...Natalies, and Dee-Dees;
Ellen wasnt one for kindness, or selflessness, or anything similar
to that. Seeing her so concerned about her misdeed was interesting to
was breathing, but a trickle of blood ran down the bridge of his
nose. Ellen put a grimy hand to her mouth. Dexter was taken aback
once again the Ellen he knew would never have a soiled hand,
never mind one without a manicure. His own creation was shocking him.Ellen
immediately busied herself wiping Mandarks face down. Her limbs
were as stick-like as Mandarks, and her thin frame looked
completely emaciated, compared to Mandarks healthy one. In fact,
Mandark looked downright attractive, lying there on the couch,
gulped down some spit. What on EARTH was that?! Now his resolve to
leave the slums was even stronger. It bred dangerous thoughts.Ellen
shook some flecks of blood off of the back of her hand, sighing with
relief. At least hell be all right. She turned to Dexter.
Im really sorry I thought your friend was Debu. He has the
same color hair as her. Im Ellen.Dexter
shook her dirty hand. Dexter. Thats Mandark.Ellen
nodded. Im surprised you had the nerve to walk around after
dark. Everyone knows that Debus on the loose.Debu.
Dexter mulled it over in his head before realizing o...