Thread: The life of the Human Race.

"Ah." 'Rich snobs? I hope I'm not in that category... I probably shouldn't have done the TV thing.... I don't wanna be a snob.' "Left. Got it."

"Easy." Hope said as he reached into his back pocket and pulled out a small box. There was a tiny switch that he used and the box turned into a regular sized suitcase. "We fit it all in here."

"It's a bottomless suitcase. It can fit anything from a sphinx to a skyscraper." He said as he stood up. "We could try the alarm. I haven't had any fun like this since I was nine."

He followed closely behind her and laughed quietly to himself.

He went to help her with her drawers but thought better of it. "Tell me where you clothes aren't. I don't want to come across stuff that you don't want me to see."

After a few seconds, he shrugged and lifted the drawers and put it in the suit case. "That's quicker, eh?"

"Be careful." He said as he started moving everything else into the bag.

He looked over and saw her predicament. After a small chuckle he got up and placed his hand upon the small of her back and gently pushed her towards the suitcase. "It's right over here."

He nodded and opened up the window. He flicked the switch on the suit case and put it back in his pockets. Hope opened his arms as if to embrace her. "I'll fly us. Just don't close your eyes or look down. Look at me and you won't even know we're flying."

He walked to her and picked her up bridal style. "Remember, Don't look away from me." Hope then looked to the window, his wings started to unfurl and they flew.

"Then I will be very offended. I might even cry when we get back home." He said in a fake sad voice. He even gave a small fake sob. Hope angled his flight pattern as he flew over the park and into his neighbor hood.

As he continued his walk he stopped in front of Ella's Old home. "I... I need to do this... No one... No one needs to have one of these filthy dirt bags near them again.... But..." His hand gripped the steel in his pocket, pulling out an electric blue ACP Pistol. "Can I really do this?" After a few seconds, he pulled out his cell phone with his other hand and called his home phone, praying that Ella picked up.

His eyes closed, he made up his mind. His wings unfurled and he took off to the sky. "I'm not meant for killing..." He said as he flew above the city and to his house. He sighed before dropping his gun into the river between his neighbor hood and the park. Phone still in hand, he called the police and informed them of a rapist living in the southwestern part of town. When he hung up he flew down to his house and went inside.