On the side of a road, the middle of the day, grey mist obscuring the plateaus. Maybe it was you driving back to the place of your birth. Nonchalant in the crisp air you didn't expect what happened next.
On the sid(more)e of the road, frantic and calling 911. His friends are in shock, you feel alienated from the civilization that would come in handy right now. Signals are fading and finally you tell them your location. The air is too cool and the mist is too heavy. you take off your jacket, run to the man's side and throw it on him. His face, still soft and young, is obscured by blood.
On the side of the road, the hemoglobin is eveywhere. In the dirt on your hands and on his broken exterior. Blood that you will try to was away but will never be able to be forgotten. The kind of red that soaks through your bones as he coughs and wheezes, unconscious. The moaning that never leaves your mind again.
On the side of the road, too young to even drink and now your kneeling next to a man. Dying, theres nothing you can do to stop it. Waiting for eternity and staring at the crimpson pooled in his eyes. Pull back his scarf so he can cough up more red. Moaning.
On the side of the road. Where the innocence associated with the softness of a face can vanish. Where the innocence left in your mind left and dissipated, dispersing into that thick fog. (less)
No one knew what he was capable of, looking at his deceptively innocent and childlike face. The newspapers called him one of the greatest threats to normal humanity, and there was his picture: Not looking the least bit evil, malevolent, or dangerous. People will probably speculate for ages what(more) caused this monster to be unleashed upon the world, why he didn't use his gift for good. When did it go from accidental to intentional, some may ask. The first few incidents could be construed as either, impaling a mugger with a street sign ripped from the ground or losing control in a crowded mall. But the later events left no shadow of a doubt he had lost it; holding the hostages in midair on the 90th floor of a skyscraper and letting them drop one by one, tossing the army vehicles like toy cars, crushing the head of an innocent that wandered into his path. Where did he go wrong, I wonder. What happened to my baby faced brother to make him a psychopath?(less)