Guess who's back with a brand new rap ! I'm gonna do this in my char's first person, so if it gets weird, lemme know.

Kaze: Nimbeezy!

"The streets were alive. Living, breathing constructions of man all made for the sole purpose of hiding emotion. Unlike the telekinetics or aura readers of this day and age, roads and buildings have had this ability from the moment they were created.

Sure, they helped us at a time. Helped us walk to events, helped us meet up with treasured friends-even helped us escape the world we once knew as safe. Not anymore.

The streets turned their backs on us. Let these...fiends into our lives, and for what? To turn all we worked for upside down. To rip our closest friends from us! Where are the stre--"

"Who the hell wrote this?" The paper, and its cryptically scribbled message were tossed aside with utmost haste, as chilled hands sought comfort in each others grasp. The wind began to pick up for a moment, giving the man a moment of clarity. Forgetting that stupid pamphlet, eyes raised and settled upon the folks speaking in the front.

The two old, fat people that acted benevolent, but were still puppets to a greater cause.

"Sick of this.." Without even really listening to what was being spouted off by the two Sages, Kaze's mouth went off in a fit of bravado.

"But you arrested Elesa months ago!"

Even now, I could hear my conscience telling me to run. To get out of here so Vege was not put in danger. But I couldn't. This crowd, with all its mixed bag of emotions, was making me nervous. I had to say something. It didn't help that now hands seized my arms and dragged me up to that grinning face of a leper.

I wanted to punch and kick my way out, but what good would that do? No one seemed to have the spirit to fight back anymore. And why would they? Their best friends were brainwashed...cast off to the four winds.

It was alright however...being dragged off and thrown down a dark alleyway a few blocks away. Least they got me out of that damn crowd. Stupid anxiety. "Salright Kaze. It's all right. We made it another step. We probably shouldn't have done that, but we're here."

Looking around, I noted that the sidewalk did seem darker than usual. I pulled myself up, wiping the blood from my busted lip when I hit the pavement. Spitting out a mixture of gravel and fluid, I walked back to the opening and leaned against the far wall, to make sure I wasn't spotted and manhandled anymore. But It was hard to make out what that bloated fool was saying-ugh he makes me mad.

But standing here being angry won't help anyone. Least of all my own friends. I tap my back, and feel it wiggle. Good. He wasn't hurt. Good ol Veg. Turning my gaze down that dusty road, I realize that...maybe in some small way-that pamphlet was right. The streets did quit on us. All I see is darkness ahead, no streetlights to light a path.....