𝖳he Horde (On Hold...)

The Ascension || part one

"Where's the truck ?" A man asked.

"I don't know, they should be arrived..." The other man answers. "We don't go until we got the merchandise."

The two persons walk together, with a machine-gun between their hands.

"I was on the police frequency. They'll be here soon." He warns.

"Tell the others to regroup at the subway entrance, be prepared." The other orders.

"Okay." He answers as he goes away and transmit the message with a walkie talkie.

The one who gives the orders turns to another man behind him and make a sign by drawing a circle with his finger up to inform him to get regrouped with the others.

"We follow the plan, we don't get distracted." The man says loudly to get understand, his voice resonating into the empty subway tunnel. "Let's move out."

And walking towards the stairs, he sighs deeply.

"Where is that damn truck..?" He wonders angrily.

Outside, the stars almost appearing, the moon slowly lightening the night that falling, people were walking past a small electronic store. Behind the window, some TVs broadcast the news, while nobody paid enough attention.

They were live their life, walking quietly on the sidewalks as other persons somewhere else were preoccupied too much about how loud they had to scream their dissatisfaction and how high they had to hold up their sign.

The world, the people were now used to close their eyes, waiting for the danger to stop on its own, hands in pockets and mind into something most important. For them.

The civilization... Always in progress, they say.

Something really interesting and strangely incomprehensible to observe, from pure eyes.

Up there, above sidewalks, above people, lampposts, on a roof of a building and seen from nobody, a figure crawls slowly over the concrete surface, a shoulder lifting one after the other, like an animal in search of prey.

Arriving at the edge of the roof, he stops. And, he began to stares at what is below him. While his back rise up and down, breathing slowly, he watched. Watched life. Learned. But was it mattered after all ?

Slowly, The Beast stands up, looking down with curiosity, or more in a desperate way. When will they understand..? How can they be so blind to the reality..? All impures and useless... How sad is that.

And like a father watching his child grow up, he stood above them, tall, strong, full of wisdom, his head high and his eyes lowered towards what for him was a great disappointment.

That wasn't the first time that he observed them in that way. And now that he's out again, he takes the time. Praying on the inside, that they all become pure and make a part of the broken, make a part of his prophets.

But then, he remembers what he saw.

Everyone, against Kevin. Everyone, wishing his death. By my fault ?

The Beast kept staring at the world, frowning, his muscles tensed.

For the first time, he's doubting. And he never thought that it could happen, like some of his Horde before, he doubted. But he didnt want to, being now in inner struggle with himself.

At the same time, he remembers people faces. Their screams, their tears. Maybe Kevin was in danger after all ? Because of him ? No. No he couldn't think that. But now he was lost. And Casey's words still haunted him.