The cold hard rain mixed with the boy's salty tears. Slowly cleaning off
his muddied handsome, dirt filled face. Slowly they trickled down his
cheeks and fell into the murky puddles below. His sandy blonde hair that
always gleamed in the sunlight was matted to his forehead. Icy blue eyes
that sparked with a silver mist stared off into the sky at the Rosen moon.
The silver specks in his eyes was like a slowly burning fire with rain
beating on it every second it dulled until all that remained was a spark of
life, hope and struggle. The fire escape creaked bringing him back to life,
back to the world or reality, which he hated to face. Slowly he walked away
from the storm and the falling rain into a house where he only knew pain...
Angels ain't supposed to cry.
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"Damnit." Spot Conlon swore as the rain beat him over the head mercilessly. The great Brooklyn leader hated the rain, of his entire enemy's this was the only he could not get rid of; of course he didn't tell anyone that. To be the Prince of Brooklyn you had to be smart and fast, and he was both. His small size made him look tiny compared to most boys even if he did stand 5'8". That was his advantage. Icy blue eyes seemed to make his face glow and were the first thing that captured girl's hearts, they were also merciless eyes just like the rain.
His black gold tipped cane that was trapped between his side and dark red suspenders reminded him of when he had first become leader and how the story unfolded. The pain was both physical and emotional. The scars tore deep into his skin, even the ragged and scraped up slingshot that was clutched in his right hand had a memory of its own.
The story was about to unfold.
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Err so what do you think? This is my first fic so PLEASE don't flame... I know it sucks. well flame if you want to. I already know I'm a sucky writer. well I'm off now bye!
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"Damnit." Spot Conlon swore as the rain beat him over the head mercilessly. The great Brooklyn leader hated the rain, of his entire enemy's this was the only he could not get rid of; of course he didn't tell anyone that. To be the Prince of Brooklyn you had to be smart and fast, and he was both. His small size made him look tiny compared to most boys even if he did stand 5'8". That was his advantage. Icy blue eyes seemed to make his face glow and were the first thing that captured girl's hearts, they were also merciless eyes just like the rain.
His black gold tipped cane that was trapped between his side and dark red suspenders reminded him of when he had first become leader and how the story unfolded. The pain was both physical and emotional. The scars tore deep into his skin, even the ragged and scraped up slingshot that was clutched in his right hand had a memory of its own.
The story was about to unfold.
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Err so what do you think? This is my first fic so PLEASE don't flame... I know it sucks. well flame if you want to. I already know I'm a sucky writer. well I'm off now bye!