(This thread will contain all of Craven's actions from here on out. Those involved with the Story Line are welcome to post as well for continuity.)
"Take a look around this is what I see. Is there anybody else that feels like me. Sweat you sweat, bleed you bleed. What you get aint what you see. Up is down and black looks white to me. I'm complicated."
Pain throbbed up his leg as Cain limped through the door of his hideaway from the world. The bullet from Alain's .38 a burning sensation in his knee. Alain? That name, from one of his flowers. The Fighter. She knew him, this man was her Guardian.
"Get frustrated. Right or wrong, love or hate it. I'm complicated. Can't sedate it. I heard that song but I won't play it. It's all right. It's okay. You wouldn't want me any other way."
Finally a hunter had caught up to him. Finally someone to end his game. Finally an adversary.
"Is there anybody out there. Just like everybody out there. Just want somebody out there just like me. I'm complicated. Get frustrated."
Crimsons found their way to the slumbering angel with a warm smile. A part of him sensing it now time to release her to the world. To her family. However it would take several hours for his knee to completely heal. Such was time he didn't have before she awoke.
"Momma keep on prayin. Cause I aint changin. I'm complicated."
Gloved hands tenderly brushed the hair from Hina's dreaming face before he unbound her. Balance would be a tricky issue with his wound, but this warped soul gave a valiant effort in the move to get her upon his right shoulder. Only moments before dawn he started down the path from his home beneath the city to the man-hole closest to her family's estates.
Halfway there he stumbled momentarily feeling the Mind fade from him. She still lived, that he knew, but the connection now felt dimmed. Not severed but smothered heavily. That would require investigating.
The Saint laid down just outside the gates to her family home, the singer of songs kissed her one last time and set a pressed posie into her hand before he vanished with the dawn as it approached.
"Take a look around this is what I see. Is there anybody else that feels like me. Sweat you sweat, bleed you bleed. What you get aint what you see. Up is down and black looks white to me. I'm complicated."
Pain throbbed up his leg as Cain limped through the door of his hideaway from the world. The bullet from Alain's .38 a burning sensation in his knee. Alain? That name, from one of his flowers. The Fighter. She knew him, this man was her Guardian.
"Get frustrated. Right or wrong, love or hate it. I'm complicated. Can't sedate it. I heard that song but I won't play it. It's all right. It's okay. You wouldn't want me any other way."
Finally a hunter had caught up to him. Finally someone to end his game. Finally an adversary.
"Is there anybody out there. Just like everybody out there. Just want somebody out there just like me. I'm complicated. Get frustrated."
Crimsons found their way to the slumbering angel with a warm smile. A part of him sensing it now time to release her to the world. To her family. However it would take several hours for his knee to completely heal. Such was time he didn't have before she awoke.
"Momma keep on prayin. Cause I aint changin. I'm complicated."
Gloved hands tenderly brushed the hair from Hina's dreaming face before he unbound her. Balance would be a tricky issue with his wound, but this warped soul gave a valiant effort in the move to get her upon his right shoulder. Only moments before dawn he started down the path from his home beneath the city to the man-hole closest to her family's estates.
Halfway there he stumbled momentarily feeling the Mind fade from him. She still lived, that he knew, but the connection now felt dimmed. Not severed but smothered heavily. That would require investigating.
The Saint laid down just outside the gates to her family home, the singer of songs kissed her one last time and set a pressed posie into her hand before he vanished with the dawn as it approached.