Disclaimer: I don't own any character.
Warning: violence, future BOY X BOY action. / Also this narration occurs in different times, I hope it doesn't get confusing.
Hello again.
I't been a while since I return to writing whatever is in my mind. I have a new job and it's quite difficult now.
So this is the intro of a new story I have been working on. I have run this plot in my mind for a while, and this night specially I can't wait to set her free.
Enjoy! (and please tell me what you think, and if the theme is convincing)
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Useless.
The sound of the explosion was so loud anyone could tell the responsible was dangerously near.
Every car in the block had been turned into a pile of burnt steel and fabric. There was just the remnant of what it used to be a very luxurious BMW. It was now just a skeleton.
Behind the seventh car was a man hiding. His clothes were torn apart and he was sweating profusely, his black hair was sticking to his skin and over the fitly cloth that cover his mouth and nose, his black eyes shone with cruelty. The world was twisted, such as his humanity.
With quick movements he took out another crystal bottle and with one of the few matches he still have in in his pocket tried to light the dirty piece of cloth that was hanging from the bottle. In the inside the few remnants of liquid shone while the trembling hands of the man move to light the spark that would set the home made bomb on fire.
Before the match could come to life, a huge brick crashed against the back of his head. His body fell heavily against the metal of what years ago was the door of the car. And the bottle, still filled with clear flammable liquid, slipped from his hands and rolled on the floor.
"Sasuke!" A dry voice shout from the shadows of the building that once before was an astonishing bank.
….../...
After the initial chaos that created the fall of the banks, thiefs, suicides and collective hysteria. The city was drown in the most deep uncertainty. It wasn't the lack of resources or an unexpected blackout.
It was most like a blank space, a hole between the things the people should do and the new ways things would operate.
Of course, there were the first hipótesis from experts, how to bring economy again to life. Or how would the money should now circulate.
But the value of the coin was so high, that many banks decided to close and the currency just lose value.
Everything happened so fast that when the wealthy and bright programer Sasuke Uchiha opened again his eyes after a very busy night partying, all his fortune was gone, it was not that his money was not there, it is just that all the numbers in his account didn't have a value any more.
So now, out in the street trying to get a glimpse of what happened outside the bank, he felt the bodies of thousand of people piling and pushing against each other, screaming for answers.
'How is it possible we can not buy anything?'
'If money does not work any more, why should we work?'
'How about our accounts? My savings?'
'We Need answers! What about the food!?'
He roamed around the city, trying to figure out how would his life be now. There was no point in working, because we worked to get money to buy things. But if money was not useful, everything was in a halt stop.
There was only a week later when his luxurious office in the Google building was robbed. With no money, people started to steal any 'value' stuff to change it for food. But then again a week later, this luxurious stuff was useful because, the owners of the vital resources didn't need big screens or the last iPhone, as all of others they needed stability and a chance to survive.
Different services began to cut off their activities, because there was no reason to work if the pay was not food or water.
And then, the food and water producers and distributors began to reduce the product because energy was lacking, and so communication, transportation, etc.
And so, it was exactly two months after the initial shock that chaos began, power groups and allies were formed, delinquency and death ran across the people.
The people who once had crucial occupations were recruited or persecuted to form part of powerful groups.
Four months after the shock, the city was a ghost town, most of the population returned to the fields, if they couldn't have food from the ones who had it they will produce it, even if in the countryside only grew potatoes and seeds.
Six months after the crisis, the fields were partially taken, and a new battle began, death by hunger in the forgotten city or death in the countryside trying to get some space to get fed.
.../...
The first weeks Sasuke decided to stay home, afraid of the chaos and with enough things at home he should be fine.
But after the food was gone and he was sinked in the dark, he abandoned his penthouse.
Now he was walking towards what it used to be a mall, he hide in the shadow of the still early morning, there was enough light to see his steps and the well hidden hole in the wall, behind a fallen piece of what it used to be a big advertising board.
After sliding behind the board with a little trouble he was inside an empty space, the air was a little dusty but not as cold as outside. With security he start to walk into the dim light.
.../...
Months after Sasuke abandoned his home, he discovered this small sanctuary. A mall who closed in the early times. The stores were still filled with most of the stuff and it was almost a miracle that no one robbed this place.
He arrived to the furthest corner of the store. Moving across a decor store he sat in the biggest couch. Darkness surrounding him, the empty silence of the big space crushing him.
Then the tears appeared and with small sobs he contemplate the dusty and unkempt place. Chairs and furniture around the place, fabric tossed on the floor, the air was starting to feel heavy and sometimes you could hear the metal bending from some part of the mall.
The little sounds he made while crying filled the space echoing.
Sasuke cried until an unexpected wave of sleep drove him away. Leaving a snoring body, hidden under the shadows of what it used to be a very expensive furniture store.
And again the silence filled every inch of the mall, no movement could alternate the unexpected calm that surrounded the early morning sun rays that illuminated the few windows that remain uncovered. Only the blue eyes hidden beneath fallen stocks witnessed the sad scene. But there was no movement after the dark haired man fell asleep, because blue eyes disappeared in the early illuminated hall of the mall.
.../...
The last days Sasuke spent in his penthouse were filled with distress and uneasy thoughts. He watched intensely at his window, wondering if falling from a 15th floor would be too painful.
The only reason he kept his composure was because of the voice note he received weeks ago; when his phone was still alive, and now he had those words stuck in his mind. Random words crossed his mixed thoughts "stay where you are " "don't" "i've got it" "I'll search for you, Sasuke".
After many nights the black haired man decided it was enough. Lazily he took a big backpack and stuffed some clothes, making sure all of them were dark colours, the remains of canned food he still had and some tools, a black leather case that had traveled with him almost every day of his professional career and his house keys, more out of nostalgia than for a very specific need.
Running 15 floors in a hurry was not an easy task, Sasuke knew that whoever was attempting to broke in to his building was already near to get it. The last few days he saw, from his privilege aerial view how masked men, broke in to neighbor buildings and took everything from them, even their lives.
The night before he saw a small group of men gathered at the front doors. He knew that if those men were part of some powerful group and they didn't found any useful skill in him, he would be death by the next morning.
The survival instinct must not be underestimated, it was this uncontrollable force that made Sasuke sprint, fast and steady down the emergency exit.
When we reached the second floor the emergency door flew open and hit him straight in the face. Leaving his limp body in the other side of the small staircase.
"Well well well… we have another one trying to escape" said the tall man who was wiping his hands, apparently stained with something like blood, in his blackened pants.
Sasuke looked at him in confusion, ¿why would he escape?, his survival instinct told him to run away, but his mind was blank.
"What do you want?" his voice came out dry. But the man was still standing in front of him, slowly he approached to his body and kneeing he grabbed Sasuke's wrist and pulled his body, like a rag doll near to his.
Sasuke was now, truly and undeniably, scared.
"I don't remember seeing you before… Were you hiding like a rat all this time?"
"Let me go, I don't have food if that's what you were searching for." Even before he could start pulling his hand out of the grip, the tall man looked Sasuke's wrist and hands, they were turning a little white from the pressure.
"We'll see about that".
Lights went out and a hard pain behind his head was all he could feel before losing consciousness.
-/...
To be continue...
I'm sorry it is so short, I wanted to know if the scenario convince me, let me know if the story has any future for you dear reader...
Urban LC.