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Prologue

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It had been dark out for quite awhile now, though the night was still young and the air, still busy. An owl hooted somewhere in the distance and a large stream of people made their way out of a large building into a dark parking lot. Many travelled in pairs: husbands and wives while few came out alone. Talking and laughing interrupted the night’s weighted and peaceful quiet. Cars started, tinting the scene red with their taillights and curdling thick steam into the surrounding air. Tires crunched against the light coat of snow that had covered the ground as various cars slowly, carefully backed out- the people in this area did not see snow often.   

Flakes drifted lightly from the sky as I stepped outside into the frigid air. I shivered but managed a satisfied smile. The production had been interesting, not that I had been here to listen to it. A jazz concert, I had gathered as I heard the smooth tones flow down the hall while I busied myself doing other things. I had tapped my foot to the catchy beat and hummed along, allowing myself to become distracted for a small moment in time.
Now I surveyed the scene before me as the warm lights glinted in my eyes. I walked slowly down the small set of stairs and brushed my hair out of my eyes as I came to level ground. I was dressed smartly as all others were and felt confident as I walked, erect across the wet cement, now glinting as the snow was beginning to melt. I took a sweeping look around me, at the other people, talking, at the Concert Hall, glowing and at the snow falling. I waved to someone I did not know as they called out, “Happy Holidays!” Truth be told, I knew no one in this town. I did not even live here.
I slid into my car and shut the door with a heavy expulsion of breath. I clicked the key into the ignition and the car lit up like Christmas lights. I instinctively checked the digital clock on the dashboard. The glowing numbers showed me exactly what I wanted to see. I still had plenty of time. I let my shoulders drop into a relaxed position as I backed out of my parking space. I rolled down the window to let the winter air brush my face and turned on the radio. Blue Oyster Cult blared from the sound system as I peeled out onto the obscure country road. I recognized the song immediately and nodded my head to the beat as I made my way, leaving the building behind.

“Time is the essence
Time is the season
Time ain't no reason
Got no time to slow”

The Concert Hall was fading into the distance. It was a good thing, then that it was in such an obscure place. I rolled up the window as it was getting rather chilly in the car and had to slam on the brakes as I looked up to see a group of teenagers crossing the road in front of me. I waited impatiently for them to cross and they conversed with each other as I stared at the clock, watching seconds flash by. They all looked up at me in curiosity, perhaps wondering why I was taking the back roads, while I, in turn, wondered why they were as well. Each took their time crossing and I got a good look at each youth as they passed though the illumination of my headlights, listening, without hearing, to the guitar solo of my song.
The first was a girl with strawberry blond hair, wearing glasses and a heavy trench coat with a scarf, she waved her arms exuberantly as she walked. The next was another girl with shoulder length, curly hair tied back in a pony tail. Her black hoodie seemed to blend her into the night if it weren’t for a few white designs, the likes of which, I could not quite see. She waved politely as she skipped across my line of vision and I returned it with a stiff nod, although I did not think she could see me. After her, loped a boy, tall and of medium build with straight black hair that covered his eyes in a mysterious sort of way. He called ahead to the girl and hurried off the road. Another boy preceded the latter, this one being smaller wearing a faded jean jacket and a black driver’s cap. He had darker skin whereas the other boy had been somewhat pale. His glasses flashed in the bright light as he jogged across, closely followed by a pair of girls. They ran astride of each other, feet touching and leaving the ground at the same moment, in sync and obviously close. One had long, brown hair and was wearing a T-shirt despite the cold. The other had very short hair and streamlined glasses. I drummed my fingers on the steering wheel as the little pack disappeared and when they were out of sight I sped off down the road again, humming to myself as the music reached its peak.
I looked up at the moon as a loud noise reached my ears, a noise I was all too familiar with. I glanced at one of the rearview mirrors and saw the Concert Hall behind me, far off but still visible now, watching as it was engulfed in a fiery explosion that sent a shock wave ruffling the nearby tree branches. I could see it clearly now that it was alight with a passionate and ravenous fire. There would be nothing left of it by morning. The fire crew could not make it in time to save the burning building.

“Burn out the day
Burn out the night
I can't see no reason to put up a fight
I'm living for giving the devil his due”


I smiled to myself as I turned a corner and the scene was lost behind thick, snow laden trees.

“And I’m burnin’ I’m burnin’ for you”
A prologue
I'll work on a mini series thing then. This is the beginning! A bit dark yes, in the spirit of the Holidays perhaps but there you are.
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CoveredInFrost's avatar
Wah... You know whats funny. I was writing a short story and I was looking around on DA for some ideas on what to put. This is nice though. I don't write very good stories.