As She gazed into the brightly shining moon she heard a deep rumble. Uh oh... time to leave, if she didn't she wouldn't make it to midnight, never mind her nineteenth birthday, so she left to the nearest hotdog vender. Maybe it was him, after all the assassin was suppossed to look like an everyday person. She eyed the young man suspiciously. Even at the apperent age of seventeen he could've been her man. But he was supposed to have a white scar along his wrist so when he handed her, her overheaping chili dog she casually took a glance at his bare wrist. The man was not hers, although he did have a certain sort of.... I dunna attraction about him. I dunna how he did it but he managed to convince her to wait until his shift ended to get a coffee with him at the new Cafe. Suddenly a Howl came from the Park, and there was a high pitched scream. The smell of death was in the air.
Sweeeter · Thu Jun 23, 2005 @ 08:12am · 0 Comments |