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back."

I looked up and realized I was suddenly in a pub. I sat at the end of the bar and a big burly man with a tattoo of the grim reaper on his arm walked up to me and said, "Why don't you get me and my friends a drink"
I looked up at him and said, "Why don't you go sit back down and mind your own business.
"Well, well, looks like we've got a tough guy here. I'm gonna make you wish you were dead." He said as he raised his fist.

A sudden burst of power flowed through my veins, and with lightning speed I slid off my stool and grabbed the mans arm as it flew past me in slow motion. The man screamed in horror and agony as shadows leaked from the mark of eight scythes and into his flesh. I let go and he dropped to the floor writhing in pain. Everyone in the pub stared and a few got up and started toward me with knives. As if by reflex I extended my hand in front of me and in a burst of black flames a blood red scythe appeared in my hand.

The men that were coming closer fell back with a look of pure fear on their faces. A cold wind lashed around the room like a whip. I was unable to control the power that now surged through my veins. I could only watch, trapped within my own body, as I swung the scythe, summoning demons made of shadows. They oozed fear and hatred, as they began to kill everyone in the room.

The scythe suddenly began to glow a faint red as it absorbed the blood that covered the room, as if it were feeding from it.

Suddenly I awoke in my bed. I took a deep breath, glad it was just a bad dream. I walked into the bathroom to brush my teeth, flipping the TV on as I did. I was only half listening but the woman on the news said something about several murders at a local bar. I froze and listened as she explained.

"27 people were killed at a local bar late last night. Every victim was drained of their blood, but no blood was found at the crime scene. None of the victims had any marks or wounds that would cause such blood loss."

The newswoman turned to a police officer.

"What do you think could have possibly caused this?"

"To be honest I have no idea, but as for the real cause of death it wasn't the blood loss it was fear. However the killer managed to do something like this without leaving a trace is beyond me but they were dead before their blood was drained."

I faded out remembering every detail about last night. I quickly got dressed and grabbed the card, but when I flipped it over I saw that the dot on the back was gone.

"The card only works once."
I turned to see

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