Black Parade

Chatper Two

The echoes of footstep marching together in rhythm, made the dry ground crumble. They sang in unison. Rose petals were throw over the brave, marching soldiers as they strolled through the expiring city. A steady drub, drub, drub- like the sound of a heavy heartbeat drove through Tristan's body. His heart fluttered like the wings of a hummingbird.

His messey, shoulder-length hair blew over his courageous eyes. His eyebrows were fairly think and arched slightly over his determined eyes. Embellished only by four simple and coordinating buttons, the navy-blue pea coat was humble in its entirety. Consisting of heavy wool, it was pressed down to a teat and had a quiet glamor about it. It flared out at the center of Tristan's waists.

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The brown walls glowed a golden colour from the yellow lights hanging from rafters. Deer heads hanged over the old-fashioned doorways leading to the bar. The interior has a warm glow to it to have a homey feel. This homey feeling cause the people to forget their worries and chat with the locals.

Rosalie keeped an eye on the dusty T.V as she helped out at the bar. The T.V flicked. ''Dotitous has spend all over Franklin City.'' The distease infected people making they've skin fade to a dark red and they've eyes reflecting a grey glow. Children and Adults screaming at the horro's of what as become of them. Rosalie glide away from the shocking pictures on the T.V. The news reporter looked deeply into the camera and then grimed, ''Next up more footage on The Black Parade.''

An old man sat the leather bar chair. His aged skin was molded into an almost permanent scowl. Years of unhappiness were etched by every deep line and wrinkle on his face. His pensive eyes never focused on anything as he seemed to be permanently lost deep into his thoughts and unhappiness. His lips were slightly turned down and his forehead had deep creases that pulled his eyebrows down, as if he were glaring. Constantly angry with the melancholy that washed over him. ''That Alien will kill us all.'' He scowled across the bar. ''Look what happend to the last soilders. No one returned. Do you know why?

People stopped chatting and sared at the old man. The room was silent. Rosalie gladed into his weeping eyes. ''Why?''

The old man grimed, like it was the first time in years. ''Because, the Alien's have been planning this for years. They took..'' The old man pulled quickly out his dated wallet. His eyes light up as he glazed deeply into the pictures inside the fangled wallet. ''They took my daughter, Bell.'' The old man looked up from his wallet. ''She would of been eighteen this month.'' The man passed Rosalie the smooth photo. Rosalie looked into the fading photo. ''She's beautiful.''The picture was of Bell on Franklin beach. The sunlight glistened on the dark blue ocean. Bell stood in the salty sea as the wind blow through her glistening hair. Ripples of waves continuously flowed toward her, eventually breaking into foam. Then creeping up to his feet, and sliding back. The picture reflected her beauty. Rosalie passed the photo back to the tearfull man.