The Phantom's Forgotten
By Phantom's Angels @}--,---
The train whistle echoed through the station as the rain poured down. Amid the rushing crowd, a man in a mask crouched, waiting for his chance. He searched for his prey, his dark eyes skimming the crowd.
Finally, they landed upon to young adults fighting, sitting with their back to a basket. Creeping up, he placed the contents of the basket inside his black leather bag. The bundle whimpered.
The couple continued to quarrel, completely unaware of him. Young fools, the man thought. Silently he joined the crowd, blending in and walking away. Suddenly the woman turned to the basket.
Seeing it empty, she screamed and leapt to her feet. "Police! Help!"
The young man, his face covered with a hood, stood quickly and whispered something to his companion. She quieted, but only for a moment, a look of defiance on her face.
In his rush to escape, the masked man bumped into several people, shaking the bag. An infant's wail rose above the noisy crowd. He began to run, sweat mixing with the rain pouring down his face. Only a few more yards and he would be safe.
The woman's cry, "My baby! Where is my baby?" caused him to run faster. As policemen appeared, the kidnapper disappeared into an alley. All that was left was an empty basket and the baby's screams echoing into the cold night...
Beneath the young man's hood, a hoarse whisper emerged. The voice, beautiful as it was, wavered with pain and loss. The single word rang through his mind as a prayer to a god he never put faith in before. "Angel..."
A/N~ Woo this is gonna be sooooo much fun! R&R, please! Many thanks!
.:*Kat and Sarah*:.
By Phantom's Angels @}--,---
The train whistle echoed through the station as the rain poured down. Amid the rushing crowd, a man in a mask crouched, waiting for his chance. He searched for his prey, his dark eyes skimming the crowd.
Finally, they landed upon to young adults fighting, sitting with their back to a basket. Creeping up, he placed the contents of the basket inside his black leather bag. The bundle whimpered.
The couple continued to quarrel, completely unaware of him. Young fools, the man thought. Silently he joined the crowd, blending in and walking away. Suddenly the woman turned to the basket.
Seeing it empty, she screamed and leapt to her feet. "Police! Help!"
The young man, his face covered with a hood, stood quickly and whispered something to his companion. She quieted, but only for a moment, a look of defiance on her face.
In his rush to escape, the masked man bumped into several people, shaking the bag. An infant's wail rose above the noisy crowd. He began to run, sweat mixing with the rain pouring down his face. Only a few more yards and he would be safe.
The woman's cry, "My baby! Where is my baby?" caused him to run faster. As policemen appeared, the kidnapper disappeared into an alley. All that was left was an empty basket and the baby's screams echoing into the cold night...
Beneath the young man's hood, a hoarse whisper emerged. The voice, beautiful as it was, wavered with pain and loss. The single word rang through his mind as a prayer to a god he never put faith in before. "Angel..."
A/N~ Woo this is gonna be sooooo much fun! R&R, please! Many thanks!
.:*Kat and Sarah*:.