godzillas-slave

   George finished wiping the blood off the blade and returned it to it's sheath, he walked away from the body, leaving if for the Wolves, or Bears, whichever got to it first. George Travich was a trained assassin, he did hid job well enough to never have been caught. He pulled out his pocket watch and checked the time, 4:50. Not bad timing. He walked through the forest calmly, making sure not to go near trials so people wouldn't see the blood on his clothes.    He got far enough to see a parking lot, he saw his beat-up red truck and plenty of others, luckily his truck was near the back, where he was, and few enough people so he wouldn't be

 Cobalion walked into the house he shared with the other Swordsmen, Terrakion and Virizion, He glanced at the couch and found said two watching the news. Team Plazma was in the headlines, again. "Rotten punks.." Terrakion growled, as Cobalion put his jacket on his hook. "This is the third time this week." Terrakion was buff, most would call him a 'jock' but nicer. He had his brown Jersy on, the numbers, 42 on it and his brown Jym shorts. Terrakion's brown hair was combed back and his sideburns looked receltly trimmed up. "Aye, we'll have to step in soon, Cobalion." Virizion said, "At least help in some ways or another..." Virizion was in

As we sit in the silence we move to the sounds that are provided to us by our imaginations and through the silence we find each other to break our loneliness and to find music because when you're with someone you love anything is possible

I am so bored now Writing even as we speak, love because we are one...

In the summer sun Before the day in done now We gather the shells