Prologue
It started with the end.
The end of lives, the end of sanity.
The end of Reality itself.
The vast summer sun had long since faded hours before, but that did not stop them from wondering.
They promised they would be home by sundown. They had left the night before, but it seemed like they had been gone for decades.
A boy played with his rubber ball, a bit of compensation to pass the time and despite his age he enjoyed the simple treasure. He batted his long lashes, the eyes that went with them blue and bright with an unnamed longing. The boy himself appeared to be twelve, small for his age but handsome indeed. His ivory complexion was something to be envied, the stark, pale color against the fairness of his auburn hair, but not once did he seem to notice the looks he had gotten from the few pedestrians on the sidewalk. For he was occupied with his simple treasure, as well as waiting for them to come home.
They were late, which was unusual...
A figure inside glazed over the window to check up on the boy outside. Of course he would be outside with that embarrassing trinket of his. Such a quiet boy had a penchant for childish adventures and even more childish toys. The one inside raised their delicate fingertips to turn the page of their favorite book. It took place in a castle, with plump pink princesses and handsome princes with large, shiny swords and a hunger for romance. Flowers would line that castle and the readers mind flourished with pink pastels and dainty lilacs. It was, respectively, a childish girl dream.
And of course, within those dainty lilacs and pink pastels lay a decaying corpse with the owners head severed off and scraped at the face, revealing utmost blood and gore described by the author in such a way one would be uncomfortable.
The reader smiled once again, turning the page as she happily continued. Murder was a beautiful thing in her eyes, although she would never commit one, the thought itself in movies and storybooks and things that she read on the news seemed to dazzle her mind with vivid imaginations and quite a laughter. The girl pushed back her hair, which lay pin straight if not for the two large curls on each side of her face. Her eyes, if not like the boy's, were cast with green.
One could say that green was the color of envy, but it also is the color of nature; soft, natural, if not the least bit forgiving to the people who inhibit this planet. Forgiving for what, is the question though.
“Are you worried?” A voice cut through the air; thick air, if you must.
“Worried? About what exactly?”
The first voice was silent for a while; the owner had shut their mouth, much too polite to bite back. The ladder shrugged down to the bottom of her chair.
“Look, I'm sure mom and dad are coming home soon. There was some kind of incident back at the hotel they stayed at. Maybe they were held up because of that. You shouldn't worry, Horizon.”
'Horizon' shook his head, his hair swishing along with his movements, too long bangs irritated his eyes.
“Either way, you should get your little brother from the porch. It's starting to get too dark.”
The girl retaliated, causing the other to flinch, but scold her back. After a few minutes of absorbing her punishment, she stomped outside to fetch her brother. It was such a task for her the boy who came walking inside the house looked irritated, sending obvious distaste to the older male. Horizon returned the favor.
“Is dinner almost done?” The girl asked as she returned to her seat. Eyes glance upon the grandfather clock to show the time.
Nine thirty. A little too late for dinner for most people, but it was only for a few days. They were waiting.
“I'm guessing so, the food needs to cool for a little bit longer. Lyric, would you help me with the table?” The smaller boy nodded, padding towards the dining room and the larger following suit.
Lyric did not speak, but his eyes spoke for him as he glanced miserably at the two lone chairs sitting at the end of the table. It was where their parents usually sat and discussed events. Where they looked at their three beautiful children and spoke of how grateful they were to have them. Where they last sat the day they left for vacation.
Horizon pet his head tenderly, to soothe both him and the atmosphere in the house. Where did this dead air come from anyway?
“Are you hungry?” A nod.
“We should eat now then. It might be a little hot. Maybe Hazelle-”
“Horizon! Lyric! There's a bunch of police cars outside, lets go see! Maybe someone was killed down the street!”
The boys both worried at the situation and frustrated at their sister for her twisted imagination, headed outside. Many other neighbors were outside as well, both curious and frightened.
“What's going on?” Lyric picked up his toy ball, squeezing it in an attempt to calm himself. As the oldest, Horizon stepped down from the porch, hoping to end the curiosity and secret despair inside of him. He had a feeling, and he hoped to the Almighty that it was just a feeling, nothing more.
Hazelle curled her delicate fingers, worried but at the same time excited. Nothing like this usually happened in rich neighborhoods like theirs. Maybe she can have a look at the person.
Maybe she could even be told the whole story.
Maybe-
Her excitement died then. An aura of doom engulfed her; ominous and horrible. It frightened even her, and no matter what she did the feeling did not shake off.
What was this sign?
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