Imperfect Me. (ON HOLD)

Prologue

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I love graffiti ; isn't it just amazing? The art, the mark you leave behind. I was with two of my boys adding what we call adding "our mark "to the dull brick alley. We looked like a unit with our matching hoodies; hoods up and our half-face balaclavas adorned.

Masked Enigmas. Childish in a sense I know- but it's how we started off.

We had nearly completed the graffiti of our logo when an ear piercing shriek, no doubt female, sounded in the air.

We froze.

Dropped our spray cans and followed the voice through the narrow alleys we knew like the back of our hands.

In front of us was a fragile, small girl, approximately our age being thrust against the wall.
An endless trail of tears ran down her bruised face while the ruthless attacker towered over her tiny frame. Before anything else could happen we found ourselves sprinting head first towards the attacker.

The attacker turned towards us. Shock momentarily lined his face before it twisted into a repulsive snarl, he had pulled a fist back but it was too slow and we got what we needed.

Him to make the first move.

Within a second Kris slammed his fist into the repulsive human.