Waiting for Darkness

Waiting for Darkness:

Chapter 1

Alex let out a sigh and stretched his arms toward the warm sun, silently thanking it  for warming his body after such a long time of darkness. He was finally home, finally where he should have always been. The ground around him lay long forgotten and unkept, littered with garbage and overgrown with weed; it was beautiful.

It was not its appearance that warmed him to his metaphorical core, it was the meaning behind it. It meant that he was back, that he had not sweated and suffered without reason that he had protected the old ground his family had lived on for so long. They had tried to take all of this away from him, those sneaky little weasels, but he had fought and he had won. 

He took the first almost hesitant steps toward the manor which appeared as ruined as the rest of its surroundings and let the memories of his childhood emerge from the recesses of his mind. 

The memories of laugher, running, hiding, smiling and even quarreling emerged, reminding him of all that had been, his carefree childhood, and all that was now long past, but not forgotten. He missed these times, where he had nothing to worry about, noting to darken his days, but like the memories they were long past and the reality of his life looked quite different. 

After the death of his parents he had fought tooth and nail to live and had been forced to work despite his still young age to stay over water. The orphanage had been forced to throw him out not two weeks after his arrival, the reason being to little money and space.

Afterwards he had been forced to live on the streets for the longest of times and find work were it was offered. Some jobs had been brutal, some had been demeaing and some alltogether illegal, but he had survived, fought and won.

Then he had joined the militay, used his long aquired skills of street fighting to not only live but strive in his new surrounding, becoming one of the best fighters to exist there. 

It had taken some time but since then he had finally acquired enough money to rebuy the old manor that his family had owned and that should have been in his possession all along, but had been lost when his uncle and aunt had used all his inheritance to repay their depts before throwing him away like trash. 

His uncle and aunt had tried to trash the place all together but had not succeeded and then he had proceeded to crush them under his boots like the vermin they were for stealing his heritage and robbing him of all that could have been. His hatred had quietly boiled and waited for the right moment to strike and his revenge had been sweet. 

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Alex shoke his head to clear his mind and return to better memories only to notice that he had already reached the house and had readied the key to open the door. He was not sure why he hesitated, but a second stretched to a minute before he found the resolve to move on. 

The door creaked open slowly, ominous in its sound, before letting him enter the old, dark and forgotten hallway. Alex shivered and had the sudden urge to run, run and never look back but he persisted. This was his home, his manor and even the darkness could not take it away from him. 

He stubbornly took one confident step after another and marched through the darkness as if expecting something to jump out of it, but the "darkness" stayed quiet. Huffing in irritation he opened all the curtains, letting the sun stream into the interior of the manor, bathing the room he occupied in a soft warm glow. The darkness seemed to deepen and to writhe for a second longer before it relinquished and settled to a watered down version of its former glory. 

Yes, this was the home he rembered and here here would stay, but first of all it needed to be cleaned because this wouldn't do. He may have lived on the street for many years, but that didn't mean that he had to continue living under almost the same conditions even after a steady income. No, he would not stop until the house and the garden and the ground were clean, even if that meant that he had to sweat blood and tears before the manor reached its former glory. 

Alex went to work wiping and cleaning till each part of the house reached a satisfying state of being and finally rested when he believed to have reached the minimum of cleanliness.

'Thanks god thats over for now' he tiredly thought before reaching his old bedroom and entered. He let his tired body fall onto the bed and fell asleep before he hit the cowers not noticing the shadow in the corner of the room, shadows that swirled and deepened before there settled again, but not before revealing a pair of gleaming, golden colored eyes the pupils slitted and of the color sky blue. 

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English isn't my first language so please excuse any mistakes you may find. 

I hope you enjoyed my story :)