Disclaimer: Well, now that I got over that bitch of writer's cock-block, I'll give you this. Enjoy darlings.
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The old man was on the stoop again today. Yelling at anyone who dared to pass, shouting profanities before working himself into tears. Tawdry street gossip was as gullible with his history as with who is sleeping with whom. Some said he was once a great actor, that lured thousands of patrons a week away from the glamour and splendor from the inner City and into the dirty burrows. Others claimed that he was once the head of the guard, but that the murder of his family by radicals pushed him to insanity. One story even maintained that he was the last known child of a human and a Swan, which the Royals had experimented on in hopes of finding the cures for several ailments – and that he finally escaped with the help of a young Royal who later lost her life.
Whatever his story, the brain fever had forever erased it from his memory, taking with it any coherent thought and leaving in its wake incessant gibberish.
Most passersby would walk around him, giving as much space as possible for as little interaction as possible. On any other day he would be just the same as they, avoiding the ramblings of an old man – but today something was off. Different. Perhaps it was the prophetic words of a madman. Perhaps it was the pull of an Otherworldly destiny. Perhaps it was the curiosity that so willingly killed the cat. Perhaps it was –
-You! Thaddeus Gammelthorpe! Woe unto you and yours for the pain your humanity will cause!-
Perhaps it was that the crazy, homeless man knew his name.
Making his way the man waving his arms frantically above his white-haired head, the young man was amazed at the strength with which the frail hand grabbed his wrist.
-Beware the Full Moon, the Harbinger of Death arrives with the pale of the Full Moon! Base desires shall be your doom!-
Wiggling free from his tight grasp, the man squirmed until he had arranged himself a minimum of three feet away. The older man kept shouting profanities and warnings, quoting scriptures the passersby had never heard, from a book they didn't know. He let the young man stumble away, eyes half crazed with memories and visions he could see but not articulate, the silver pendant around his neck burning into the skin on his chest. The raven haired, doomed man rushed away quickly, pulling out a cigarette and a packet of matches as he headed for the theatre.
He was unaware of the dark destiny that was barreling towards him in the form of a young woman; and the old man was powerless to warn him.
– Excerpt from a Thespian –