17 June 2012
-poem story thingy-
Long legs clad in denim, Black boots up to her thighs Flat with ability of speed, Allowing her to reach new highs.
Running the dark streets, Black hair streaking behind. Running from what? Only the children of night kind.
Blind with darkness, Stumbling through the night. There she finally saw it... A little window light.
Those enemies she left behind. She'd managed to out run them again. Next the she might not be lucky. Next time she might meet pain.
She was one sworn to kill them. She'd been trained to do it all. But tonight her fears got the better. She really felt like a fool.
She'd try again in the morning. Getting into their foul nest. There she'd kill them all, Completing her own self test.
Killing Fears • Opuss № I