Repent

one

a/n: this book is fiction, and this is a fanfiction. It is completely different from any of the characters named as the leading role. It shares no likings, or stories that they own in the real world. The only thing being shared amongst the leading roles and the ones in the story is their features, or families. It took me over a year to write this whole book, plan it out onto paper. My characters share no age that they do in the real world. My book is probably all of our dreams, imagination, thoughts in one, edgy book. I write through experiences, not randomly. Please, vote, comment! Enjoy!

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CHAPTER 1

For my name being constantly heard was one thing that I hated around this building, my eyes wavered around in suspicion when I heard any murmur, cough, sneeze of my name being sprinted out from some gossiped mouth. The snow that stuck to the ground outside was enough to make the background as imaginable as you could think winter could get. Blown from thousands of mile away, it wavered from the sky, and down onto the stone hard ground. Each and every one of flake that fell from the dark, clouded, but empty sky gripped onto the essence of the cold, the image enough to make me shiver. Cars, over cars formed a straight, but somehow curved line by the not so trained drivers of the city. Now, that it was winter, the beautiful, relaxing whether that we called; summer, had now ended. Steps that I took were formed from my ice cold feet, from just coming out from the cold , bone - chilling weather that the city, so kindly provided. A shiver ran through my spine, not being too relaxed over the almost ice cold snow, but the heating furnace sending a warm sensation down my thin spine.

"Hey . . . Autumn?" I was met with the eyes of the janitor, a forced grin tackled my features. I was not a fan of him, not only the way his words came out so . . .mysterious, but the way his features were held. Simply bald, grey taunting eyes, a bulky figure that towered over me with no regrets. My hands buzzed at my sides, intimidated by his height. The way he towered over me, so painfully. His dark eyes staring down over my shivering figure. I wasn't ever a fan of him.

"Yeah?"

"It's nice to see that you're back,"

"It's nice to be back,"

"What did you do over the holidays?" he asked.

"Slept," I nodded, confidently. "You?"

"Umm . . .just ate,"

"Great," I agreed, awkwardly, my eyes flicked over the centre in need for my boss to arrive, to assign me something, at least. I felt intimidated by his towering figure. I cowered back.

"Umm . . .what if I told you that my wife got murdered just some days ago?"

"Seriously Phil? I'm sorry,"

"It's okay. I always wanted it to happen," he spoke confidently. "She always used to take the kids. I hate this. I hate this city," he hissed, contently, my eyes flicked over to him at his words, to catch a sight of him strolling away, knuckles almost turning white by the hold of it onto the mop in his hands. I shivered. I cowered back in fear as he turned a corner, disappearing from the light and into the shadows. Probably where he belonged.

The dark shaped the figure of his bulky body, my eyes doing nothing but to waver away whenever he turned a corner of the centre. Why was he so . . mysterious? The way that I always found him with hus knuckles clenched against each other, staring at it with a strange look into his dark, grey eyes.

"We've got another one," a tone explained from behind me, my gaze snapping up to meet my boss, Ashley, her furrowed brows focused onto a little writing of the plain sheet of paper that held so many information. "Just arrived here at six in the morning, looked completely bat shit crazy," she added, eyes fixated on her clipboard clutched into her hand. My answer was a simple gulp, her eyes flicking up to me in suspicion. What did she mean by bat shit crazy? My eyes scrunched at hers in confusion, her hands clutched onto that pen, flowing across the flat surfaced paper, smoothly. "Just got escorted here from the police from his apartment. Was found in his bed, asleep,"