Kai Parker
Present day…
When it rains, it pours all over this god damned forsaken city. Water flooding the streets like an 1800's infestation, matching the blood of massive casualties of a harshly fought out war. In every battle sacrifices are made, every victory bell coming from a devastatingly heartbreaking cost. Nothing in this joke of an existence comes for free, unlike a blow job from a desperate whore. I have far too many sins to atone for to receive such absolution.
I never wanted to be the fucking "survivor." The poor soul who has to bear this burden of loss; hell once I would have questioned my capability of having a soul of my own. Yet now I'm the man everyone is looking up to with childhood wonder in their eyes, as they expect a fix to this mess. Me, to fix this disaster?
I…I fucking ran from their far-fetched expectations that were once unquestionably, never to be in my nature. I refrain from fascists ideals as I seek getaway's from those who pester. I'm uncertain I could retain that healing strength, when I'm drowning in doubt myself. Sorrows running wider and deeper than any vast of water, land, or sky because of a woman. The love of a woman, funny, isn't that how every tale starts, ends, gets all its funky curves? The love from a woman I'm damned to be ridded of for the rest of time, as her body rots.
I turn my face upwards towards the beating rain. 'Rain please wash my fucking sins away! I'm begging you! I'm a betting man, well was; wasn't much one for prayer but I would do anything to bring her back. I would change anything. She bettered the man I am today, but why did her life have to be the price to pay? Her, the one who always put others first, and was kinder then a daydream is gone while I walk these streets. This isn't right!' My voice rages with the windy rain storm. Tears creeping out of their hideouts now that no one can see them, but me; for I am the survivor of this tale.
