It was dark.
Not a comfortable dark in which you maintain your bearings but stumble and fumble about. Nor was it a particular darkness in which the word "dark" is applicable to describe it. No… dark is wrong, so very wrong. A dismal blank slate of absolute nothingness, a void where the blind could see better then the sighted are both more appropriate descriptions.
Although it could not be seen there stood a building of steel, brass, and glass. The structure was curved, cracked and crumbling. Yet it looked and was incredibly firm. It was an orphanage. Within the top floor, in the fifth window on the right was a girl. In the room behind the window there was light. In every corner a lamp glowed.
A figure in the place too dark to be called dark took notice of this light and moved toward it with near silence. The being crawled across the rooftop of the small ghetto locking hook onto pipe and cable bit by bit moving toward the faint beacon. Eventually the figure became close enough and leapt onto the side of the orphanage. It scrambled into the fifth window on the right on the top floor.
The figure was a figure no more within the light. It was a man, or rather used to be. It's face was distorted. He had a massively swollen left eye. It's top lips were largely missing exposing irritated red gum causing it to wear a perpetual scowl. He wore a tattered grey shirt and black pants which were full of holes. It had sunken eyes and a bandage across its forehead. The man held two hooks in his hands and stood deeply slouched as if trying to stay hidden even though he was plainly shone by the lamps.
" Hello Mr. Spider Splicer " welcomed a sweet voice from the back of the room. The man blinked as if remembering it could speak. " Good day to you little darling " he replied walking toward her. She had long black hair draping over one eye. The other eye reflected a green light which resembled a cats. She wore jeans a white T-shirt and a brown jacket. Her voice stayed nice but changed somewhat to sound formal.
" I am Nreya Muor'oe, owner of this room. What brings you here?"
His voice was scratchy but incredibly eloquent " I am…" He paused thinking then shook his head.
" It doesn't matter. I am hungry, and I am tired, I must apologize-in advance. For your room looks comfortable. And you look… how shall I put this, delectable."
Tears welled in her eyes dropping to the floor as she spoke " But-but surely you don't mean…"
He rushed toward her and in a comforting tone cooing "shhhh."
The man raised her chin with one of his hooks so that their eyes met. " There-there darling, it won't hurt. Much that is"
She sniffled and opened her mouth and spoke without any of the fake sweetness she had used before.
" Too bad this will hurt a ton "
Before the man had any time to question or react in any way Nreya Muor'oe, owner of the room on the top floor (fifth on the right) brought up a long jagged shard of glass and in one fluid motion slit the splicer's throat. She backed up so that she wouldn't dirty any of her cloths by the man's blood as he fell and hit the ground. In his dead eyes shone not a look of furry nor sorrow but of sheer and utter surprise.
Nreya hated playing cute to freaks. But once again feigning defenselessness succeeded in dropping an ugly's guard. After looting any items that could be of value she turned and asked toward another room.
" Andy can you help me toss this garbage out the window?"