the secret of the light
the chage n the gown
Party poison picked the missile kid up and carried her inside, the missile kid’s eyes burned bright with a Wight light. Poison laid her down the mysterious shadow had left without a trace, the shadow not a shadow at all as it was reflecting in the kids eyes it was a burning figure of Wight light. The kid lay there on the top in a dream state; she lay still except for her lips witch whispered angel where you are like a stuck record.
Nearly a week had past and the kid still lay their the killjoys had taken it in turns to watch over her but then as night fell the dracs where spotted near and al the killjoys forgot about the missile kid and went to battle stations soon the missile kid was alone and worried as the killjoys fled the missile kid lay there eyes closed dreaming but she started to struggle as if a spirit was possessing her then all of a sudden she stopped moving simultaneously her eyes opened and the bright light stained her eyes vacant at this she got up and floated out her feet never touched the ground but she was heading to the door. As she passed through the door she changed from her clothes – convers, jeans, blue body warmer and tee-shirt. Into a long Wight gown that just swept the floor as she glided towards the scene of battle. As she appeared the killjoys and dracs all stopped and watched her glide into the middle of the battle filed.
The killjoys all looked at Jet Star “why aren’t you watching her” he replied with “it’s not my turn its..” he was interrupted as the missile kid drew he finger across her neck this stopped Star from talking and forced them all to look at her. She hovered in the air like a statue not even breathing then she spoke and with the words she said the dracs got into their cars and drove off. The killjoys watched them drive into the distance and unsettling the dust until there was no sign of them they then put their attention onto the missile kid as she fell onto the dusty desert floor then she awoke in her killjoy outfit – dazed and confused she staggered to her feet as the killjoys ran over to her and put her in the car.
Nearly a week had past and the kid still lay their the killjoys had taken it in turns to watch over her but then as night fell the dracs where spotted near and al the killjoys forgot about the missile kid and went to battle stations soon the missile kid was alone and worried as the killjoys fled the missile kid lay there eyes closed dreaming but she started to struggle as if a spirit was possessing her then all of a sudden she stopped moving simultaneously her eyes opened and the bright light stained her eyes vacant at this she got up and floated out her feet never touched the ground but she was heading to the door. As she passed through the door she changed from her clothes – convers, jeans, blue body warmer and tee-shirt. Into a long Wight gown that just swept the floor as she glided towards the scene of battle. As she appeared the killjoys and dracs all stopped and watched her glide into the middle of the battle filed.
The killjoys all looked at Jet Star “why aren’t you watching her” he replied with “it’s not my turn its..” he was interrupted as the missile kid drew he finger across her neck this stopped Star from talking and forced them all to look at her. She hovered in the air like a statue not even breathing then she spoke and with the words she said the dracs got into their cars and drove off. The killjoys watched them drive into the distance and unsettling the dust until there was no sign of them they then put their attention onto the missile kid as she fell onto the dusty desert floor then she awoke in her killjoy outfit – dazed and confused she staggered to her feet as the killjoys ran over to her and put her in the car.
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