Ivan walked in slow strides, his mind elsewhere. He wandered blindly through the busy streets of Moscow. Tired eyes watching where his feet hit. The rain had slicked his hair to his face and water dribbled down his cheeks. He was thinking of what an old man said at the bar he worked at earlier. That you will see color when you met your soulmate. He also had said that the color would drain if your soulmate were to die. What a bunch of bull crap! Even if soulmates existed, how could just seeing them fix your eyesight?! But even though he told himself that, he still couldn't get it off his mind. It was buzzing around inside his brain, a mystery that wanted to be answered!
He was so lost in thought he didn't notice that he had turned down a random alley. And that he wasn't alone. When he was snapped back into thought it was by shouting. He hid behind an ironically placed trashcan and watched around the edge as a man in a hoodie shouted at another person. He couldn't see the person, but he could tell it was male. Suddenly the other person moved a bit and Ivan's eyes widened. He was so handsome! Even when Ivan couldn't see his face, he just knew it. The other person had to have been handsome! He couldn't really tell what they were saying, although one seemed to be speaking a European language he knew he had heard before, he just couldn't place it. What he could place was the European seeming guy's hand sliding into his pocket.
Ivan was about to dive out from behind the trashcan and tackle the man out of the way, but he was too late. The European whipped out a gun, cocked it, and shot. The person was so quick, he even seemed to startle the handsome man. The man stumbled back, blood beginning to rush from his gut. He opened his mouth to speak but blood flowed from it and all the came out was a gurgled noise. The European seemed horrified himself, his hand flying to his mouth. He then ran from the collapsing male. Just as he was collapsing he turned slightly and his eyes met Ivan's and...Ivan's world burst into swirling pictures of beauty that his eyes had never seen before…with what could only be described as 'color'. He felt his heart flutter and leap, his mind telling him to call help for the man creating a puddle of...what was the name of it...red? Yes he was very sure it was called red. A puddle of red blood on the ground. And he did he called the special number while rushing to the man's side and shushing him. "Please...do not die. Not yet. I just saw color. Don't die." Ivan hissed softly to the man, hot steamy tears running down his face as he lifted him up and held him to his chest to prevent the other from choking, like the operator had told him to do. The man gurgled a bit before finally being able to form words. "Y-you know...y-you look g-good in color..." Ivan watched in growing horror as the light faded from the man's eyes. As his chest stopped rising and falling. He watched as the color he was starting to love faded before his vary eyes. He watched as the man he was supposed to get to know and love slowly died. As the once vibrant red that stained Ivan's jacket now turned to a shade of gray. He knew he would never forget the color he saw that day, and he swore to track down his soulmates killer.
Mia u wanted angst and I delivered now stop calling me 'Bab'.