Sprinkles228
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With every step Lucas took the sloppy, brown, wet mud sloshed onto his sneaker as he ran throung the dirty streets just beforn sunrise. Clouds covered the city, giving it a gloomy, spooky look. Just last night a group of police men had him on his toes running from a pack of dogs. Luckily he could blend in with the stone walls in the alleyways, but the shadows gave him another advantage. Lucas ran until the skies had turned an orangeish color, and now the blue was seeping in on the horzion. He had found an alley he could call home, at leqst for a few hours. He haden't eaten for two days, and now craved somthing to munch on. He leaned back in the corner of the alley where the shadows always lurked, no matter what time of day. Scanning the dimly lit area, he heard a small squeak and felt somthing run across his foot. In a matter of seconds he had caught a small mouse. Being a Gargoyle, it didn't bother him much, so he simply ate it alive. Within an our he had caught, and eaten three more. He looked into the streets at all the normal people. Not much in this side of town, being the darker, crime-infested area, but that gave Lucas a great place to live. Lucas leaned his head against the cold concrete wall and tared into the streets, on the lookout for anyone, Anything.
Hazel blinked her eyes open, finding it was only before dawn. She sighed and sat up. She could not recall what had happened to get her there, but now all she knew was that she was in an old shack, which was more of a garage. She could see droplets of blood on the cold, cracked ground underneath her. A ray of light peeked through a rack in the "Roof", which was falling apart. Blood was on the side of her face, as far as she could tell, and a cut on her arm seemed to be the main source of the slight dripping. Automaticaly, she knew what had gotten her there. It was one of her little 'Scenes", if you would all it that. At random times, random places, she would break out in a rampage, gong maniac Vampire-Witch on people without having a clue what was going on. She would kill, rob, fight, pretty much do whatever with no concionce and no memory of what really went on. She couldn't control anything. As she wiped the blood off of her face with her sleeve, she peeked her head outside to see a large blimp with a screen, playong the daily anthem. hazel did not sing along, nor did she hum, or respect it in any way. The Government hated her, everyone hated her. Still watching, Hazel payed close attention as a warning went out to all people of Otaria. BE ALERT OF THE UNKNOWN. THE GOVERNMENT HAS BEEN NOTIFIED OF RECENT ATTACKS ON HUMANS BY UNKNOWS. WATCH YOURSELFS. REPORT ANY UNUSUAL BEHAVIOR IN FRIENDS OR FAMILY, AS WELL AS SIGHTINGS OF THE BEINGS... The message played on until the blimp was out of sight. Hazel cleaned herself up and pulled her dark hood over her face and walked into the almost empty streets. Luckily no one noticed the drops of blood that stained her skinny jeans as she rushed through the streets of town.
Hazel blinked her eyes open, finding it was only before dawn. She sighed and sat up. She could not recall what had happened to get her there, but now all she knew was that she was in an old shack, which was more of a garage. She could see droplets of blood on the cold, cracked ground underneath her. A ray of light peeked through a rack in the "Roof", which was falling apart. Blood was on the side of her face, as far as she could tell, and a cut on her arm seemed to be the main source of the slight dripping. Automaticaly, she knew what had gotten her there. It was one of her little 'Scenes", if you would all it that. At random times, random places, she would break out in a rampage, gong maniac Vampire-Witch on people without having a clue what was going on. She would kill, rob, fight, pretty much do whatever with no concionce and no memory of what really went on. She couldn't control anything. As she wiped the blood off of her face with her sleeve, she peeked her head outside to see a large blimp with a screen, playong the daily anthem. hazel did not sing along, nor did she hum, or respect it in any way. The Government hated her, everyone hated her. Still watching, Hazel payed close attention as a warning went out to all people of Otaria. BE ALERT OF THE UNKNOWN. THE GOVERNMENT HAS BEEN NOTIFIED OF RECENT ATTACKS ON HUMANS BY UNKNOWS. WATCH YOURSELFS. REPORT ANY UNUSUAL BEHAVIOR IN FRIENDS OR FAMILY, AS WELL AS SIGHTINGS OF THE BEINGS... The message played on until the blimp was out of sight. Hazel cleaned herself up and pulled her dark hood over her face and walked into the almost empty streets. Luckily no one noticed the drops of blood that stained her skinny jeans as she rushed through the streets of town.