Crossroad

He was just sitting here. Unmoving. Staring into blank space. He was an insignificant existence. One in millions, billions, trillions of people. One that should not have been born. Suddenly, he started blinking, his head was slowly tilting to the right like a confused puppy. Images are overlapping in his sight.

One: A busy cross-junction with plenty of pedestrians and cars. It was a normal day in a city.

Two: A tall mountain of bodies stacked up in the middle of the cross-junction. A red-haired man dressed in a black suit, lighted a cigarette and threw the light matchstick into the mountain. Human bodies are highly flammable. It was not long before the whole pile is completely aflame. He turns and started walking away from the bodies and towards him. The man's intense golden eyes seemly concentrate directly on him. They are piercing and very unnerving. He shivered unknowingly and closed his eyes from the terrifying view.

He was bracing himself for an attack but it never came. Slowly, he opened his eyes and before him was a busy cross-junction. At this point, you see question marks floating above his head. His head started turning around, checking out his surrounding like an animal in a new environment.

The clouds parted and sunlight shined directly on him. The bright light hit his eyes and he flinched. His hands automatically covers his ears when he moves to clutch his head. He squeezes his eyes shut.

"Hey! Are you okay?" Someone touched his shoulder and images flooded his mind. He could not make sense of anything. The images are flashing by so quickly, he could not process it. It hurts! It hurts!! It hurts!!!