<strong><em><span class="bbc_u">Quantum Urbs. A City of lies. A City of Secrets. People live their lives here, purposely oblivious to the underhanded deals and the darkness of the society. They keep themselves pent up within their own lives, disregarding the rest of the city. The true city. There are organizations which dont exist, and government factions that aren't afraid to change the rules of engagement. Or disregard them completely. A brother, a lover, a lost memory, and an enemy. Magic, science, religion...superstition to truth. Quantum Urbs. A City of lies...a City of Secrets</span></em></strong><br/><br/><br/><em>Glistening storefront. Bright light ripping the sky in two. The rhythmic tap of the falling rain. How long had I been sitting out in the rain, glaring eagerly at the store? It seems like I lost hours this sad excuse for an activity. Glistening storefront. Bright light ripping the sky in two. I noted the same things constantly, unable to waver from my spot. The worker inside was beautiful, and I fancied her greatly. Whenever I would make a purchase, I couldn't help but get lost in her eyes. This is how my story began.<br/><br/>Tonight was different. There was this...feeling I had. Like if I let my eyes off this woman, if my protective presence wasn't always aware, that something would happen. It was an overwhelming feeling. </em><br/><br/>Gabriel's unorganized thoughts confused even himself. As of late, his mind seemed not to be his own. Fragments of his memory were gone and his thoughts lacked a definite shape. He continued watching the store, protecting the woman, as a man entered. His eyes sharpened and his muscles tensed. Could this be the moment he<strong>knew</strong>was coming? Or was this his recently developed paranoia playing his mind like a piano?<br/><br/>The darkness outside cloaked his figure, making him a moving shadow. He crossed the street with intent, and intensity in his eyes. A horn blared annoyingly at him as the headlights moved up his body. Unflinching, he continued to walk as the car swerved to avoid him. Placing his hand on the metal handle, he pressed his way through the door. Stepping into the light, his attire and figure were both revealed. He stood slightly above average height and was habilimented in ebony regalia. His architecture was muscular, yet thin, a body of a runner. His eyes were an illuminant blue, literally harboring a soft glow. His features were slick and young, his boyish face holding a conflicting maturity. His hair was inky and long, reaching down just past his shoulders and partially obscuring his face. He shifted his head towards the young woman working behind the counter, rain hanging on his brow for a brief moment before losing it's grip.<br/><br/>"Excuse me." He said, embarrassed. The motive behind his actions were there, but not clear to himself.<br/><br/>((All spots in the story are open ^_^))<br/>