Hearing the squeaking sounds coming out of the large wagon, holding bunches of fresh vegetables, the young man sniffed the collar of his long black coat. He dipped his ebony hat lower as he headed toward the exit of the market. He sighs as the clumsy paperboy tripped over his own feet. He headed toward the small shop that had all the latest music he liked. He pushed open the door, and stepped in. Everyone that was in the shop, as usual, would stop, turn, and stare. It was like stop, drop, and roll. But, when they stared at him, he got super pissed off. He let them stare and then leaves them to their own fantasies. He turned over to the pop music corner. When he found nothing interesting or new, he turned around and took the most weirdest exit. By going… the backdoor. The youngster walked for awhile, and stopped in front of a flat. He pressed a few keys, and then the door made a small BEEP(!) and he opened the door. He walked over to a small closet, slid open the door, and hooked his black jacket up onto a hook. He closed the door.
He flung himself onto his dark bed and sighed. “If only life was MUCH MORE easier. I would of been more nicer. I guess my girlfriend would cheer me up more than I am right now…“
A loud ding-dong was heard, and he sat up and stood up, and walked over to the door. Peeking through the small window in the door, he spotted his girlfriend at the door. He opened the door. “Hello! Come in! I’ll prepare the dinner. Your job… is to KEEP me happy and entertained. Thank you! Oi, Hannah! C’mere!” He smiled angelically at her. He gave her a small hug. “Hi, Steele! I hope dinner is yummy!” “Ain’t it always?”
After dinner, Hannah had to leave. She took the bus. When she past through the alleyway, she was stopped by some gangsters that were smiling in a perverted way. She yelled,”Stop!” But they did not stop staring, and instead of doing just that, they dragged her into their lair. She screamed, and then fell unconscious.
The next day, the police found the gangsters up to no good, and then later discovered Hannah was in a hidden room, all bloody with her own blood. The gangsters, well, were sadistic and wanted to see someone as pretty as she was, die a horrible death. So, the police also discovered that the girl was dead, so, they proclaimed she was dead. The gangsters were going to be on trail in four days.
When the news reached Steele, Steele’s head dropped down to his hands. Hannah’s parents were there to comfort him. The next day, it was supposed to be her funeral soon. Steele, actually showed no other feelings except coldness and seriousness to everyone, except Hannah.
New… idea while listening to random PoT songs. Yeah, japanese songs, but WHATEVS! Seeya! Salutes, bows, leaves.
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