I've had this story on my mind for the past 2 weeks, every night, before falling asleep. Last night I thought I just had to get the story down to words. At least the beginning of it, for now. I don't wanna tell to much of how the development will go, if I find the time and energy to continue the story.
I will put the story in a spoiler. Happy reading!
The narrow alley was dark, as He walked down, in the middle of the night. No lights. But that didn't matter to Him. For Him, this was good. No one to disturb Him on His way home. He had poor clothing, but not that it mattered to Him. The only thing on His mind right now, was to get home and do what He always does. Sleep. His steps were heavy, as He had no rush. And His eyes didn't look anywhere but the ground beneath Him. Not even when He started to hear some noise, coming from up ahead, did He react. The sound came closer, as He kept on walking. It started to become brighter, owing to the lights from the streets, as He got closer the end of the alley. In the sound of men grunting and laughing, He could now hear a woman sobbing, very quietly. He raised His gaze. Though, not so He could see what was going on. "Excuse me", He said. "You're standing between me and my home. Would you move out of the way?".
Ahead of Him were four, drunk-looking men and a woman. One of the men had his pants around his ankles, but his underwear was still in place. He held the woman in a firm grip around her wrist.
The woman had a beautiful, purple dress. Half-torn. Revealing a bit of her white bra. She looked young.
Her eyes were puffy and red from crying. They looked down on the ground, with an empty stare. It looked almost like she had given up. Her long, white hair looked messy, just like her makeup, which had made a dark, thin line, down to her beautiful cheeks. She looked up, still with an empty stare. He didn't look back. "Eh? What do you want?", said the man with his pants around his ankles, with a drunk, unsteady voice. "Can you just move?". One of the men draw a knife. "We can't have this dog ranting us out to the cops", the man with the knife said. There was no reaction from His side. The man holding the woman pulled his pants back up and snapped his belt. "Hold her, will ya?", he said with a commanding voice. The man approached Him. With a cocky look on his face, he said "Why don't you turn around, and get the hell out of here, before something bad happens to you, boy?". Even the man's voice sounded cocky now. "But my home is over there, and you are blocking my way", He said, nodding towards down the alley. He had an expressionless face. His eyes looked tired and almost without life. He looked even worse than the woman. "I don't think you heard me", said the man and raised his fist, ready to punch Him. "This is what happens when you don't listen", said the drunk man and moved his fist towards Him, with all his strength. But the punch did not land where the man intended to. Just before the man's fist met His face, He stopped him by grabbing the man's fist. 'Not too hard', He thought, as He pushed effortlessly the man back, who flew right in to a small wall sticking out, 10 meters back.
The mens eyes were wide open by now, looking almost afraid and like they didn't believe what they were seeing. For a few seconds they all stood still, like stone. The man with the knife launched towards Him, with knife first, shouting. But He didn't even move. As the knife hit His chest, the blade broke into pieces. "Wh-wh-wha…", stuttered the man and stepped back slowly, looking at the stump of a knife. "MONSTER", the men yelled and ran away.
The woman were on her knees, her arms hanging down, looking at Him. Her eyes were wide open, but no facial expression. It looked like she was in another world. He didn't even look her way, before He began walking again, down the alley. Though not far this time. After a few meters He stopped by some boxes standing by a trash can. One of the boxes were larger then normal and the end of a blanket stuck out. He went down on all four and crawled in. As He lay down to sleep, on the blanket, He puffed. 'Why?', He thought, as His eyelids close…
Meaningful comments of all kind are welcome! :)
Edit; There might be some spelling errors and/or grammar errors. This will be fixed when and if I continue the story.
I wrote some more. I am not the best writer, not even close, but I still hope someone finds it enjoyable. :)
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"No, I don't want to", He cried. The more He resisted, the more strength they, the men in white coats, used. "It's easier if we carry Him", said one of them. "Grab his legs". He kicked, screamed and cried. But no matter how hard He tried, they wouldn't let go. Down the white corridors, in to an all-white room they took Him. In the middle of the room was a bench. "Strap Him!". They put Him down on the bench, with no regards of being careful. Each one of them grabbed one limb each and strapped them. The feeling of being unable to move, or even do anything, again, made him cry even more. He shouted hysterical while trying to kick and move His arms, but all in vain. "Sedate Him!".
"Sedating subject", one of them said while sticking a needle in Him. He suddenly felt His strength fading and while quietly sobbing, His eyes closed.
'Wha-what's going on?'. He instantly opened His eyes. 'I-I was…'. 'Again, huh?', He thought, while opening and closing His hand in front of Himself. He sat up on the bedside, in a small room. Tiny as a storage. He puffed as He laid down on the bed again. 'Eh, what am I doing up?'. He felt the collar around His neck and closed His eyes.
He woke up chipping for breath and in a nervous movement, He instantly felt His neck. He took a deep breath of relief and closed his eyes again. 'A dream, huh?'.
Outside the box, it was already morning. But it didn't matter to Him. He has nothing to do anyway and He already ate late night. 'I should be fine for two, three days, then', He thought. 'Let's just sleep'.
As He was about to fall asleep, He heard someone walking up to the box, in heel shoes. The sound of the heels tapping the ground, stopped just outside His box. Whoever outside, knocked on the box. The knocks on the carton box were dull and light. "Yes?", He answered annoyingly. "Hello? Can you come out?". The voice was from a woman. Her voice was soft and her words were gently spoken. 'Who the hell is it?!', He thought, as He crawled out. Outside was the woman from last night, in a red coat. Her hair and makeup looked a lot better now. He stood up. "What is it?", He asked, with an annoying tone in His voice. "Uhm… I wanted to thank you for yesterday. For saving me.", she said. "If you like, I-". "Just so we're clear: I don't like people", He said, interrupting her. She looked at the box. Not with judging eyes, but with sad ones. With a firm, but gentle voice she asked; "Do you live here?". She placed her hand on the carton box. "Yes". "Why?". She now looked at Him with those sad eyes. It didn't affect Him at all. He still had the same expressionless face. "Where else? I said I don't like people. And they never come here". He looked down at the ground and leaned His back against the brick wall. She took a step closer. "Stop right there. I don't want you too near", He said, still looking down at the ground. She gently reached out her hand. "Please just let…".
Her voice disappeared. A flashback of a man in a white coat appeared in His head. "I just want to help you", the man said.
"… me help-". "Shut up!!", He shouted. She jumped back in shock. He looked at her with angry eyes. "Just leave me alone". She looked frightened. But she noticed that the stare in His eyes gradually changed. They were no longer angry. They looked even more frightened than hers. As they looked down, she saw an unbelievable amount of pain mixed in together with the fear. She let her guard down. "It's alright.", she said softly. "I won't-".
Same man in the white coat, appeared in His thoughts. "I won't hurt you". The man's voice was almost playful.
"-hurt you.". "LEAVE ME ALONE!", He screamed as he punched a deep hole in the brick wall. He turned His head towards her. Like an angry wolf, his teeth were showing. "I- I'm sorry. Thank you for saving me last night", she said as she turned around and started walking. She stopped just before she turned around the corner and looked His way. His eyes were closed, but tears came from them. 'I will help you somehow', she thought. And as she walked away, she couldn't help it but let some tears out herself.
