Chapter 1 - The lonely bird (Part 3)

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The change had been instant. The air was so cold that he nearly stepped back into the summer heat.

But something stopped him.

Gods. And he believed that the city looked luxurious.

The view in front of him was like no other he ever saw. The hallway was long and frames without pictures were resting against the wall.

The glossy wooden floor was leading to a spacious room, where the light of the sun was the only warmth in this house. The room was so big it could rival his own garden. He looked around, shocked how someone can have a home this big.

At the end of the room two pairs of arched stairs went upwards towards he could guess was the heaven.

As he looked up, a beautiful, dark chandelier was swinging gently with the cold air surrounding the room.

It looked so different from what he saw outside.

It was beautiful, a genuine piece of art if he dared to say, but he could only wonder: Why would someone want to live alone in this enormous place?

Yes, his own family was rich, and they had a pretty decent house and a big garden, but he had animals, plants. It felt alive. But here was everything and nothing. False hopes and real sorrows.

He took a hesitant step under the chandelier.

The silence felt too...

A scream.

Sorin whirled towards the sound. What was that? His breath was uneven, as the horrifying sound was the only thing his brain decided to remember and think of. Immediately after, the scream came again, distressed, like it was crying.

He didn't think, and that will probably be a mistake ignoring his instincts again, but Sorin bolted up the stairs. His legs decided for him already.

He could hear a voice, a soft, scared voice.

He still had time to stop. To turn and leave. Go back home and-

He threw the door open.

And there, on the sunlit floor, was a woman, her blood painting the ground under her. Big, lifeless eyes were looking straight at him. She was pale as snow and the long hair was covering her body like a blanket.

The blood slowly approached his feet, and Sorin could see his reflection in the dark liquid. He stepped back in fear, covering his mouth. A wave of sickness hit him, eyes stuck on what was in front of him. He wanted to look away but couldn't. It felt like someone was forcing his head in that direction.

A weak whimper. That was what took him out of that trance. He ran forward, dropping to his knees, soaking his clothes into the pool of blood.

The stench of agony and pain hit his nose, and he struggled to not throw up. His hands were shaking; he didn't know what to do. Should he touch her? Will that make it worse? How could he do worse? She was already dead... No, she wasn't. Was she...

He leaned back, letting his arms fall beside his body. The fingers touched the warmth beneath him, but he was in that trance again. His brain was so loud, but his body so silent.

A flash of light finally made his body move, and he covered his eyes. He didn't have time to react when something grabbed his collar and threw him in the opposite wall. It happened so fast he believed it has been only a hallucination. But then he felt it again. That hand. The coldness of it swept through his body, freezing his blood and melting every thought he had.

He didn't have time to protest as he was raised to his feet again. For a few moments, it was silent, the air still. Through the haze, he saw a figure. He could not make out the face.

Sorin did not wait and with all the force he could manage, he swung his fist and punched aimlessly. This seemed to have been a shock, as in the next moment, he fell to the ground.

He scrambled to his feet, falling once, too weak to hold his weight. Even with all the pain his body was enduring, he bolted towards the door. Unfortunately, the luck was not on his side.

The next moment, he got pinned to the ground. His stomach hit the hard tiles with a heavy thud and his teeth cluttered so hard he feared they will fall. He tried to look back, but his entire neck was hurting. His whole body was rigid, refusing to move.

The smell of blood. It returned, and Sorin tried to not breathe. To hold the air in.

He couldn't.

A hand grabbed his hair, and a gasp of shock left his mouth as his head got yanked up. His eyes moved across the ceiling, paintings of birds looked down at him. For a moment, he felt calm, safe. He got reminded of his home, of his garden. He could hear the singing birds and feel the...

Stinging on his neck.

His eyes snapped open, and he tried to turn again. This time, he got pushed by the shoulder and held against the floor. The pain was so sudden he didn't even have time to whimper; to scream.

Was this the thing people were talking about? Was this the reason they looked so scared? So hesitant?

Now, as he felt the blood slowly leaving his body, he realized he should have listened. He should have run away... he should have... but he didn't.

And now...

He was bleeding. He could feel that. Gods, he felt it. The stream of red veil warmed the cold tiles beneath him. With every drop he was losing, his eyes grew tired, his wish to fight and escape diminished.

Was that what happened with the woman as well?

He wondered as he tried to find her with tired eyes.

He was too tired to even move his eyes. His mind too weak to think of something else aside from his father.

He will be so concerned. Of course he will be. Barely allowed him to go into the city to work and now... Now all he could feel was not fear, but guilt. He could see his father back home. Waiting to get that letter Sorin promised to send.

Slowly, the image of his father started to fade and even slower, everything went dark.

Quiet.

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This is the first chapter in its entirety 🫀

I should Chapter 2 Part 1 next Friday.

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