TWO FACES OF GRIEF
My grief lies all within
And these external manners of lament
Are merely shadows to the unseen grief
That swells with silence in the tortured soul
-William Shakespeare-
Author's notes: Don't own them. This is my first attempt at a multi chapter story so all reviews and suggestions are welcome. Enjoy the story!
Chapter 1: The first observer
The wind lifted up stray leaves and made them swirl around in an intricate dance, rising higher and higher. The leaves seemed to chase each other along the quiet street, sometimes getting caught in the lining trees and well kept bushes, which contributed to the dance of leaves as the winds shook them. The dark clouds that had been gathering at the horizon were covering most of the sky now and their bellies were heavy with rain. An eerie silence had ascended on the neighbourhood as even the birds had fallen silent seeking refuge in the face of the coming storm.
The street was empty at this early hour, only few lights were seen in the houses where the people were early risers. The houses and the gardens were well kept and they were built just so to give some privacy from the people on the street.
The unfolding storm had two attentive observers.
Unseen by the slumbering people, a car travelled down the road. Even those who were up wouldn't have paid any attention to this vehicle thinking that it belonged to one of the residents on this street. The car was a dark government issued SVU and most of the residents were government employees.
The car clearly had a destination in minds as it slowed down in front of a blue, wooden villa with lots of children's toys on the porch glimpsed through the well kept, thick bushes. The car drove slowly by and then disappeared around the corner and did not return.
Few hours later, people with dogs going for a morning walk looked at the skies worriedly, hurrying their dogs, wishing that the rain wouldn't start quite yet, but then a lightning streaked across the black clouds and a loud crack of thunder preceded the wall of rain that was released from the clouds.
The man standing between a large oak tree and bramble bushes paid no attention to the now pouring rain. He was dressed in dark green and black rain gear with the hood up therefore blending in perfectly with the vegetation. His attention was solely on the building in front of him and he was patient. He would wait here, not moving, until his time came.
From the blue villa a blonde woman came out with her husband, kissing him goodbye, watching as drove off to work. She went to pick up the morning paper straightening her back with a grimace and it became visible that she was pregnant.
The thunderstorm was now in full force and a lightning nearby must have hit a transformer as all the lights went out in the houses on the street. The woman hurried inside, but was stopped near the trees of her garden by a dark silent figure. Nobody heard her scream as thunder rolled back and forth on the sky.