Rochester, New York.
They were dashing across the streets, parkouring through the rooftops and glide between people; all with the intention of lose their pursuers.
Cops.
"Are they still behind us?" the male voice asked.
"No, I think we- SHIT!" Another younger female voice said once he spotted the cops.
The young boy grabbed the hand of the girl and started to drag her across the street. The officials screamed all sorts of orders to halt and curses. Sending current updates to the others patrols.
The boy cursed his actions. His hubris had got them on this mess. His lockpick skills, parkour and fast legs had got it a place with the wrong people; that summed with his brashness and the fact that he was a slob and loved the easy money it wasn't hard to know where he would end up.
It was supposed to be an easy job. Get into the jewelry store, grab the rocks and get out. Unfortunately the hacker who was supposed to deactivate the alarm and the cameras failed and in the instant that shit hit the fan he bailed out, leaving him and the other accomplices in the store.
He thought that he would be good enough to open the strong box before the cops arrived.
He though wrong.
They would have surrendered if it wasn't for the fucking psychopath who had of partner. That junkie trigger-happy immediately started to shot in the moment he saw the fuss. He was quickly taken out and he on the run.
Unfortunately he did the mistake to go home, thinking that the hacker had done his work. He was climbing the stairs of the apartment where he lived when the pair of cops who were at his door spotted him.
"Freeze!" One of them screamed as the other ordered to put the hands on the air. He did as he was requested when one of the officers fell down. The other made the mistake of turn around and he didn't think twice of punch him in the throat, he plumed instantly.
He was about to thank his savior when he realized it was a girl. And not just any girl. Her sister of sixteen years old.
His eyes who were filled with relieve were now filled with woe. "Idi, god, what did you did?" His plan was come to home, grab his stuff and leave a note to her sister to tell him that he loved her and to inform everything that he knew of him to the police. Cut every loose end to not drag her in this mess.
And he just did the thing he wanted to avoid.
The young girl seemed confused as well, not to say fret. "I…I don't know" she saw her own trembling hands. What did she do indeed? The moment she saw her brother in trouble she immediately hit one of the cops with her backpack.
He couldn't lie. It was sealed. They were cameras on the building which just filmed that. They only had one option now.
Run.
They entered to their house and took what mostly could swiftly. When they went to their hallway one of the cops was waking up and others were coming from the hallway. He closed and locked the door. They went up to the rooftop through the fire escape and jumped to the other building and they made their way to the streets.
Once they were on the pavement he grabbed her sister and started to run.
The young boy spotted a medieval festival, filled with people "Come on, Idi! This way!" the male ordered.
They entered in one of the carps. Taking a break from their pursuit. The girl nicknamed as Idi let her lungs fill with air before grab from his collar to her brother. "Shit, Alvar! SHIT, WHAT DID YOU DID?!"
"YOU TOOK THE WORDS OUT MY OUT! WHAT WERE YOU THINKING?!"
"DON'T ANSWER MY QUESTION WITH ANOTHER QUESTION!" she stated. The outburst made her sunk her head in his chest, tears of frustration threatening to fall. The events of what she did plagued her head. Why did she do that? She only ended up worsening the things.
Alvar cooled his head. They didn't have time for this. At least not right now. He grabbed her face and put his forehead on hers. He looked at her watery violet eyes; it hurt him to look it at her like this. She just threw her future overboard cause of him.
The junkie killed one cop before going cold. His fate was sealed; but what about his sister? His little sister. He could go to prison; he didn't care about his safety or what prepared for him but what about her? He'd gone to prison and it wasn't nice. He would be damned if he allowed Idina to end in such a place.
"We need to move" he said. She pulled herself together and nodded. What done is done, she can't change the past. Alvar spotted some medieval clothes. If they wanted to lose the cops they would have to blend as one of the crowd.
Alvar throws off his hoodie and jeans and puts a long sleeve shirt made of wool under a leather vest and a scarf. The vest and shirt length reaches almost his pelvic part. He also has wool pants and boots. To maintain the vest and pants on place he buckles it with two belts, one of them put a pouch and in other he sheaths his katana; a memento from his father that he took from the apartment, he wears an armored gauntlet on his left hand as well as a forearm armor in the forearm.
Idina changes her clothes for a furry waistcoat and wool pants. She wears boots as well and some belts too and corduroy shirt under the coat. She puts her English bow on her back.
They left the tent and walked aimless in the crow. Unfortunately they didn't lose the cops, there was a patrol ahead. They enter to a shack and closed the door but don't lock it. They need a place to hide. The siblings entered in a closet; they were cramped in the small compartment, wishing that the cops didn't saw them. They waited a minute, two then three.
Just before they decide to leave the closet something shakes the cabinet violently forth in. An earthquake? She hugs her brother and he does as well, he leans against the wall of the closet and puts a food on the other side to try keeping themselves on place. The closet keeps moving from side to side as a white light starts to shine. The light engulfed before they could panic.
Alvar woke up in something very soft; opening his eyes he saw white and blue. The sensation in his body was familiar.
Snow. As far as his eyes could see he saw kilometers and kilometers of snow valleys and tundra. It was snowing. The snowflakes fell on his curly hair.
He buried his face in the cold surface to ensure that he wasn't dreaming. The sensibility on his skin assured him that he wasn't in a revery. He stood up and saw nothing but snow. How did he end here? He was running from the cops and hide on a closet with-
Idina!
Her sister! Shit!
He started to scream her name despite the chill gust that whizzed. His current attire could hardly provide any protection against the cold temperature but that was barely going through his head. He kept searching for her sister.
Amidst the blizzard he could hear a feminine voice calling for aid. He didn't took it long to deduce that it was her sister. He started to call her name to let her know that he was on the way as he went to the location of the voice, the origin of the voice proceeded from within a what it looked a grisly forest.
His steps sunk on the snow, that didn't stop him however, after what it felt like hours in the woods he spotted her sister. She was surrounded by four persons wearing furry attires. They were trying to take her but she kicked them and punched them. She could knock them if it wasn't for the snow. One of the guys managed to grab her from behind. Others tried to grab her legs but she kicked them until one of them managed to take a hold of one of them.
Oh fuck no.
Pure rage brew within him; he could barely felt the snow now.
He climbed one of the woods and parkoured through the branches of the trees, very a la Assassins Creed (It was secretly one of the reasons he started to practice it). Once he thought that he was close he jumped off the tree and landed on the guy who was grabbing her.
The eyes of Idina along with the other widened in surprise. Once that she saw that the guy who'd jumped was his brother and that she was free of her legs, she decided to take retaliation. She took advantage of the stupor of the guys; she sent a headbutt to the guy who was holding her with the back of her head, breaking his nose and releasing his hold as well.
The other 2 divided their attention between the siblings. One went after the boy and the other against the girl. Alvar stood quickly and saw how one of the guys was approaching him with fiery steps. He saw better how he was dressed, indeed he was wearing a furry outfit, like one of bears or a yak perhaps, what called his attention was how traditional and simple were his clothes and the many straps that he'd on his persona.
That and the big ass knife that he drew from his sides.
The man swung his knife as he dodge it the blade continuously. In one of the brandish the knife stuck in a tree and he fell to the snow due the force or the surprise. He felt something hard and gritty on his hand; a rock.
The aggressor managed to free his blade as he stood in what it looked a half made squat; giving the impression that he was on his knees. Alvar raised his hand and what it seemed in the eyes of the attacker a sign for mercy. He didn't yield by such act.
Nor did the boy.
Alvar had raised his hand with the intention of hide his weapon that was in his other hand. The furry man raised his blade with the intention of finish him off when Alvar used the moment to strike him in his knee making him kneel. He didn't stop there, he sent a backfist at his face, and the rock on his hand added more damage at the blow.
Alvar felt a sting sensation on his hand, he guessed that some spiky part of the rock pierced slightly the skin but apparently the adrenaline was making effect because he could barely feel it. The furry man looked wobbling but the adrenaline was working in him too because he tried to stab his knife at his belly.
Tried.
Alvar saw that coming and kicked his hand stopping the incoming attack. He didn't hesitate this time. He grabbed him from the collar and hit him right above the temple with the rock over and over and over and over and over and over.
The rock turned red as well splashing the clothes of Alvar. Once that he saw how he was hanging limply from his hold he released him. He fell facedown and tainted the snow with same crimson liquid that stained his clothes and that dripped from the bloody hand of Alvar.
The boy itself still had adrenaline running through his body, one of the reasons he couldn't dwell on what he just did. The other one was that he was aware that there was other guy.
He turned his gaze and saw how her sister grabbed the weapon of his attacker that wore the same clothes that the other three and had the same knife on her hands. The aggressor headbutted her but the hold of the girl didn't wavered. The furry man hit her with the pommel of the blade and sent an elbow to her throat. This time she yield it to the attack and she fell backwards and the attacker was about to pierce her with the knife when a rock hit its head. Turning around to see where the attack came from but instead he saw how a blade pierced its heart.
Idina saw how Alvar sunk his katana that he'd brought with him on the heart of the enemy, the kissaki (tip) had pierced cleanly through the heart and emerged soaked in blood from the other side.
The aggressor seemed confused as well as surprised. He exchanged his view between the weird lookin' blade and the boy who seemed to do it at the sprout of the moment. He grabbed the blade and raised its knife to attack. Alvar didn't though twice before sink his katana deeper. The blade dug awfully effortlessly. The pain made the grip of the attacker feel weak and he dropped the knife; the weapon plunged in the snow with a 'thud'. He putted both hands now in the blade not really knowing what to do. Alvar answered sinking deeper the katana, barely inches from her. The burn sensation growing in the chest of the furry man erupted from its mouth in a red cough with phlegm.
Alvar saw finally the eyes of the aggressor and realized that it wasn't a man. It was woman. His confused eyes were now rue and horror; finally realizing what he'd done.
The woman coughed one last time as well her final words "….Bloody…kn…eele…..rs…." she fell backwards right beside Idina. She saw how her brown eyes of the woman were now devoid of light.
She turned to see his brother and saw how his hands were trembling and not precisely by the cold. He hasn't moved from his place, the woman had fell on her own, the katana had pierced cleanly. He dropped the weapon.
"I….I….killed them….." he said barely audible as he looked at his red (literally) stained hands. He repeated the same words over and over like a chant. He turned to see the man he'd hit with the rock and saw that he was still immobile.
He stumbled backwards and fell on her knees with his hands on the snow. "Alvar…" his sister said in worry. Was he? Was he really him? It was the same man who leaved his apartment in the morning after eating some frosted flakes? The same man that hugged his sister and kissed her forehead before going to work? The same man that worked at burger king till 6 p.m.?
The same man that just hit to death a man and stabbed a woman in the heart?
He felt sick.
Alvar vomited on the snow, emptying his stomach of any kind of food that he'd. Idina patted the back of his brother as she tried to say some reassuring words like 'It was self-defense' 'They attacked us first' 'You didn't had other option' and such.
Despite her efforts both he and she knew that that wasn't going to make it easier.
They heard a crunch, lifting their gaze and saw the guy who Idina broke his nose. He grumbled something as he stumbled backwards to later run.
"Wait! Sorry" Alvar said the last part in a whisper. This time he'd receive life imprisonment, and her sister…god, he couldn't didn't had the nerves to know what was going to become of her from now on. He buried his face in the snow again, not only to try to hide the tears that were forming on his eyes but also because he couldn't face her.
They stood like this for a while, ignoring the bodies around them just as the snow. "How did this happen?" He grumbled despite that the snow muffled his voice "Where are we?" Idina couldn't hear him but she guessed what he'd said.
She recalled the events that had happened this morning as well how did they hide in a closet? What was this place? Narnia?
She laughed mirthless "You know…" she remembered something similar by the thought of the fantasy "They…they talked with an irish-british accent…and the clothes they wore…they reminded me to the…wildlings…" she said rueful.
He laughed in the snow. Not really knowing of what, he didn't heard quite right his sister. She smiled at her partial success of ease the mood.
A mighty wail accompanied by a cry of fear interrupted them. The shriek echoed through the forest till the scream ebbed painfully slowly. They heard steps getting closer each second, the siblings though for a second that it were their heartbeats.
From amidst the large tress four shadows emerged, azure orbs glowing in the cold darkness. Alvar thought that they were the souls of those who he just killed. But her sister grabbed his hand and he noticed that she was shaking.
She was seeing those azure eyes as well.
"A ghost…a ghost…" She said quivering. Seeing her afraid brought him to his senses.
"D-Don't be dumb, ghosts doesn't exist" he said trying to regain his composure. He faced the shadows that were getting closer; they must have some kind of gloves or something…
"T-they attacked us first! It was self-defense!" Alvar started to say, nevertheless those were the people, they could tell them where they were, isn't?
Then what was that scream?
A grumble was heard right behind them. The man whom Alvar fell was (much to his relieve) alive, apparently he just took him out for a few seconds. The man scratched his head and analyzed his surroundings; his eyes were first filled with rage and fury to later be replaced with fear and woe. "The others! The others!" he screamed as he stood up and started to run.
"Alvar!" Idina screamed bringing the attention of his brother. He turned his head and saw the four figures. He was unable to quell the cold blood that pumped through his body.
The four figures looked skeletal, their white skin were glued to his muscle, giving the appearance that they didn't have flesh at all. The hair seemed like white smoke, and those azure bright orbs. It was like if half-rotten corpses that were covered by the snow decided to rise.
In one of the hands of the walking corpse it held the head of the guy who attacked Idina. A cold shiver climbed in his spine. This time it was her turn to drag her brother. She grabbed his hand and started to run in the direction where the other ran.
His senses returned to his head. He started to run overrun her sister and started to drag her again though the forest. Not bothering to check if they were being followed.
What the hell?
What the hell? What the hell? What the hell?
Where the shit were they?
Soon, he would have wished never asked.
Pretty ambiguous I know right? The next chapter will have more details in the story actually wanted to be vague.
This is something that plagued my head for a while. This would be the prologue of another series that I will start to work when I don't want to work with Book of Memories or personal proyects.
Dumb, huh? A break from a break lol. I will let you know in what world our protagonists are in the next chapter though I pretty much guess that you already know, right?
If you see any grammar mistake please do tell me. I'll start to work with Book of Memories soon, just wanted to get this out of my head.
