::The Dark moon hung over the city, protecting his new skin from the sun's rays. The wind blew through his hair as he sat at the edge of the rooftop, looking down on the fair city. He longed for his sire's touch..to be with her, but he knew it could not be. So he waited...::
::A figure aproached from behind, dropped something on the ground and scuddled away, never to be seen. Isaiah let a sigh out as he turned and took up the same manela envelope they always left, then returned to his origanal positioning. Another sigh as he opened his "gift", and produced a paper::
"IronHeart Tx 200, 700 hours
Report to fort Gusto, you will be breifed..."
::always short, sweet, and to the point. He removed one of the photos that had been sent with the letter. He stared at the sight of it...fear crossed his face...he nearly plumited off the roof top, but regained his composure and slide backwards::
No...it cant be him....impossible
::He slowly replaced the photo, staring into the night. His mind began to race, wondering why, or even how. How had they even gotten the photo....he began to walk to the stairwell down, but stoped at the begining, thought, and then continued down...another empty rooftop, another hoping heart, another person, running from their past::

(( WOW!! Very nice! I wish that I had seen it sooner ... More please?