Caesar

PROLOGUE

1904

Tall building now down on the ground. Temples, churches all in ruins. The bright sky, cloudless with even the sun missing, just bare.

On such an unusual day, the silence is deafening. The breeze blows the green fruitless tree's leaves about. Only a flute is heard playing a melodious but silent tune.

The Flute player's footsteps echoes through the quiet street as his fingers run across the flute's holes playing his tune.

The tune plays sorrowfully as his pupils wander about, falling on various cold, pale and stiff bodies.

They lie down in masses, silent with mouths never to be opened again. The sound of various burning buildings collapsing as their walls blackens along with the sadistic tune he plays as he walks makes the atmosphere not as quiet as it was, but rather rowdy.

The footsteps cease as he stops, looking down at a body. He bends down kneeling before her. His hands cover her shoulders wrapping her up in his warm embrace.

The body of a pale but beautiful girl is wrapped in his embrace. Her pale cold body against his warm and beating chest. Tears fill his eyes making his view blurry yet refusing to fall down his dark masculine face.

His hands move touching her dark cheeks as her curly long African hair rests against his chest. Her lips are parted and her eyes stare blankly, looking but not seeing.

"I wished I had protected you!" A drop of tears finally falls down escaping his eyes and running down his cheeks.

Her eyes stare, with cold tears in them. Her stare is warm and in her eyes, there is a mixture of hope and disbelief. His hands touches her lids softly closing them as he pulls her cold rigid body towards his warm beating chest.

His pupils wonder away from her beautiful but pale face to the burning bush and to the bricks on the road, bricks from collapsed buildings and he observes the various bodies, they all had a similar look.

A grin appears on his face as he drops his flute down looking at the other bodies. They all looked afraid, utterly terrified, all except her.

As his pupils wonder, falling each time on various bodies, the body of a young girl with a huge mass of stone on her, the stone had red blood on it.

He stands up carrying with him the dark girl body. It is cold, heavy, stiff and most importantly lifeless as all the other bodies were, all except his.

A hand touches his shoulders as he faces her corpse, lifting it up.

He turns facing the owner, who mutters some words silently but audibly.
" I can save her!"

His eyes stare at the man then his stare shifts to two bodies. The first is the body of a beautiful woman who resembles him but she has a different color of hair, brown in color. Her beautiful Spanish features are highlighted even though they are pale. In her eyes, there is spite, hatred, fear and disbelief. Her hands are enclosed as if she is hugging herself, protecting herself.

The second is a man with dark black hair and glasses. Right through his chest is an iron rod with blood on it.

He stares back at the man coldly finally responding.

With authority in his voice, he says:

"You had better!"

WARNING:

THIS STORY IS VERY MATURE CONTAINING ADULT SCENES AND VIOLENT SCENES.

THE PROTAGONIST IS NOT A HERO BUT RATHER HE HAS VILLAINOUS TENDENCIES AND CHARACTERISTICS SO IF YOU ARE INTO HEROES AND CANNOT HANDLE A VILLAIN LEAD, IT MAY BE UNCOMFORTABLE OR EVEN A LITTLE BIT DISTURBING FOR YOU