Hydrophobia

by Gnimaerd

Sometimes he wakes up with imagined blood on his fingers and thinks of a dying-sunset future that could have been without a boy who had cold blue eyes and a shadowed man that trailed his every move. This is the story of Nate River and how he watched The Boy take over the world.

1. A Foreword of Sorts, An Introduction

When I saw him for the first time, I knew that things would begin to go wrong. I do not believe in ridiculous things, things that could be classified as supernatural and things belonging in works of fiction. I believe in facts, and what I ought to believe in within this realm, this world.

I believe in the color white. I like the stoic feeling it gives, the feeling that you do not need color in order for one to express knowledge, creativity-And the ability to build.

And I believe in that when I first saw the boy whose name was originally Ciel Phantomhive at nine years and three months old exactly, I had known that things were about to go very, very wrong. It was hard to define him in an exact way of logic and certainty, and that made him dangerous. Dangerous in an inexplicable way, dangerous in the way that water is dangerous when you are drowning and you do not know how to swim... And the shadows creep for your feet to drag you under.

The Boy, as I shall henceforth call him because names are silly things that you should not classify with such a creature of nature: He is great, in a way that the darkness that falls when night comes is great. He is not strong purely in an intellectual way, but he has a force of mind that is eerily similar to the water that drowns you, in a way that he will wear down everything within his path.

He will not wait. He will not tire. And he will not fail.