Disclaimer: Black Cat - Not mine
Tribute to Train:
Train Heartnet, a man, or a machine; killer to a fault; saved only by the timely intervention of a stranger. A sweeper, the opposite of who he was. This interesting friendship grew, changing him to the man he now is. A sweeper as well, on the run, a stray cat, forever fighting for the freedom which he is, and will continue to desperately pursue. Dark hair, gold slit eyes which morph into a killers view when his bloodlust is aroused; a trained body, reacting not on orders, but on instinct and habit. Now he is going against his strongest opponent, his mortal enemy, onetime teammate, Creed Diskenth; the man who killed the woman that saved him. Traveling in the company of two others, a girl made into and taught that she was a killing machine like himself, one who has yet to kill quite so many or so brutally; and another, a sweeper like Saya, both who now help to save him a little more. Cold, heartless, emotionless, the man he once was. Learning to become the man he is now. Does his life have a purpose, will he continue on. Train Heartnet, can you let go of the past? The pain which consumes you, or will you fall to its clutches, be consumed by its lies. Black Cat, running freely, a stray in the world of those who belong.
~ Hmm, this is something I randomly typed up, just a few minutes ago actually, perhaps….. 6?7?. Forgive me for any spelling errors or anything of the like. I appreciate any input or comments you may or may not have. I hope that by reading this I did not waste some of your time, honestly I could care less, but I am trying to be polite. Please tell me your thoughts on this if you feel like it, I honestly don't know my own thoughts when I was writing it. Thank you for your time - Raine