Tomorrow's Children: Prologue
by Angelzbabygrl
Prologue

A tall lanky teenager wearing all black, standing in the shadows. His white-blond bangs fell over his eyes and shaded most of his face from me. He had an unlit cigarette hanging out of his mouth and his arms were crossed in front of him. For some reason I couldn't take my eyes off of him. He was mesmerizing. Just a teenage punk is all. I continued walking, but had slowed down a good bit. He shifted and his hair moved a bit. And piercing green emerald eyes bored into me. I wanted to scream. They weren't loving at all. All I could see was hate. All I could feel was hate. I was rooted to the spot and coldness overcame me as I realized this was the devil.

He didn’t speak. He walked towards me, and I wanted to move…wanted to run. But it was impossible. I wanted to know his voice…I was split up. I wanted to hear him, but I knew that if I did, I would never be free.

But he didn’t speak. Darkness closed around me and the cool summer breeze disappeared. The air around me was burning hot, but my body was ice. He came closer, his emerald eyes piercing into my hazel ones. The desire to run was quickly fading and he took my hands in his.

I thought that it was impossible to be any more cold then I was right now, but when his hands touched mine, it was colder then ice. Unimaginable. A chill rippled through my body and I gasped as it grabbed my heart. Cut through it like a knife. It seized me and I couldn’t breathe.

The world around us was dead, and I couldn’t see anything but his eyes. And I couldn’t think. A loud siren pierced the night sky and I looked away. My hands dropped from his and the world came crashing back. I looked back for fulfillment in his jade eyes, but he was gone. But somehow, I knew I’d be seeing him again…soon.

I shook off the feeling and started home, trying to ignore the fact that every time I closed my eyes, he was there. Tried to ignore the fact that my heart was still pounding wildly against my chest. Tried to ignore the fact that my hands were still numb. But the feelings wouldn’t leave me.

My heels clicked on the sidewalk as I hurried, wanting to be at my home. In my bed. Asleep. The stores were all closing and lights were going out. The warm air was closing in on me, making it hard to breathe.

Goosebumps prickled on my arms and my mouth was dry. I wasn’t sure if I should kneel down right then and there and pray for forgiveness or go home and pretend it never happened.

I turned into the steps of my apartment complex and hurried in and to my apartment. Turned on all the lights and the radio and went into the shower. I stripped down and stepped into the hot water.

It felt like hands, running down my back instead of the water. I shivered despite the warmth. Drips of water running over me sensuously and somehow I knew that he was there. I heard a loud bang in the kitchen and jumped. A chill racked my body as I realized that I had forgotten to lock the door.

I stepped out of the shower, leaving the water running, and pulled a robe around me. I quickly clipped up my hair and stepped out of the bathroom.

“Hello?” I called out. “Is anyone there?” I pulled my robe tighter around me and double locked the door. There was a creak in the kitchen. I walked slowly in and saw that the window was open and the curtains were billowing in with the nighttime breeze.

On the table was a piece of sketchbook paper and written in loopy cursive were the words ‘Three AM’. I shuddered and glanced at the clock. One sixteen. I folded the paper and put it in a drawer and crossed to the window.

A familiar scent floated in, but I couldn’t quite place it. I shook any thought of the teen away and pushed the window shut and locked it. I quickly went through my apartment making sure that the windows were locked before returning to the living room.

I pulled a cover over me and watched the television. I was having a terrible time paying attention and kept glancing at the wall clock. The minutes inched by and before I knew it, I had fallen asleep.

What seemed like moments later, my eyes fluttered open and returned to the clock. It was 3:01. I looked down at the coffee table, half expecting there to be another note.

But instead of a note there was a black rose. There was a piece of parchment attached to it with a black ribbon. I opened it and it read ‘Outside’ in the same loopy writing.

I hurried to my bedroom and pulled on a small dress and some sneakers and grabbed my keys. The night was eerily calm and the air was cooler.

I looked around for the teenager and spotted him leaning against a tree. He looked at me with the piercing green eyes and beckoned me closer. I wanted to ask him who he was. I wanted my question to be answered. But I couldn’t find my voice.

I took a cautious step towards him and could’ve sworn I saw a flicker of a smile. But that didn’t stop me. My breathing was shallow and my hands were clammy.

“Lucifer?” I asked, my voice scratchy. He laughed.

“Not quite.” He stepped into the light from the building. He was older then I thought. At a glance he looked seventeen, but now that I saw him better, he had to be at least twenty. And his voice. It was dark and deep. And sounded amused. Like I had just suggested something foolish.

“Who?” I managed.

“There are things in this world that you don’t understand. Thought ghosts don’t exist. They’re all around you. Do you want to see the truth? We can show you.” he said it as more of a command then a suggestion. His eyes seemed to glint red.

“Show me? What?” I asked, searching for a way to stall. A way to prove that he couldn’t…wouldn’t hurt me.

“The world.” he answered.

“Why me?” I asked, unconsciously taking a step towards him.

“You have no idea how long I’ve been watching you.” he raised an eyebrow. I moved closer. Close enough to touch his pale skin. Close enough to…

“How long?” I asked, my voice thick.

“I was the bird on your window when you were just a baby. The shadows on your wall that scared you in your childhood. Your conscience in your teenage years.” He said seductively. It was scary and yet curiosity got the better of me. I reached out and touched his bare ice cold arm.

I felt like I was falling and the rest of the world was spinning out of control. I gripped him with both arms and focused on his eyes. He spoke to me, but the words weren’t clear. His eyes said yes.

‘Yes’ I mouthed. A sinister smile crossed his lips. I felt his lips on my neck followed by a piercing pain. And yet I couldn’t pull away. It felt so good, but in the back of my head there was a nagging. Something screaming run.

Everything slowly slipped away and his mysterious voice echoed through my darkness, “In this world, there is no good and evil. No light and dark. Only us.”


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