Act I: Genesis
"Marvel not that I said unto thee, Ye must be born again."
-John 3:7
10:31 PM, Modern London
As the people of London is busy with their everyday lives, a young man is running away from some masked men.
He entered a alley and turned left. There, he saw a rusted ladder. He climbed up and hid in a balcony of some apartment.
"Hah Hah Hah..." He layed on the balcony as he chase his breath.
He pressed the cloth harder in his abdomen in which blood flowed.
"F*ck." He muttered as he saw the white cloth getting stained by his own blood.
While resting, he hears the steps of the group of masked men below him .
"That damned mutt! If I saw him I will skin him alive!" One of them, presumably the leader, said.
"There's blood here boss!" Another man said.
"The blood trail ends here... Look for him! With him severely wounded, there's no chance he'll get far!"
"Yes boss!" The men shouted.
As all this enfolds, the wounded young man peeked through a small hole.
He saw them scatter to look for him.
(F*ck! If I'm caught I'll be dead... What to do...) As he thinks critically, a power outage suddenly happened.
Whoooooom
"What the f*ck?! In this moment?! ugh! let's go boys, a mere two hundred bucks isn't worth it.."
Sigh
Because of sudden power outage, he survived.. Atleast for now..
He waited atleast 25 minutes before going down to make sure the thugs left.
after 30 minutes of darkness, the power came back.
"Thank Christ I'm alive..."
Holding his bleeding abdomen, he walked outside the alley. But before he got back to the main street, he saw a man, same age as him, laying unconcious on the ground.
"He's not there earlier is he?" He asked himself.
"Maybe the thugs got him... Since he's unconcious, I guess I'll borrow his valuables.."
He then rummage through the man's pockets. In the man's back pocket, he saw an ID.
"Elias C. Solace, 17 years old..." After reading the ID, the thief placed it in his pocket for future use.
He then continued looting. While rummaging through the Elias' other pocket, he moved which startled the thief.
"Ugh... My head... Where am I?" Elias asked, holding his head.
"Y-you're finally awake... You've been unconcious since earlier." The thief acted like he's there to save the poor man.
"I.. Where am I? Who are you?" Elias asked.
"This is London... I'm Desmas... I am kinda trying to call the authoritives earlier since iI saw you unconcious." Lied Desmas.
Elias saw through his lies and yet, he still thanked the man.
"Thank you for your concern... Do.. Do you know who I am?" Asked Elias curiously.
"Oh! H-here!" He said as he took the ID from his pocket.
"Elias... So that's my name... Do you perhaps know where I live?" Elias asked once again.
(This man... He probably lost his memory..)
"Unfortunately, No... However, I can bring you to the nearest police station to know your identity and where you live. We might even contact your relatives or guardian." Desmas offered.
In which Elias replied. "Then I'll trouble you..."
As Desmas led Elias toward the alley's exit, Elias suddenly called him.
"Desmas... You're wounded..."
Because of their encounter, Desmas forgot he's wounded.
He felt weak all of a sudden. Probably the blood lost is finally biting into him.
"We better hurry.." Said Desmas.
"Wait.." Elias stopped him.
Desmas was startled when Elias suddenly placed his hand on Desmas abdomen.
Mend
Desmas felt a warm sensation on his abdomen. When Elias removed his hand, the wound is gone. Desmas' skin gain its vitality, showing his recovery.
"What the f*ck is that?"