A.N. I hope this is a little bit better!
Van's N.P.O.V
Quietly he closed the door behind him outside, breathed in a shallow breath of the midnight air and let it out in a great big sigh. Abruptly a piecing screech filled the quiet air. Jumping out of his thoughts he turned rapidly, a few bones cracked in his neck and back sending a jolt of brief pain around his body, looking up towards the once living girl's bedroom window to see lights being switched on and shadows running around. The sounds of sirens in the frost like air were hastily coming nearer. Slowly and calmly walking up the tarmac path, the police came into view only steps away. Each car stop with a sudden screech. The light blinding the black hair boy, the faint sounds of doors slamming and the click of guns at the ready. A slow but loud and dangerous voice could be heard "Stop where you are! Put your hands above your head and no one will get hurt!" Painstakingly slow the black haired youth lifted his arms up high. Feathers, black feathers everywhere. Vanished. No one there!
Hitomi's N.P.O.V
Sounds of an alarm clock ringing to wake a big lump in the middle of a bed was successful. Surely it started to move and out popped a pale hand and slammed it down on the clock to shut it up. Everything was silent all except the rustle of the sheets. A loud thud of the quilt landing on the floor to reveal a girl no more then the age of 16, slowly, bones creaking, sat up and rubbed the sleep out of her eyes. Lazily getting out of the bed and making her way to the closet, she got out a beige and brown school uniform and grabbed a pinky-red ribbon off the mirror and staggered into the bathroom.
After changing into her school uniform, the girl slowly made her way downstairs to get some breakfast. The girl was thin and lean with strong, powerful legs from all the running and track practice. Emerald eyes set into pale milky skin that gleamed in the sun light, short bobbed honey brown hair. She sat at the table where a plate of toast was left for her. As she walked over she reached out a hand and turned on the T.V. the news came up with a report about a killing, her eyes glued to picture that came up of a girl.
Van's N.P.O.V
Slowly making his way down the crowded street the raven haired boy walked along. People banged into him on both sides. His red top flapped in the gentle breeze, his hair resting in front of his wine brown eyes, held down by a red and white base ball hat. Strange and twisted face's turned to him, in distaste by the clothes he wore but the girls just swooned at the look of him. His tanned baggy trousers dragged on the floor and his red top slightly clung to his figure. Stopping in front of a "TV Buy and Repair" shop, one of the TV's where turned onto the news, an important news bulletin flashed up onto the screen and showed a picture.
"We interrupt this program for this important news report…"
A young girl's photo flashed in the corner of the screen in her blue top and trousers that flared out at the bottom.
"Last night, Miss Madison Taylor, was murdered in her room. The cause of the murder is still unsure for now but police are still on the look-out for the murderer and any clues of what had happened at the scene of crime. If you have any clues or have seen please contact the police immediately! Thank you and be safe."
Hitomi's N.P.O.V
The brown haired girl, more pale in the face then normal, turned off the TV, grabbed her school stuff and left the house. The raven haired boy smirked and left the shop window. He continued to walk off to his next destination.
Unhurriedly, the emerald eyed girl made her way to school, she was pulled out of her thoughts by someone shouting out her name. At the end of the street was her a friend, a little bit of a rebel some people had said; her hair a bright shocking pink hair, her sky blue eyes looked bright compared to her dark brown like chocolate skin. Leisurely making her way down the street the two girls walked off and made their way to their school.
The school bell just rang as they made their way inside the door, banging into people as they went to the lockers and then went their separate ways to their home rooms.
? N.P.O.V
Smoke filled up the room blocking out any and all light that might of shown through the blocked out windows. The front door opened, two men, blocking the light coming through, were thrown into shadows. One was tall and walked in before the other could set foot in the door way to trip him up. In the dim light, his long mid-back blonde hair shone like dull gold, pushed back into a ponytail. Dressed in black baggy trousers with black heavy boots, a white baggy button down top and a long knee length jacket. He was soon roughly and rudely pushed by his companion, the smallest of the two. He was what most people would call strange in a way. He had shoulder length sliver-grey hair and blood red eyes that showed a thirst for blood themselves. Unlike his partner, he wore tight leather trousers with an even tighter silk sleeveless wine red top with the same sort of boots as his partner over that he had on a black leather coat that ghostly touched the floor and on his forehead was a band of gold like fabric with a red gem sewn in the middle. Unhurriedly they walked to the back to wait for the third and last partner of the group.