Color Bandits : One Shot

The Color Bandit

White

There he stands, the infamous, powerful ranger, swept in a chilling blanket, mended with the color of purity surrounding his path. There he stands, covered in a suite of the plain and boring tone with his long, silky cape, floating. There he stands, a smirk on his seemingly plastered face, slowly pulling down his clear goggles, waiting. His figure decreases as he sits, wondering about what depths of the endless void of possibilities are at hold, as he is ready to jump.

Suddenly he stands, being greeted by the fall of colors slowly pelting his empty-shelled self. Slowly marking his purity with intensifying bright yellow, graceful greens, and shocks of natural oranges.There he stands, slowly being taken over, becoming weaker and weaker with every second. With hypnotic pinks swirling, mixing with the soothing specks of reds, flying.

His goggles , covered with a solution of colors, coordinating together to form an explosion of integument. Mesmerizing blues, flying, soaring, and coating what's left of his revenue; petrifying but somehow, magical.

There he stands, becoming something other than a plain canvas, slowly melting by the raining fall blending into everything: his cloths, the empty scenery, everything. The standing man closes his eyes, slowly falling to the ground. He smiles, this, is what he's been waiting for. Not only is he just covered in the spontaneous colors, but brought into a new state of mind. This is, the color bandit.