Chapter 1: The Figure
The lights of London twinkled and shined through the tall building which stood towering over the citizens. The night sky grew dark as it swept shadows over the ever-lasting city, a figure crouched down on a rugged rooftop, its long pale fingers srunching up a picture. The figure truned around towards a plump woman, shivering against the wall.
"Where is he?" the figures voice latched onto power, seeking the answer it wished for. The woman let out a little squeak of fear, but not speaking. The figure despised this women, she was weak showing her fear, but was stupid not sharing her knowlegde. The figure slinked towards the woman, slowing reaching for her. The woman let out a scream, scuttling away from the figure.
"You have no use to me, you do not know this man or where he is. I will enjoy disposing you." The figure snarled looming closer towards the woman. She had no chance of escaping her grasp. The figure grabbed the woman, waiting for her to look at her. The figure lifted down her hood where in it's place laid blazing arsenic eyes glaring down at the woman. The woman coughed until crumbling down to dust.
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