Rain [Short Stories]

Michael Polaris Way

He sighed. His head weighing heavily in his hands. His dull, greying blue eyes stared down angrily at his life's work; papers and research stacked up on each other and spread unevenly across the workroom cluttered the dusty area.

Now...with Améli gone...

He stood up abruptly, his chair toppling over with the force. He scooped his books and papers into a box, stuffing it all in; not caring if items got crumpled and smashed in the corners of the cold box.

He took it all up to a secret room above the observatory, setting it down close to the middle of the dusty old room. He went to the back, and dropped a golden key into a chute.

He shut his eyes as the echoing thumps rattled through the empty room.

Letting out a sigh, he walked back to the box, and picked it up. He noticed its weight, the way it seemed to stare back at him and mock him. He was disgusted. With the box, with himself, with the choice he was about to make. He went to a room he called The Static Room, and sat in front of the crumbling statues in there.

Améli...Sweet Améli...

She had left him a few weeks ago for Hades knows what.

He had to end it. He couldn't live without his sweet, sweet flower. She was his muse, and how could he live without his muse?

He patted his breast pocket to make sure his note was still folded there. From his pants pocket he produced a gun. A Beretta 92FS.

He held it to his head, and with a deep sigh, he stared up at the ceiling.

"Goodbye, my Améli."

Many, many, many years later, a small glowing orb floated through the halls of the Tower, searching. This light wandered solely for a purpose, to find something, someone it could protect.

The Tower's soul possesses it's owner, attaching them to the ancient place. Saving them, protecting them while protecting itself.

The Tower's soul is a curious thing.

With Michael gone...it was alone.