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Subject: .:.Home Again.:.


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Zeth
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Date Posted: 22:43:54 12/06/10 Mon
 It was early dawn and a thin frost had frozen to all the cars in the city in its lacework patterns; so beautiful and unique a design that was being so thoughtlessly scraped off by the first inhabitants of this bleak morning. One car, however, had never had its engine cool enough through the night to allow the tendrils of water to settle and freeze on its planes. The one that had wheeled so quickly through the night that even the smallest ice flakes whirled past. It was snowing now but the dark city wouldn’t actually let it adhere to its cement orifices. Each flake settled onto concrete and was immediately lapped up and swallowed. A million flakes turning into a million water puddles into which the black Bentley splashed through without mercy. It had been a long night of driving. His knuckles were white with the lack of warm blood flow as they controlled mercilessly the machine that delivered him back. A million times he had left and a million more he’d been brought back by the memories and cries that pleaded with him even in waking life. The white flashes of flesh were burned into his retinas. How could he ever hope to truly escape that which had no earthly body?
It was with pure dismay that he found his car idling in front of the bleak expanse of crumbling brick, contorted metal, and rotting wooden beams. This warehouse had stood for as long as He had. It had been his shelter from harm, his dungeon for torture, and his only speck of relatively normal life. But all that mattered not. The memories created here had transferred into his brain. They were with him always now. The screams and laughter were dulled by the mere presence of the building. Like music you follow through the house only to find its source just in time to hear it shut off.
He slid from the automobile with a look of pure distaste sketched upon his unshaven face and dragged on a toffee colored jacket from the copilot seat. He slinked his slender arms through and crisped the collar on the back of his neck. He then moved forward without further hesitation- leaving the car doors unlocked as he left. Why lock what criminals would just break to get?

It was easy enough to get into the metal, wood, and brick structure. The ocean salty air was corroding the structure of his life just as it did the industrial building he traipsed through. The crates that had once piled high to the ceiling had been moved. Why? He wondered vaguely. What was in the crates that anyone could have wanted? Zeth’s own property and he didn’t know the answer nor care. It was warmer inside only because of the shield from the frosty air.

His feet followed paths known by heart through the murky surroundings. He walked down the hall and to the wooden stairs that granted him access to the apartment above. The door was unlocked but still no threat was felt by the male. Then he entered the apartment that never really belonged to the buildings décor. He was home. It was spotless and warm. God damn it all.

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