CHAPTER ONE – Darkness Falls
It was a dark and stormy night. Boy, was it a dark and stormy night. An unnatural haze lingered over Ljubljana, Slovenia. In his bed, Slavoj Zizek shivered. For a summer night, the air was cold and the sky was black. It was almost as if something evil lurked out there in the shadows.
Zizek rolled over, clutching his pillow, and tried to fall back asleep. But a worry nagged in the back of his mind. Something was not right. No matter how he tried, some ghostly force prevented him from sleeping. It made him uneasy. With a sigh, he rolled out of bed, pulled on a sweat-stained t-shirt, and poured himself a cup of water from the pitcher on his nightstand. Quietly, he left his room.
The halls were silent as he walked through the dark. He did not know where he was going, or why, but his body seemed to move of its own accord. He was being drawn by an unseen power. Past the library, past the kitchen, and out onto the terrace. With the moon hidden behind thick clouds, it was nearly impossible to see in the inky black night. But something lying on the path to Zizek's right made him gasp in shock. A body!
'Zounds!' Zizek shouted. He leapt over the terrace railing and onto the ground below, running toward the fallen form as fast as he could. Tree branches scratched at his skin and pulled at his clothes, but he paid them no mind. Heart pounding, he fell to his knees on the pathway, among the horrifying tulips.
Now that he was closer, he could see that this was a young psychoanalyst of Paris, a postmodernist by the looks of him. He was clearly in dire need of help. His clothes were torn and bloody, and his hair was matted with dirt. He needed the attention of a healer, immediately. Without a second thought, Zizek picked up the wounded analyst and, cradling him in his arms, carried him inside to seek the help that was so desperately needed.
[A/N: OMG cliffhanger! Guess youll just have to keep reading to find out what happens next J oh and PLZ comment, I love feedback!]