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Lyx Nyx the Falling of a Rising Star

So it was game day, just another day for McKyner Our Lady of the Faith Assembly. After the season opener last week that was such an amazing success my team was riding high on euphoric dreams of season championship talks. Oh we were arrogant as we should be.
That night the cannon shot, we sprinted through the banner, all of us. Cheerleaders leading us into battle, Oh want an amazing site, school spirit at it's best.
My name was Zayne "Lyx" Nyx, the Rising Star the local papers called me, before the tragic accident that night, I was normal, well on the outside. All my childhood I struggled to hide my obsession with my cuts. Always picking the scabs I inflicted, intentionally or accidently... I had seen many shrinks, my parents deemed this abnormal behavior. Until I could hide it yet it always consumed me. So I was as the aforementioned the Rising Star of MOL of the Faith Assembly, and oh was I amazing Leading our school to victory almost every game each season since my sophomore year. So getting to that fateful night, the night that changed my world and the world of my school mates for ever.
We had won our game against our rival school. Then most of us went to party and celebrate our victory. We went to the elementary school down the road and cracked open the box of cigars we had gotten on our senior trip to the Bahamas. Some of the guys on the squad snuck in some liquor and we proceeded to act like we had won the Super Bowl.
Which in the following weeks would have been a reoccurring theme.
Later that night some of the guys and some of the cheerleaders broke into the rival schools playground, graffiti'd the place and left the place a mess. While playing around a Hazmat truck swerved off the road (the driver had fallen asleep) and smashed through the fence.  Every one but I and this crazy cheerleader had gotten out. Toxic ooze gushed out of the truck. The barrels shooting through the air, I tripped and smacked my head into the metal slide and knocking me unconscious. Ooze covering my body, the Cheerleader( for sake of naming and copyright infringement, Sally, no one likes to get sued), wiped me down and in contact the ooze contaminated her too...
I woke up to find Sally crying her eyes out on top of the play fort. Comforting her and letting her know that we could never go back. It was some time there and waited for people to find us, no one came. With no food we decided that we would consume the driver like cannibalistic beasts. Time passed we mutated more, more deranged, slinking out, to check on our old school during games from afar. Later on other children from our school and surrounding schools frequented the playground and some stayed and became deranged like us...
Beckoning small children to enter the toxic drenched play zone to never be seen again.

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