A/N Thanks to Fan O' Fanfic for Beta Reading my story and editing it!
Lost
He is nothing but a ghost. A spectre who roams the streets searching for something. Nobody knows what, but everybody knows that he isn't going to find it anytime soon. His eyes show that he is lost and his steps show that he is desperate. Nobody remembers when he first appeared, only that he has always stood out. He has always been different but with the soothing hands of time the differences have slowly, but steadily, been smoothed away.
When he first came he was a hunter among prey but the hunter is now haunted by the horrors of the street. By the horrors of life.
Now he´s just like everybody else, someone who has lost his way. He's been brought down of his broken tower and thrown to the cold hard ground. He's been brought down to their level and really, they knew it would happen in the end. He might have been a murderer, a prince, a normal office worker or just one more problem person. But here on the street, all differences are slowly washed away and your past doesn't matter because all that matters is survival. It's all grey in the end. Many lose their hope to find their way back on the open road. It's easy to sink in to desperation when the cold is biting your skin, when everybody who passes you either crosses the road or looks for a chance to plant a dagger in your back and you have to fight for your survival every day.
To be lost is not a nice feeling, and not one you easily can get rid of.
He tries to imagine his past, but everything he comes up with seems false. He doesn't know how he has the will to continue. He draws from the nothing to keep his feet moving. It's just something in his head, whispering to him that death is not an option. And it never will be. He has to live because there is someone that needs him. He doesn't know their face, their voice or even their name. He thinks he used to, but he can't remember now.
If it's dark behind you, dark before you and dark right where you stand, do you really have to keep walking?
John Rider will never find his way back home.
A/N First I had Alex as character but I decided that it would be more... powerful if I decided to have someone else you didn't except.
Again I haven't abandoned Night Of The Hunter. It's just on hiatus. I am planing to publish another story called Unknown Soldier, a two-shot, so look out for it!
I hate snow and ice AND I hate the National tests!
The first upload got fucked up so hope this one works!