A cold breeze blew past her pale, smooth skinned face. She stood at the
gates in front of Mansbridge academy, solemnly studying the rustic details
with her cold, blue eyes.
She warped to the front doors and inside from the night air. The camera's swayed back and forth from worn wires. She contemplated the thought of showing her face to the onlooker behind a television screen, but realized she had better things to do.
A blur of light and darkness filtered the trail as she sped to Murdock's office. She stopped in front of the secret door as it opened to her will. She crept inside and it shut silently behind her.
Marty felt a breeze of heat and cold trespass into his dreams and woke with a start. His eyes opened and morphed into a collogue of red and gray shades. He looked up at the casket door above him, listening to the silent that haunted the outside world.
Marty bit his lip and leapt out of the coffin only to find a small pit bull lying on the ground. He walked cautiously over to it as it whimpered with pain. He realized it had an enormous gash on his face that went over the bridge of it's nose and under the right eye.
He picked up the puppy and stroked it's head to reassure it was safe. The dog looked up at Marty, who realized that it had dark blue eyes. He didn't know an immense amount about pit bulls or any type of dog, but he knew that they never or rarely had this shade of blue for an eye colour.
Marty decided to let it pass and asked "how did you get in here?". The dog looked up, making perfect eye contact with the some what, newly kind Marty. It let out a muffled whimper.
Marty carried the puppy to his coffin and put it inside. "What am I gonna name you?". He watched the dog walk in a circle three times and lay down in a comfortable spot. It looked up and blinked twice, then winked.
Marty found this slightly odd and decided to name the pet Peculiar. It seemed to suit it since it's coat was black and had splotches of reddish brown mixed in. He scratched the dog behind the ear, picked it up, and laid down in his coffin and let the pup sleep on his chest.
She warped to the front doors and inside from the night air. The camera's swayed back and forth from worn wires. She contemplated the thought of showing her face to the onlooker behind a television screen, but realized she had better things to do.
A blur of light and darkness filtered the trail as she sped to Murdock's office. She stopped in front of the secret door as it opened to her will. She crept inside and it shut silently behind her.
Marty felt a breeze of heat and cold trespass into his dreams and woke with a start. His eyes opened and morphed into a collogue of red and gray shades. He looked up at the casket door above him, listening to the silent that haunted the outside world.
Marty bit his lip and leapt out of the coffin only to find a small pit bull lying on the ground. He walked cautiously over to it as it whimpered with pain. He realized it had an enormous gash on his face that went over the bridge of it's nose and under the right eye.
He picked up the puppy and stroked it's head to reassure it was safe. The dog looked up at Marty, who realized that it had dark blue eyes. He didn't know an immense amount about pit bulls or any type of dog, but he knew that they never or rarely had this shade of blue for an eye colour.
Marty decided to let it pass and asked "how did you get in here?". The dog looked up, making perfect eye contact with the some what, newly kind Marty. It let out a muffled whimper.
Marty carried the puppy to his coffin and put it inside. "What am I gonna name you?". He watched the dog walk in a circle three times and lay down in a comfortable spot. It looked up and blinked twice, then winked.
Marty found this slightly odd and decided to name the pet Peculiar. It seemed to suit it since it's coat was black and had splotches of reddish brown mixed in. He scratched the dog behind the ear, picked it up, and laid down in his coffin and let the pup sleep on his chest.