• NightSlash Draft
    by ~flarex23

    NightSlash Draft Speed-Writing


    Flare did'nt know why, But he found himself caught in a trance. He stood in the park, staring at the beautiful reflection of the moon light. He looked down from the moon towards the sleeping ocean. The water created a rhythmic passive wave of liquid that would hit the edge of the pier Flare was gazing out from. He followed the trace of the moon's luminance and transitioned into a new stunning image, The Bridge. The work of its perfect metallic structure with a luster reflecting the snowy painted moon was beautiful. To top it off, The bridge had a layer of lights to help exterminate darkness, reflecting its true beauty in the night. The lights of the bridge welcomed colors into the dark background and helped create a masterpiece, a picture that He witnessed being created. The midnight sky would animate in motion, and Clouds casually dancing with the stars above.

    After a moments notice Flare was called by a Familiar voice. He turned back to notice both his mom and dad waving back at him, signalling to meet back with them. At first, He was skeptical and looked back one last time, as if saying goodbye. He then approached his parents with a hint of disappointment "Are leaving?..." He asked trying to sound convincing to stay longer.

    His hopes were neglected by his father who answered "Yeah we can take the train just minutes away from here" while pointing north towards the city. Flare pouted in a childish adorable way. His mom took Flare's feeling about leaving into consideration. She smiled and suggested " We can actually walk home, and enjoy the Night". Flare swiftly nodded in agreement, And His Dad had no motive to argue back.

    They all exchanged glances with one another and smiled at each other happily. Flare quickly was hit with curiosity when he decided to ask his mother something "Mother?" He said softly. She quickly turned her head to Flare to catch her son's full attention "yes?" she answered back. Flare smiled towards her and asked "Why's the night so beautiful" he then looked up at the bright stars which lit like the lights of a christmas tree.

    Flare's dad answered the question quickly "because they'res no idiots awake to mess up its beauty". Flare smiled at the answer, followed by His mom. It was not long until the three laughed together in the park, sharing laughter and happiness. They laughed and had a moment to forget about all that concerned them in reality. When everyone stopped laughing Flare's mom then answered "He's right".

    "They're are no idiots awake out hear, It's just us", Her choice of words were well picked. Each family member looked at each other and without communication all hugged dearly.

    It was that moment that Flare was called back into reality. He awoke finding himself surrounded by his same room filled with solitude. The sounds of the alarm ringing in his head seemed to have annoyed him the most. He looked around his room as if expecting to find someone waiting to wish him good morning.

    It was no surprise no one would do so, He turned his body over the bed facing the annoying ringing alarm clock. Without hesitation he formed a fist and hit the off button acerbically. He felt good about himself being able to hit something with such aggression, but his appeal died quickly as he sluggishly got up from bed.

    He slowly walked out his room towards the bathroom with the thought of his dream in his head. "Just us...?" He questioned in his own mind. While stepping in the shower and getting ready he then commented, "More like, Just Me" he said putting emphasis on himself.

    Flare had a secret hatred to his own pessimism, He felt It was him being conceited and always tried to counter with a positive thought. To his disappointment He did not have any positive thoughts on this topic. " Am I supposed to be happy I'm alone?" He told himself before stepping out of the shower. After drying himself up He walked back to his messy room.

    Seemed since they're were no adults in his apartment to tell him to clean his room, the motivation to do so has died as well. He quickly reached inside his closet pulling out clothing that stood out to him. He took out a shirt that was dark gray, and jeans.

    He quickly fitted them on "Besides I'm doing good myself..." He said, lying to himself. He ignored the topic all together, putting on his shoes quickly. Then walked towards the mirror on his closet and smiled at his own reflection while fixing his shirt . "Yeah Flare, You are Good" he told himself.

    He left his empty room with a smile on his way down the hall. Right before leaving the kitchen he took a glimpse of the clock above his kitchen counter. He froze in place noticing the time, 9:30 am !! He quickly rushed himself towards the door, He leaned down while walking to pick up his book bag and swung it around to wear it on his back. Before walking out He took his keys which were hung next to the door, and then got out of the house.

    He walked away from the door, put his keys on his pockets and started heading downstairs from the second floor. He glanced over to the windows of his neighbors house and quickly caught glimpse of a girl peering out her window. Before He could recognize her as someone she rushed quickly to cover her window with the protection of her curtains.

    Flare frowned and thought "Still scared...?". Paying no mind He was quickly walking on the sidewalk on his route to his destination. walked down his path noticing the usual, the methodical everyday sightings... He noticed the deserted streets, the existence of no pedestrians.

    He glanced upwards to a window to an apartment complex, and noticed someone looking out their window right back at Flare. Flare turned back to the direction he was heading, with no idea of how to react about being watched. He was used to this sort of tension though, Everyday was the same. Many people were scared to walk out into the streets, Most students would wait to be escorted by a security bus, to ensure safety in the streets.

    Flare yawned while we walked by an alley. immediately he noticed the desperate shuffling between gang members to cover what business they were trading. Flare walked by as if this was nothing, and seemed to avoid trouble once again.

    He turned on Lawrence Street around the corner making a left. While walking farther he noticed the graffitee to his left on the wall. Big bubble letters with colorful combinations to form a urban style of art. Words would be read such as "Goon Territory" "Gangs Over Cops" "Criminal or Noone". Flare showed no reaction towards these words.

    He had this feeling of being watched, which was probably true knowing current times. If Flare seemed to show any negative feedback towards ruling criminals he could find himself in a tough situation, forcing him to fight back, with expertise.

    Flare shook his head denying that approach, He wanted to make a clear distinguishment between a normal life and an assassin's life, and continued on his way walking. 2 character's caught his attention as he watched while still advancing to his destination.

    He noticed one was a medium sized, around 18 year old boy was stopped by what seems to be... An officer? Flare was surprised, Police, Law enforcement for that matter were rare in streets. Flare watched the situation progress to see if the appearance of an officer was a good one.

    He noticed the officer had controlled the criminal to force his hands in the air and to stand still. While the officer had the criminal contained he stepped closer with a gun pointed towards the back of the bandits head to ensure lock down. Flare was impressed the officer's bravery, to stand up to a criminal and attempt to bring justice.

    It was very common for police to not interfere with gangs, due to the large increasing numbers of criminal's as opposed to the small supported force of Law enforcement. Flare watched along with other curious people who peered from their windows seeing what would be the end result.

    Flare focused on the body language of both people, He noticed the goon shaking, nervously... But he glanced at the officer to find him not looking so tranquil himself. Flare watched with anticipation. He had an expectation for the officer to win, but also hoped for the criminal to win, For his Sake anyway.

    Tension rose as the officer seemed to verbally explain something to the criminal. Police had a tendency of discussing the rights of a captured suspect. He criminal nodded at whatever the cop was verbally demonstating. The cop took a moment to reach in his pocket, Seemed to be looking for hand cuffs to sustain the criminal.

    The bandit turned his head which caught the officer into astonishment. The criminal grabbed the wrist of the officer which held the gun. Several gun shots were heard echoing into the deserted streets, each shot missing its target. The bandit then took no chances forcing the policeman to keep his gun stable as he quickly kicked away the fire arm from his hand.

    The officer recklessly threw punches towards the bandit. Bandit smirked weaving threw each hit and avoiding a hit. The officer then attempted a high kick aimed for the Bandits head. The bandit leaned back to avoid the officer's arch of the foot. Flare was impressed by the combat experience of the criminal.

    The criminal quickly charged at the officer to throw him off balance forcing him to jump to the ground. While the officer hit the ground, the bandit rushed away picking up the dropped pistol and started dashing down the road. The officer joined the chase but was clearly out run.

    Flare was confused and walked slower. These tactics of close quarters combat that the criminal showed, were advanced tactics most police were aware of. The fact the criminal was able to counter a officer at his own field of combat just did not add up. This officer was inexperienced, or not fit for the job. Yet this was a common attribute for police now a days, Which promoted the growth of crime Rate.

    Police sirens were heard over Flare's shoulder forcing him to look back. Back up? Flare seemed to find hope for the officer at catching the criminal. He watched as the car skidded recklessly and zigzag'd around the road. Great Police are insufficent in combat, And bad drivers?

    The police cruiser zoomed past the officer and slowed down near the jogging bandit from earlier. The bandit peered through the window noticing the driver. The police car stopped, and the bandit opened the passenger seat to get in. After closing the door, the police car started speeding away, leaving only Flare and the panting officer behind the empty streets.

    In the end the criminals in general had gotten away again. Flare was more confident to walk as the situation subsided. He passed by the panting officer who looked up to notice him. "Hey...". He had no choice and turned towards the officer as if not noticing him before. What does he want? He thought to himself. He shared no fear for the officer, What the criminal had performed earlier were low levels of combat compared to what He was capable of. Though He kept his impression as a "normal boy".

    "Why are you out here?..." the officer said still breathing heavily.

    Flare smiled innocently and purposely looked nervous. "I'm sorry officer, I woke up late today and.. I can't afford to be absent again!" He said hoping to receive sympathy. He remembered they're was a new law just passed down to justify for current changes. Minors found outside streets after 8:15 are subject to arrest... He could not afford to let this happen.

    Flare tried to use pathos, an emotional connection to make the officer let him off. "Oh I see, I understand... but"