Ominous and Mysterious
Street light's burned brightly, shining through the road's and sidewalk's. The sky was dark, with star's sparkled across them. People were resting peacefully, under their warm blanket's, as a chilling wind blew. On top of cafe mew, sat a mysterious stranger, reading a book. He had small fang's, and long white hair, that reached past his waste, with very bright light blue eyes, with a black trench. As he stood up, he rubbed his chest once, then jumped off the building, and walked down the street, with a scythe wielded in his right hand, reading his book, as he jingled his scythe against the rail's, walking down the street
Book:
I've lived my life in a cage, freedom spit in my face, because I was such a discrace, and I was lonely. Burn down, desperate.
I've had my head in a noose, I had enough of abuse, I had nothing to lose, and now I'm dangerous! Hate is so contageous, it own's us!
I'm angry! I'm raging! I'm breaking through the pain!
The monster's loose, and now you know the truth! Tell me can you feel it? As you hit the wall! The monster's loose! And now you have to choose, and prove that you can take it, to the top before you fall!
Wagner read the first of the book, burging the world's into his skull, until is consumed his soul. The more he read, the more destruction he wanted to do, yet he knew deep down it was wrong, and kept saine, yet the astonishment of deformity upon his teeth, causing him to seem mean, cruel, with a look on ominous and mystery made him seem unfit. He was afraid of other people, of the way they might treat him, if they seen him in daytime. The rattle of his scythe clitching against the rail's made his soul feel soothing and comfortable, yet he knew he would be a loner, since he was different.