Infest

Part 3

Dom looked down at his messy sheets, and around his cluttered room. He felt his neck where he had felt something bite him, but there was nothing there. He got up quickly rushing to the bathroom, and startling Thara. He tripped over a few clothing items on his way out and stubbed his toe on one of his brother's toys. Dom silently cursed to himself and quickly jumped into the bathroom slamming the door shut behind him. He pulled his sweaty shirt off and threw it to the ground, and looked in the mirror at his pale skinny self. There appeared to be nothing wrong with any part of him, and there was no mark on his neck. Dom sat on the floor and leaned against the wall tired and out of breath. Thara scratched on the door and Dom let her in. She layed her head on his lap and he pet her softly. Dom got up and went look at the time, it was three in the morning. He groaned and pulled everything off his bed to change his sweat soaked sheets. Dom wasn't the neatest person in the world, actually he was pretty messy. He collapsed on his sheetless bed, wondering how bad today was gonna be. He went back to the bathroom and turned the shower on. His bathroom was much like his room, small and cluttered. There wasn't alot of junk, just dirty clothes Dom didn't feel like picking up until his parents made him. He finished getting undressed and climbed into the hot shower. He felt like the water was a bit hotter than usual, then it got scalding hot and he had to rush out of the shower. Dom quickly turned it off, and breathed heavily. He shook his head and walked out of the bathroom, to his room, and grabbed a pair of boxers and jeans to dress himself a little. Walking back into the bathroom, shirt in hand, he glanced at himself in the mirror. There was a green glow starting to spread over his usually brilliant blue eyes. He shook his head and rubbed his eyes, and the green glow was gone. I must be going crazy, he thought, well crazier. Dom laughed to himself as he put his shirt on. It had a skull design on it like most of his clothes, and his jeans were torn at the knees. He went get his jacket and looked at the time once more, 3:10am. Dom sighed and moved himself to the kitchen and made a cup of coffee. His family had a quick coffee maker so it didn't take long. Dom liked his coffee black with no sugar, so when it was ready he started drinking it. He stretched with his arms high above his head, he did that often because he was almost always stressed. Dom chugged the last of his coffee and turned on the news. There was alot of crime in his city and a few "heros" that fought back. He lived in a city unbeknownst to the world named: Verbrechensregeln (translated from German "crime rules").

Unlike most Dom didn't fear this crime riddled city, with its dark streets and darker skies. The city wasn't drab and decrepit, it was just always cloudy. Not to mention that the police didn't much care for anything, other than their own pockets. The only people who cared were the ones who were able to do anything against the usurpers. Dom didn't fear death or dying. The only thing thing he feared was for his family. He smiled thinking about how happy they were, even if they were poor and living in the G.H. The G.H. was a part of Verbrechensregeln for those who could only afford the bare minimum to survive. G.H. stood for Government Housing. Where the city provided a roof, electricity, and water if you would provide the food and clothes. Otherwise you would be homeless, or worse. Dom sat in a chair and watched as crime scenes flashed on the tv and the heroes were publicised. The majority of crimes were committed in the G.H. but they never spoke about those, only the big crimes. The news company didn't care for the lower class people, only the higher ups. Higher ups like Katherine Osbourne.