Hey there everybody, welcome back for an Interlude! Apologies to those who were expecting the next story chapter, but I do this thing after every arc.
As always, I'd like to thank everyone who left a review last chapter! Thank you MagisterShiryu, jin0uga, Nordlending, The Novice Storyteller, Baoh joestar and nooene297!
I spent most of last chapter positioning our cast, knowing that the concluding chapter would lead into the next arc. So, expect next chapter to pick up immediately after where we left off.
Alright, on with the interlude!
The Night
It's late at night and sleep continues to elude The Man with burnt orange hair and graying temples. The children have all gone to bed and the woman he loved was now slumbering peacefully by his side, her lite snore like a melody to his ears. And yet, The Man still cannot sleep.
So, then The Man pulls himself out of bed, careful not to disturb his wife. He tip toes out the room, past the children's room. He stops momentarily, popping his head in through the open doorway, finding them all sprawled out, but nonetheless, tuckered out after a day spent running wild throughout the home.
After checking on the children, The Man walks through the house. With all the inhabitants asleep, The Man couldn't help but feel a cold empty chill as he roamed about. He entered the living room and took a seat on the couch and stared blankly at the inert television mounted on the wall.
This hasn't been the first time The Man had roamed aimlessly through his home, he doubts this will be the last. This is his routine, he thinks to himself, as he resigns himself to another lonely night.
In search of solace, he reaches out for the coffee table, claiming the remote. With the push of a button, he switches on the television and with another, he reduces the volume as not to disturb his family.
The twenty four hour news cycle is The Man's only company, his only distraction from his wandering mind. The anchormen and women on the screen debate amongst themselves about some scandal, something about one of Vale's councilmen and his taking bribes. The Man watches, trying his best not to think. He just wishes to sit, to zone out and never wander. To endure another lonely night without those invading thoughts of his.
But, even great kingdoms fall and every show must cut to commercial break. So then, The Man was alone once more, without another voice to tether himself to. And like a dark bleakness, the memories of days past begin to creep upon him.
He's there again, there in Vale. Amongst the Huntsmen and Huntresses, alongside the men, women and children who'd never seen violence before in their lives. The Grimm are nipping at their heels and The Man feels powerless. To his left, the Atlesian Knights turn with sinister glowing red visors, and to his right, the civilians they cut down.
It's endless, this gory routine that The Man must relive. That night in Vale, that god awful night. The very same night they teach to his kids in school, the one they know their Father lived through and ask questions of. The Man wants to forget that day and the horrors he witnessed, as well as the horrors he'd seen since then.
He's back in the city streets, fending of The Grimm while a mighty Dragon soars overhead, raining down destruction and toppling high rise buildings. Its dust clouds and brimstone, hellfire at his heels.
The Man's high up atop a building, his best mat by his side as they fought against two whom they'd believed to be friends. And then he's in the air, high up above clouds and the Airbuses, higher than the Griffons and the Nevermores. And then he's crashing back into the ground, poised to relive it all again.
But the station returns, snapping The Man from his thoughts. He resumes his spectation, watching the so called experts trade their comments, all the while the night continues.
If this interlude has done anything, it's showcased at least how ark the next story arc is going to be, as well as showcased a certain individual's home life. So, yeah.
Next chapter wont come out until sometime next week. I'm sort of busy right now.
Until next time dear reader! Later days!
