#maverickchat

[thelostthieves-blog]

Standing over the body he looked down at the body their breathing was starting to slow. It was only a matter of time before it would stop. He could feel it, I mean why else would he have been drawn here? He just stared waiting for them to finally stop breathing. No one was going to come and even then he knew it was too late for the male, nothing would save them. Finally their chest fell and didn't rise again reaching down his hand went to his neck feeling his life energy vanish. 

Maverick sighed as he closed his eyes releasing the soul of the poor man. "Shouldn't have tried to walk home." Maverick said standing up as he turned his eyes connecting with someone.

[thelostthieves-blog]

A Date With Death

It was his usual night, nothing special at all. His usual job of going around a reaping the poor souls who would not live to see the light of another day. This one had just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. A male in his early thirties had tried to take a short cut trying to get home to his wife and kids who by now where wondering what was taking him so long to get home, the usual thugs where out and that is always when things go bad.

The male was now unrecognizable, his face was bashed in. Clothes were torn and now his soul would have to find Stryker considering the male had deiced he rather go out and play his guitar on the streets than do his job. Licking his lips he leaned down touching his forehead his hands moved to his neck feeling nothing, no life anymore. Closing his eyes he felt as the soul left the body. Standing up he turned to see a figure standing there. Shit.

[thelostthieves-blog]

"Is there a reason why you are staring at me?"

[lostandalmostforgotten-blog]

[he shoved through the trees and bushes falling to the floor holding his side. Blood coating his hand from the gash. His face bruised with small cuts all over.] Hello?!