Chapter One :: Amnesia
The cold winter air stung and bit at the young adolescent's bare cheek. His pale white loose hair billowed freely in the wind covering his empty grey eyes. The fluffy white snow danced around him – almost in a sympathetic manner – and some landed gently on his thin white dress shirt. He ignored the flakes and took several more mechanical steps forward. His breathing was irregular and was visible in the cold air. An onlooker's first impression would be that they were seeing a doll. With the pale hair, coupled with his long eyelashes and porcelain skin he looked just like a doll. But of course, he wasn't a doll. The hard skin and soft smile that a doll has, he was the exact opposite… With skin that looked soft, but with a hardened expression frozen in place…
The boy could not feel anything – not the steel band around his wrist, not the hard bricks covered in ankle deep snow his bare feet were treading – not anything… The only thing he was aware of was a faint nostalgic melody like from an old music box barely audible surrounding him. He could not remember where he had heard it from, but a faint hum sounded from his throat imitating the tune deep inside his memory. His vision was becoming hazy and a hot tear rolled down his sallow cheek. Mildly confused, he lifted a pale hand to his face.
What is this…? I feel nothing, yet…
Soon, he came to a pause. He was standing a couple of inches away from the edge of the building. He couldn't see the bottom – if there was one at all. Maybe it was all the fluid in his eyes, or perhaps he just wasn't thinking straight, but he thought he saw a black moon in the evening sky. Looking away, he turned his attention behind him where he saw a flicker of unnatural light.
"You can't run… and you most certainly cannot hide…" A man's voice chuckled behind him. The person, himself, was in the cover of the shadow. "My dear, dear boy. Come back here."
A twinge of fear echoed in the boy's chest. He took a step back involuntarily, shocked into movement but stopped abruptly when he felt the edge of the roof. The boy could not see the man but he knew he did not want to.
This man is dangerous.
"Be careful there, you don't want to fall now." The mystery man said amused as if he knew something he didn't.
For a moment, the boy considered jumping off the building. He knew that it would be better than being caught by this man. What did he have to lose anyways? He couldn't even remember anything – not even his own name.
"Allen."
Allen? Who...
Losing his footing the boy fell backwards into the tunnel of madness.
Note: :) It feels good to be posting again. I haven't posted any of my stories for over a year! Thank you for reading!