Chapter 2: Black Home
The Future
’Are there any greater bonds than siblings, is blood stronger to fight against all odds bestowed upon us or is there a greater threat that we can’t fight. Does our bond weaken us in dark situations’?
His dark brown eyes scanned the wide city of New York, the lights around brightened the city of sin and crime, he watched closely from the rooftop.
’Could there be a world where ghouls and humans can coexist or a world where one species will rule’
He squats, placing his hands on the roof, the wind blowing harshly around him, flapping his clothes.
’What would become of the world that is driven by pain and revenge, a twisted fate that is unleashed on both sides like a raging fire that can never be quenched’
He closes his eyes and flashes open his ghoul eyes that beam in the dark, his body covered in a dark mist, vibrating around him.
’When your Achilles’ heel is taken away from you what is left of a man, a man consumed by hatred or a man with a new resolution’.
He rose to his feet, sliding up the thick material, covering his mouth and nose, he flaps on his black hood, a being that could not be seen appeared beside him wearing a dark smirk, waiting.
’I will neither be a man consumed by hatred or filled with a resolution. I shall become a plague that drives out darkness. A hero does not exist, only the strong ones able to fight for a possible reason’.
"Ghost," he said, the being’s head snap turning to him.