faithinthemusic

The last thing Simone Frost expected to see when she stepped into the courtroom was two familiar faces, each at an opposing bench. Sure, she had known from the beginning that her up-and-coming adoptive daughter would be leering from the prosecuting side, struggling to keep her perpetual grin in the state of a more professional smirk. What she didn't Expect to see was the short man in a fedora and an eyepatch currently attempting to take a nap in court.  The woman smirked. If she played this right, jury duty would never be more interesting.     Simone took her seat. As a member of a doubtless illegal mob and an organizer of crime, she natura

A black-and-yellow streak colored the void freeway. It was close to two o'clock in the morning. Most sensible people were still asleep. Although 'sensible' wasn't one of his predominant qualities, the commander of the streak knew he was pushing it. The speed limit was seventy; the motorcycle's spedometer read over ninety. The rider didn't care. He needed to get away, and the law was secondary. For the lone man on the freeway, life was sucking, big time. He had gotten into an argument with his girlfriend, and she had kicked him out of her house. So now he was zipping along the street faster than most people would dare follow. Not  fast enough,

The child froze in shock. Its scream died on contact with the ghoul's clammy hand. Ghost Roaster's long, white fingers dug into the light brown of the child's skin, deceptively tightly for such a bony grasp. The Skylander snickered, grinning insanely. He dragged the young human into the clearing. "Don't bring it over here!" Hex snapped irritably. Her blank eyes glared distastefully at the short native of this foreign planet. It was female, with long brown hair and eyes of the same hue. She seemed to have gotten over her initial shock, and was now struggling furiously in Ghost's iron grip. The undead rolled his big yellow eyes at the sorceres

Dark walls reared up into endless oblivion. Shadows lurked all around, making it impossible to see beyond a few feet. The sharp clack of metal on stone followed the seemingly lone inhabitant of the space as he stepped cautiously forward.      He was dressed in a soft but durable, purple robe and purple armor. It  consisted of double shoulder guards and a pointed helmet. The traveller's light, purplish-blue hair hung to his shoulders and grazed his eyelashes. His eyes themselves were sky blue, and glanced around suspiciously. He held a green staff tightly in both hands, ready for an attack.       The m

The last thing Simone Frost expected to see when she stepped into the courtroom was two familiar faces, each at an opposing bench. Sure, she had known from the beginning that her up-and-coming adoptive daughter would be leering from the prosecuting side, struggling to keep her perpetual grin in the state of a more professional smirk. What she didn't Expect to see was the short man in a fedora and an eyepatch currently attempting to take a nap in court.  The woman smirked. If she played this right, jury duty would never be more interesting.     Simone took her seat. As a member of a doubtless illegal mob and an organizer of crime, she natura