Herald of Vengeance

A Hundred Million Dollars

The night was cold and blowy. The streets buzzled with noise and music, screams and jiggles and most frequently, with the groans and moans of high and crazy teenagers who littered the roads on both sides.

Wearing a dark hood over their hidden face, a figure perused along the long and constantly reoccuring lines of boys and girls who were fluxing and coalescing, both in the darkness of corners and in the highlights of the street, filling their lungs with smoke and their hearts with lust.

The figure moved past them all slowly, one after the other, and towards a glowing building which seemed to be one of the only few things that luminated the scenery and gave it a little light of vision.

As the figure came into the light, half of their hidden face was caught in its rays. Their feminine chin was visible and one could now guess that she was a woman. She had a bag around her back.

With her hands fixed in the holes of her deep pockets, she stopped before the bright building and breathed deep