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Hello People, good morning. Today I begin my blog book (That is what I have been calling it). I am super excited! Read it, Like it, Share it with your friends. 😉
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Remix Saves Girl from Flames

Remix has done it again, saving a girl from the flames of a burning three story home yesterday. Ten year old Emily Smog was found yesterday in a park near her burning home in critical condition. She deliriously claimed that she was saved by Remix and that when she kissed his cheek dark power shuddered through her. Her parents seemed to be out at the time but are with her as she is recovering in the hospital. The house was burned to rubble.

-Yuh know, Jacob, I am so tired of hearing about this "Remix" character. He never stays to make sure everyone is okay. Just leaves the kid in a park. Like c'mon dude. What kind of hero are you that hides?
Reitien's friend walked next to her silently from a minute.
-Maybe he doesn't have his superhero disguise just yet.
-He should get one. 
-Maybe he's a vampire!
Jacob made a show of pretending to bite her neck, but she pushed him away. 
-Oh cut it out.
She laughed, a clear sweet laugh.  Soon they turned a corner and were at the club where Jacob DJed. 
-Well, I will see you later Rei. 
-Bye, Phantom Machine. Go drop some beats. 
-I will.
Jacob watched as her form faded into the distance before changing into his Daft Punk inspired DJ costume and prepared to step up to his station.
-Yeo! Look who it is!
Came a shout. Jacob looked behind him.
-It's the Phantom Machine! Hey! Over here! I'm your biggest fan!
-Heeeey hotty. Want some o' dis?
Jacob rolled his eyes beneath his heavily bedazzled helmet and stepped onto the stage. It was only 7:00 but the club was already filled with people. A loud cheer went up at the sight of him, it sent a chill up his spine. 
They don't know what they are cheering for.
He threw his hands in the air for a moment and then began to throw some heavy beats. The club was jumping for hours. 



-Dad, when I kissed him, I swear, something happened to me. Something dark, like a cold black shudder.
-Emily, that's enough. You were probably just cold and tired and afraid. If anything, we need to thank Remix, not investigate him. 
-Why don't you believe me?
-No more, go to sleep. I will see you tomorrow.
-Yes sir.
Emily rolled over in her bed as her father left, turning off the light. She closed her eyes, I don't think we know what we are cheering for.

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