...d believe that
nothing will ever change. The colours are always there, always.
Nothing will change because they are there.But then one part
of the seven wears two faces. The mind did not see her one secret
train of thought and were caught unprepared with their pants around
their ankles. They were humiliated, deceived, tortured. Mocked and
hunted like strays in the night. The seven became six and the cracks
started showing. They rebuilt the tower, recruited many and tried
desperately to fill the empty space. For all their might they cannot
let go and do the math. 7 1 = 6The strain starting
catching up with them, the makeup became a mask. A gaudy mask that
melted in the hot afternoon heat . They snap and snarl like dogs
fighting over scraps now, no longer sharing like children in a
sandbox. They trust but double check. Assign veterans to watch over
rookies because they dont know. Because they cant do the math,
they are afraid of the result. Because the seven are slipping and
getting older and they refuse to admit that it is happening. Gods
dont age.Fighting crime is a hazardous part time hobby.
The seven knew that. So when all hope was lost, when they were tossed
aside like broken toys, the child of them stood tall and rose to the
task. He alone ripped the enemy to pieces while they watched. And
watched they ...