Chapter 3 - Gage.........
The air was thick with city smoke, and it was frosty, cold and damp. The freezing cold temperature crept up the spine and caused you to shiver. Many people dotted about the dark streets. The old new york buildings flickered with defected lamps as alley ways were filled with prostitutes and druggies. A young man perhaps at the age of 18. Walked out his eyes covered by his black, tipped with white, hair, and a beanie hat firmly preventing the sight of the rest of his hair. As his hands were stuffed into the pockets of his baggy black trousers. He walked alone meandering through the many people. He tilted his head towards the sky slightly, revealing his misty silver eyes. He turned a corner and vanished from sight.
Loki shivered in shock, from the scene before, in her sister's house, standing by a dead man, and her digimon ready to pounce on him at any sudden movements. The quiet mood was to nerve racking for anyone to bare. Loki sighed as she gripped her hands around one of Ray's. At that tiny little gesture Allistair began to shriek insanely as he launched at Rashumon his expression like a rabbid dog, he launched at him, and walked straight through his body. Allistair vanished through the shattered window, and into the cruel night of the city. Loki dragged herself away and out of the window. "You bastard come back you.....bastard" seeing that her shouting was in vein she shoved her hands into her pockets, lowering her head and advanced into the large city below the house. "Where the hell are you going?" Ray called after her. "For a walk, be back later" she muttered quietly. Ray sighed shaking his head and turned back into the safety of the mantion.
Loki wondered alone in the night for hours by herself. Just thinking the entire time. Unaware of the shadowy figure rushing along the roof tops, following her every move. She turned an alley way only to stop, when she was confronted by a drunken man, who put a hand on her shoulder asking for a beer. She frowned at him, strangers toucing her, was something she hated, and she hated it with a passion. "Get off me you drunken dick!" she shouted at him. The man was both drugged up to the eyes and drunk out of his brain. He reacted to Loki's comment violently, and shoved her to the ground. "Fiesty ain't you..." he smirked. He brushed some of his blonded hair from his eyes. He grabbed the zip on his jeans and heled her by the neck, gripped firmly to the wall. "Get your mouth open you cheeky bitch!" he smirked drunkly.
"Get the fuck away from me!!!" shouted Loki. "Open wide" he laughed. "Dude that's nasty...." a quiet, calm voice murmerd from behind. The voice was followed by an elbow slamming into the back of his head. The druggie fell to the floor. Loki stood up to face her rescuer. He had black hair tipped with white, hidden under a beanie, soft silver eyes and he was quite tall. Loki blushed and looked at him. "It's dangerous to be out here, alone at night...." he said softly. His voice was very quiet and very soft. "Erm, thanks....." she brushed her neck to try and relieve the pain of nearly being strangled. She held out a pale hand. He raised an eyebrow, and smiled faintly. He jumped up to the bulding, his figure siloutteted in the moonlight. "What's your name?" asked Loki, "Gage......" he replied he vanished into the light, like a vampire.
The air was thick with city smoke, and it was frosty, cold and damp. The freezing cold temperature crept up the spine and caused you to shiver. Many people dotted about the dark streets. The old new york buildings flickered with defected lamps as alley ways were filled with prostitutes and druggies. A young man perhaps at the age of 18. Walked out his eyes covered by his black, tipped with white, hair, and a beanie hat firmly preventing the sight of the rest of his hair. As his hands were stuffed into the pockets of his baggy black trousers. He walked alone meandering through the many people. He tilted his head towards the sky slightly, revealing his misty silver eyes. He turned a corner and vanished from sight.
Loki shivered in shock, from the scene before, in her sister's house, standing by a dead man, and her digimon ready to pounce on him at any sudden movements. The quiet mood was to nerve racking for anyone to bare. Loki sighed as she gripped her hands around one of Ray's. At that tiny little gesture Allistair began to shriek insanely as he launched at Rashumon his expression like a rabbid dog, he launched at him, and walked straight through his body. Allistair vanished through the shattered window, and into the cruel night of the city. Loki dragged herself away and out of the window. "You bastard come back you.....bastard" seeing that her shouting was in vein she shoved her hands into her pockets, lowering her head and advanced into the large city below the house. "Where the hell are you going?" Ray called after her. "For a walk, be back later" she muttered quietly. Ray sighed shaking his head and turned back into the safety of the mantion.
Loki wondered alone in the night for hours by herself. Just thinking the entire time. Unaware of the shadowy figure rushing along the roof tops, following her every move. She turned an alley way only to stop, when she was confronted by a drunken man, who put a hand on her shoulder asking for a beer. She frowned at him, strangers toucing her, was something she hated, and she hated it with a passion. "Get off me you drunken dick!" she shouted at him. The man was both drugged up to the eyes and drunk out of his brain. He reacted to Loki's comment violently, and shoved her to the ground. "Fiesty ain't you..." he smirked. He brushed some of his blonded hair from his eyes. He grabbed the zip on his jeans and heled her by the neck, gripped firmly to the wall. "Get your mouth open you cheeky bitch!" he smirked drunkly.
"Get the fuck away from me!!!" shouted Loki. "Open wide" he laughed. "Dude that's nasty...." a quiet, calm voice murmerd from behind. The voice was followed by an elbow slamming into the back of his head. The druggie fell to the floor. Loki stood up to face her rescuer. He had black hair tipped with white, hidden under a beanie, soft silver eyes and he was quite tall. Loki blushed and looked at him. "It's dangerous to be out here, alone at night...." he said softly. His voice was very quiet and very soft. "Erm, thanks....." she brushed her neck to try and relieve the pain of nearly being strangled. She held out a pale hand. He raised an eyebrow, and smiled faintly. He jumped up to the bulding, his figure siloutteted in the moonlight. "What's your name?" asked Loki, "Gage......" he replied he vanished into the light, like a vampire.