Supersonic540

the sound of hastening footsteps pound the ground, drawing nearer with each step splattering the rain that has gathered on the sidewalk. "man, what the hell is with this guy?" stopping to take in a gulp of air. “it was only a-" Spike Spiegel stops mid sentence and rolls away from the door as it comes crashing in, sending splinters to get stuck in his suit and hair. "Haha, you picked a crumby place to hide, though an abandoned house really seems to fit a rat basterd like you." The silhouette stood there with it’s foot still held in the air from kicking down the door, then casually saunters into the room, gazing into all corners