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	Soon, the small creature, the Dark One, leaps from Wraith's lap, and flies before Creed, sniffing him. "...Burns." It says, looking up at him with its head tilted slightly. 
But then, the sounds of footsteps, and heavy breathing is heard, as from the bushes, progresses forwards a man, scarred, bloodied, missing his right hand, his clothing shredded. His face would be familiar though, at least, to Creed. This man would look almost identical to Kevin, down to minute facial details.
	"Where....did those...bastards go..." He grumbles, hobbling forwards. He notices Creed, and chuckles. "Hey, Creed, how're you...I thought you were dead."
	Bloodseeker could smell the blood on the man, sense the many different wounds he had, burns, cuts, bruises...lots of bruising, even some in his lungs, oddly. He was a dead man walking, who with a little nudge....