The Edge of Downtown / 12:00 AM
Deep within the city, paved in grime metal and concrete, the pale moon stared down over gothic streets. Cold and windy, the moist metropolitan area ran empty, as the night drew into the darkness of midnight. Fog stalked the light and shadows formed the dark, as building filled inner city whistled with silent. A odd silents of emptiness, the region wasn't filled like a downtown would be at midnight. With only a few streetwalkers roaming, anything could happen in this type of scene...
As the clock turned to twelve, the damp streets became filled with three cars. Black and armored, they drove like tanks, down the avenue. Racing through the dimly lit streets, they pulled into a stop. Halting towards the side of a bank, the cars emptied into a group of eight darkly clothed men. Holding rifles and shotguns, they marched up to the door, before busting it open. As they all stepped inside of the concrete built bank of grand proportion, they were unaware of the presence that unfortunately loomed over them.
Standing in the middle of the street, a figure fully clothed in black stared at the building. Watching everyone head into the bank, the top hat baring man was covered in cloth and leather of grim. Slender and lean, the man bared a mask of eeriness. With pitch black eye holes set on the robbers, the man’s eyes lied behind an abyss of darkness. The pale mask sat cupped by shaggy hair of lengthy sharpness. Staring deeply, his smiling face created a made expression out of his empty image. “Eight…..the eyes of wicked intent shall fall in blood and smoke…”, Fawkes stepped closer to the bank. Knowing that chaos followed, he muttered a nearly silent chuckle of excitement, knowing that a blaze of fun will be the only sure outcome, tonight. Disappearing into the alley, Fawkes planned on filling the bank with terror, and the robbers’ hearts with fear.
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