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The not so triumphant return from America.; {Open}
Topic Started: Jul 11 2008, 07:53 PM (174 Views)
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-For my absent time, we can just say he was back in america for a while.-

The night was filled with the sound of crickets. The moon cast eerie and grotesque shadows upon the ground that twisted around a single lit lamp that illuminated a worn out bench beneath it. It was somewhat strange to see a single figure sit down quietly on the bench. The figure sighed and placed down a suitcase and placed a back pack beside him. The shadows wrapped around his body. People that knew him would find that slightly ironic.

Vincent looked down to his watch and stretched, jet lag was taking its toll. It was indeed strange to see a populated town almost empty at night, however he liked it that way. He laid down and looked down to his suitcase. How many people would remember him? Surely not many for he only ran into a couple of people that he somewhat got to know. He pulled back his sleeve to reveal a thin scar. He had recieved that from a fight with some kid named Chris. His night soon fluttered to the girl he had met at the waterfall. She probably didn't remember him either.

Such is the price to pay when you run away from your problems. He closed his eyes and muttered something under his breath, "The cure lays within the curse", quoted from a book he read a while back. He held up his hand and watched a mist like substance wrap around the scarred arm. During his time gone he had got a little more control over his particular 'curse'. He wanted to go find the few people he had met...But the school had to be locked down by now.

He sat up and groaned as he cracked his back. He looked around the empty park. Alone, thats how he always was his whole life. So goes the great Angel King's story. He sat up and put on his back pack. He looked down and picked up his breifcase. He sat back down and opened the suitcase and pulled out his pendant. He opened it and looked down at the picture.

It was a picture of his mother. He sat down and closed it and put it pendant on. The two rubies shined brightly as well. He snapped the breif case shut. He sighed and rested his head on his hands. He wished he could at least see one of the people he had met earlier.
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