DaemonLordPride

A cry ran out across the broken streets of a once busy market. A woman, covered in dust with matted hair and bloodshot eyes, ran along the cracks and fault lines. She tripped, slamming her head into the concrete and was dazed momentarily. She looked back and saw the two dark figures continuing to chase after her, not even halted by the harsh terrain. She scrambled to her feet and ran into a broken down shop. The shop had no roof and looked to have once sold exotic produce; although now that time had passed it was all rotted and spoiled. She ran through the aisles and made it to the back door. She twisted the door knob but it wouldn't open. Sh

"This world saddens me… Oh how I do wish to take my leave from it", walks over to the window. "It does offer plenty of beauty… but behind that lies the venom of deceit and abuse", he places a small pistol on the window seal and opens it up. The air blows in calm and ripe with the smell of an oceans breeze. Far off in the distance waves can be heard breaking against the jagged rocks of the coastline. A perfect world… such a thought was once considered moot. But in the golden age of man, many looked to the stars for their answers. "Its all fake…" He reached down for the pistol, placing it in his cold sweaty palm. "Salvation is so close…" He beg

The silence was deafening. Slowly her mind began to grasp for any figment of sound in the hollow chamber. It raced with thoughts that had no coherent value and echoed images that where but bloody whispers. She looked to her left, her blood shot, crimson eyes vaguely making out the form of her captive. A man in a slim body suit that was interlaced with red leather. He appeared to shimmer as the light from a torch graced him with it's presence. All she could think about was how badly she wanted noise. Her arms and legs were braced to the floor and a sadistic muzzle placed over her delicate mouth. When she breathed, a deep pain shot through her