VIDINE

Chapter 4

Waking up once more but not in vain or pain anymore, he opened his eyes and lifted himself up from the cold floor, taking easy steps and leaning against the wall for support, he walked towards the window inside the small room and looked outside to the now new world, buildings in flames out faraway into the distance and screams to be heard from every end and start of a road. It was like hell but now on earth, or.. Heaven? He thought, looking outside once more until he noticed a pair of eyes that reflected themselves from the window, it was that same angel that had attacked him before, he quickly turned and went for a dodge roll once more, only to be left dumbfound due to the angel not attacking him, it was also looking out from the window. 

The angel walked closer and closer to the window, it's ribs open again and now a head emerging from it's stomach, it yelled, loudly, shattering the glass and jumping out from the room to land onto the hard concrete for it to only run away screaming, headed towards the tall buildings in the distance. Huh, odd, he walked to the now broken window and glanced down, it must have been at least a few story high drop, no way in hell he could make it. But then again, he did just heal earlier from something he thought he'd die from, should he try?

Fuck it, he saw a balcony only a few feet down from him, it'd be easy enough to jump there and then cascade down somehow, he took a leap towards the balcony and grabbed onto the railing, only for it to be slippery due to blood and ending up in him falling down the rest of the building, head against the concrete in a matter of seconds and his brains splattered across the side walk like how you'd see a snail dead after someone rode over it with a bike. But just like before, he healed, letting out a muffled scream as his face regenerated in seconds, the blood tissues and muscles turning into skin and blood that boiled down his face turned into his own drool. 

He gasped for air and quickly stood up, looking around and feeling his body with his hands while his gaze was darted up from where he fell, the parking lot was completely empty with cars exactly like the parking lot, empty. No people nor angels, good. He started walking forward between the badly parked cars and looked trough the windows for any kind of life, he stopped by a large bus that was parked at the end of the parking lot and looked at the windows, seeing his reflection. 

It was like a child had made a drawing for their father, black marker scribbles that went across the white plain sheet and made pictures the child could only understand.

His hair had grown, but he himself as a person, had not.