Pale hands sat upon a dark, cold keyboard. Darkness surrounded them, with the exception of a single light, hailing from a dusty computer screen. The hands
rose, and flowed through a jungle of red, soft hair. The owner of these hands gave a long, exaggerated sigh. The man leaned back, stretching himself
backwards. He flung his torso back into place and sighed with a glace up at his clock. 2:07 AM. He had been here far too long, he thought to himself. He glanced
up at his office. A dark, dreary room. A clock, his desk with his computer. The rest of his office consisted of file cabinets, and papers. Gray walls, and no
windows. He stared at his screen. He had spent the last 10 hours trying to crack this code for his boss's project. He didn't know what it was for, he probably
didn't want to know. Not that he cared. To him, it was just a job. A nicely paid job at that. Plenty of people had advised him against this job. Said he was
getting way to far in waters he didn't understand. But what did they know. He wasn't getting involved. So he thought. He glanced down at his desk. His
keyboard, notes, a coffee, and a single colorful picture. His face gave away to a small smile, but it was short lived. He picked the memory up, already loosing
himself in thought. He was staring at 6 happy teens. Sprawled out on a green, sunny hill. The teens smiled up at him. The memory shattered, and he slammed
the frame down on his desk, and started gathering his things. He needed some fresh air, and maybe some Chinese food. He had often spent days at a time in
this office. It was a habit, not that he had much else to do. He picked up his files, put his glasses in his pocket, and made his way out of his cave. He locked his
door, and continued to stride down the building hallway. It was a nice building, no one ever made a mess, or caused problems. As he approached the elevator,
he pulled out his Iphone. He put a search in for Chinese food, just as the elevator doors opened. He stepped through the elevators jaws, and descended down
8 flights. His black, leather shoes stepped out into the lobby. It was a short walk to the front doors. Past the leather chairs, and red carpet. As he approached
the front doors, a small "goodnight" rang from the security guard, a few yards away. But he was already out the doors. Never a "goodbye" in return. Same
routine every time. He was suddenly standing in front of his building. He put his hands in his pockets, closed his eyes, and took a deep breath. It was a nice,
crisp night. He even let that small smile return. For a brief second. He spun on his heels, and made his way around the corner. Hands in his suit pocket, he
made his way into the private parking garage. One of the many advantages to his line of work. Just a few more steps, and he was beholding his bright red
Ferrari. His hands ran across the body, as he slid into the beauty. He felt relaxed in his car, like a piece of him had returned. He turned the key, and leaned back
as the engine revved. And just like that, he was flying his baby out of the garage. As he cruised down the street, he reached to turn on the radio. It flickered
on, letting a smooth song rise from the speakers. And just then, time froze. As he gazed at the speakers, another moment in time flashed before his eyes.
"Axel! Put me down!" The sun shined in his bright green eyes, and he spun around. A small, blond boy ran up to him. "Axel, PLEASE put Demyx down. We don't need another emergency room trip." He looked down at the tall, blond boy in his arms, and smiled.
And just as fast as time had frozen, it regained speed. Suddenly, a white hot pain surged through his body. He felt his head crash against something, his legs
twist in pain. His brand new suit, caught, and tore as he felt himself propelled, and then the harsh feeling on pavement met his body. Pain surged through once
more, then faded into darkness. Left only with a single scream.