Girl-With-Wings13

"Faith! Are you almost ready? We're going to be late." Proclaimed the silver haired man in a joking manner while eyeing the odd melting clock on the beige wall by the front door. "Yes Mr. Boss, I'm coming." A sassy voice sounded from the second floor of the large suit. Sighing with a smirk the boss, otherwise known as Hope or Mr. Estheim to many, shook his head at his best friend's instant remark. Within moments a body with a mop of orange hair came barreling down the stairs while trying to figure out how to twist and loop the mint blue tie around her slender neck. Still not comprehending the method in which to tie a tie, once her unclad fe

The crying, the screaming, the looks of anguish stapled to the citizen's faces, kids and adults alike. The torture swirled around in clouds of sparkling black dust, creating the illusion of a memory fading in and out. Blood was spilled profusely,  staining not only the walls and flooring, but also the hearts of onlookers. Eyes that held daggers were engraved on this poor soul, never to be forgotten. Adrenaline pumped at a rapid pace as the images of fear and worry raced through the veins of the rememberer. The scenes of dead bodies, shiny guns, thick blood, and destruction caused the soul to wake with a perpetuating start. Sweat was beaded to