obsidian-snape

Storms gathering in the sky An infectious aroma fills the air Blood of the gangs and innocents saturates the grass She sits above the street, watching, waiting for the next victim. Like an unsuspecting rat to a hungry serpent To walk into her her abode. Once sparkling and curious eyes are now dim A happier life drowned out By the blood of her parents As they took each other's lives. Now she kills for vengence Trusty knives and Razors adorning her belt. He flies through the city in a car. A blur of black and headlights dashing off A hit made, another paycheck Another blow to the hatred he feels for the city. 'I gotta find

"This is an outrage!" Thomas Genocyde screamed from the bedroom of his estate. "What, sir?" Questioned an armed guard. "Domi has gotten into Genocyde Manor and is looking at all of Travis' and Dana's  stuff!   How the hell did she get in there?" "It seems that this Marksmanson fellow that you had your watch on was trusted with the key." "I ordered him to be executed before getting to make contact with Domi!" The outraged General threw a vase. It shattered into millions of pieces against the wall. "She already is finding out the truth, it seems. To make things worse, I heard that the Tribunal is studying Herz Sterben behind my back!"