Changling Chapter 2: DrakeChicago:
The smoke rolled from his mouth and out into the heated city air. His light hazel eyes followed the wisps of smoke until they were no more.
“You gonna help us out or what?” Chuck asked. He stood there with his arms crossed trying hard to look at tough as possible. To Connor he looked like a clown, complete with the oversized pants that often fell down around Chuck’s ankles.
“I said I was in.” Connor pushed the cigarette against the wall and put it out. “Besides, I run faster than the rest of you jerkoffs.” He snorted. Connor pulled his ball cap off and adjusted his jet black hair. Usually he took the time to stile and spike it but today was a lazy day.
“Yeah which is why we need ya.” Frank piped up. “I’ll be look out and you be the runner, Chuck can be the muscle.” Frank had their rolls rehearsed.
They were known by the locals in the neighborhood as the odd bunch. Chuck was a tall and lanky with dark skin.
Arrow part 1
Starling City 12:15 PM: Starling museum of fine art.
The guards raced in hoping to catch the thief before he got away. Five guards in total were on duty that night and all came running, armed and ready.
“Stop right there!” One called out. He drew his weapon and held it out trying to take aim at the rapidly moving target. He saw a flash of smoothing red fly at it just before he felt the sting of sharp metal take the gun from his grasp. A second later he had a foot in his face, sending him across the room.
The other four guards advanced on the thief. He flipped over two and landed with grace and ease behind them. He managed to punch one in the head as he dropped the other with a well-placed kick to the back of the neck. The other two attempted to swing on him, but found it harder than it looked. Whoever the masked man was, he was fast and skilled. He maneuvered around the two remaining guards so that that they hit each other, knocking one another out. Pleased with his work he
Changling Chapter 1The rain tapped on the tops of the umbrellas softly as they huddled around in silence around the coffin. The most silent of them all was the small fair haired and pale boy in a green hooded sweatshirt, over his black suit that looked two sizes too big. After all the suit was a hand me down from his older brother, who stood behind him.
Of all the family the smallest boy took it the hardest, but never shed a tear. In fact he hadn’t spoken at all since that day. When they arrived to the nursing home to find the Chaplin at her bed side praying. It was the first human dead body he had ever seen, and he never wanted to see another after that. She hadn’t looked herself in the last few months. She was usually attached to tubes and wires, her appearance more gaunt and sunken in. Her smile had faded into a toothless gawking half grin. Her eyes lost that blue sparkle and were now dull and gray looking. She wasn’t the woman he knew all his life. She had gone from his grandm