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@batkevin74: @cbishop: Thank you but idk if anyone would actually read those

@tommythehitman: I didn't read any of the other stories with those characters...but I have to say that I love it and will look out for more !

Should I? I mean I still have the ideas and stuff but I don't know if anyone would read it. Has that happened to any of you?

Well I don't know if I still ring any bells but yeah I wrote a few stories (mostly unfinished). I'm thinking about getting back on my old horse and write stories and I would like to know if you would like me to finish my old projects or just continue with something new? (you can look my stuff up in the Fic-o-pedia) But I figured I would just start with the sequel to my first ever story posted here http://www.comicvine.com/forums/fan-fic-8/bio0prologue-682459/#4/

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My name is Jean DeLuis and I am special. We all are but people like me can do things that all of you could just dream of doing so! Why I am so special? We will keep that for later, you know for the plot! Now you ask yourself what happened to me after the catfish-fight and what this thing actually is. Well let me take you a few years back so you will all understand it.

I live in Paris, sounds luxurious? It's not for poor people, my mom and I lived in a small appartement with fourteen other unwanted. I didn't go to school, all I have learned I have learned it from outside the city,the people, the streets! I barely stayed "home" I hated almost everyone in that appartement so I speeded my time making mistakes with my unreliable and exchangeable friends like stealing,getting in to fights and go to places we weren't supposed to. I was around thirteen years old and I already knew that I was special. I could create some sort of fire out of my hands,I was faster,more agile and stronger then all of the boys I knew and I had some weird canines and nails. At that time I didn't have really control over my gift I could only change the color of my fire. Mom forced me to cut my nails but over the years it was almost impossible so she gave me gloves to wear. I hated them and took em off instantly I walked outside. My friends called me Lupus never by my real name Paul read a lot of books and told me that it means wolf in some ancient language and they told me that I looked like one. Well it started to get weirder then it already was when we had to go. Mom never told me why we had to but I just followed her with my backpack full of our belongings. We were living in the streets for a few months and I actually preferred it to the old place. I knew everything there was to know so I could always find money and something to eat. She never questioned where I got all of that from she just looked me in the eyes and scratched my red hair and said "Mon petit loup..".

It was winter, snowflakes were falling on our improvised house made of old boxes and junk. I created fire to keep us warm but creating that flame for to long with no movement drained my energy. Then they came! They kicked our house down and me and my mom in the stomach. They were three , tall blond twins and a smaller bald man in suits. The bald one said " Salut Jean. I'm sorry for arrive here without telling you bu I didn't see any bell! " One of the twins unleashed a loud "Haha!" before keeping it calm and colder then the snow that was falling on his suite. "Bon Jean. You are more then you think! And this.." He looked at my mother with disgust. "woman doesn't deserve a son as precious as you!" I was frightened, I tried to move but one of the Twins didn't stop looking at my mom like if its sight could kill her instantly, I could hear their heart beating slowly like nothing special was happening, they smelled like fish,cigarette and whisky. The other Twin,the laughing one, was looking at me with a huge smile, I saw the same one on his brother, the baled man continued. "We are part of..well how could we say it." The laughing Twin said "Organisation?" "Yes Yes an organisation! Taking huge interest in people like you Jean. My name is M. La Pie and these are Franck" he pointed at the laughing one " And Negi" The two Twins immediately replied " Enchanté!" "So please come with us! " I couldn't control my actions and just stood up and followed them, I could see my mother crying on the floor unable to move, alone,in the cold,in the dirty streets of Paris.

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Hey it has been a long time but I was quiet busy sorry. I hope you like part two and please tell me what I could do better and some feedback thank you ! Please before you read this please read part 1: http://www.comicvine.com/forums/fan-fic-8/dreaming-about-ninjas-dream-1-1557199/ and thanks to @impurestcheese !

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I was shocked.

« You mean really dead..? »

« Yes Mandela dead! His girlfriend found him in the morning with no heartbeat. You must be happy Alien (he loved it calling me like that) I mean he was a real asshole with you. »

I was not sure what to answer so I just replied 'I don’t know' and walked off. I didn't know if I should be happy or sad, I felt like I had something to do with his loss. Hank was really popular but I was still surprised by the amount of sadness in the school.

I walked past Sarah, smiled at me but then she looked down. I was surprised, she never really noticed me. She was really beautiful; with long light brown hair and bright green eyes wrapped up in a cute red dress. I wasn't sure how to react so I just smiled back, her smile became even brighter. I was totally nervous and turned red and turned back the way I had come.

As I was walking threw the hallway towards my classroom I met Joe and Rico. I looked at them with sad expression since I felt guilty but to my surprise Joe said something I never thought he'd said:

« Ehrm well since Hank is gone…we wanted to apologize for everything we did to you... You don't have to accept it but we just wanted to let you know that we are sorry. » Before they started to walk off I stopped them and replied:

« Thank You! Really. And I am really sorry that he is gone. Even if he was not really someone I appreciated. » I felt like I was lying, I started to feel happy about his death.

Rico answered smiling but with a nervous undertone to his voice:

« I hope that we can get along now, well see you arround! »

They walked off. I feel like they deserve a description. Joe was a tall red haired boy with a cracking voice and a really thin body, Rico was Colombian and was rather small and his face made me think of a rat's.

*

After class, during this day many people apologized for being mean or ignoring me. Enrique asked me if I wanted to come to his place playing video games to forget Hanks death, I refused since I just wanted to be alone since my mom wasn’t home yet.

As I was walking down these streets I felt weird and somehow paranoiac since I still felt like Hank would jump out of a small corner and punch me till I look like jelly. I was not walking anymore I was almost running. When I was at my home I saw Sarah sitting in front of my apartment door, she smiled at me seductively as she stood up rubbing diet off her short dress. I couldn't move, I was mesmerized by her beauty from that moment on. She didn't say anything and kissed me, and I revelled in the moment as I received my first kiss. She whispered in my ear that I should open the door. I did what she told me, I felt like a robot. We entered in my room she giggled at my decoration then she pushed me on the bed.

*

I was back in the white room sitting on the chair, the goth girl appeared behind me hugging me kissing my neck:

« I am proud of you! Are you happy? You killed your biggest foe! »

She laughed.

« Wait, did I really kill Hank?! »

The goth girl smiled at me and sat on my lap:

« Well indirectly yes, you killed his hopes and dreams and a human without any of these is nothing, not even truly alive. »

At the same time I was frightened by the idea off killing a human I felt euphoria killing my archenemy. She looked cute at me but realized by my expression that something was wrong so she said:

« Well we can continue tomorrow if you don’t feel like it… »

« It’s just that I have never killed someone… and I don’t really think I can continue… I don’t know who I might kill next I mean everyone is nice now so there is no one left. »

« You might be right but don’t worry there will always be someone you wish was dead! And if you don’t see it right now someone will show you his dark side, just like in Star Wars! »

« I’m not a murderer so I don’t really hope to kill people! »

She stood up and pointed at me declaring:

« But in your dream you are a Ninja, a Japanese assassin, so basically you are a murderer! »

«Just let me go! I won’t do that sh*t again! »

« Fine! Run away! But soon you’ll beg me to let you in your Dream World! »

*

I woke up next to Sarah. She was sleeping in my arms, it was an incredible feeling! I looked at my watch and realized that it was already six pm and my mother would come back any moment! I didn’t know how to wake her up I’ve never woke up with a girl in my bed!

I poked her shoulder and but she didn’t react so I gently pushed her arm. After several retries she reacted and I told her that she had to go since my mother might come in any second, she smiled, stood up and got dressed and walked out thanking me.

@mikomontgomery: Glad you liked it :)

@kfhrfdu_89_76k: yay thank you! :)

@mr_winchester: Thank you :)

@impurestcheese: welcome :)