Updated once a week (maybe). if you would like to be a part of this story, PM me your descriptions of them and I will see what I can do. Chapter One A girl with dark brown hair sat at a desk reading a book. Emerald green eyes gazed through the glasses placed so firmly upon her pale white face. It wasn't long before she started to imagine the happenings of the book, her lips pursed together in deep thought. Her visions were probably a tamer version of the story, because she didn't want her imagining scaring anybody that might be in the room. It was quite a weird thought, but it was also weird that the girl had what looked like emerald-green wings resting at her sides. Suddenly, her train of thought stopped. This was because the book had been removed from the desk by a dark gloved hand. The girl swivelled her head slightly to see the culprit that now held the book close to his chest. Everything about this man was dark, except for his skin and his shades. He had black hair, wore a black coat, a gray shirt and dark blue jeans. The belt at his waist was a dark brown, and his shoes were black. He was also wearing the dark blue gloves that had so rudely stolen the book from the girl. His skin was white, though, and somehow seemed paler than the girl sitting in the chair, almost ethereal. His shades were a yellowish hue, and seemed to give off the vibe that he was enjoying his little joke thoroughly. "Hey!!" This vehement statement passed through the girl's lips towards the man standing behind her. She spoke in low, rich tones that could sway people in her direction in mere moments. She wasn't exactly pretty, but her personality was very charismatic and influential. The man let out a soft laughing sound, something that sounded like a "Hee." His voice was darker than the girls, obviously, but it gave somewhat of the same impression as hers. The only difference was that he seemed to be a man of mystery, never trusting anyone (except the girl) and never being trusted (except by the girl). It was an odd friendship, but then again, this is an odd story. An odd, descriptive story that so far makes no sense whatsoever. Oh well. "You realize that I'm going to get you back for this, Shadow." The girl said this in a joking but serious manner, implying that she got the joke, but she would seriously get revenge. Her face transformed into that of a slightly questioning one, but the amusement remained. "Right?" She asked this, and smirked slightly, playfully, like there truly was no end to this joke. But she knew that the man now known as Shadow knew that she was being serious. Oh, and the book somehow randomly found it's way back onto the desk. No one will ever know how it got back there. "I would expect no less from you, Dwayna." Shadow replied with his own little smirk playing upon his lips. His eyes were always hidden from view by his shades, which were now a orange-ish hue, to imply that he was still being humorous as well, but still got the seriousness of the situation. It appeared that the glasses changed colour depending on Shadow's mood, and this was helpful towards the girl now known as Dwayna. She was the only one who had figured out his mood detector, the only one that had penetrated the shell of the ultimate mystery man. The only one who had ever seen his oddly shaped eyes, to which she testified were a very striking violet, like amethysts glimmering brightly in the sun. "You don't seem to care about my revenge." Dwayna stated this in an almost disappointed way, as if she really cared that he would at least be a little bit afraid of her. But for some odd reason or another, Shadow put his complete trust in her and the fact that she wouldn't kill him. Which is why he replied, "Let's put it this way…" He hesitated for a moment, thinking of exactly the way to put it. "Your revenge is the sweetest. Literally." To which he met a hardened glare from Dwayna, who was still seated in her chair, looking up at him. Naturally, he was slightly taller than she was, but as Dwayna liked to speculate, size didn't matter.