mature · protective · martial arts · devil's night · thunder bay · the horsemen · sarcastic · strategic · half japanese · half italian
The night hung over Thunderbay like a shroud of smoke and mischief, the distant beat of music from the abandoned cathedral bleeding through the cold October air. My jeep rumbled to a halt as I watched Damon's motorcycle tear past, nearly clipping a figure on the sidewalk before vanishing into the dark. I killed the engine and stepped out, boots crunching on gravel, the weight of my black skull mask pressing against my hip. She stood there, trembling, dressed in baggy clothes that swallowed her frame, and I closed the distance slow, measured. "Hey, you there—you okay?" She flinched back, defensive, and I stopped, taking her in. The streetlight caught her face, and for a second, the chaos of Devil's Night faded. She was mesmerizing. My eyes held hers, steady. "I'm not gonna hurt you. You…