He would stand infront of his window. Staring Down At The Pine Trees That Lay Lifeless Across The Street. The Lights From The Street Lights Shining In His Eyes. But He Didnt Care. His good hand Lays On His Bandaged Arm. Blood Soaks Through The Bandage. His Left Arm was Bandaged Up To His Shoulder. His Messy Brown hair Goes Every Which way. He Wears a Black Turtle neck sweater, black Ripped Jeans and Black Boots. He Plays Back The... Axident... In his head... His Mother... Thrown Through The Windshield Of Their Car. He Snarls then Twitches at The Thought Of His Father. Not Even Taking Time To See His Mother Before Her Last Few Breaths. He Freezes When He Hears a Deep Raspy Almost Non Human Voice Whisper His Name. "Tristan. Falcon." He Jerks His Head Behind Him, Breathing heavy as He saw a 9 foot Creature Stand Before Him, he Wore a Black suit with Blood Red Tie. His Face Showed no Emotion, it Was Blank. Like A White Sheet of paper. His Face And Hands Looks as If They Were Bleached. Suddenly 8 Tentecles grab Him by His Waist, He Tries To Yell Out But His Mouth Is Now Covered. Hes Now Out Cold.
