The cold wind rushed across his face as he jumps from place to place. He can hear the city hum as the lovers embrace and the children cry, he smiles welcoming the sounds and smells with open arms.
A scream pierces the night he leaps towards it racing to get there, Adrenalin courses through his vains.
He must help all innocents who cannot defend themselves.
He is a guardian angel to the city of hell.
(Just a short little Drabble I have not written any thing in like three years so don't hate it to much!)
-mole