life of a jester

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He stands menacingly in the door way. A this Shining ninja sword in each of this hands. That is where they were meant to be. his hands is their perfect home. There was no Handel on the seemingly flawless blades. The blade came to a narrow point wrap in red and black cloth. the cloth was the only thing besides the fingerless black leather gloves that protected his hands from being sliced by the beautifully hand crafted blades. the jester hate jingled with each step he takes till he makes it to the well. he places the beloved blades in there glass case the hangs on the wall just inchs from him. One less person to stand in his way. How could anyone try to kill him him of all people and not expect death in re-tern.2

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he looked at the wirror thought the corner of his electric green eyes. his eye were covered my his dark green hair. his hair was so dark is was offten mastaked for black. if some one wanted to look him in the eyes as he killed him like he has done so many times befor then they would have to be close enof to tough him. and form that disnetens they would stand no chance.  eyes tell storys. you can read some ones thoughts and even see the soul through some ones eyes. and no one would know his story enless he willed it. in the mirror he noteced a smeak of thick crimson red blood on his musculer exsposed chest. he loveingly wiped some of the smear off with his indexand middel finger. bringing the fingers to his mouth he licked of the matalic tasting liqued. he slowly walks to the bath room to clean up. after he was finished he gases into his bed room through the large bathroom door. everyhting in his room was blakc and red the shades macked him jester outfit and blade cloths perficly. we walkes to the black and red cloth covered bad and lays down to relaxe but not befor removing his hat and placeing it on the chestnut tabel beside his bed.   6