Everything was deadly silent as figures in the shadows watched the scene fold out in front of them.
He was off again to save the broken, the beaten, and the damned.
He saluted the parade before disappearing in a haze of smoke, leaving the silence in his wake.
He stepped through a wall and into a bedroom. The floor was a mess of clothes, but he didn't even spare them a glance ; nor the blood stained towel poorly hidden among them.
His hazel, gold flecked eyes locked on the restless sleeping figure in the bed that was completely unaware of the new presence in the room.
The eerie silvery moon fell over the face of the figure and he stiffened.
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Human Wreckage -MCR Fanfic-
Fanfiction-REWRITTEN/EDIT THE ENTIRE STORY ON 7/24/17- Coughing, the smoke swirled in front of me as beams of black and white flashing lights raced across my vision, disappearing as quickly as they had appeared. My lungs ached as they tried to pull in clean...
