Wanted

Prologue

Yep...deal with it im trying something new.....hehehehe 

Thump Thump Thump Thump Thump Thump......SSSKKKRREEEEE..... Left right left right left right, large gaping steps, heavy breathing, focused, cunning.....speed. All these things are what makes this Irish forest demon one of the quickest between all of the other demons of his kind. His smart, impulsive behavior gets him out of the toughest problems. FWOOOSH, steel toe boots landing gracefully on the ground beneath them He looks behind him, hearing the clip clop of the horseshoes growing ever nearer. He looks in front of him again and picks up speed, the rings upon his fingers hitting the poles as he begins to asend upward, looking behind him again as the CLIP CLOP CLIP CLOP.....WHIP  of the horses below him become even louder. "YOU CANT RUN FOREVER FUGITIVE....WE WILL PUT YOU IN PRISON IF ITS THE LAST THING WE DO" the mens voices fading away as he climbs to the top of the building made of stone and wood. "HAHAHAH FOCKERS......KISS MY IRISH ASS" 

He sticks out his tongue, putting his thumbs in his ears and wiggling his fingers mockingly at them. He turns around and continues to climb up the building using anything he can reach. Grunts and huffs escape past the mans tanish pink lips as he climbs the difficult surroundings to the top, pulling himself up one last time to stand up straight. Step step.......the camera slowly circles the man, spirling upwards. First the boots, the yellowish-tan ripped, torn pants. His black nails like monster claws, and a Green tattoo starts at the wrist of his left hand and spirals up his arm to his shoulder were a green eyeball with a blue pupil rested, blinking once. The camera changes, now slowly moving around his mouth as he smirks wildly, the lip peircings golden against the sunset, his upward, canine teeth sharpened to a point. Next his ears, the pale color of his skin turning into a emerald green as it neared the sharp tip. He chuckled, running his fingers through his hair, the dark blueish green, silky-soft strands spiking upward into the air. Not a movement occured as a deep irish voice spoke outloud. "Who am i?.........Names Anti McLoughlin and imma Irish Forest Demon, a wanted fugitive in this small town i call home......My story?.....Dont need one~....b'cause it begins now~"