(Kalemonath 1, 56 / 6:55AM)
Six years ago.
One day after the attack on Ticia.
Throughout the desolate city were none other than burnt and melted skyscrapers that howled their deathly wails. With the wind making it seem as if the souls of the damned and unfortunate reincarnated into the stone walls of deathly bricks, not even the slightest noise brustled the nonexistent leaves or grass that burnt up from the explosion.
All was lost. Ticia was lost.
But it wasn’t over.
Stone and rock soon toppled against each other as one man sprouted out from underneath the debris that trapped him from below. Without exerting his body, he walked out of the mountain of stone as it crumbled outward except for the direction of where he walked.
Not a single scratch on his body, the man wore nothing but a fancy tuxedo, followed by a white handkerchief wrapped inside of his breast pocket.
(???) This is insane…
The man held onto someone that he held dear, his eyes unable to look down onto it as he scoured through the area.
Unable to see a moving body for a thousand miles, only the sight of bones and marrow underneath piles of rock and stone was brought forth to his very eyes. Clutching the person that he held with both of his hands close, he had the person’s head nuzzle toward the left side of his chest.
(???) This is way too insane…
Only the sounds of Sunday church shoes clacked the dusted ground beneath him, the soles of his feet blistering as each step he took was another breath that he drew out. Opening his mouth wide, the man began to hyperventilate as he looked right to left in a frenzied and crazed manner.
As his right foot bumped into a rock that stood up like a tree stump.
His entire body flinching forward, the grip that he had around the person almost went loose, as he regained his balance again. Stopping to collect his stability, as well as his sanity, he let out a big breath outward from his old lungs.
(???) W-Where…?
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What was he looking for?
Was it helpful? Was it salvation?
Or…
(???) Oh …
The man stopped in his tracks as he glued the heels of his black shoes on the now asphalt street ground.
Not even the howling winds of unfortunate souls piercing through the desolate city, the man perked his ears upward as a slight gust swayed his old blonde hair.
His peripheral vision seemed to notice a man clad in all black, wearing a facial mask that closed off his facial features. Having both of his hands deep inside his pockets, the masked man tilted his head downward as he stared into one of the bodies that were trapped underneath another mountain of stone.
(???) I’m sorry…
Turning his body around, the tuxedo man who held the feminine figure in his arms not only noticed the presence of just him alone.
But others were hiding amongst the very wrecked buildings all around.
Looking at over five different places in which they hid, the tuxedo man turned his attention back toward the man who concealed his identity. Releasing his trapped hands that were starting to sweat from the insides of his pockets, he laid them motionless to his sides.
(???) I didn’t want to do it…
(???) …
No response was given from the man that darkened his face, strands of blonde hair started to cover both ends of his eyes. Both of his hands twitching with his joints buckling under the howling pressure, the man let out a low-tone growl that escaped from the depths of his throat.
(???) Get out of my sight.
Walking away, the masked man had his direction due South as he placed both hands inside of his pockets again.
Leaving the grieving man to be left alone with just the woman of his life, he quickly put his feet and shins underneath his thighs and crushed them with just his lower body. Taking his right hand out from underneath her lower back, he hovered it right along her forehead which continued to leak out blood.
Blood that was caused by none other than a gunshot.
(???) They’re all watching me, but they’re not going to do anything.
His fingernails tapping her forehead repeatedly, he continued to stare deep into the woman’s soulless and lifeless eyes that used to be brown.
Her hair was dark brown, her ears were pointed like a half-elf.
All signs point to…
(???) Please bear with it for now dear…
A woman in her mid-30s, who wore nothing but her usual baggy clothing that didn’t suit well for her age. Continuing to tap his fingernails directly onto her cold and ice-filling forehead, a certain warmth dawned upon the inside of her head.
Almost as if he had some sort of power to him.
(???) Because one day, you’ll reunite with your son. Our son, so please Mary…
The man leaned his head close toward the corpse’s left ear, hunching his back in the process. With a sultry whisper, he glistened his voice with just enough charisma and fortitude that could drive any person onto total puppetration. Looking at the two men that came out of their covers at the same time, he glanced at both of them.
One of them had bright red hair with a mole placed in the center of his chin.
While the other had light-green hair, wearing a white robe and circular glasses that made him look like a priest.
(Joseph) Live for me.
The man ceased his tapping on her forehead.
As she opened her eyes.