Chapter One - Sanctuary
The breeze swept his unruly hair away from his face and back again, making the rough strands brush harshly against his skin as he watched the sky from above the tall buildings. The scent of rain was in the air. Small, cold droplets of water were starting to pelt on the cemented block around him, but he did not mind. He continued to watch the sky. Heavy blankets of misty dark clouds engulfed showers and showers of bright, golden stars. The moon was nowhere to be seen. Humidity rose all around him, although the atmosphere was damp and cold.
He shivered in anticipation of the abounding storm.
Perched upon the precarious edge of the rooftop he was sitting on, he took a deep breath and sighed, his every inhale cold and biting. His feet dangled carelessly down the ledge, swinging, carefree, and without any restraint or nervousness in them.
He enjoyed watching everything from above, enjoyed the way how small people looked from such a high place, enjoyed the city lights. He enjoyed the wind, which howled and was starting to billow, threatening to push him off the edge and kill him.
A little bit of fear stirred inside his stomach, but he really was not afraid of the fall. He would actually enjoy the fall – the freedom of being able to release himself from the tension of keeping his feet on the ground all the time had always seemed quite exhilarating for him. What he feared was what happened after the fall, how much it would hurt afterwards. But that wasn’t what was playing on his mind right now.
He stared at his sneakers as if they were the most interesting things that were ever made in the world, deep in thought.
This building was abandoned.
He was abandoned.
This was his sanctuary.
The rain poured in hard.
He ached for warmth.
He was drenched to the bone, his wispy dark locks clinging to his subtle, tame countenance. Dark, sleepy eyes began to lose sight, muddled by the flowing rivulets of tears from the vast, ominous sky. Heavy eyelids began to slip close. Burdened shoulders began to slump down.
The rest of his body followed.
Blood splattered all over the wet pavement, dismembered flesh scattered along the walkway with it. Limbs sprawled over the asphalt, bent at unnatural, sickening angles.
Shadows abound amidst the silence of the storm, unseeing eyes following their every stir and shift; eyes that have seen more than what they should during their days of light.
Crimson flooded the canals near the sidewalk no longer.
He rose from his stupor and walked once again, casually, as if nothing had happened; his clothes thick with a gory mess that even the rain couldn’t disperse as quickly.
His eyes remained tinged with darkness.
He chased after the shadows.
The shadows chased him back.
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