Slowly,Alice woke. The only source of light were the amber bulbs surrounding the mirror.
He gently raised his head and stared at the face before him.Then,he looked at his hands,as
if they belonged to a stranger.
Well leashed fury looked out of eyes ringed in black,with a single vertical slash running through them.
The corners of his mouth had slashes as well,turning downward towards his chin.
His hair was long and shaggy.Wild and beautiful. That's exactly what this man was.
He felt a screaming power course through him.An insane,clawing strength that threatened
to overwhelm his senses,until he felt like the animal he was. Until he was ready to rip them
to shreds,if he so chose.
Tall and slender,he was dressed in black trousers,with a vest to match.Scores of bracelets
on each wrist He breathed deeply,and picked up his hat,..a white Fedora,with a black band.
Pushing the hair out of his eyes,he put it on,turned and went out the door.
Down the dark corridor and up the ramp walked the greatest menace in the History of Rock,.. Alice Cooper.
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