I was always told that when it rained, it was Gods Angels crying for the sake of our souls. they must be crying now. At this very moment in time. And when it stormed it was Gods fury at his childrens bad behaviour in not following the commandments. Which allowed the demons come into play."And She  believe it..<br/><br/><br/>Faythe watched from an old abandon warehouse window, down to the muddy streets below where at the moment very few people wondered. The rain pounded against the Roofs of homes, striking wildly at the windows, sounding as though they were about to break. The streets werent safe to walk in, even on the best of Days. This was down town New York. Druggies, Drunks make theirselves known here. Even the Prostitues werent safe doing business.<br/><br/><br/>In this world you must fight and kill to survive, or be killed. That was the way it goes. Faythe already has many enemies, far to many for a girl her age all of 19. Her elder brother Jason needless to say wants her dead, and for many years he has tried to rid her.,<br/>Blamed Her for their parents death. Maybe it her fault. She was made to believe that it was,Or who knows maybe it was his, Maybe  The world threw something they couldnt hadled taking themselves from this world. She guessed she'd never Know.<br/><br/><br/>She had nothing left for her in this world. Well maybe that wasnt true at all. She did have friends, not the greatest group of people but they accepted her for who she was and were always there when she was of need. That was all she cared about.<br/><br/><br/>Faythe  heaved a heavy sigh, casting a quick glance to the clock that hung alone on the wall of the small apartment. " 10:30, already Fuck." She cursed and got up streching her self as she pushed away from window ledge. Her Dark Brown hair loose down her slender back, her Dark brown eyes were framed with thick black lashes which closed tightly together as she yawned largely. Crossing the room, she nearly tripped over Max an extremely large male Alaskan Malamute.