The Lost And Found

A Hero's Gamble

Tw: swearing

A black, weary figure stood motionless in the shadows of the dark, oak wood trees, grass smoothly grazed the bottoms of his kneecaps. Moonlight shone on the whites of his eyes. Branches swayed swiftly in the wind, scratching the back of his grey oversized hoodie. He peered out of the thick, lush trees only to find a small house perched on the edge of the cliff. The house had a dark exterior made of stones and concrete bricks. However, a bright light shone from inside the crystal clear windows. The front door creaked with every gush of wind that blew past. It is buried deep inside the woods isolated. Lumbers of wood chopped from the obvious stumps that stood close to the back of the house. He trudged toward the door, reaching for the glazed brass door knob. A slight tug sent the door flying open, allowing the intruder to come in. Paper work showered the floors. The windows buckled and whistles showered the house from the dark forest outside. Food scraps scattered along the kitchen bench and at least 10 different newspapers open on the dining room table. Each written with a distinct heading "Attack on Ko Reto". Ko Reto was a very big city located on the north of Hira. This city had been abandoned for many years after the outsiders had attacked and killed thousands, if not all of the people in that city. Loose floorboards creaked as the intruder tried to work his way around the tiny house, eventually finding his way to the study. He rummaged around, desperate to find the one thing he had been looking for until... Bang! A shot was fired. Windows shattered and a breeze of the forest outside chilled the house. The noise sent him into shock as he stood there emotionless and frozen. The intruder turned slowly only to find an old man holding out a tiny black gun towards his head. The man had a slight hunched back with a pastel blue checked shirt sticking out of his belted up black pants. His spine crawled with a cold shock.

"What are you doing here?" the man questioned grabbing the gun with two violently shaking hands. His hands were wrinkled and frail, they also had cut marks as though he had been slavering away at something but his nail beds were finely cut as if he had got them professionally done.

"I'll shoot you right in the head this time". He continues. The intruder stays silent allowing him to collect his clustered thoughts and stay calm. He slowly paces to the corner of the plain beige room and stares the old man directly in his eyes. Silence filled the room, they both stared unknowing of what had just happened.

"WHO ARE YOU!?" the man yells as he pulls the trigger slowly, waiting for the reply of this un- known figure.

"Milo" the intruder replied, a smirk appearing across his face. He stroked the dust off of the wooden desk and lifted his finger starring intensely at the grey lump before brushing it off onto his dark hoodie. Milo wore his dark hoodie with black pants that flow down to his ankles and shoes that looked as though they were distinctively painted a bright white colour.

"Now if you don't mind, I'd like to keep my head in tacked thank you" Milo says, removing the hood from his face revealing dark brown hair and emerald green eyes, his hair brushed against his eyebrows that were shaped in a smoldering sort of way.

"Wh-what do you want from here?" The old man stumbles upon his words.

"What I want?" Milo replies walking over to the mans side, he raps his arm around the mans shoulders and talks as if they had known each other forever.

"I want...." He looks up around the wall covered in books. Each neatly stored in line with each other. His eyes narrowed as he tried to spot out exactly what he was looking for.

"That book. Up there on the shelf". Milo pointed at a bright red book up on the second shelf above the desk. The book was old but kept in good care and had a bright red cover with matte black stitching over the spine. It was held in a glass case perched at the top of the dark oak brown book shelf. The shelf seemed newly hand made which explained the cut marks earlier.