The night air felt like needles against his skin as Atticus stumbled through the ally way, in need of place where he could gather his thoughts. Ghost Hunters, why did always have to be hunters. He sighed as he slumped down against the wall wincing as he looked at the cut on his arm. Cursing his luck Atticus slowly got up, pulling his hood over his head before heading on to the side walk to ‘blend in’. “Why now.....they never bothered me before” he mumbled his luminesce eyes hidden by his two toned hair. @shlim-azl
















