The sky was dark and gloomy, and it was only eight in the morning. I could hear the police sirens and heels clicking on the sidewalk from a million miles away. Those are the sounds of the city, also known as, my home. Anything could happen here. Kidnapping, stealing, murdering... you can name anything and it'll happen. It always does. Kidnapping has happened most. My brother was kidnapped because of his fighting ability and he was never seen again. My mother then committed suicide after divorcing with my father. Now, I'm next and my chance to die is very likely. It could be now, or later. I'll never know. But, I'm only seventeen so I'm hoping I still have time.
I come from a family of fighters. But, we aren't normal fighters. We fight like nobody else could. It's like we're half robot and half ninja. I never knew what we are, but I know that we have no weakness... but death.
Today wasn't the same. It was quite. Not a footstep to be heard. The only noise was the wind dancing across the sidewalk. I walked up the road, then, heard the clinking of a dog collar. A large golden retriever ran to my feet and stared up to me with the most beautiful green eyes.
"Hi?" I said. I didn't expect an answer, but there was one.
"I'm so sorry," the voice said. I looked around to see if it really came from the dog or someone else. Thankfully, it came from a man that was walk toward me from across the street.
As he came closer, I noticed his eyes. They we're the exact same color as the dogs; a dark green. His hair was a light shade of brown. It was down to the tip of his shoulders and he was wearing a black collar shirt with a pen in the pocket on his chest.
"This is my dog. He ran off," The man explained.
"That's alright. He's cute, what's his name?" I asked. I didn't really care for dogs that much, but I had to be polite.
"He doesn't have one. I found him," he explained again. I just nodded.
"So, do you know where everybody is? The streets are totally empty," I asked.
"I saw a few people running that way," he pointed behind him then rubbed the back of his head. "Do you want to check it out with me?"
I nodded again and we ran down the road with the dog following obediently behind.
We stopped at a dark alley that was filled with half the city. They were all crying and moaning in pain.
"What happened??" I asked him, terrified.
"Them." He looked over at a gang of men coming to us.
But they weren't a gang, they were murderers.
"You might want to run," I warned him, before he could get hurt. I heard him chuckle, and that made me a little angry.
"You would die," he said.
As the killers got closer, they smiled more and more. Then, everything went black. Was I dead? If so, I'm going to hell.
When I finally woke up, I couldn't remember anything that happened in the last hour. I was wearing absolutely nothing except a small cloth-like, black shirt and short, cut up jeans. But, I was in a cellar, alone. I didn't know where or how. But the footsteps coming to me made me feel a little better.
A tall, muscular man was standing by the iron bars of the cellar holding a smaller, shirtless man, about my age, by his neck.
"You have a visitor," the muscular man said. He opened the door and threw the other man in as he landed face first on the cement with a cough. The door slammed closed and it was dead silent. It was only the shirtless guy and I as the other disappeared.
