GreyCatOfSpeed

Some times a writer cannot finish the fight, Or wrap up the victory day, Some times weary minds cannot write, cannot think of what to say, Will the hero succeed, bringing peace? Or shall villains win this day? The world in our hands, will it cease, filling with darkness and decay? It's all up to us, so why don't you hush? Don't fuss about our ways, for we choose who may die in a rush. Forgotten, within the fray. Time is taken as we spin the tale, ancient and forgotten. Histories made and put on sale, fiction for the children, But we know. We've seen the flail, broken, at the very end.

I looked at the time left for Nanao to restore, half an hour. It should be plenty of time. "Wonderland, What's your remaining power levels?" "I can function for another hour and a half, though it's recommended that I charge up sooner than that." She said, turning to me. "Why?" I smiled to her. "I have some business to deal with." She looked worried. "You aren-" "No, I'm not going to go kill that guy." I rolled my eyes, snagging a folder from the desk. "The pictures I got from you should be plenty to take to the police. You still have back-ups of them though, right?" She nodded. "Good. I'll be back in a little. You can watch over our lit