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A tired blue eye cracked open.
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Where was he?
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A bell tolled somewhere in the distance. The sound of footsteps on cobblestone filled his ears as he pushed himself off the dusty ground. Russia? France?
Frankenstein shuffled awkwardly down the narrow alley he had slept in with a sharp pain in his head. He'd drank himself sick the night before. Vaguely, he also remembered someone socking him square in the jaw. The blond-haired man didn't dwell much on the thought.
His stomach growled loudly, almost as if to remind him of his neglected body. He checked his pockets for currency: none, at least, for this century. Frankenstein sorely regretted spending the last of his money on alcohol. Reaching the mouth of the alley, he averted his eyes from the blinding morning rays. The clacking of hurried footsteps on cobble and light conversation rang louder in his ears.
Men and women passed him by and his eyes trained away from the sun, he took notice of their garments. Suits, top hats, and frilly dresses. Amoung the people that passed him a small boy and a butler caught his eye. The boy looked to be about twelve or thirteen, with navy hair, turquoise irises, and a eyepatch.
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Though that wasn't what had caught his gaze.
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It was the man standing behind him.
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Messy raven hair.
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He held his breath.
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Black and... What was that?
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His chest constricted and his vision blurred.
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Red.
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He had red eyes.
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