Post by vinny diaz on Feb 11, 2013 3:52:57 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0px,true][atrb=cellpadding,0px,true] [style=width: 238px; height: 20px; background:#4C785F; margin-bottom:0px; border: 1px solid #4C785F; padding-top: 3px; text-align:center; font-family:ms gothic; font-size: 18px; color: #1E3829;]JUST A STEP FROM THE EDGE This town was so quiet, so calm. Th news was filled with the weather, local news. A children play this weekend, school holding a bake sale. Story at eleven about siblings reunited after several years. Shocking story from some place far away with some crime no one dared to think about. Because this was a haven. Nothing bad happened here. At least, the little people thought that. The woman who passed by with a child hanging off her arm would go home, cook dinner and tuck the child in; maybe a story. She would retire to her room with her own book. her husband return an hour later, eat and join her in bed, talk of the day. Cuddle, rest. So sweet, so innocent. Unaware that just four houses down, someone leaves while they lock in the for the night. Wearing a nice pressed uniform that could suit any job. Aside from, of course, the little pretentious red R on the shoulder. They would leave their home, head to work and while that couple held each other and dreamt of a vacation over seas, that 'friendly neighbourly homebody' would be standing before a metal slab, rubber gloves secure and cupping the head of an unconscious, un-savable gijinka. He would write down notes, examine them, then hand them off to be tested, tortured, then dissected. So much this little town didn't know. They weren't aware of those being harmed, being killed. They weren't aware of the true danger the world was in. They weren't aware how their lives were constantly in danger. They weren't aware that a force was raising again team rocket. They weren't aware that this man, leaning against the deli wall near the door, greeting eveyrone with a smile and holding the door with armed to the teeth beneath that dirty apron and cloth around his head to keep his hair back. No one saw how much crimson stained thsoe dark hands. Instead, they only saw the dark hands tightly grip the handle of the door and tug it open, motioning them inside and daring a bow before breaking out into laughter at their own embarrassment. Such a friendly , sweet man! Such a dear, such a joy, such a liar. So unexpected, so undetected, so good at what he did. "Have a good morning you two!" [/style] |