Post by Death on Jul 4, 2010 20:32:11 GMT
Death landed in Central Park and looked around and people fled from where she was. They knew not to bother with Death, and they knew why she was here.
She wanted to have a little fun, destroying the city was more than efficient way of entertaining her self.
The blonde woman landed, her black leather hood still up. She found that the clothing style she'd adopted as a horsemen quite suited her, black leather every where.
She walked forward onto the grass and every where she stepped the grass burned into dead patches.
Now, all she needed was some one to play the hero and stop her, then she'd get started on her little bit of fun.
She wanted to have a little fun, destroying the city was more than efficient way of entertaining her self.
The blonde woman landed, her black leather hood still up. She found that the clothing style she'd adopted as a horsemen quite suited her, black leather every where.
She walked forward onto the grass and every where she stepped the grass burned into dead patches.
Now, all she needed was some one to play the hero and stop her, then she'd get started on her little bit of fun.
