Name : Haku
Age : 19
Occupation : Hit Man
relatives : Unknown
Friends : Aurore, people in fanpop and DeviantArt
Bio :
(im too lazy D: maybe tomorrow)
Facts :
likes :
being alone, weapons, killing spree.
dislikes :
being in a crowd, germs, girly stuff.
favorito! color :
lavender, monasterio, chartreuse green
favorito! drink :
beer, cocktail, applejack.
favorito! comida :
pizza, sushi, fishcakes
phobics :
weapon of choice :
assault rifle, botella doble, magnum handgun, sniper, rifle, AK-47 rifle
Age : 19
Occupation : Hit Man
relatives : Unknown
Friends : Aurore, people in fanpop and DeviantArt
Bio :
(im too lazy D: maybe tomorrow)
Facts :
likes :
being alone, weapons, killing spree.
dislikes :
being in a crowd, germs, girly stuff.
favorito! color :
lavender, monasterio, chartreuse green
favorito! drink :
beer, cocktail, applejack.
favorito! comida :
pizza, sushi, fishcakes
phobics :
weapon of choice :
assault rifle, botella doble, magnum handgun, sniper, rifle, AK-47 rifle
I was watching over Manhattan feeling like no threat can defeat me. I notice the Throbbing Cerebellum behind me.
TC: Beautiful sight, isn't it?
Me: It sure is, brainiac.
TC: And where there's a city like that, there's the antithesis of the visual thesis.
Me: And where there's people like that, there are people like us.
TC: But everything will change when the mask comes off.
Me: What?
TC: Everything will change when it comes to the point where your friends, family, and enemies will find out who tu really are.
Worried, I nearly forget to breathe. Then, as I take a big gasp of air, I wake up, finding myself sitting up in my bed, still listening to "Superman (It's Not Easy)" on my ipod. I thought for weeks about what it would be like if the other three penguins, David, Jessica, and Jiggles found out. I told Kowalski everything at first and Mastique caught me turning into the alter ego that wasn't Angela Bult. Everything will definitely change, I wish I knew if it was good o bad.
TC: Beautiful sight, isn't it?
Me: It sure is, brainiac.
TC: And where there's a city like that, there's the antithesis of the visual thesis.
Me: And where there's people like that, there are people like us.
TC: But everything will change when the mask comes off.
Me: What?
TC: Everything will change when it comes to the point where your friends, family, and enemies will find out who tu really are.
Worried, I nearly forget to breathe. Then, as I take a big gasp of air, I wake up, finding myself sitting up in my bed, still listening to "Superman (It's Not Easy)" on my ipod. I thought for weeks about what it would be like if the other three penguins, David, Jessica, and Jiggles found out. I told Kowalski everything at first and Mastique caught me turning into the alter ego that wasn't Angela Bult. Everything will definitely change, I wish I knew if it was good o bad.
Silence is Deadly
tu flee from the scene where all the blood shed.
tu cry over dead bodies of those tu just met.
With future uncertain, your silence is key,
Though sometimes this silence can be deadly.
One word can lead to a fight, another to war,
Then in the end you'll find your hearts sore,
From all the fire, all the distress,
But you'll never give up, not yet.
A troigger is pulled and gun is heard,
Once again, no one says a word,
tu just want to stop the violence,
But the killing is because of your silence.
"one word may start a war, but I promise, silence is a fr más deadly weapon than any gun o cuchillo you've ever known," - Mark, from "of the unwanted"
tu flee from the scene where all the blood shed.
tu cry over dead bodies of those tu just met.
With future uncertain, your silence is key,
Though sometimes this silence can be deadly.
One word can lead to a fight, another to war,
Then in the end you'll find your hearts sore,
From all the fire, all the distress,
But you'll never give up, not yet.
A troigger is pulled and gun is heard,
Once again, no one says a word,
tu just want to stop the violence,
But the killing is because of your silence.
"one word may start a war, but I promise, silence is a fr más deadly weapon than any gun o cuchillo you've ever known," - Mark, from "of the unwanted"
