A slow moving wave crashes along the shore. The Moon Shines brightly upon the silent shore. The stars, sparkle like the glint in a persons eye as they glance at their soul mate for the first time.
A single form walks along the beach slowly. His head hung and his shoulder length hair hung around his face, only revealing glimpses of his dark, forboding eyes. His pants ripped and torn at the ankles provide little cover for his feet as the cold water rushes over them, His hands clenched tightly to his side, extentuate the muscles of his arms and chest, bare to the night sky.
Not a soul around, just the crashing ove the waves, the quiet crunch of the sand below his feet, he continues on, determend to reach his destination. A pier comes into view, the lights of the farris wheel look like the stars in a swirling vortex. Life seems to move on there, on the pier, on the boardwalk.
The mans pace never hastens and his deminor never changes. Perhaps its anger, maby frustration, none can be sure, for none are around. He passes a path that would lead him up to the pier, seemingly passing by the only way off the beach. He continues forward headed under the pier.
As he continues on more forms become visible. the first small and delicate, hunched over as though thrown to the ground. hair, wet and long, hanging loosly around the face, which looks down. The second form tall with broad shoulders. Hair short and slightly spiked. The first form seems to be weeping as the man moves in. The second forms right fist is clenched as if in anger. No words are spoken, though many tears fall as the mans pace increases into a sprint.
The two brooding figures in the depth and darkness under the pier clash. The mans fist clenched with rage, striking the hate in the face. The two forms bounce back, faceing off. Hate and Love, Rage and Fury, the Demon and the Angel. The man darts in, curving his punch for the other's ribs. The second dodges out of the way, just bearly avoiding the blow, he returns the attack with an overhead slam.
The First, expecting such an attack slides past it, turning with a fist to the side of the face. The second, not expecting the brutal speed takes the blow in the face. The first continues his assault with blows to the chest and stomach. One hit, two hits, three, then he is stoped, quickly and abruptly by a fist to the face, quickly followed by a knee to the chest.
The two combatents Clench together, wrestling for control. The two wrestle for only a few moments as the first gains the advantage, driving knees into the ribs of his opponent. The knees continue for a few seconds, ending with an elbow across the face. The enamy falls to the ground. blood slowly forms along his lips, a cut visible begains to leak.
The man stands, his anger temrearaly subsided by the sounds of the weeping girl, tears mixed with blood as her eye is clearly welted and her lip bloody. The man goes over to help her up, the two embrace for a moment...but only a moment as the sound echos through the night. no words where ever spoken... Love was had, if only for that bref moment. that moment held by the last blood soaked tear that rolled down her face as they both collapsed into the sand...
A single form walks along the beach slowly. His head hung and his shoulder length hair hung around his face, only revealing glimpses of his dark, forboding eyes. His pants ripped and torn at the ankles provide little cover for his feet as the cold water rushes over them, His hands clenched tightly to his side, extentuate the muscles of his arms and chest, bare to the night sky.
Not a soul around, just the crashing ove the waves, the quiet crunch of the sand below his feet, he continues on, determend to reach his destination. A pier comes into view, the lights of the farris wheel look like the stars in a swirling vortex. Life seems to move on there, on the pier, on the boardwalk.
The mans pace never hastens and his deminor never changes. Perhaps its anger, maby frustration, none can be sure, for none are around. He passes a path that would lead him up to the pier, seemingly passing by the only way off the beach. He continues forward headed under the pier.
As he continues on more forms become visible. the first small and delicate, hunched over as though thrown to the ground. hair, wet and long, hanging loosly around the face, which looks down. The second form tall with broad shoulders. Hair short and slightly spiked. The first form seems to be weeping as the man moves in. The second forms right fist is clenched as if in anger. No words are spoken, though many tears fall as the mans pace increases into a sprint.
The two brooding figures in the depth and darkness under the pier clash. The mans fist clenched with rage, striking the hate in the face. The two forms bounce back, faceing off. Hate and Love, Rage and Fury, the Demon and the Angel. The man darts in, curving his punch for the other's ribs. The second dodges out of the way, just bearly avoiding the blow, he returns the attack with an overhead slam.
The First, expecting such an attack slides past it, turning with a fist to the side of the face. The second, not expecting the brutal speed takes the blow in the face. The first continues his assault with blows to the chest and stomach. One hit, two hits, three, then he is stoped, quickly and abruptly by a fist to the face, quickly followed by a knee to the chest.
The two combatents Clench together, wrestling for control. The two wrestle for only a few moments as the first gains the advantage, driving knees into the ribs of his opponent. The knees continue for a few seconds, ending with an elbow across the face. The enamy falls to the ground. blood slowly forms along his lips, a cut visible begains to leak.
The man stands, his anger temrearaly subsided by the sounds of the weeping girl, tears mixed with blood as her eye is clearly welted and her lip bloody. The man goes over to help her up, the two embrace for a moment...but only a moment as the sound echos through the night. no words where ever spoken... Love was had, if only for that bref moment. that moment held by the last blood soaked tear that rolled down her face as they both collapsed into the sand...
cereal_killer:
I was in the store today... looked but didn't see ya. Me, Isobel and Sidleymack get together for drinks some nights when we are all free... you should come out and join us.
