The Beginning of New
The rain steadily falls on the little deserted town, little puddles of mud quickly gather in the dirt streets, a young man with odd spiked hair peers around a building corner, he turns around, a finger over his mouth, "Shhh…." He motions to the group of ten or so children to move closer, then holds a hand up for them to stop, he quietly tiptoes across the street, his tattered black wet shirt rustling in the wind. He tiptoes into another ally, looking back over the street, he motions the tight knot of children to follow suit. Huddled together, clutching one another they silently make their way across the street, splashing into the mud, something that would have normally made them smile, but not even a shadow of a smile came over their terrified faces. The young man looked them over once more, "Ok guys, we're almost there ok?" they nod, wet hair plastered over their faces. He looks them over once more before turning back around, walking down the ally, the knot of scared children following right behind him, they come to an old wooden door, moss covering most of it, he whips a strand of the jet black hair from his face. He grabs the cold rusty door handle, slowly opening the creaky old door, he motions the children inside, holding the door for them, "The others are inside, hurry up…he might find us…." Another look of terror from the children, and they scuttle for the door, a little raggedy looking girl in the lead, she makes her way to the top of the steps, and starts her descent into the darkness below. A scream rips through the ally, the man spins around, looking down into the stairwell from where he just sent the children, they come piling back up the steps, most falling up the steps. Most end up in the mud outside the door, looks of pure terror on their faces, realization dawns on the mans face, only one thing could make the children this scared, he peered into the stairwell. A dark figure slowly made it's way up the steps, slowly the light of day lit up its features, white hair, yellow eyes.
The eyes…oh god…the eyes…they're still the same…
The figure smirks, pleased at the terror and chaos it has created in the little ally, it reaches the top of the steps, not stepping out into the rain, the man stumbles back, disgust and terror etched across his face. The thing crosses it's arms, the man stumbles backward, slamming into the wall behind him, the things ki flares, blowing the door off it's hinges, the children scream and race behind the man, "Well well," the figure sneers, "what do we have here? It would seem that you're trying to save the last of the human children…."
"LEAVE THEM ALONE!" Then man spits out, rage replacing the terror, the a thought occurred to him, "T-the last children?"
"That is what I said Lynx…These little ones are the sole survivors of the human race…you should be quite pround…. This is the longest it's ever taken me to complete a job, how many years has it been Lynx? Five? Ten?"
"Please…just leave them alone…they haven't done anything…they're only children! Please…I'm begging you…"
"You've begged me before, why should this time be any different from the others?" a little girl behind the young man, Lynx, grabs a hold of his torn and tattered black pants, gripping, "Please mister, don't let him take us!" All he could do was place a not so reassuring hand on her head, hoping it would comfort her. The creature in the stairway smiles, then disappears, Lynx suddenly notices the absence of little hands on his legs, he spins around, as he does a sickening snap echoes through the ally, the children scream as the body of the little girl falls into a puddle of mud. His eyes open wide, rage seething now through his body he starts shaking, in an equally voice he yells to the children, "Get out of here! Far away!" turning to the now wet monster before him, "Why…she was only a little girl? There was no reason…" the monster smiles, he appears in front of Lynx, inches from each others noses, "I believe I've explained myself once before…that is more than enough for me…" A fist slams into Lynx's stomach, blood flys out of his mouth. He is knocked back several feet into the wall behind him, head slamming into the wall with a crunch.
He's too strong! I don't stand a chance…I'm still to weak, I have to run…NO! Save the children first!
He staggers forward, the beast still watching him, smiling, "How does it go Lynx? Ring around the rosy, pocket full of posies," he slowly saunters behind the young man, smiling at his own cruel joke," ashes to ashes , dust to dust...well maybe not exactly like that…but you get the point?"
Got to get the children away…have to hurry…
He reaches around, feeling the back of his head, pulling his hand back, blood dripping from his hand.
Great…losing lots of blood…can't think straight…
He grabs a hold of the little necklace around his neck, hand on the lightly glowing blue orb, gripping it, it always made him feel better, a reminder of his dead friends, he staggers into the street, the monster still behind him. "Foolish little half human, haven't you learned yet, all these years you've been running and fighting, and never once have you won…What do you think makes this time any different, you must have realized by now, this time I intend to kill you…"