Limbo

Chapter One: The Oldest Orphan

The sound of fire would spread along the horizon, as big black clouds of charcoal smoke would fill the air which the civilians had to use to breathe, yet this would clog their lungs and feel like they are getting pressed on by the heaviest weights. The city's skyline would be melted and disrupted from the heat of the nuclear activity, which killed the majority of the living things inside the concrete jungle, with ruins of paper and cement falling onto the ground, making large wooshes and bangs when they finally hit the surface like meteors falling from the great unknown. And yet a male and a female stand in the middle of the apocalyptic scenery, with their eyes glazing on each other like a bull seeing a red flag waved in its face. There Alexander would stand in front of a woman which looked very familiar to him as his bags under his eyes would be heavy and rather black.

"Why?" Alexander would scream to the woman like a lion, as he would keep his muscular posture still, one leg behind the other with his skin bleeding from his cheek like a large blade had cut right into it, as tears of anger would start to fill up to his glowing eyes, but all he could concentrate on was the young lady who stood before him. Waiting for a response.

"You are the reason why I am back here today!" The woman would reply, showing her teeth as the veins would start to come out of her neck, sweat pouring down her face as she would be in agony from the heat which was present between them both. "Maybe if you were not so stupid to go against your own father then this wouldn't have happened" the cloak she would be wearing would sway in the warm air still staying focus to Alexander.

Their eyes would lock onto each other, as the female would grab his sword which was at the back of her pants, grabbing it firmly as Alexander would lean back ever so slightly, doubting himself for a moment, before cracking his fingers in a sign of disrespect as he would say "I only wanted peace. Nothing else!" Opening his arms out from his body as he would nod his head gently to the rival on the other side.

"Peace... You command peace, yet you fall in love with a creature which made us have no peace! After all, when I am done with you, all these vile humans are going to pay for how disgusting they are" the woman would scream at the top of her lungs, as she would swing her sword around from the back of her back and start to run at Alex to then he closed his eyes. The smell of sulfur would start to leave his presence. As he would quickly jolt from his bed with a large amount of sweat falling from his thin, volumed, earthy brown hair. Rubbing his silver-grey eyes as he would sigh, realising that it was all just a dream.

He would slowly rise from the bed he slept in, as he would get his long boney feet on the cold wooden floor of the old manner he lived in, stretching his hands and a loud yawn would escape from his mouth before getting up fully and opening the blinds to the one window in his room, where he would be greeted by miles of forest and a morning sunrise. There he would look into the mirror as he would slowly lift his jumper up as it would smell of fresh bio, and take off his bed joggers which would be black like the jumper itself. Standing there in his tight boxers, with his muscular body getting hit by the open air in his room.

Standing there as he would observe himself slightly, he would trace his hands down the bumps of the six-pack which he had since a young age, and place his short, thick fingers upon the birthmark which to others looked like a long bloody scar, which ran down his back, but it didn't cause him any harm, just a really strange looking thing to be born with. He would then make his way to the dresser which was placed in front of the large window which was in his room, where he would grab a fresh pair of clothes, a short-armed t-shirt and some pants to go with them.

The t-shirt would rub against his chest and the pants would slide on, but have a bit of tightness to them, but he wasn't really getting changed to impress anyone. He tends to sit in his room all day as he has little people to socialise with, as all the other young people in the home is younger than him. You see Alexander was placed in an orphanage for the majority of his life, and the only person who really did raise him is Daniel, a care worker, a concept of a mother and a father was very alien to him and had no knowledge of a loving relationship of a parent. So he tends to stay in the room where he was brought in, using a notebook as a way to get his feeling from his head to somewhere else without having to tell anyone