PROLOGUE: EVE

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WARNING
The following writing of this book may contain mature themes and minor descriptions of graphic events that some viewers may find disturbing and/or may not be suitable for younger audiences, including graphic depictions of all different kinds of abuse. Viewer discretion is advised.

🎶Soundtrack🎶
^Assassin's Creed Syndicate; "Main Theme Song"(Instrumental)^
^"Where's My Love" by SYML(Instrumental)^
^"We Gotta Get Out of This Place" by The Animals(Denmark + Winter Instrumental)^
^"Tommy Lee" by Tyla Yaweh ft. Post Malone(Instrumental)^
^"Run Boy Run" by Woodkid(Instrumental)^
——————————————————————— "The Eye is the lamp of the body. If your eyes are healthy, your whole body will be full of light. But if your eyes are unhealthy, your whole body will be full of darkness. If then the light within you is darkness, how great is that darkness!"

•Matthew 6:22-23•
(N.I.V)

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EVE

(June 24th, 2011, in Egypt, somewhere near the Mountain of Jabal Bartazuga...)

It's been too damn long and there's no other options left... I have made up my mind now... and I'm going to...stick with it...I'm gonna...go...and k...

(2:00pm, past Midday...)

The eerie sounds of pitter-patter filled my head as the winds of the sandstorm seemed to have progressed greatly while I was knocked out.

Waking up from many hours of uncomfortable sleep, my broken-naked body feels like heavy limestones stiff as the dead. The other non-responsive bodies lie near me.

Shrieks of cries and mentally unstable laughter flood my eardrums from the inside-out as I regain consciousness.

The kids! They're still alive, but unfortunately not any better.

When I had first arrived there was nothing on the outside, but on the inside seeing the decaying, mentally unstable children and youth on the first two floors, the sight of it all should've rattle me to my core but unfortunately those sights did nothing to me.

I have seen many younglings in different vulgar shapes and forms in my lifetime but this takes the cake. However, this still doesn't affect me.

After finding out that there were living humans hiding from their captors in this abandoned compound, knowing fully that I can't save them I hoped that their mental madness and physical pain would eventually exhaust them and put an end to their misery.

Obviously, I was wrong. Again.

Like God would see me gain some sort of happiness and just think that's wrong for me, so he would take it all away...like my family...my friend...everything.

As I stare wide-eyed into the darkroom, with the light beige sun barely shining through the window, reflecting off the walls and touching my open scars, I finally lift my head again to check my surroundings.

The room is still the same.

Same broken walls, same moldy cracks, same large bullet holes that impaled the walls, same rats and roaches scurrying around the misplaced chunks of cemented rock all around the floor, especially around the disease-infested dead, inches from me.

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