Chapter 5
The clouds are sunny today, the world has been in peace since the human world's unification. All countries have been united under a single nation, before however world war three ravaged the entire globe. Leaving cities in runes and a death count well over the billions. This day takes us to the human world, the capitol of the Great United Nation. The president has declared this day a special day, it's been a five hundred years since the war. The person of interest however is a lowborn commoner from the ditches of old New York. Not all cities were rebuilt into its old glory, but built upon instead.
John Lockhart, a boy who was raised an orphan. Petty crime and smooth words is what got him his reputation as the mouse. Most people leave John alone as he always finds a way to get back at those who do him harm. He's an intelligent human, with above average skill. He currently resides in his home town, and lives in a small apartment he managed to break into. He's not fond of possession, thus leading him into only to have a small locket found in his crib when left behind at a dumpster.
John was already a young man, being only twenty-five he quickly realized life is flashing him by. He wanted to live, and to learn. The building he lives at was covered in modern day graffiti, windows shattered except a few. One of them was playing a loud tune, what humans like to call modern day music. Inside this apartment, nothing but a pile of mess was found; everything was torn. The wallpapers, floor and most furniture which was apparently still standing from the old days. In the bedroom, a faint sound came. Close to the door, you could look inside, seeing John laying on the bed. A female wrapped around his arms with his lips sealed on hers. His hands sliding all over her body, he took quick touches at certain places.
The female pushed his hands away "Not this time John". John tried harder to get to those places, pushing his hands underneath her clothes. The female's lips were still sealed on his, until his hands reached her breast. She backed off and slapped his face with a wide open palm. "You're disgusting did you know that, we just met a few hours ago and you're already trying to get in!" The female took her belongings and left for the door. John sighed and laid broadly on his bed. "Girls, they're all the same" John said jokingly. After spending a couple of minutes laying down, he took off from his bed; grabbing only his golden locket before leaving for the front door.
Leaving the house a tall man was standing at the end of the hallway. John found that strange, in the three weeks he lived here; he hasn't seen a single person. "Uhm….can I help you?" John asked while carefully moving to the staircase. The man, who was wrapped around a dark cloak slowly moved towards John, without saying words he slowly reached for his pocket. John knew what this meant, in this neighborhood it meant you were getting mugged. John quickly ran to the staircase door, and opened it without hesitation. As he opened the door, a figure of a tall man stood behind it. This was the exact same man, John froze for a little while; but his experience with dangers quickly got him back to reality. He turned around, only to find that the man was gone. How did he get to the door that quickly.
Without a second thought John ran across the corner into a different hallway. Strange enough, at the end of the hallway the exact same man stood. John knew something strange was happening, but he's seen enough movies to know he was in trouble. His body froze as he feared the worse, the hooded man approached even closer this time. Not a single word he spoke, John stepped two paces back until he bumped into someone. Turning around it was the same man, John turned his head quickly and indeed the man was gone from the end of the hallway and now appeared behind him. John let out a scream of surprise and fear as he fell on his behind. Staring inside the hood, John could see nothing but pure darkness.
"John Edward Lockhart, Your destiny is approaching. Choose wisely." The hooded man said, John panicked; but felt relieve that the man didn't ask for his wallet. John took a deep breath and blinked for just a second. The man disappeared, no trace of him anywhere. "Man, I need to drink less." John said. That was his way, knocking everything over as one big joke. The truth is John was afraid, he masks that fear with jokes and lame punch lines. This however, surprisingly didn't even freak John out. It was just as in his nightmares, you see John was having nightmare's lately of a different world. His first thought was that he was having alien dreams implanted into him, but no forum on the internet was taking him seriously. John left the apartment building without looking behind, a car was parked close by. John walked towards the car and smashed the window loudly, it was a abandoned lot; he doubted anyone would be near anyway.
Upon entering the car John tore the below part of the wheel off as he cut the wires beneath it. Messing around car engines is something John did as a boy, it's how he gets around town. The car refused to start a couple of times, but eventually the engine roared as the car started. A few thugs were standing in the corner watching John, but did nothing. John waved and let out a sarcastic little smile "Cya around mates" John said as he foot the pedal and drove away slowly. "Fuck you Mouse!" One of the thugs screamed behind him as he drove off.