The disposable life

His legs burned with exastion but he kept running. Lungs taking in huge gulps of oxygen. As torrents of sweat came down his brow. Yet he had to keep running. No matter how much it hurt. He kept running. Taking a cut through a dark ally. He hoped he was safe. Turning to see a dark shape. It was the female. Then a shape appeared infront of him. Tall dark and masculine. As a fist collided with his face and all went dark.

He shot up. Greeted by the dirty ceiling of his room. Drenched by a cold sweat. It was only a dream. Yet it felt so real. Why ddi it? To that he thought of no answer. As he got up. Taking a brisk shower. throwing on some lazy day clothes. A simple white t-shirt with a blue plaid button up shirt. Loose blue jeans kept up by a studded belt. Hair a wonderful deep black. Eyes a radiance like a blue gem. Though how he looked ddin't matter. As he applied a generous amount of deoderant. Right now he needed a nice morining walk. So thats what he would do. As he walked down the front steps. Taking off down the sidewalk still somewhat covered by the dark of early morning. Taking a brisk jog as he went to a park not too far away. To gather this thoughts and think about that strange dream.

While unknown to him Elena looked on. From not too far awar. While Malice stood at the top of a bulding and Huntress in a dark corner. Elena her hair fire red railed down her back. Eyes a murky green. Skin pale white like snow. Wore her ususal clothes. A white tank top though a bandage was around her for arm. Tight ripped up jeans also a favorite. The man was a prime target for her. A man of prime magic blood. He would have a perfect body for her. Mostly since her body was. Well it was rotting. A body supposedly immune to decay was dying. As in flesh rotting and pus. You know all that shit. So a new body was in order. So Malice,Huntress, and Elena would follow the man till they learned his patterns. So they continued this for the whole day. Till Huntress comunicated that she leanred enough. As the sun was beggining to set. He was returning to his little apartment. All happy that his day went so well. Well not anymore.

Elena sat on the front steps to his apartment. Crossed legged and regal in her manner. Which caught the guys interest. What was the beautiful young girl doing at his humble abode? Then a flash of realization came to him. Well it was a strange feeling anyway. He saw somethign peek from under the bandage on her arm. It was rotting flesh. He almost exactly had an idea what it was. Due to his knowledge of magics. Ethan knew something. She must have been a zombie. Though what would she want with him? Then all the precepts of horror movies took him over. To eat his flesh? Even if it wasn't true. he didn't care. As his legs took flight. Running away from whatever she was. As Elena pushed a button on an erapeice. "Malice you know what to do." She said.

Malice leapt from his building with a thump. As he eyed the man. Eyes like black coals. Hair a strange silver. Skin streangely and healthely tan. As he went into a full om dash at the man. not to kill himj, but catch him. Ethan held his hands up as a white light leapt from them. Crashing into malice. Who only had a few seconds to prepare. Being thrown back into a building. Taking advantage he ran away. Hoping to get the hell out of there. Before any crazy shit happened.

(You need commas. Badly.)

Chen was in said dark alley. He did that often. But then he paused. He felt something...some energy that wasn't completely Insider. Little to Chen's knowledge, undead were technically semi-Outsider, since they were dead, and the afterlife was very definitely not Inside, but not exactly Outside. So Chen got a vague sense, but it didn't seem like an Outsider, but it didn't seem much like an Insider either. That was odd.

He saw a young man with black hair and blue eyes run into his alley. Chen glanced at the man. "Hey. What's up?" he asked, having a puff of pot. Sometimes he figured that was all keeping him sane.

Trashed.