Prologue
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It was a night that children felt uneasy, one of those nights that seem to creep whether or not someone was really in the alley way, or around the corner. It seemed oddly silent, and even the bars were pretty empty as most reasonable men had to go to work in the morning. The wind, like the bar, was sober. There were normally about two night like this one twice a week during this time of year…but at the same time, to one individual, it wouldn’t ever be the night he would forget.
Apart from his determination, he still felt a chill of fear, and at the same, excitement; adrenaline. His emotions changed with each block he walked due to the change in his thoughts. Yes, it was what he wanted. He had been waited for this moment for years.
A pure white cat prowled behind him, he had big red eyes that only saw this man.
This man…he was young, but looked at least ten years older. His hair was a tangled mess, like everything else about him.
Doing this was the only way to escape it. It was the past that couldn’t be forgotten, that would bring forth this future.
Finding the humor in this, he smiled. It would all be worth it.
This night…and the deadly night that would follow in several days, would get his attention.
The man stopped.
The plants, that gave this city its life, glowed luminously along with the moons.
“Why didn’t you come Janell?” The man asked out loud. “Now I have to do this all alone, but it’s for you too.” He smiled again, it was disturbing, but pitiful too.
In his mind he remembered the woman…she was always crying and begging…but she was right in some things…
“It was all Knives…”
The white cat rubbed against the man’s legs.
The man glanced away from the plants, and at the entrance to them.
His hand moved around the container that was in his pocket full of some kind of pastel liquid.
He took one last breath of the warm air and darted for the entrance.
Of course there was some sort of security system, but it was easy for him to shut it off with some type of electrical spark that came from his hand. A talent he had had since before he could remember.
Without another thought of holding himself back, he went through the door of the building, and at the same time, went through the door that led to a fight to freedom, the search for blood, and the grasping for revenge.