In a rundown house with dripping roofs and shabby walls a child barely 8 years of age sat in front of his grandfather who was sitting on a swinging chair telling his grandson a story. Despite the condition of the very bed he was sitting on and the unpainted walls, the child looked happy. He was enjoying the unending joy that a kid experiences with his dear gramps
"And then the supers together finally killed him..."
the story ended. The Child however instead of clapping or cheering at the victory of the heros stared at his grandfather with eyes filled with doubt, The old man noticed this and asked "What is it, my boy ? ".
The child answered, " but grandfather, why did the supers kill him, isn't it the same thing that the villian was doing ? ".There was pure innosence in the child's eyes. A quality which no one other than animals and children have.
" Sigh... " The old man sighed as he eyed his grandson and then with a huble voice he said " yes it ineed is the same, but you must understand that no matter how righeous you are Or how justified your actions were there is always one thing that is common in all, weather it be a butcher or a farmer, a judge or a criminal, weather you are a priest or an atheist , it is a thing all share.... "
"What is it???" the innocent child asked curiously. His face dripping with curiocutu. He looked cute enough to melt away heart of the most cruel of men.
"There is a wolf within us all.... "
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The patient of bed number six has been there for as long as she could remember. Her name was Jasmine ans so was her, but they shared a deeper connection than that. She could still remember the only time she opened her eyes, stared at her and then closed them again.
Her husband would come daily, holding her hands kissing her hairs.... pretending to be a caring man. He reminds her of her own husband. They both shared those rough hands, she remembered how those hands felt.
The images of those days were still like a newly painted drawing for her. Seh could remember her screams which were ignored. Dragging her by hair she was put inside the carand all she could do was watch as image of her mother shrinked.
She was however grateful for being on her own two feet. She was also sad for the poor soul who was not. After her duty she would often sit on the orange chair next to her. She could feel her pulse but instead of feeling happy she only felt sorrow for the poor soul. She could oy calm her heart, imaging that she would also have a good luck like her... however she did not.
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17 years later __
In a dark room with no lights on , a boy who looks about 16 years of age is sitting on a couch his back facing the wall. the room has a window on the left wall. On the right side of the room was a couch, paired with a small table. A large television was on the front wall of the room.
He grabs the remote from the couch and turns on the television. His face was brightned by the lights of the T. V screen. The t. v is set on a news channel, for some reason the news anchor seemed distressed.
"We have just recieved the information that C. C. D squad 2nd has finished the battle with Oliver lutkins, yes that's the real identity of Bloodwork, the man under strong suspision of killing 89 people in a single night has finally been caught and is being taken to the sant crussia prison... " The anchor continued but the boy was not listening, he was waiting for the door to the room to open.
The door to the room opened and a man in his late 40s entered the room. He had an impressive hight of 6'1 feet, dark brown hair , shiny black eyes, but the scar that run from his right ear to his lips was like a dark soon on his perfect face. The man was wearing a deep blue tuxedo.
"ummm.... Lucious, would you like to come with me to the party, I am certain you would enjoy it there. "
The man said in a rather deep but yet smooth voice which did not suite his build.
"No, I have some work to do, uncle" an emotionless voice responed. The boy turned his face to look at his godfather , with whome he had been living for 6 years now.
The boy was wearing a black full sleeved shirt and jeans of same color. he would be around 5'6 feet, with a lean build, but he looked a little skinny due to his somewhat oversized shirt. His long, deep black hair were covering his left eye like a curtain, and his visible right eye was surprisingly of a very deep shade of red, the same color of thick bood, His perl like white skin made home look unreal.
There was something off about this boy, Lucious, it was as if he was there but not there at the same time, it was as if he had no presence at all.
"ok, then I would be off, the dinner is on the dining table."The man responed quickly as if he was expecting this answer.
He turned around and left the room.....
After a few minutes the sound of a car starting and driving away was heard.
"It has been confirmed that Bloodwork would be executed on Sunday next week, till then the interrogation department will get out all the information from him..... "
The news anchor continued.
Lucious stood up from the couch and turned off the t. v. He walked to the left wall and opened the window , staring at the night sky with emotionless eyes.
Little by little his lips started to curl and soon he was smiling ear to ear. If someone were to describe this smile they would propbly describe it as the most terrefying and creepy smile they have ever seen.
"I have a little over 4 hours, it should be enough, " Lucious mumbled, even if he was smiling his voice was emotionless as ever.
Suddenly a gust of wind entered the room from the window. Lucious's body started giving off some strange deep red mist .... and the next second, the windows shook a little and... he was not in the room anymore.
A steak of deep red somoke could be seen travelling in the sky with unimaginable speed, close to the speed of a jet airplane