PROLOGUE
"I'm sorry...we tried our best..."
"Doctor...are you sure!? T-this...t-this can't be true...I don't believe this! Why her? WHY HER? That blasted newborn of mine! If only he wasn't born so early! Fucking lil runt...grr.. I wanna kill him! Throw him out a window...what good is he to me anymore?"
"Calm down sir! You are still in a hospital! Do NOT throw your child out a window! I will have to report you for threatening your child like that if you do not leave your child out of this, you will leave the hospital immediately. We will contact you soon about your wife."
"Bloody murder! That's what it was! Fucking leave me alone woman. I'm stayin' right here...I ain't moving nowhere!"
"If that is the case, you will have to behave yourself. Many of our patients need their rest, and will not tolerate your constant outbursts."
"I thought I told you to leave me alone! AHH!!"
25-year-old Nicholas Dincht was devastated, sad and angry at the same time. Pushing everyone in his way to the side, he ran out of the hospital. Blinded by tears, he ran until he could run no more, until his legs felt like they were burning like fire, until he felt like he could breathe no more...
When he could finally see again, he found himself standing in front of the beach on a cliff high overhead. He looked out towards the sea, at the setting ball of fire, and found all the natural wonders to be so...cold. He looked down towards the rocky bottom. He smiled to himself, and found the sharp edges...welcoming. He was about to step off the cliff to his death when he heard a shrill scream pierce the cool air.
Nicholas whirled around to face the owner of the voice, and found a young girl being threatened by a man not much older than himself. He crouched low in the bushes to remain hidden. The man he saw was wearing a long black trench coat, with matching black boots, t-shirt and jeans. The man's bright blonde hair stood out among his clothes and in his large hand, he held a sleek black pistol.
"Shut up ya scrawny lil twerp...ya really think you can get away with what ya know? *smirk....Ya crawled into this hole, n' you're gonna git yerself out on your own. Say hi to the bloody devil for me pumpkin..."
He gave her a sly wink, raised his two fingers in a mocking salute, cocked his gun, and prepared to shoot. Just as he pulled the trigger, Nicholas jumped out of the bushes and body slammed the man off his feet. The gun was knocked out of his hands. Nick ran and lunged for it, but not before he was punched in the gut. He rolled over in the sand, clutching his stomach in pain and wincing at the same time. His attacker loomed overhead, and was about to deal another blow but before he could, Nicholas got him first. He took him down with him, and the pair rolled around in the sand, punching and strangling each other. Nicholas was having his breath cut short; his body was pinned down on the floor. He reached around for anything hard to hit his attacker's head, a rock or something, and found the gun instead. He fired the round just as his vision started getting blurry. The shot rang loud and clear, and once again, the girl screamed in fear.
"Shh...it's okay...he's gone now. He...won't bother you...anymore. I just...checked his...pulse...he's dead. I think...it'd be best if...you called...the...police right...about now. Don't...worry; I'll...still be here...I ain't...running...away blondie..."
With that, the girl nodded and ran to the road to signal a driver.
His breath came in short gasps, and even then, he still had trouble breathing. He tried regulating his breathing; make his heartbeat consistent again. Nicholas watched the girl run off, and then turned his attention back on the man he just killed. He felt no remorse, no pity, after killing the man. After all the fighting of wars and missions he had gone through, no death was significant to the veteran fighter unless it was the death of someone close to you. He used to be afraid after killing someone; now, he could just brush it off and continue doing whatever. He truly believed in the quote "Do unto others as they would do unto you."
Blinking away the blood dripping from his forehead over his eye, he picked up the gun and had that lonely feeling again. Suddenly, the thought of a bullet going through his head and blowing his brains out felt so...welcoming. He thought of everyone and everything in his life; 'Why not, Elyena isn't here anymore. My baby boy is a stupid little bastard. I have no reason to stay here anymore. What good is this world to me?' He lifted the gun to his temple, closed his eyes...'I'll see you soon Elyena...' and pulled the trigger, one...last...time...
~~~MOMENTS LATER...AT THE HOSPITAL...~~~
"Aww...poor little bugger. Losing both of your parents in one day. Don't you worry...Ol' Gramps is here. I'll take good care of you..."
Baby Zell slowly blinked his baby blue eyes and gurgled softly before falling fast asleep in the baby room inside the hospital while his Grandfather looked overhead, guarding his grandson outside by the glass window...
"I'm sorry...we tried our best..."
"Doctor...are you sure!? T-this...t-this can't be true...I don't believe this! Why her? WHY HER? That blasted newborn of mine! If only he wasn't born so early! Fucking lil runt...grr.. I wanna kill him! Throw him out a window...what good is he to me anymore?"
"Calm down sir! You are still in a hospital! Do NOT throw your child out a window! I will have to report you for threatening your child like that if you do not leave your child out of this, you will leave the hospital immediately. We will contact you soon about your wife."
"Bloody murder! That's what it was! Fucking leave me alone woman. I'm stayin' right here...I ain't moving nowhere!"
"If that is the case, you will have to behave yourself. Many of our patients need their rest, and will not tolerate your constant outbursts."
"I thought I told you to leave me alone! AHH!!"
25-year-old Nicholas Dincht was devastated, sad and angry at the same time. Pushing everyone in his way to the side, he ran out of the hospital. Blinded by tears, he ran until he could run no more, until his legs felt like they were burning like fire, until he felt like he could breathe no more...
When he could finally see again, he found himself standing in front of the beach on a cliff high overhead. He looked out towards the sea, at the setting ball of fire, and found all the natural wonders to be so...cold. He looked down towards the rocky bottom. He smiled to himself, and found the sharp edges...welcoming. He was about to step off the cliff to his death when he heard a shrill scream pierce the cool air.
Nicholas whirled around to face the owner of the voice, and found a young girl being threatened by a man not much older than himself. He crouched low in the bushes to remain hidden. The man he saw was wearing a long black trench coat, with matching black boots, t-shirt and jeans. The man's bright blonde hair stood out among his clothes and in his large hand, he held a sleek black pistol.
"Shut up ya scrawny lil twerp...ya really think you can get away with what ya know? *smirk....Ya crawled into this hole, n' you're gonna git yerself out on your own. Say hi to the bloody devil for me pumpkin..."
He gave her a sly wink, raised his two fingers in a mocking salute, cocked his gun, and prepared to shoot. Just as he pulled the trigger, Nicholas jumped out of the bushes and body slammed the man off his feet. The gun was knocked out of his hands. Nick ran and lunged for it, but not before he was punched in the gut. He rolled over in the sand, clutching his stomach in pain and wincing at the same time. His attacker loomed overhead, and was about to deal another blow but before he could, Nicholas got him first. He took him down with him, and the pair rolled around in the sand, punching and strangling each other. Nicholas was having his breath cut short; his body was pinned down on the floor. He reached around for anything hard to hit his attacker's head, a rock or something, and found the gun instead. He fired the round just as his vision started getting blurry. The shot rang loud and clear, and once again, the girl screamed in fear.
"Shh...it's okay...he's gone now. He...won't bother you...anymore. I just...checked his...pulse...he's dead. I think...it'd be best if...you called...the...police right...about now. Don't...worry; I'll...still be here...I ain't...running...away blondie..."
With that, the girl nodded and ran to the road to signal a driver.
His breath came in short gasps, and even then, he still had trouble breathing. He tried regulating his breathing; make his heartbeat consistent again. Nicholas watched the girl run off, and then turned his attention back on the man he just killed. He felt no remorse, no pity, after killing the man. After all the fighting of wars and missions he had gone through, no death was significant to the veteran fighter unless it was the death of someone close to you. He used to be afraid after killing someone; now, he could just brush it off and continue doing whatever. He truly believed in the quote "Do unto others as they would do unto you."
Blinking away the blood dripping from his forehead over his eye, he picked up the gun and had that lonely feeling again. Suddenly, the thought of a bullet going through his head and blowing his brains out felt so...welcoming. He thought of everyone and everything in his life; 'Why not, Elyena isn't here anymore. My baby boy is a stupid little bastard. I have no reason to stay here anymore. What good is this world to me?' He lifted the gun to his temple, closed his eyes...'I'll see you soon Elyena...' and pulled the trigger, one...last...time...
~~~MOMENTS LATER...AT THE HOSPITAL...~~~
"Aww...poor little bugger. Losing both of your parents in one day. Don't you worry...Ol' Gramps is here. I'll take good care of you..."
Baby Zell slowly blinked his baby blue eyes and gurgled softly before falling fast asleep in the baby room inside the hospital while his Grandfather looked overhead, guarding his grandson outside by the glass window...