The Outsider (Original Version)

Chapter 10- The Anointed One Prevails

The memory bothers me, mainly because its a memory of who I concluded as a father.

I had one, who knows how long ago.

But he had kept me, then he simply gave me away.

That's the part that gets to me.

I walk aimlessly through the streets, a single house at the end standing tall, perfectly built.

The house draws me in, almost like something is there, dragging me inside.

My torch flickers against the darkness, making me gulp as I step through the door frame.

Inside it simply looks like a normal house, that is until I see it.

There on the table is a cracked frame.

My hands pick it up, turning it to take out the picture.

I pull it out, brushing off the dust.

It sprays into my face, setting off a coughing fit again.

It leaves me feeling weak, but I simply hold onto the wall near the table as I examine the photo.

Its of Jen and what looks like the builder guy.

They are holding hands and look very happy together.

They look like the made a great couple.

There is a satchel on the table, and I take it, slinging it across my shoulder.

The picture is placed back into the frame and I put it in the bag.

Its technically not stealing if no one lives here.

Nothing else is in this kitchen, so I explore the rest of the rooms.

In the living room there is a very old looking TV.

Maybe it was even made in 2015, long before the sickness.

They did keep track of years now, but I never needed to keep track, so I didn't really care.

It has a screen that looks too huge for anything, making me shake my head.

"What's the point of having such a huge screen?" I ask myself, never really liking TV.

On the side table of the couch there is a tape labeled Jen's Daiary.

Jen....

I take it, hoping something is on it.

Nothing important seems to be in this slowly decaying room, so I head for the next doorway.

It leads to a washroom, which for a second, makes me think nothing would be here.

That was until I see the mirror slightly cracked off the wall.

I pull it off, managing to let it smash onto the ground.

I jump away, glad that I water boots.

There is a hole in the wall with what looks like an envelope.

I take it, not bothering to read what it says before rushing back into the hallway.

I don't believe in superstision, but breaking a mirror would mean seven years of bad luck.

Let's hope it doesn't happen.

The stairs are mostly broken, making it almost impossible to get upstairs.

Almost.

I smirk, running at the railing.

I jump onto it, landing perfectly on my feet.