Chapter 1: Abandoned.
"...Al..You have officially earned the title of a complete jackass.." Matthew said to himself. He had nowhere else to go to. He was on his own to defend for himself, and himself only. How could all of this have happened?
Life was easy for the young lad. He was living with his younger, Alfred, whom he mostly took care of during days and nights. Then the problem hit. Being the slob Alfred was, he never took care of himself. He usually depended on his brother to care for him. Though through all the hard work, Matthew never complained about anything.
Now, being here on the streets alone, Matthew had no idea how to defend himself. All he could remember was waking up to the sight of people moving furniture out of the house. What were they doing, and why were they doing this? He had searched and searched every corner of the house, be he couldn't find his brother. It all started to make sense to him now.
He leaned against the wet brick wall of an old abandoned building. The rain had been pouring down quite hard at the time of day. "I can't believe he abandoned me. It make sense, thought...it seems like something Al would do."
His clothes were getting soaked. The heavy down pour may have been the prime reason of the cause. Nowhere else to go, he decided to just continue to walk. No one hardly noticed him, so the chances of him getting robbed or attacked were surprisingly low. Figures..
"A walk would do just..fine." He spoke. The frigid water let him chilled to the bone. Then it happened. He felt a presence coming up behind him.
"W...Who's there?" He asked quietly, unsure if he was talking to himself, or the unknown presence. No answer had came, which gave him the signal to walk.
There it was again. That un-none presence. Matthew was fully alerted now. He did his best to try and run away from it. Bad idea. The ground pavement was so wet that it caused him to slip and fall backwards, making him land onto the back of his head.
His vision had become hazy. The buildings surrounding him had become blurry. He could feel the blood gushing out of the back of his head. The figure had slowly walked towards him as he stared up at it.
The only thing Matthew could make out was its whitish, gray hair, and its bright, crimson red eyes. Then he passed out.