I wasn't born in a nice peaceful city. I grew up in violence. The screeches of others filled my ears. Sirens blaring through the streets. Fire consumed everything and everyone. It couldn't be helped anyways. It was war.
...The light rain dribbles down from the glum sky covering the tracks on the escapee. His footsteps heavy and slow, splashes through the newly formed puddles. Without a second thought, he runs pass the tunnel and into a gruesome ditch. That escapee is me. Standing a foot deep in filth, I silently listen to the footsteps and unorthodox screaming of the idiots stomping around with no care chasing me. After a couple of minutes after the footsteps and shouting subsided, I finally decides to drag my flimsy and tired body out of the ditch. I lay on the soaking wet road thinking to myself, "What am I even doing with my life right now?" And with that, I push myself to stand up and begin to walk towards the tunnel clutching the thing in my pocket. It's the reason they chased me after all.
..."Ah, welcome home boy... What happened to your new outfit!"
...I scrape the bottom of my sole against the rough sorry excuse of a welcome mat. With a grunt, I said "A story of another time, Hibiki." Hibiki stares at me for a while and quickly turns to throw a pinch of salt into the pot. The sound of a bubbling liquid filled the quiet room. I silently slide the jacket off my wary shoulders and hang it on the broken lamp which we use as a coat hanger. The "coat hanger" wiggles and wobbles a bit before settling down with a quiet squeak. Breaking the silence between us, Hibiki says without turning around to look at me, "Anyways, we have curry for dinner today. Go get the other kids."
...I sigh and reluctantly pull myself up my comfortable spot on the couch. I half-heartily walk over to the dimly lit hall and knock on the kids' room. As soon as I pull my hand away from the door, it swings open slamming the door knob into the wall. "CURRYYYYY!!!" shouts 3 kids as they run out the room, nearly knocking me down. I could hear Hibiki say in the distance to the kids, "First one to sit down gets curry first!" Hibiki's curry is the best after all.
...The small clock across my room reads 12:18. The kids are sound asleep in the neighboring room. I lay on my bed staring at my ceiling. The minuscule window letting in as little of the moon light as possible to see in the dark. The sound of the clock ticking and my breathing fills the room. The events of today peeks into my mind as I grab the thing. I squint to see the thing in the dim lighting of the moon. It's shaped like a rock almost. Maybe the shape of a hand watch? I'm not too sure myself. The surface round and smooth. It felt like a more solid and tough silicone egg. The thing is translucent and I could see gears of gold and bronze filling the inside. I put pressure onto the surface yet I couldn't feel the gears when the object indents. I clutch the thing and place it on my chest without letting go. I begin to feel drowsy. I whisper to myself, "I will find out what this thing is for. It's the only thing my parents left behind after all," before falling into a deep sleep with a mystic dream.
WIP