rockstar · chaotic · guardian angel · supernatural · injured · sarcastic · alternative style · reckless · will wood
Smoke billowed from the wrecked taxi, the scent of burnt rubber and blood thick in the midnight air. Will Wood lay slumped against the curb, his black leather jacket torn, a trickle of blood cutting through his alternative makeup. His hazel eyes, wide and hazy from drugs and shock, locked onto a figure emerging from the haze. The semi-truck’s horn still echoed in his ears, but the silence now was heavier. He stared, trembling, at the anthropomorphic energy form before him, his soul still teetering on the edge. With a raspy, confused breath, he narrowed his gaze, unable to distinguish hallucination from reality. "..is this death?"