city of bones
No one was likely to know one another's business since everyone seemed to mind their own.
The daily hassle, retiring to homesteads later tired to probably sip some coffee or something
stronger while watching news.
However this was unlike most common sleepy towns and cities. Might have been mere hearsay but well, prevention is better than cure.
A rich history was dominant in this city. A body chilling and shivering kinda story if narrated to a sober, sane mind.
Of creatures of the night and those that did live amongst them.
Of predators so dire it was a death wish strolling during their hunting season.
Of prayers to the most high wishing things would not ever get out of hand and the balance remained as it was.
Of creatures of lust and thirst and everything that could be associated with darkness.
Of a rich history, unrecorded crisis and so much fear beìñg driven from grass roots to everyone having an idea about it, despite not living there.
A city whose rivers had once turned bloody red and yet water wasn't seen being sourced from elsewhere.
A city where carnivores roamed, whispered to largely consume meat despite no beef nor pork, not even mutton from slaughter houses and butcheries headed that way.
Yet this city and its valleys were rich. Filthy rich to be precise.
The dwellings here were not to be afforded by the common Jack or John. Politicians, heads of governmental institutions were residents.
Most city parastatal heads and some ministers also resided in the well off city.
Security was provided in plenty, typical to places where money smelling and heavy pocketed folks resided.
Yet despite the hefty allowances associated with the city, few or none of the officers wanted to be in the place.
Murders were the most common of the crimes in the place. Ninety percent of them remained unsolved until the file was shoved to the shelf.
This always marked the end of the investigation and the story got burried there. And if not, an officer or the low calibre citizens found themselves buried.
Yet he was born here.
He had played here,
He had lived here,
And he had known the ways of the city here
He had survived here alright. Not lacking in the basic necessities and even more living in ample luxury, until shit happened.
His life changed in a simple snap of a finger that fateful day. A day forever inked in his memories.
He was still young to understand what it all meant to him back then. Just a few years old to know anything at all.
But he feared cops since birth and that was one reason the memory stuck in his mind.
He was just learning the basics of A B C in some nursery school within their environs having learnt to just tie his shoe laces.
He was however no regular boy, boasting some super human abilities but that was not unsual in the city then.
What however was is the fact that he was from a stronger bloodline than his peers and that meant a plus to him.
A bloodline that was in the verge of distinction and a combination that the universe did provide or more pricisely allow once in a while.
However, this had not come to his rescue on this particular day.
He would have wanted to, maybe tried even to help if he had the means and strength back then but who was he kidding?
He doubts if he could have done anything anyway until to date and this is another reason the memory is stuck in his mind.
He feels a guilty consience once in a while about it but slowly his mind has come to terms with that.
He doesn't regret the fate that befall the man he had known as his father. No matter how lowly it seems of him.
His heart doesn't ache at the memories of the splatter of brains, the disfigured jawline nor the pool of blood.
The lifeless eyes did not trigger any sympathy from him either with a lowkey thought that he did deserve that anyway.
He has slowly learnt to live with that and sometimes uses the memories as a life lesson for him.
A constant reminder of what he swears not to be like and an insight on the kind of man he wants to grow up as.
The happenings did trigger changes in his life however.
They did relocate from the city of bones to a more subtle city and try restart a new life.
His past was however indispensable and no matter how hard he tried nor wanted to, the blood running through his veins was there.
The blood that made him part and parcel of a super being. A being only known to him and his mother for now.
He had tried live a quiet peaceful life. Opting to remain an introvert and keep to himself.
However this had seemed hard since he came across her.
She was beautiful alright. A beauty with brains to be precise. And she openly displayed her affection for him.
She did go out of her ways to make him see and feel loved. Sometimes even going to extreme means to do so.
But he had his reason for drawing the line to just friendship. A bestfriend in that case.
Only that recently his heart and body were letting him down. Growth was changing him in amazing ways.
He was commonly known as Mosy amongst his peers, no one seemed to know his real name, one of the many mysteries that surrounded him.
His true identity was however at a risk as he settled into this new strange city and became curious & more outgoing. If he would manage to maintain the family secrecy remained to be seen. Something that made his mother tremble at the thought.
Until she watched the news that particular evening, & her biggest fear finally came to light. Demon's from the past were back haunting.