This is the start of a mini-series of a short story
A man in an electric blue trench coat looked impassively upon the rural New England town from the small hill he stood upon. He was of a slender, tall build and his crimson hair flowed behind him like waves in a bloody sea. In one hand he held a gemmed short sword. His other hand clutched tightly on a worn piece of paper. His green eyes scanned over this town quickly and focuses on a Gothic-era church. Gargoyles loomed over the huge wooden steel reinforced double doors. A large golden crucifix is imprinted in the middle of each of the doors. The mysterious man smiles a horrible, cruel smile, and descends down the hill. The town never knew what hit it.
 demondwarmeX2 · Sun Nov 05, 2006 @ 04:09pm · 0 Comments |
