Since not much people actually reads my blog...This is in continuation to the dumbdumb suspense earlier. 8D


A man with shoulder length hazel brown hair stepped out of the door, with a dagger in his hands, stained with blood from the tip to the shaft. His piercing blue eyes scanned the surroundings carefully, before noticing Kery sitting at just an inch away from where his leg now was. Kery stared up at the man curiously, both petrified and fascinated at the same time. Their eyes met for the first time, as Kery was struck cold by the lack of emotions within those gorgeous midnight blue eyes. He felt a strange throb in his heart; felt a shiver ran up his body, but not because of fear. He did not know what that feeling was, but it felt majestic, like something big and wonderful was going to happen. The time seemed to momentarily stop then. But the magic was soon broken as the man looked away and walked off. However, only when the man’s shadow disappeared did Kery wake up from his state of trance. He shoke his head lightly, unsure of what just happened, but he knew somehow, that it was a new beginning, a change, a metamorphosis. Of what, he does not know. But he knew, it was definitely the start of something extraordinary. He stood up and made his way back to his house, thoughts still on the man who had intrigued him so.

He slowed down, gradually coming to a halt. Who was that man? He had felt the strange tingle running up his fingertips, his body, his brain, snatching his breath away. From the look in that boy’s eyes, he could see that he was not the only one that felt it. He looked quizzically at his sweaty palms, uncomprehending. It was the first time ever that he had felt something different, other than the lust and greed of all of the people whom he had met thus far. Something bigger and stronger. Like a petite little kitten struggling to get out of its cage, to break free, to be wild and unrestricted. It was a weird feeling, but it felt strangely wonderful. After a long while of standing in the middle of the cold streets, he suddenly snapped out of his thoughts. What does it matter, whoever that guy was? He is none of my concerns, and never will be. He looked down at the filthy blade on his palms and reaffirmed that, then walked on, into the depths of the night.

=A= I sark.

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