With just a look they shook
And the heavens bowed before him
Simply a look could break your heart
A man dressed in all white sits at a small table inside an abandoned coffee shop. He stays inside a while, eventually walking out followed by a girl, dressed in black, blood running down her pale face from a cut just above her eyebrow. The two turn and head down an alleyway. He takes a cigarette packet from his pocket, grabs out two, lights them and hands one to the girl; they continue to walk.
The man has sleek black hair and piercings down his right ear. The girl sports a police hat, perched atop her head of flaming red hair; her nose ring the same crimson color as her blood.
Shortly they turn down another alleyway, seeing two muscled men standing next to a door with their arms crossed. The door has thick red curtains draped in front of it.
"Lighten up boys," the man said.
The two men look at each other and nod.
"Sorry boss," one of the guards replies.
"Ah, shut up," the girl says before walking past them followed by the man.
Upon entering the two see many men and women; most not over the age of 25, pressed up against the cold brick walls creating a pathway for the two to walk down. This routine got old.
This pathway leads to a large, black, leather chair big enough for two.
Everyone in the room cheers the same two names over and over, "Saint Jimmy! Miss Murder!"
He waves his hand to quiet them down, and then turns to sit down in the chair, pulling the girl down onto his lap, his arms locked tightly around her tiny waist. He looks side to side; everyone is smiling and staring with awe. No one thought he'd be able to get her back.
It really is a miracle.
Author's Note: Let me know what you think. Just a random idea I had felt the need to write it. Don't worry I'm still working on my other story. I'm using this chapter as like a setting the stage chapter. The next one will be in a characters POV.
