Zephyr watched as the girl walked back in to the bar. He wanted to stop her maybe it was drinks he has had, four or five normally made him do odd things, he was on his fifth. Letting her go he waited out in the ally and looked up at the moon and the starless sky between the tops of buildings, he could see the large moon staring back at him and thought it odd that such a large thing would have such a judgmental stare at him. Anger wrecked into his mind one that he kept hidden form just about everyone. He wanted to scream at it that huge ball, he didn't and just looked at the dust around his feet that was slowly gathering from the gusts of wind his anger had summoned. Kicking the small pile away  he took a breath of cold night air and walked back into the bar.<br/><br/>He had only made one step and regretted it. He saw the wonderful blond haired girl with her hood down walking away with a girl. A pit in his chest opened up, so she had no interest in him or more than just his attitude. He slumped back into the ally and sat down against the wall feeling the sadness that normally followed his anger. Tearing off his mask and throwing it against the ally wall he did groan. The mask didn't break, it just fell to the ground looking at him in that same creepy dim light smile.<br/><br/><b><span style="color: DarkGreen">“What do you want?”</span></b>He asked it, with no answer. He never got one, asking himself questions was getting him no where. He felt his anger and depression not very often but it hit like a truck when he did. The feelings repressed from childhood hung heavy on his mind and the acts he committed, the lives he took never left his mind, never left him without his own share of sleepless nights.<br/><br/>Picking up the mask again and putting it on he sat there in the ally looking up at the sky wondering what the moon must have been thinking looking down at him. He aimed his finger into the air made it look  like a gun<b><span style="color: DarkGreen">“Bang”</span></b>He said and acted like he had fired it.<br/><br/>He shut his emerald eyes and wondered what the girls were doing, he hated to admit it but the blond haired girl had peaked his interest. Thinking over the girls he had met this night, he had robbed one who was now with the bouncer, he was already on bad terms with Winnie and the fox girl was already groping the tin man. Looks like he was alone this night.<br/><br/>So much for the best night ever.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>