--Same town as the Face1ess incident--
--Two Days after the Face1ess incident--
It was a bright Monday morning in the quiet town of Saros.
The town was surrounded by the system of trenches and bridges which prevented the town expanding. The country town had many small houses and structures scattered around a valley floor. One could easily spot how old and haggard many of these buildings were from the many tears and cracks running across their lengths caused by the passage of time. And each building was packed tightly together making the streets narrow and overshadowed while also preventing/limiting vehicle travel.
In the middle of this old haggard town was the house of Ceilo.
From outside, the house appeared dusty, shabby, rusty, decayed, and almost horrid. Inside the house looked tiny but comfortable. Those who lived in this house seemed to have made a lot of usage of it and even though it appeared run-down from outside, it actually looked pleasantly decorous. You could tell that it has been built for decades. There were many cracks and leaks, but the family of this house seemed to be satisfied with their home. Many of the houses in this town looked similar in appearance to this one. Old and decayed.
"Bye Elio. Have a wonderful day," an old lady, who appeared to be a mother, shouted from behind.
The son seemed to look about the age of a teenager.
His legal birthed name is Ceilo, which meant the sky. But his mother prefers to call him Elio, which meant the sun. He was her only child. He was her sun. Her one and only Sky and Sun. Without him, she probably would not have continued living. He was the reason she worked.
The teenage boy gently closed the door behind him and carefully made his way down the small woefully dirty, rickety, rotten and dull steps in front of his house.
He placed his black earphones in both of his ears and plugged it into his powered off phone that was in his pocket. He wore a zipped up black jacket, black pants, black backpack, black shoes, black gloves, black mask, black socks and looked like he was a suspect to a serial killing case. He had black hair with slightly brown highlights that were barely noticed after he placed the hoodie of his jacket on his head. His hair could only be spotted in the sun, and that was only a slight bit of his hair. You could tell he was comfortable with having himself covered fully. From top to bottom, all in black. The aura he gave off was very dark and mysterious.
As he made towards his destination, you could spot the environment of the old rundown town. The village appeared to be quiet, poor, ruinous, vacant, out-of-date, and historic. Some houses seemed to be abandoned while others were being used.
The ages of the tenants were mostly old. A few kids were spotted but not many. The chirping sounds of birds and roosters could be heard from miles away. Astray cats wondered around aimlessly. Probably looking for food and or shelter. They wondered from one place to another. The villagers seemed to be used to them and did not mind them.
Further down a couple blocks, there were farms that appeared to have been deserted for years, leaving behind a collection of rotting structures. Farmhouses, barns, chicken coops and along with hundreds of acres of crops were left to fend for themselves. An arched storage building that had once housed tractors and hay bales remained intact, standing solitary in the midst of an overgrown grain field. Old objects still flapped near the houses, as if to inform others that these, now, abandoned houses, did in fact, have people living in them before. A previously lively house, now abandoned and empty.
"Hold up," someone uttered breathlessly from behind. He appeared to look about the same age as the kid dressed in all black. And from the sound of his voice, he seemed to have run a long distance in order to catch up to his target.
"I told you to wait for me. But EVERY DAY for the last 15 years. You've always left without me." He gulped for few seconds and continued, "I mean I don't even take too long. And our houses are right near each other." He breathlessly finished.
The exhausted boy appeared to be wearing a uniform. A white long-sleeved shirt with a termite beige colored shirt on top. His pants were also termite beige and had packets on the upper left and right while he also wore a termite beige unbuttoned jacket. The buttons on the jacket were white while his tie had both termite beige and white. Diagonally, the colors on his tie were patterned starting from termite beige to white. He carried a big black bag in his left hand.
Sweat that had appeared on his forehead could be seen as it dripped down his face. After catching up with his target, he wiped the water drops from his face with his long-sleeved school uniform and placed his right arm around the shoulder of Ceilo.
Ceilo was walking on the left side. The strange, now tired, teenage boy was on the right. They were walking along the sidewalk and next to the strange teenager was an old, narrow, and beaten road.
Ceilo pushed the arm of the uniformed boy of his shoulder and just adjusted his earphones. Not paying any attention to the person that appeared next to him. He seemed to not care about the struggles this other person went through to catchup to him. He also did not seem to want to acknowledge, comfort or soothe him.
Was he even listening to the words the other person was saying? We could never guess from his expressionless face.
"Don't ignore me. I know that your phone is off, and you can hear me. Without me you'd be friendless," the, now less exhausted, boy whined.
The black clothed boy just continued to remain silent. Emotionless.
"We have been friends for a very very VERY long time, but you have yet to make any other friends besides me. How would you get through the long years of school without me?
Why do you repeatedly scare people away?" The uniformed kid wondered. He seemed to have caught his breath and appeared less exhausted from his earlier run.
The black clothed boy continued his walk silence.
That's actually nothing new for the uniformed boy. Both of the teenagers have been for a very long time. Since they both were born and raised in this town, are the same age and neighbors, they naturally became friends. They attend school together and both of their guardians are acquittances.
Since they've been friends a very long time, they know each other well.
The uniformed boy was used to getting no responses from Ceilo, but he continues to talk to him anyway. He continues asking him questions even if the questions just disappeared into the air/atmosphere, unanswered.
The uniformed boy was a hyperactive person. He is an extrovert and enjoys playing sports. He is currently in the basketball team and is team captain. He is considered the best player in Saros. He won many of the basketball games he was in and due to this, he was never benched. His team believed that the probability of winning a game without him is less likely, so he always took part in all of the basketball games. Many college coaches attended his games and were keeping an eye out for him.
"We've arrived! Finally. That walk was so long." The uniformed boy sighed.
"I know we always take the same path and the distance from the town to the school is the same, but I'll never get used to walking." The uniformed boy complained.
"I can't wait until I am old enough to get my license and drive a car. You will never catch me walking anywhere." He finished excitedly.
The school appeared old but sturdy. The only building in this town that appeared to be strong and modern. It had been around for more than 50 years and seemed like the building had been repaired multiple times. Some of the walls have begun to erode away but seemed fine. It was clothed in black, beige and gray.
There was a big black gate right Infront of the school that welcomed students, faculty and staff. There were two security guards in front of the gate and were checking IDs of those who were entering the school.
Unless and until they verify you and allow you to enter the school building, you were not to enter.
The two teenage boys pulled out their school IDs and handed them to the guards.
The guards properly scanned the IDs, looked up at the boys and looked down at the IDs again and double checked them in order to make sure that they were indeed real and not fake.
After verifying the legitimately of the IDs, they nodded their heads and instructed the two boys to enter. The two boys walked into the gate and towards the school doors.