Crucifix: Dark gardian

A plume of inky black smoke rises up over the broken and bent rooftops, that shelter hub citys wretched and forgotten.

In the shadows a gun sparks fire against cement, and humans echo back howls of woe.

Rain falls.

A million bombshells break across my skin, shrapneling into the atmosphere.

It's cold. But the city's stench is hot on my breath.

I stand alone. Composed and siloweted against the rain. The White cross on my mask reflects the dull light of the moon. Pawns with their little guns walk the street unknowing, to them that in the mist a knight ridding a pale horse is waiting for them. I see lights, and a roveing disposal comes roaming down like a slumbering dragon. Out steps too rooks clad in blue.

"to protect and serve themselves."

Here to take advantage of the week and the small like dogs fighting for scraps off the rich mans table.

A small fragile girl stumbles over Her tennis-shoes, falling hard on the pavement. No taller than 5 feet she Frantically begins tieing her laces. Like the rope of straw judas hanged himself with, her inocence betrays her, she hears the cloven feet of her hollow protecters before they reach her, she stands up fast her heart raceing with fear.

"you lost girly." the first pig grunts through a mouthful of chew

"I'm fine."she assures them.

As she atempts escape, the second blue clad protector slams her hard against the wall with his hand she gasps and her face goes pale.

I move, shadow to shadow a splinter of black I dart through the night . As I move I feel her, her eyes upon me but for a moment blue eyes so full of life. Panic stricken with sadness fear and grief, what disisions brought her to such a horrible place.

"Now girly don't go runnin away, we have some questions about some murders that been happnin."

"I assure you officers that I know nothing."

I'm so close now the wind is moving beneth me, my coat flying behind me like ash covered wings.

"Oh we know but for your own safety we are here to protect ya, shame if someone as beautiful as ya were to disappear." he slowly moves her hand around the curvature of her waist. I hurry. Static lifting itself through the airwaves and into my ear.

I'm close so close.

I leap and years of suffering springs from me with the release of the rising wind, my penance was steep but to live without it was steeper still.

30 feet high I press my palm to the top of the building. My muscles expanding and contracting to the perfect form to hold me still.

I see the figures in the night with pinpoint accuracy, and I smile to myself for such easy prey. Like frogs parading in front of a viper.

And then I hear the thundercrack. Red ink splatters all the way up to her auburn hair. A gapping hole left were her appendix used to be. Her black and white stipped t shirt slowly begins to blend with the colors of pain and death.

My seances heighten, I feel the blood flow through my veins smell the salty copper of her blood. And the burning of the bullet.

I leap, propelling myself off nearby buildings as I go. And I collide feetfirst, into the back of the burly middle aged pig with the gun. He screams and I cackle as his back shatters against the echo of thunder. His face explodes into a bloody mess against the stone building right behind the dieing girl.