The unruly way of life; the betrayal and resurection

part 3: "Hey, Tray. did you here about all of those people who just mysteriously dissappeared." Bree said as soon as she saw Tray with a curious look on her face. "What people?" "Actually, a couple kids from the school. Some of their parents died with them. It's weird." "Yeah." "No, I mean what's wierd is that they were all jews or something." Then all of a sudden any bit of calmness that had remained in Tray dissapeared. Now his eyes were a crimson red, almost as red as the highlights in his hair. Fury rose in him incredibly fast. "Hitler." Tray said under his breath. "What?" "Nothing. I just think i have a few ideas of who it is." "Who?" "You don't know them." "Oh, of course i don't." Bree teased, but Tray was to uneased to laugh at it. Instead he just forced a smile, still staring off into the distance. "Oh, and Tray, I REALLLLY need to talk to you later. It's important." "Why? What's wrong?" "I'll tell you later." "Fine." Tray replied pissed off. Later that day "So what did you want me for?" Tray said eager to find out why. "Well," Bree started looking sick to her stomach. It didn't occur to Tray that he should try reading her mind because she made him feel normal. "You see, my parents are.... unique and supersticious... and they tried to convince me... and I want you, I NEED you tell me the truth... that you are a demon." Tray went white. Bree's eyes widen "Oh my god." "I.." "You really are." "Look, you gotta believe me. I would never hurt anyone." "You're a demon." "Yes I am. Okay. And I accept that, barely, but I do. Please, accept me too." "I can't not listen to my parents Tray. You're a demon!" "But..!" "No Tray. Goodbye." Bree walked away slowly, sick to her stomach. What she just said was worse physically, mentally, and emotionally than how he died (which wasn't very pleasent.) He stood there silent, still registaring what just had happened. "So this is how Bella felt when Edward left her. Poor thing." He mumbled. Tray went home to his room. she left me, just because i'm different. Later on the next day "Maybe I should see if we can talk it out." So Tray got up, ran to her house, and climbed up to her balcony. "Talk about Romeo and Juliet." He silently opened the door. He peaked through slowly and just as silently as a fall leaf making its way to the ground. As his eyes got its first glimpse of the room alls he saw was red, a deep, dark red. "No." Tray said under his breath as he realized that what the dark crimson was blood, and there was lots of it. He bursted into a dash to find where any corpse. When he saw them there was Bree and her parents, but really pushed Tray over was on top of the pile of bodies was a Nazi ensignia. "Hitler." Tray bitterly yet silently said, rage filling him rapidly. "HITLER!!!!"

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