chris-ticehurst

The heat of the fireplace warmed nicely and the shadow on the wall lightly showed a wine glass and a man rolling it around in his hand. The man was aged in his late thirties and a black walking cane leaned against his leather chair. A light sigh came out of his mouth when he heard a figure wandering past him. He took a slow sip of his drink and called out to the figure.          "Chisoutsa, come over here. I have to talk to you." A young woman walked over to the lounge and lye down over it. Short light brown hair and athlete slender body drooped over the lounge.          "Does this place remind you of years ago?" the man asked the woman.

The air was still on the death level. The highest scope of the City of Demons can be seen here. The train was quiet as the flames disappeared. Censilo drawn his sword back in and watched the train. One figure rose from the train. Censilo smiled towards the figure. Chisoutsa walked off the train and stood towards him. She dropped her gun on the ground and withdrew a sword from her side.   "You are strong like your father," Censilo said.   "It is true. Why did you say my parents were killed?" Chisoutsa asked. Censilo walked over to a table with cups and devices on it, "I thought I did kill your parents. All I did was killed most of the ot

There was smirk on Chisoutsa’s face when Mr. Umezu’s face was revealed to them. The smart ex-company owner sat down with them and placed his gun back in his pocket and looked at Alan. His look had changed from a business owner to a man on the run and on holidays. Dressed in a brown suit and still holding some of his high tech devices in his other pockets. “I’m not that surprised I found you here,” Mr. Umzeu started off, “But I am with you Mr. Alan Richards. You’re not fighting against me again, are you?” “No I’m not. I’m looking for a distant family member who lives here. I got into m