UNREAL REALITIES

PROLOGUE

Darkness surrounded the streets of concrete in the city where no shadow dared to come out and play there was no work for the supernatural but he knew better so he closed all entrances of the house even though he had no idea what was outside or if there was anything at all.
Gael observed the window and door he always looked at the split ends of the old wood instantly getting lost in time, daydreaming while the drops of water were pulled down by gravity the inspiration he found on small things wasn't common for someone his age he didn't try to but the world around him just made sense obviously he knew better and shut his mouth just like his father taught him. "What you know is right would make the ignorant afraid." He would have said something like. "Shouldn't it be our purpose to educate them?" The answer was always no.
Gael was the watchmaker's son well known for his looks not his brain. Every lady in town knew him with a smile and they would fall to their knees. Gael never minded the attention it made him want to be better, he loved being observed it give him satisfaction knowing he was something to fight for it represented order, control... two things he knew were impossible to have just like his father used to say "Man need to feel in control." But in this life all that is expected of you is to serve whoever is above you a king, queen, president, boss, family or god itself. Something he agreed with and he never agreed with his father or at least not much. When he did he did in silence. He acknowledged when little that some words were better kept to yourself his father would always say "The need to feel superior would be the downhill of the human race."  He tried not to care about such things, the little he cared the best. He wanted to live with no regrets just like his friends, but he was so unlike them he was superior in every way those thoughts were kept to his late night visitors, the shadows of trees and hanging cloth. He wanted to be taking risks everyday seeking for a revolution walking the streets of Paris dressed like a king drinking wine and speaking with tourists. Gael stood in the streets with his friends almost every day of summer waiting for the right moment to go home but there was no right moment. The best part was sitting in a cafe for hours looking at girls drinking coffee, reading or smoking if he got lucky he wouldn't make it home until morning.
The soft sound of the wind would wake him out of the trance, a little voice in his head telling him to be his best self but ignoring that voice was funnier.
One night unlike any other when the rain poured like a shower on top of his body something attacked with a thunder making the earth move side to side east to west his brain hurt like someone had just roll over it like a pizza dough very frightening his head was making up all this extraordinary explanations maybe it was god telling him he had done bad for leaving that girls apartment so early in the morning or maybe it was that he didn't wait until marriage life be damned! He felt delusional.
Maybe there was no earthquake and it was all in his head or he was sane after all and something was happening. Every bone in his body got the chills. He was running as fast as his poor brain let him; he could feel a liquid spreading on his ears. It wasn't rain coming down his ears it was blood. More and more in every step he took the voice in his head cried "RUN!" and the noise he thought was only in his imagination grew stronger. One block away from his house he knew something was wrong it all felt weird. The air was colder than usual, the rock floor looked like a giant smashed his foot on it. Tiny pieces of rock hurt his feet like glass, the lights in the apartment were out even in the outside the whole building gave him day nightmares if such a thing was possible? He guessed it was if he felt like it. His hands were pressed in his chest he needed to breath or he would completely lose it. He hoped everything was just part of a nightmare, a day nightmare maybe spending such an amount of time with ladys made him catch that thing they called "Nerves" or he was still asleep. A shadow passed fast in front of him; he swore his life passed in front of him instead. A voice told him it was time to run but that part he always pressed down told him he had to go up and check what was happening after all it was his father who was up there. The shadow went around his arms, activating something in him a little light growing from the tips of his fingers almost unreal. He had to look away, his cheeks were hot pink and his forehead full of sweat drops making the moment more tense. He felt the water in his cloth heavy like a rock keeping him from walking. Step one, one million rock glass like splinters going through his shoes like he was shoeless, step two body temperature increasing almost like his blood was made of hot lava one last step... three the supernatural light his body was creating.
The door was open and the lights were off cold air filtered from the windows. Do you know the feeling of desperation you get when there is not enough air mixed with inexplicable sadness? That was his whole body. The mixture of death and alive in a man with a knife in hand who stood on top of his father. The light in his hands was shining stronger almost like a star, magic! maybe rage he felt through his body. There was no control; he let it all out. The man in a hood observed the knife in his hand. There was a beauty in the way the blood was pulled down by gravity like ink in the white carpet forever to be a reminder of how fragile life could be. He felt proud of what he had done he did a great job before that night he had never killed  anything the thought was always there he would have called himself an angel of death the irony was too high to do so. He needed to finish his first job one down one more to go, kill the blonde kid or get killed, killing the kid sounded more fun. Gael looked at his father's body no words came out fire instead he knew the killer was still in the room he didn't know where but somehow every sense in his body was in the alert, the crooked sound of the old floor give him what he needed to know where the man responsible for his father's death was, he wasn't sure what he would do next but there was no time to think, walking fast like the world was ending at the second Gael followed the pounding sound of the man's heart boom, boom, boom 1... 2... 3...  not fast not guilty not scared. He entered the room but emptiness was all his eyes saw he counted 1... 2... 3...  his hand flew to the side of his head moved faster than lightning catching the killers armed hand, the person under the hood revealed his face leaving Gael out of this universe  "Not possible" was all he said before feeling a sharp pain in his heart. Little by little the world faded away from him like a page of an old book catching on fire.