Eric Richardson walked down the street headed towards his favourite coffee shop, his short black hair spiked on the top of his head. His biking leathers hugging his lean muscular form. His hazel eyes flashed with laughters and life. His bike was parked in the lot not far from the shop, but this district was only accessible by walking. He was humming softly as he went.<br/><br/>He wasn't even walking fast. Usually he was hurried and racing from one place to another. Going from destination to destination with about as much patience as he showed to driving. Today however he was being slow. Taking time to see everything around him. His eyes glowing brightly with light and laughter. He was relaxed.<br/><br/>He spotted a strange looking streetlamp he'd never seen before. Taking out his camera a small little thing he kept in his pocket he headed closer. He was going to take pictures. He loved taking pictures of odd things. This was one of them. It was so strange. And he realized as he drew near it it was glowing. White hot like burning metal. He stopped dead staring in awe. What the hell?