"The weather is windy, and there might be a substantial amount of torrential rain hitting Los Angeles today. Stay inside your homes and dont move out, friends." Almost. It almost seemed as if the weather was reciprocating his emotions, but the cheery voice of the weatherman was like the saucy mockery of those very feelings.

He pulled the Nerd Herd into high gear, as he jumped the red lights driving past the others without a care, without a blink. He only slowed to blink back the tears, as they dissolved the myriad of lights into a colorful blur. What was life's worth when the meaning of your life no longer existed? Something in him was torn as pulled the clutch. It wasnt like a torn ligament, which could heal over time but a broken heart, desolate and desperate to escape the clutches of this earthly realm. He picked up speed as the little car wandered through a part of LA unknown to him. He ironically smiled at the thought. After all, was not he just like that? A lost child living in an extraordinary world.

"The storm is picking up speed, folks. Dont venture out alone!" The cheery voice of the weatherman interrupted his thoughts. He inwardly screamed as the loss was finally piercing his heart. It hurt. It had hurt when Bryce had accused him. It had hurt when his girlfriend had dumped him. It had hurt when he was a failure in the eyes of men. It had hurt.

But never had it hurt so much, that he had bothered to question his very being. Never. He jumped out of the car, walking down the road. The road was empty, with no one in naked sight. He opened the door in front of him, and climbed the teetering staircase leading upto the roof. Standing there, he examined the vast expanse of the city.

He stood there, in a catatonic state and then climbed onto the ledge and looked down for a moment.

Chuck Bartowski was about to die.


A short introduction. I might continue if I get some good reviews. (Dont worry, it wont be so dark as it looks.)