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Darkness settles on the city as a harsh wind blows through it, rattling windows and causing trash to blow around on the streets. Nobody is outside except for a single figure turning into a dark alley a little ways down the street, He wore a dark cloak and carried a peculiar looking weapon in his hand as he disappeared into the alley. After a couple minutes the figure re-emerges as a single scream pierces the silence. An older man came staggering out of the alley with a metal rod in his stomach. After a couple steps he stops and fell to the sidewalk, dead. The figure in the cloak walked over to the man and whispered to the man even though he was dead, a mist coming out of the dead mans body. Reaching into his cloak, the figure in the cloak took out a small box and pressed the button on the top, opening a small portal. "Your time here is done." It whispered, the voice unrecognizable. The mist that had been hovering over the mans dead body zoomed into the box and disappeared, as if sucked into a vacuum. The figure put the box back into his cloak after closing it and continued to walk on down the streets, not worrying if anyone saw that scene, knowing that nobody alive had.

The next morning the mysterious death was all over the news, nobody knowing if it was an accident or a murder. A young man stood in front of a T.V. store broadcasting the news, smiling as if he knew exactly what it was. He was dressed in light blue jeans with rips in the knees and a black t-shirt with a picture of a hooded figure on the front. He turned away from the screen and looked out on the busy streets. There were vendors every couple feet selling anything from food to voodoo charms. The young man walked across the street to a small doughnut shop and walked through the doors, the bell ringing noisily in his ear.

"So as the city's founder's son, what do you have to say about this mysterious incident?" One female reporter asked as she struggled to keep the past with the swiftly moving blonde. He is wearing all black and dark shades at the moment. He hates the press, so he picks up the pace.

He loses the attention after a few minutes by dodging into a nearby doughnut shop. The bell rings and everyone inside stops and looks at him because they all know who he is. Or at least, everyone but one person.There is a brief moment of people whispering or giggling. The darkly dressed guy, keeping his stoical face, looks over at the dark haired person then makes his way tword him.

The black haired boy noticed the sudden ringing of the bell but chose to ignore it because he finally got his doughnut. He took a big bite and saw the boy that had just entered walking towards him. Sighing, he finished his doughnut and slipped his hand into his pocket. Waiting until the boy was in front of him, he wiped his face with a napkin and turned his full attention to him. "May I help you?" He asked politely, no clue who this boy was or why he was talking to him.

The blonde walks closer to the other then stops just a few feet away. He remains silent for a moment, just looking at the other. "Ramsey" He simply says not daring to put his hand out, touching another person is simply revolting. At the sound of the name, an old woman stands up to leave mumbling about 'the sons of the devil finally meet'. Ramsey turns to look as the woman leaves, his face unchanged, then turns back to the other boy. "I keep track of everyone in this city. Although, I do not know names I never forget a face and, I've never seen yours. Who are you?" He questions. There is an unexplainable hitch in his voice the more he speaks to the other.

The black haired boy looked at Ramsey with slight interest, a small smirk displayed on his face. He had heard the old woman's remark but ignored it because he knew what he was. The boy shrugged and kept his hands in his pockets. "Daniel, and don't wear it out." Daniel said, his smirk turning into a small smile. "Can't say I know you either." He added, scratching the back of his head and messing his hair up slightly. He noticed the hitch in his voice and smirked again, noticing that he was bugging Ramsey with his mysterious presence.

"I am just going to assume that you aren't from around here," Ramsey says removing his shades and flipping his hair all in the same motion. He scans the room without moving his head, "David was it?" Getting the other's name wrong because doesn't really care what the other's name is, he just wants some information.

The room is slowly adjusting to Ramsey's presence, the sound of people murmuring to each other picks up a bit but, this time the conversations are random. The workers start walking to the back of the shop and, dishes are heard once again. "My father built this city." He finally adds while turning and walking to the door upon suddenly realizing what he was doing before he came into the shop in the first place. "I'm going to give you a tour of the city. Do you want one? Try to answer quickly because I don't have all day." He says with his hands on the windowed door, light shining through making his hair shine.

"Not really." Daniel said with a shrug, watching Ramsey flip his hair in annoying manner. "Daniel." He repeated, staring at Ramsey in the eye, unlike the others in here. He heard the conversation pickup again and sighed in releif, but kept his eyes on Ramsey. Daniel gave a sarcastic laugh and crossed his arms in front of his chest. "So that's why you act like an annoying brat." He said laughing for real now. "Just 'cuz daddy built the city doesn't make you a prince little one." He said with a smirk, basically denying the boys order to show him around.

"I don't have time for this. You don't want to be shown around then I have to go to a meeting," He snaps at the other for calling him a brat, "Just like everyone else." He pushes the door open and the be jingles and he reaches his hand up and snatches it off only to roughly toss it to the ground. The sudden movement has the store quieted all over agian, staring at the door as Ramsey storms out.

Halfway down the street, Ramsey is fuming in his skin. He wants to hit something, kick something. His fist is clentched and his steps become swifter. Faster and faster, until they come to a halt. He spins on his heels and punches wall of a nearby building. He keeps his fist there for a moment, his face remains calm but, his blood is clearly boiling. He hits the wall again. Then a third time. The last time he removes his hand and looks at it. "I'm bleeding," he whispers hoarsly as if he had been screaming the whole time, "Guess I should get this fixed."

((Put in Daniel's POV since they aren't together anymore-- maybe they'll meet up again))

Daniel pretended not to hear him when he snapped at him, just gave him a mock bow and smirked. "Nice meeting you, Prince Ramsey." He mocked Ramsey in the silence. Daniel put a hand to his mouth to cover a yawn and looks at all the people staring at him now. "What?" He calmly said as they all found something to do other then look at him. Daniel walked back up to the counter and ordered a hot chocolate, paying for it with a ten. "Keep the change." He said to the cashier, knowing the money would soon disappear. He turned around and picked up the discarded bell, quickly stuffing it into his pocket and walking out of the silent door.

After walking a while aimlessly, Daniel settled on going to a nearby arcade to play some games. He may be a spawn from hell, but he still likes things regular mundanes do too. He started to walk towards the arcade when a sticky note appeared in his pocket, brandished upon it was a name, place, and a time. Micheal Harris, 759 Wayward St. 8:24pm Daniel glanced at the note and then at his watch. 7:45pm He had about thirty minutes to get to this address, just barely enough time. He turned around in his tracks and passed the alley that Ramsey had turned into, heading towards Wayward Street like he knew exactly where it was.

Cradling his hand, Ramsey decided to just stand against the wall. He looked up at the sky, his eyes closed slightly trying to slow his heart and breathing. Nearby, an older, grey haired man comes running tword Ramsey. "Sir! SIR! Where have you been? The meeting is already over! Your father would never-"

"Do NOT compare me to my father. Do you understand?"

The fat man stared at the other, his face full of hurt. "Y-yes... sir." He slouched as Ramsey turned the opposite direction but didn't start walking. "Hey, Micheal. I hope you know that you're fired." Micheal's eyes widened, his dark eyes starting to sparkle with pre-tears. His jaw clenched and covered his mouth with a hand.

"Wha- I- I'm sorry! I didn't mean to offend-" Micheal started to add, his voice giving out on him.

"I don't really give a damn. Now go home, and I never want to see you around here again." And with that Ramsey started his way home leaving a baffled and upset Micheal all alone to walk home.

(Meh, I'll reply in morning. My cell sucks for doing RP's)

Daniel climbed on a bus that would take him downtown. He stood by a man in his early twenties, eyeing him threateningly until he got out of the seat and moved with silence. After a couple more minutes, the bus came to a stop at Wayward St. and let Daniel off. He stepped back into the cool air and walked down the street to a single brownstone house sitting all alone. It had a neat lawn and three stories, the brass plate on the front proudly brandishing the numbers 759. He walked up the small steps to the door and twisted the handle. Locked. Sighing, he grabbed ahold of the nob again, this time twisting with all his strength until the lock broke from the inside.

The inside was just as grand as the outside. A single couch sat in the middle of the floor with a kitchen to its left and a flat screen tv directly in front of it. Daniel ignored the kitchen and walked up the stairs, not caring about making a noise or not. He passed door upon door until he heard light snoring in the last one on the top floor. He opened the door with a muffled bang and walked over to the still sleeping form of a man in his late 60's sleeping like a log.

Taking a single finger, he touched the mans heart and a silvery mist came out of his chest collecting in the air above him. It took the slight form of a man just as the sleeping mans chest stopped falling and rising. He was dead. The silvery mist hung there for a second then floated towards the open doorway, disappearing into thin air at the threshold. "Another job done, and may you rest in piece." He whispered, walking out of the room.

(Lol I didn't realize it was my turn....... Sorry it's soooo long. I got caught in the moment of writing. ))

That night Ramsey spent his time dreaming about the irritating person he had me at the shop. The scene repeatingly playing in his head. He couldn't help thinking about his menacing face. What was it that made Ramsey feel so... uneasy? Ramsey rolls over in his satin sheets, his blonde hair sprawled over his pillow and his dark eyes barely shown through heavy lids. He was tired, but todays events kept him away. Ramsey lifted his hand to his face and sighed. He rolled again to face the window and he started to sing to himself, a habit that he had picked up as a child. The tune was always the same. "In a town that's cold and grey- We will have a sunny day-." He continues to sing, staring at the moonlight that shining though the window.

Daniel left the place exactly how he found it, save for bringing the covers to the mans chin. He locked the door behind him and walked down the street towards the bus station. The scene at the doughnut shop kept repeating through his head over and over, not knowing what was that kids problem that he had to be cold hearted to everyone. Sighing, he got on the bus and took it down to his single bedroom apartment that he currently owned. It was pretty small, but he wasn't going to be staying here long. He was just looking for someone important to him.

Daniel unlocked the front door and tossed his keys in the small basket beside the door, taking his coat off as well. He walked into the bedroom and jumped onto the bed on his stomach, laying his wild black hair on the soft pillow. I wonder what his problem is.... He thought before he fell into a deep sleep filled with torture.

Ramsey woke the next morning to a vibrating cell. His eyes snap open, dark circles under his eyes as he groaned and reached his hand out from under the covers to reach his phone that was on a dresser. The caller ID said 'Doug', and Ramsey squinted his eyes adjusting to the brightness of the room and screen. He slid his finger across the screen and put the cell to his ear. "What?"

"Micheal Harris is dead."

Ramsey heard the words, but they weren't processed. He sits in silence for a moment then clears his throat. "What happened?" That's all he asks, his brow furrowing as he listens to the other.

"I went to pick him up at the usual time, you know... to car pool, and when he wasn't by his mailbox I decided to check up on him," Doug said with a quiver in his voice, "I used his spare key to get in the house. I got inside and the whole place was dead silent, so suspected that he was still asleep. But when I got to his room..." Doug brakes off, he is horrified because he had never seen a dead body. He was only 23, and Micheal was his business mentor. He exhaled and continued, "He medics say that it must have been a heart attack." Ramsey is just listening, he is sitting up now and his face is dead. He remembers how he said he never wanted to see the man again. And now, he won't. Ramsey internally exhales then runs his fingers through his hair.

"Doug, call Jared. We need to hold a meeting. Clearly, this city's mortality rate is increasing a little too quickly." With that Ramsey hung up. He didn't think Micheal was murdered, he just didn't know what to do. He never had to deal with a dead employee, so he thought maybe his idiot staff would have some input. He sat there for a moment, then thought about the man who had died just a couple of days ago. "People don't die that fast in one area..." He said to himself, then got up to get dressed.

Daniel woke up the next morning the bright light coming through the curtains into his eyes and his cellphone ringing. He rolled over with a groan and picked it up, slinging his arm over his eyes in the process. "Hello?" He sighed into the phone.

"Be over here in twenty minutes." The voice on the other end said in a demanding tone then hung up.

Daniel sighed and got out of bed, putting some new clothes on then dropping his cellphone into his pocket. He grabbed his keys from the basket beside his door and his wallet as well and walked out the front door to the buss station nearby. He gave the bus driver a dollar and rode the bus all the way to the doughnut shop, waiting outside for his boss.


(Sorry so short, mom caught me playing my laptop at 11:30 and I had to get off for a couple minutes. I need to go but I'll have my cell.)