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Its time........
The London sky hazed to a faint orange tinge, the clouds slightly covered the horizon. Several thousands of people emerged to center square, loud and deafening voices carried over a mile long. They were awaiting the arrival of the infamous Assasin they called...
The 'Night Angel'....
"Where's Scarlet?" one senior demended, their gray eyes as cold and hard as daggers.
"She'll be 'ere!" another spat, his arms waved over his head. "Its the reap'a herself!"
The man was apparently intoxicated and dirty, his dark hair matted and greasy. His blue eyes were swimming in a pool of desperation of some sort, while his clothes reeked of whiskey and sweat.
" You listen here mister Avery!" a stocky, primped lady snapped. "Scarlet James is more than the reaper! she is death itself!"
"o' beh'avee Patty!" he sputtered dazily. "She may beh the reap'a. But she is a petty one!"
"Look!" a different voice cut in. "Its her!"
They all turned sharply to see a small shadowed figure crouch beside the tip of their cathedral, the form slowly arose. The next thing they knew a cawing raven flap toward her.
She has come to claim a lfe......
- by Vi0l3t_f1re3_t0rchic |
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- | Submitted on 11/25/2009 |
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- Title: Night Angel- sweet victory-
- Artist: Vi0l3t_f1re3_t0rchic
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well... im going to try to write this from what i remember writing...
i wrote a better version n it was deleted so bear w/ me plz!
its about an infamous female aasasin in England. =]
ps the drunk man (picture the drunk father from my fair lady) - Date: 11/25/2009
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