Red all over

Prologue

Note: This was placed on Fanfiction.net before wattpad by me.

Red. That's all that was seen. That's all that could have been seen.

A choked sound was heard, then silence. Pure silence. He loved it. Looking around at the blood splattered floor, he wrapped his wires back around his arms while staring at the man in disgust.

There was nothing left now. It was over.

He stepped forward, stopping when he heard a cry. It wasn't a normal cry, something like, a child?

Turning on his heel he went to the direction of the cry, gripping his wires just in case. He came to a room, and he was right it was a child. To his left was a woman slumped up against the corner of the wall. He padded to the woman and touched her arm, it was cold.

She was gone.

He stood up and went up to the child, observing it. The little thing was wailing its heart out, kicking and screaming.

He picked up the child as gently as possible. Never in his life had he thought he'd carry something so fragile and delicate. Something so small that could come to an end so fast. Where the child was a few pieces of cloths were next to it. He bent down and wrapped them around the infant, which made it settle down a bit.

He rocked the child a bit, which made it stop completely. Drawing his red hood over his head he headed out the now abandoned house, keeping the child close to his chest.

He had found a nice small house somewhere in the streets. He could hear voices and shouts of excitement from where he was on the roof. In a swift motion he jumped down, landing silently in front of the door. He looked back at the child, who was now sleeping, and gently placed him down. He knocked on the door and took off, scaling a few houses and jumping across roofs.

He stopped when he was a comfortable distance away and looked back at the house. The door was already open, a woman was holding the child now, looking around before taking it inside.

The smallest of the smiles crept on Ja'far's face before he headed to his home in the forest. He made it to the little place he called home. It was small in the inside. A bed, desk, a small kitchen and bathing room. That was all he needed. He took his red cloak off, shrugging out his sleeves and unwrapping his wires. This was the only place he felt comfortable without them.

He turned the red cloak inside out, which was now a cream color, and hung it on the coat rack. He undid the ties to his boots and sat them by the door. He sat down in the chair at his desk. He leaned his head back to look at the ceiling and draped his arm across his forehead.

He closed his eyes and drunk in the silence of the room. It was comforting and peaceful.

Moments later a heavy knock came at his door. Grey eyes opened and watched as a slip of paper was slid under the door. He stayed put for a few moments before getting up and picking up the slip of paper. He carefully scanned it over before putting it in his cloak pocket.

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Sindria was known for its many festivals. People having a good time and having cherishing moments. It was all fun, but now was not the time.

Ja'far scanned the crowd, looking for his target. A slave trader, wanted for many and dare he say disgusting things. He narrowed his eyes, he wouldn't get anything looking for him like this.

He walked up the street, following the crowd until he spotted an alley way. he slipped in it and climbed the side of the building until he was on the roof. Getting in a crouching position her scanned the crowd once more.