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Chapter One - Genesis (part Three)
Topic Started: May 16 2008, 04:03 PM (96 Views)
Kaden
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My eyes slowly opened as the sunlight hit my retina.

Where was I?

As I slowly and shakily got up to my feet I looked around at my surroundings. It took a few seconds for everything to process, but the people walking the streets around me were talking French. The streets below my were stone and as I turned all the way around I saw it standing high right in front of me.

The Eiffel tower.

I was in Paris? How the hell did I get here? The last thing I could remember was walking out into the wrestling arena in Italy and defeating Peter Gilmour, then I had blacked out. How the hell had I got to France from Italy and what had happened on the way? My brain was asking questions that my mind could not answer. As I looked around at the unfamiliar faces that were going about their normal every day life’s I tried to remember.

All I could remember was the match against Gilmour, the feelings of doubt before entering the ring. How on earth could I beat someone in a wrestling match when I had never had a match in my life? As far as I knew I had never trained or never fought anyone before. But then the doubt in my mind disappeared into a cloud of dust as I stepped through those ropes and the sound in my head began to take over.

Thump Thump, Thump Thump, Thump Thump, Thump Thump.

My hands were moving without my brain even telling them to as I was hitting Gilmour with right and left hands. I didn’t know what the hell was going on, it was if my body had been taken over by someone, as if it had been possessed. I was hitting different wrestling moves on Peter Gilmour that I didn’t even know possible, until before I knew it I was having my arm raised in the middle of the ring by the referee, and for some reason, it was a beautiful relief from the pain.

THE PAIN!

It suddenly hit me, the headaches, they had gone! It was the best feeling in the world, defiantly the best feeling in the crazy last few weeks of my life. Ever since I awoke in Sweden with no memory of who I was the pain in my head had been crippling, yet as I stood here in Paris it was blissfully absent. I clenched my fists in a private mark of celebration. Without the pain it was time to find some answers.

As I wondered down the busy street I thought about what might have brought me here to Paris. Was it Arrant and his two hooded friends? Now that I was here what was I supposed to do? I walked towards the tallest landmark I could see, The Eiffel tower, maybe there would be some answers there. Answers to the major questions that for the first time I could think clearly about. Was my name really Kaden and if so where the hell did I come from. What was my history? Was Arrant really who he said he was and if so were the sights he showed me real? Had I really witnessed the end of the world in the far future?

Being deep in my own thoughts, I accidentally walked straight into the back of someone as I made my way towards the tower. As I looked up to apologies, the man looked back with fear in his eyes.

“I’m sorry…”

I began to beg for forgiveness, but the man takes a few steps back in shock. I was slightly confused by this action as everyone else around carried on their daily life as normal. I opened my mouth to once again try and apologies to this stranger, but before I could mutter a sound he turned and ran. I stood still in disbelief as I saw the man sprint off down the street. Had I really scared him that much? As I looked down the street towards the way the man was running, I noticed the dark clouds that were beginning to form over the city.

The rain was coming.

All around me even in their native language I could make out the French people of Paris grumbling about the weather as the drops of rain began to gently fall across the city. It amazed me that people could complain about the concept of ‘bad’ weather. Surely weather was not good or bad, weather was simply an event. It had no good or evil attached to it, it was simply nature. The people living in the dry wastelands of the world would surely not complain if the same wet weather was to fall on their earth and bring life to their crops. To them the rain would be considered good weather. Weather was not good or evil…… but people…. That was a different story all together.

As I held my hand out to catch the droplets of rain that fell from the heavens, the people about my continued to rush around. I looked at the sky and looked up at the beads of water as they fell, each one as insignificant as every life on the planet, a drop in the ocean so to speak.

I was startled from my thoughts as a young woman approached me through the rain. Her black hair was dampened from the weather, as the rain ran from her dark red coat.

“You.”

I looked around as she spoke, but it seemed as if she was talking to me. I took a few steps towards her and brought my hands in close to my sides, but she reached forward and grabbed my right arm. I was confused at what she was doing, but with ever step she took closer to me the rain seemed to become heavier. The young lady turned my arm over before opening up the palm of my hand. I looked deep into her dark eyes as she reached into the pocket of her dark red coat and pulled out a single item.

A key.

The key had a piece of string tied around it, but the young woman did not take her eyes away from mine as she placed the key into the palm of my hand. I was overcome with the beauty of this young woman for a few seconds, before I felt it in my hands.

The key was burning me.

Feeling the pain on the inside of my hand, I tried to drop the key, but the young woman clenched my hand in a tight fist.

“You.”

She spoke directly at me again as I struggled to open my hand, yet this fragile looking woman seemed to have extraordinary strength as she held my hand tightly shut. The pain was excruciating as she uttered the word again.

“You.”

A million thoughts were racing through my head as I looked up and saw a flash of lightning crack across the top of the Eiffel tower.

“Me? What about me? What are you doing to me?”

The young woman answered none of my questions as she continued to stare deep into my eyes, until the burning stopped. The young woman let go of my hand and I quickly pulled my arm away from hers. I immediately opened my hand and looked at my palm. I pulled the key away from my right hand with my left and inspected what had happened. The key seemed to have burned some kind of mark in my hand. The mark did not take on the shape of the key, but it was far to perfect to appear random.

I looked back at the young woman and held the key up infront of her face.

“Why did you give this to me? Why did you do this to me?”

I tried to show the young woman the mark on my hand, but she continued to look deeply into my eyes as the lightning once again cracked over the Eiffel tower.

“Destiny.”

With that one word protruding from her lips, the young dark haired woman slowly fell. I reached forward to catch her, but she slipped slightly onto the wet floor. I quickly checked her pulse.

Nothing.

Was she dead? I slowly shook her, trying to see if there was even a glimmer of life in her body. She did not move as I turned her over onto her back and looked into her eyes that had been staring into mine moments before.

Nothing.

Her eyes were eerily white. No pupil, no iris, no cornea. Just white. I took a few steps back in shock as the rain continued to fall on the young woman’s body as it lay silently in the street. The feelings of dread began to creep over my body once again. Despite not really knowing them, I longed for the security of Arrant and his followers. I spun around, hoping that they would emerge from the shadows and make every thing better….

Nothing.

They were no where to be seen. The streets that had been bustling only minutes ago were deserted. I looked down at the cold white eyes of the young dark haired woman staring up at me and I did the only thing I was sure of.

I ran.

The sound of my feet slapping against the cold wet floor beneath me was enchantingly peaceful. With each stride I could hear the sound in my head again. Quietly at first, but then louder with each passing step.

Thump Thump, Thump Thump, Thump Thump, Thump Thump.

I placed my trust in the beat of the drums in my head. I let them lead me just as they had led my in Italy.

Thump Thump, Thump Thump, Thump Thump, Thump Thump.

I followed the beat of the drums, they were leading me right to it.

Thump Thump, Thump Thump, Thump Thump, Thump Thump.

I clutched the key that the young woman had given me in my now scarred hand. The sound was leading me towards the Eiffel tower.

Thump Thump, Thump Thump, Thump Thump, Thump Thump.

The lightning crashed overhead once again as the rain continued to pour.

Thump Thump, Thump Thump, Thump Thump, Thump Thump.

The sound was getting louder and louder with each step, and each step was a step closer to my destination.

Thump Thump, Thump Thump, Thump Thump, Thump Thump.
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