“Hold on” Alexander said, stopping him. “Look kid, I don’t know what sick joke you are trying to play but I am not interested in this. I have things to do and I can’t stand here, whiling away time with a punk that doesn’t even know how to tell a good joke” he said to him, slamming the door in his face. Alexander stood there, dumbfounded. He knew that the man didn’t believe him. Alexander knew that the man knew more than he was saying. He sighed and he was about to turn around when the front door opened. “Why exactly are you here? Have you not done enough? What else do you want?” the man asked him. “I wouldn’t be here if I had another choice. Trust me, I am not enjoying this wild goose chase any more than you are but I am here regardless, trying to find out some hidden truth about why I am the last of my kind” Alexander said, losing his patience. “Last of your kind?” the man asked him. Alexander closed his eyes and took a deep breath. When he opened his eyes, they were red, almos
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