Addicted
Prologue
Numb grimy alabaster feet stumbled face first into the rain soaked asphalt, awaiting death once more. The long writhing silence ensued-none of the supernatural came to attack him. Lifting his broken crooked bespectacled face, he encountered a rusty iron bar of a gate cut into a long since healed bruise. The boy with pepper colored hair winced. Tetanus was one of the many things to check off on his injury list
Ocean colored depths gazed through the misty cracks in his glasses, a lush marvelous building was in sight. The rain assaulted him in the slight downpour as he continually glanced at the building. Unlike the many places in Japan, this structure was the most western.
Ignoring his better judgment, he dragged himself on his belly like a caterpillar, tracking mud under the bars. The pepper haired boy collapsed with the effort put forth. However, willing himself to stay alert, completely etched with the desire to survive. He crushed his glasses against the wet dirt, out of the earshot into the rain. His water logged ears did not pick up the knowing chuckle, nor did his eyes perceive the silhouette of the women over him.