Post by team666 on Jan 3, 2008 1:39:58 GMT -5
>>They had finally made it into Chicago. The sky was pitch black. The stars and the moon where covered by numerous clouds. Draco was wondering through the park, with a large shadow following each step he made. Draco wore a long black leather cloak. Both of his hand were in each pocket, of his jacket. A bench came up into the distance. The bench sat under a light, that flickered on and off. A perfect seat for a psychotic mind. They made it up to the bench, Draco took a seat, but his partner stayed in the darkness and out of the light. Why did this thing followed Draco around. Was it for profit? Was it for fame? Was it for an important cause? Draco brought a cigarette up to his lips, and lit it. He took a deep breath in. Draco then moved the cigarette away from his mouth, and watched the smoke escape his body. His eyes followed the smoke, until it disappeared.<<
[glow=red,2,300]" What a perfect night. "[/glow]
>>Draco muttered to himself.<<
[glow=red,2,300]" What a perfect night. "[/glow]
>>Draco muttered to himself.<<