Had some sort of story forming in my head and this happened .. might expand on this, might not:) , sorry for spelling if there's any.


The streets of London were silent and black that night,the only companion to the maze of buildings was the hushed breeze finding its path through the city's labyrinth easily.

However in the midst of the darkness was a cloaked figure, this person was moving at a timid yet quick pace, like the wind they knew were they were heading.

Light being emitted from the warm homes reflected off the being, revealing gray determined eyes slightly hidden by thick lashes.

The only sound able to be heard was the low taps coming from the gray eyed figures heeled shoes hitting the cobblestone road, but this changed when screams of fear and alarm began, alerting all that would listen.

As before the houses light revealed not only the figures eyes but a slight smirk that fell upon plump pink lips.

The sound of rushing feet.

The sound of shocked gasps.. then silence.

The figure was gone.


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