AN: Back for another one.
Supaslim: Aw, gee thanks ^^. I should leave you a review; all of yours were great, 'specially the one about Byron. That was awesome!
Cristy3k: Well, I don't do it all the time, so…bah. That's cool ^^. I await another update from you. ^^
Okay…And…
Morgenstern - Rammstein
His heart seemed like it wanted to rend itself from his chest as he flew down the allyway, a slippery bit of newspaper bringing him groundward. An alarmed cry escaped his lips, as his body cracked on the wet, grimy asphalt. He didn't care as he scrabbled up again, he had lived among the filth in past years.
A hand grabbed his collar from behind. A grunt issued from the man as he struggled a bit forward. He knew the man in the mask wouldn't be forgiving. He'd seen his work before. "What do you want from me?!"
"Blaire Roche. Six years old. Where is she?" A somewhat gruff voice came above him. The man let out a terrified squeal as he saw the mask, a continual fluxing of black and white.
"Hurm. I guess you'll be lucky number ten."
AN: Ah. Better. I, for some reason, can write to "fight music" better. But maybe I'm just used to doing that.
