He awoke, the sun blinding him as he sat up in bed, the sheets loosely puddled around his waist, the rays catching dust mites in the air like dancing fairies, a fragment of a dream.
He groaned, stretching, scratching his cheek.
Light beard stubble grazed his fingers, irritating like sandpaper.
He walked to the bathroom, clad only in sleep pants, and flicked on the water in the rusty shower compartment to let it heat up.
He stood at the sink staring at his reflection, staring back at his own soul: 21, his looks were at their peak, his blonde hair so over long he resembled an anime character.
He sighed, and flipped off the mirror, stripping to enjoy a hot shower before the water heater kicked out again.
Dressed and shaved, he wearily walked down the hall, passed 217, which shook violently on its hinges despite the boards, and headed into the apartment lobby, cranking his ipod as he did so.
" Figures dancing gracefully.... across my memory.."
Lizz Calaway's soft voice trilled in his ear, as he eased open the doors and walked out onto 14th Street, the car that had exploded the night before still burning gently, the heat from the flames warming his face as he passed.
" Far away, long ago, glowing dim as an ember..."
" Got that right babe. " He said, as he passed a blackened store front, exploded the week before from a faulty gas line.
Birds trilled, but it was quiet other wise, as usual: no one moved, no one was there to move.
14th street was dead.
It wasn't that he minded: He'd hated New York, and the people in it as well.
The creatures he could handle, the ash rains could be dealt with...
Having a damn vampire try to jump you in Wal-Mart was pushing it.
He'd fought it easy enough, hours in the gym paying off.
His shirt had been torn as the creature grabbed at him as he threw it outside, but no major damage.
" ...once upon a December."
No, not December... not quite.
Not anymore.
END
Yeah, i have no idea either: the idea just kinda happened.
He awoke, the sun blinding him as he sat up in bed, the sheets loosely puddled around his waist, the rays catching dust mites in the air like dancing fairies, a fragment of a dream.
He groaned, stretching, scratching his cheek.
Light beard stubble grazed his fingers, irritating like sandpaper.
He walked to the bathroom, clad only in sleep pants, and flicked on the water in the rusty shower compartment to let it heat up.
He stood at the sink staring at his reflection, staring back at his own soul: 21, his looks were at their peak, his blonde hair so over long he resembled an anime character.
He sighed, and flipped off the mirror, stripping to enjoy a hot shower before the water heater kicked out again.
Dressed and shaved, he wearily walked down the hall, passed 217, which shook violently on its hinges despite the boards, and headed into the apartment lobby, cranking his ipod as he did so.
" Figures dancing gracefully.... across my memory.."
Lizz Calaway's soft voice trilled in his ear, as he eased open the doors and walked out onto 14th Street, the car that had exploded the night before still burning gently, the heat from the flames warming his face as he passed.
" Far away, long ago, glowing dim as an ember..."
" Got that right babe. " He said, as he passed a blackened store front, exploded the week before from a faulty gas line.
Birds trilled, but it was quiet other wise, as usual: no one moved, no one was there to move.
14th street was dead.
It wasn't that he minded: He'd hated New York, and the people in it as well.
The creatures he could handle, the ash rains could be dealt with...
Having a damn vampire try to jump you in Wal-Mart was pushing it.
He'd fought it easy enough, hours in the gym paying off.
His shirt had been torn as the creature grabbed at him as he threw it outside, but no major damage.
" ...once upon a December."
No, not December... not quite.
Not anymore.
END
Yeah, i have no idea either: the idea just kinda happened.
Edited by TheTimidLight