Forever Dark Kight

Jon

Jon sniffs the air And cetches the scent of A Female Vamp And pics up A duty old book on anciant Societys and New York. Than his Cell Phone Goses off.

" Hello, Ok be there in just a minet"

"Ok Gang we've got to go" We got a Crim sceen to viset A Girls Body Has just ben Found."
 
An hour of riding on the bus calmed him down some. He stuck out his hand, watching it only twitch slightly in the air. His nerves gave him enough time to finally leave.
Outside, the darkness boiled over the city, casting a deep shadow on anything more than a block away. She could be anywhere, coming towards him, watching. Behind or in front.
She knew him better than he knew himself at times. He checked himself in a sleezy hotel a block down, using what little money he had left. Most of it had been spent for little excursions like this.
If he didn't care about sleeping outside he would, but she could smell him better. In here, he was masked, somehow.
Rusty took a shower, cleaned all of the blood and gunk off of him. He closed up his wounds, to the best of his ability, making sure that he was all right, and the blood no longer mattered.
It didn't. He had stopped long ago.
Rusty lodged a chair against the door frame, and threw the other one at the far wall. It splintered into a few pieces, one of the bigger ones which he grabbed up.
He sat down on the bed, looking at the door, as if any minute she would come through, asking him if he still loved her.
The stake in his hand would answer for him.
He waited for dawn.
 
Fran:

Slipping through the wall she had passed through only minutes before, Fran came to Jon. "Okey dokey, smoky." She insinuated herself in the back seat of Jon's car.
 
Jon Was Speeding towords the new crime sceen When The Crow woman Hoped out And Fleww off. With out A word. " Well Fran its just us two now. Two Bad your A ghost " Jon Chukeld A bit.
they Soon arived to the Crime seen " Well Fran tallk To The dead or just Mess with some one. Ill Sniff Around."
 
Fran:

"Sure, and what would you like me to say to the dead guy Jon?" Fran was purposefully being dificult with him, just because. She phazed through the back of the car and walked around to the front door and waited for him, her arms folded across her chest, partially concealing the "I'm with stupid -->" across her breasts, on the front of her white cotton t-shirt, which was torn in three slashes across her stomach. "Doomed to eternity in this fucking t-shirt..." She delighted in pointing that out every chance she got, verbaly or otherwise.
 
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