Phindin

(Ah. Well. Maybe I'll come up with another villain or something. I guess we'll see. =P)

Name: Aidan Miller Age: 18 Birthday: April 17th Hair: Black, medium length Eyes: Hazel Complexion: Somewhat pale, though not overly so. Appearance: Average height, about 5'10''-11'' with a slight buil

(That works. I was thinking about dropping this anyway. Sorry. D=) The shot fired. Walter buckled back; the bullet hit him square in the chest. He fell. Fell… Dead before ...

Ah… "The HP books starting sucking at book four" is my most favorite bandwagon blanket statement other than "Kerry would have been a worse president than Bush." And no one ...

I usually find it rather awkward writing in the female POV, which is why I don't often do it. I don't think the writing itself is particularly bad--though it might ...

Walter was baffled. "Do you…? What…?" Walter's fist trembled as he squeezed his gun, though not yet pulling the trigger. "I'm the one asking the questions, dammit! You useless, useless ...

Walter growled, grinding his teeth. "Sure you know something ," he snapped. "You know this isn't a toy, yes? I can kill you with it. Easily. Surely you know that. ...

Keeping his gun trained Monanoke, Walter narrowed his eyes. "Yes, that's right," he breathed. "That sun won't do shit to me." He licked his lips, pondering. "I could kill you ...

Walter spat blood, wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, and turned around. The girl that had hit him was still there, not moving. Still. Still as a ...

(I'd say Walter's more expendable than Drake--Drake actually has a chance to deepen as a character, while Walter does not. But I guess we'll just see how it plays out, ...

Walter titled his head--was it possible in all the madness that they had really forgotten about him? No matter. His orders were to kill Drake, and kill him he would. ...

As soon as Walter hit the ground, he swept back, sucking greedily at the air. Then, with pistol still pointed at Alana, he pulled the trigger. Nothing happened. "Aw," Walter ...

"Fah…" Walter snarled, more spit dribbling from his mouth. "I can't go dying now… not when there are so many of you to kill. It'd be such a waste!" Spastically, ...

Good band. City Traffic Puzzle was one of my favorite songs for awhile; same with Echo. Also from So Sudden I rather like Momentum and Hourglass. As for Like Vines… ...

The pistol returned to the holster, and once again Walter raised his knife. This time Drake was too fast; the vampire had his hands around Walter's neck just as Walter ...