There he was.
This isn't where he wanted to be but he was here.
Mourning the death of his beloved, thing is he was still a young man he did not understand why fate would have him experience this now.
*It was too early. I'm still in school trying to figure out the way of my life, I'm getting incredibly high scores in my papers and I'm an average football player, well good enough to get me signed to a division 1 team.*
Saviur hate everything about this system, this world, the people, how things are, to him it just didn't make any sense.
He knew it was this vial system that killed her anyway.
*Pft, as if I can do anything about it.*
A tear surfaced down his cheek as he let thoughts circle his brain.
Saviour held tight to a flower brought from a local store not far from this place, he gently laid the flower on her grave and uttered some final words…
'I don't know how exactly i'm going to do it but… if you're listening to laila i will avenge you somehow i will do everything i can.'
It was last week when she passed on the the next world.
Laila was 16 an A* student and was pretty good at piano, he complexion was something saviour couldn't describe.
Her black hair was always straightened, her lips were average size, not too big, not too small and her skin glowed like gold against the sun.
That day laila had explained to saviur that she was going to the movies with a couple her friends from school and that they were going to watch cat ladies.
Cat ladies was a pretty popular movie series so saviur could see why she was so excited to go.
That day she went saviur had stayed in and continued working on school work.
It had been a couple hours since laila had been to the movies and saviur had thought that they might have finished up so he drops his pen picks up his phone on the right side of his desk and calls her.
'Hello?'
'Laila !, just called to check up on you. Is everything good?'
'Ya we are about to finish up, u still working on that art ?'
'Yeah thought i'd take a break to call you'
Saviour takes a pencil and starts fiddling with it, lost in his conversation with Laila blabbing about random things.
'Alright since you're heading out, call me back later okay?'
'Yeah of course i will'
'Okay i love you lots'
'I love you –'
Saviour heard laila being interrupted with a loud explosion and the phone had cut immediately after that.
Saviur called back and no one picked up his call.
' that's weird'
He stood up from his wooden desk and placed the phone in his pocket, he began clearing his work space which was always a mess.
It was filled with pencils and scraps of scrunched paper from the amount of failed sketches and even dried up paints on the desk itself. I guess that's what you would expect of an artist like him: messy, odour of paint, and scraps of second hand paper all over.
-bzzzzz, bzzzzzz, bzzzzzz
'Finally calling back huh'
It wasn't Laila but a series of notifications from the world news app
Saviur clicked on the notifications and read its contents deeply .
*an attack?*
*An attack had broken out right next to where Laila had chosen to watch her god damn movie*
He stared at his phone, trembling at the news he had just read.
'Fuck'
*what am i doing standing here i gotta go check*
He slipped his phone back into his pocket, saviur was a boy of a tall complexion you would say about 6'5. He wore black trousers that fit but had a baggy look on him and had white vest on.
He flew upstairs and grabbed a jacket and put it on recklessly, scribbled a not for his mother and bashed out the front door.
He didn't really think too much about his mother, but one thing he knew was that he loved her very much and would do anything to protect her just as he would for laila.
The town that saviur lived in wasn't anything much, just a simply poor area with many flats and schools and populated with busy workers trying to make a living to one day make it out.
This world consisted of two groups and its looks and sounds simple but saviur knew it was far from that.
The rich and the poor.
Where the poor worked hours, often days to make a living saving and manipulating their money to make more and someday make a decent living, all of it was to become like the rich.
The rich were different, they had access to things that many of the people where saviur was from wished for and the ability to learn things beyond human imagination and even help you to become the greatest at whatever you wanted to specialise in.
These things were a phenomenon called sorcery.
Magic was what everyone hoped for at the very least, boosting the technology, arts and military.
These were the very few things magic was used for but most importantly it was mainly used for science and military.
Saviur did not agree with sorcery, he thought it was the root of all suffering, he even thought it was the reason there are two major classes (rich and poor).
He believed that there was a way of becoming successful without sorcery and that belief kept him working hours a day on art, pouring his life on a passion that he believed would take him higher than those who elevated their careers with magic.
Saviur had ran the whole way sacrificing the burns in his chest to see what exactly had happened to laila and if she was alright and –
The place was in ruins, concrete crushed and destroyed, a yellow car had been turned upside down crushed and on fire and Laila, she was still on the ground on her back facing the sky, her friends were there but they seemed to be fine.
Part of the back of the cinema had been destroyed, and a group of people including laila were injured.
Laila had blood all over her face, Saviur couldn't even see her eyes properly.
After assessing the situation he runs up towards her in cry.
'No… LAILA'
As Saviur ran, one of Lailas friends, Tae, stepped in front to stop him.
'I'm sorry saviour but they said she won't make it.'
Tae wore a skirt and a black top, her hair was in a bun and she wore red lipstick.
She held her arms out in front of saviur trying to stop him from seeing the horrors of what she had seen herself, she was washed in tears.
'MOVE'
Saying this Saviur pushes Tae out the way almost forcing her to trip over her boots.
When Saviur reached Laila he knelt down and stared in tears, a short man with round spectacles approached him.
Despite him looking too old to work, his white cloak indicated that he was a doctor, when saviur released this he immediately sprang.
'Your a doctor right?.'
The man knelt down to reach the same level as saviur.
' you could say that, but i'm afraid before u say anything else she won't make it '
Saviur dropped, he stared at Laila whilst the tears continued to surface his cheek. He couldn't grasp what was going on but it was definitely happening and he was not dreaming.
' this world is a much bigger place than you think kid'
Whilst the old man was talking he continued to glare at saviur in a strange manner, saviur took no notice and just listened to what the man had to say whilst staring at Laila.
'I…i don't understand what's are you talking about'
The old man struggled himself back up still looking at Saviur, he pushed up his spectacles as he spoke.
'Someone has made a big sacrifice here today'
Saviur wiped his cheeks slowly still looking puzzled and confused and before he could utter any words he was interrupted
'In other words what i'm trying to tell you the reason for your friends death, and its because someone has used sorcery to induce this explosion'
Saviur looked traumatized and fully disturbed from what he had heard, he first looked at Laila then stood up to meet the old man's gaze.
Saviurs voice changed from cry baby to deep and dark
'And how exactly do you know this'
'As i said this world is a much bigger place than you think'
The old man pointed to the sky which was beaming blue and was patched with clouds.
'If u look up and think you may find your answer'
Saviur turned and looked up immediately expecting to find something but he found nothing, just a blue sky with clouds.
He turned and saw that the man had disappeared, Saviur was very dazed over what had happened but didn't take much time to think about it
*huh
Tae had approached him again and grabbed his hand, gesturing him back tears rolled down her cheek as well and she was limping on her right leg.
'It's time you go home, she's gone Saviur'