Music was something that never grasp my heart. I fancied it like many but it's effects were never as advertised for me personally.
It helps in relieving one's stress they say...never worked for me.
It makes studying easier....well it always failed but I guess that was on me since I was never the smart child.
Anyway what's I'm trying to say it music wasn't something I usually thought of but now..in this lonely train.... sitted on one of the many chairs with my gaze wandering outside observing the distance cityscape, I found myself humming a soft tune.
My voice was dry and rapsy so it wasn't excalty the melodious kind but I enjoyed it.
It was fun and it was distracting from the fact that I was currently about to face a life threatening situation like always but before all of that I wanted to ask myself this question, Did it matter?
Among the mass around the glode I found myself fortune enough to have lived to be a teenager...many hardly made it passed ten or even an enfant before they died but for me I made it to sixteen even if it meant I was an orphan.
You see, my mother died shortly after she had given birth. She seemed to have been suffering from a hereditary disease that made her body weak and my birth had been too much for her so she died..I never one's knew or felt her warmth but even if I did I doubted I would have remembered till now.
As for my father one might call him a busy man, with a parent like him I was passed around like candy through various babysitter because he was too busy with his work to take care of me. I remember as I child each night I found myself standing at the entrance of our house eagerly waiting for his arrival but he always found a way to disappoint me, always calling in to say he couldn't make it because of work.
My mother just like me had been an orphan as for my father he wasn't one to take much about his family so from such a young age I had long accepted I had no other family relationship except with my dad.
Looking at it from my perspective as a child, I was glad for atleast I had someone unlike many but in this world the moment you have something no matter how little it is, it wouldn't take long before it too was taken.
My father died on a business trip outside the city. I was fourteen back then and I remember the crippling pain and anguish I felt as I heard the news of his death on the house telephone.
He had been killed by the one of the numerous abomination that now roam unrestrained on the earth.
Worst of all his body hadn't been recovered so I never got to see his corpses..no last messages, no text, no nothing. My father had died and I had nothing left.
As the reality of my predicament struck me back then, I remember collapsing on my knees in shock.
My last family was gone, whom was I going to love now, whom will love me now. I was all alone.
Luckily for me my father must have been prepared for he had enough many money stored within his bank account to last me till I was a student.
Many would have considered it a grace since now all I had to do was study but not me. I hated it. Sure if I studied...if I placed in effort then I could succeed but whom will I be succeed for.
Myself.... unfortunately for me my self worth was on the low side.
My future spouse...hehe... sadly I wasn't a visionary individual, I had my head set on the present not the future and with nothing anchoring me to said present I chose the only valid option for myself, giving up.
I attended school like everyone one but unlike other whom saw it as a pathway to success and their future all I saw was a pathway to my demise.
You see this world has abomination, enemies of humanity and everyday I prayed that one will spawn in our school.
It never did so as I went through middle school and finally when I began highschool .....
Boom!
There was an explosive sound as the door leading to the left train car's broke out the hinges that binded it and crashed into one of the chair.
The momentum it carries allowed it to tear through the chair and others, soon impaling itself into the metallic ground of the moving training.
"Target is active!"
Moving my right hand to the earbud within my ears I whispered followed by a loud scraping sound as a large figure tried forcing itself through the train car I was it.
[Class....]
"Unconfirmed!" As I responded I removed my right hand from he earbud and placed it within my jacket, retrieving a modified black handgun perfectly fit for my hands.
Preparing for combat, I swiftly rolled of my chair and soon it was impaled by four black tendrils from the figure trying to creep through the gaps of train car.
"Tendrils identified"
[Metallic, Bio organic or simply organic]
Avoiding the creature for now, I crouched behind one of the chair within the train car and slowly peaked my head out to observe by tendrils.
They were black in colour with pusling red lines ranning across it. They lines seem to resemble veins and were disturbing to look, at for me atleast.
"Bio-organic!"
[Affirmative]
The voice in the other side betraying not much emotion respond.
[The closest demiurge has been dispatched to your location.]
"Understood."
With that the communication line was cut off as I trailed my gaze across the tendrils and toward the creature itself.
At first I raised a brown and soon sighed, it seems to say my prediction was right...my life was on the line one's more.