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It was dark. Even the moon was hiding. Max was standing there. Still. Silent. His brown hair blowing in the wind. His hazel eyes half shut. His body as tense as possible. Hiding in plane sight. Hiding from who people say is the Devil himself...
Infact as Max found out not long ago, this is true... It all started on the 12th day of the 12th month of the 12th year (2012).

Max flung up his covers and leaped out of bed. "Today's the day" he said to himself. He pounced down the stairs while getting dressed and tripped over a box. He flew down the stairs. Face first. Seconds before he hit the floor, he managed to turn and land on his feet as if he was a cat.