

The BowThe wind blew fiercly threw the night. In the distance a street lamp gave off a dull, lazy sort of light. Jason ran down the asphalt, his feet making quiet thumps while he ran. The brownish-black hair covered most of his left eye. But both eyes could be seen, considering they were like royal blue crystals. The bow that was strapped onto his back bounced lightly as he ran down the ever darkening streets. Jason jumped over a small roadblock blocking his path. A scream pierced the night, towards the north-west. Setting off at a brisk run. Launching himself over two more road blocks, and down an alley. Grabbing the beautifully carved, wooden bowThe Bow
that is a chat. you have to refresh it manually but it works on my computer. wanna go there? oh, and it's mine and nobody goes there anymore...so how bout it?
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