Taco Tuesdays

THE BEGINNING OF THE END

PART ONE: BLUE

The apartment across the street is on fire.
Residents are running out of the building holding their prized possessions and loved ones as they pour out to the already crowded streets of Brooklyn. One man is holding his trophies, another is a woman holding her baby in one hand and an unzipped backpack hung loosely on her shoulders. All of the residents are trying are to save their possessions, the things and people that they care about before it all goes to flames.

People from the apartment across the street are doing their best to control the situation. The firefighters are trying get through the rush hour traffic. The people on the streets are panicking, worried and scared that the firefighters won't get there in time.
While all of this is happening, our heroine is standing on the rooftop of the apartment building across the street.

Her long jet-black hair tied in a bun and her ice blue eyes watching the panicked people that are spread out on the streets making the traffic worst that it already is. She crosses her arms, smirks at their futile attempt to save themselves from their inevitable death. She finds it funny that these people are trying to run from death so that they could survive for another day.

The firefighters finally arrived.
Our heroine laughs out loud as the people starts to cheer. They all think that they're safe. They all think they're secure.

"They're stupid," she whispers.

They were all meant to die anyways.
Maybe not now, not tomorrow.
But in the far future.

They're going to die.

She didn't start the fire. She's anything but an arsonist. She would never set a building on fire, but if she has a good reason to do it, then she wouldn't hesitate. She takes a deep breath. Once. Twice. Three more times and frowns now that the building is no longer up in flames. She rolls her eyes, puts her hood back on and goes back to her apartment.

The building was 15 floors high and she's walking down through 10 flights of stairs to go back to her overpriced studio apartment located at the 5th floor. She have always hated this building. The rent was high. Her apartment was tiny. The paint all over the building was fading and chipped. It doesn't have an elevator that's why she needs to take the stairs whenever she wants to go to the roof and gaze at the moon. Moon gazing is the hobby she picked up when she was 18.

Moon gazing is something he taught her to calm her down whenever she's feeling anxious. Or scared. She was always scared. Everything she knew was different before. It was strange and strange have always equaled as scary for her. But then he came, held her hand and taught her that everything will be alright. He promised her a lot of things. He told her a lot of things.
And now, all she has left is the moon to keep her company. The moon to remind her that he's still here with her.

She sighs as she walks out of the stairwell.
She misses him.

Our heroine takes a deep breath.
As soon as she closes the door, she felt something cold run down her spine. She stands up straight. Alert and ready to fight. She feels wrong. Everything just feels very wrong to her. She takes a deep breath. Her eyes widens as the faint smell of roses hit her.

"He's here," she whispers.

She takes the knife hidden inside her sock. She walks towards her apartment and the closer she is the stronger the smell gets. The hairs on the back of her neck stands up as she tightens her grip around her knife. She's going to kill him. She's going to end him. She's going to take the life out of his cold, soulless gray eyes.
Not only will she kill him, but she'll make him suffer the way he made her suffer. Our heroine's lips curl into a twisted smile.  He took everything away from her. And today, she'll be able to get the revenge she have always wanted.