Snippet #1550676

Reivvy sat on the top of the fallen water tower, only a few feet off the ground, after going through the trouble of climbing it. It was hard, too. It’s not the easiest thing in the world to climb a round object, but after making a few holes in it, it wasn’t so bad to climb up. He was staring at the spider mark on the back of his hand, burned there for eternity. His mark. The mark of the Fangs. Just like Splice and Cyrus.

He frowned at his and tried to rub it off. Nothing happened. Shifting, he sighed to himself and looked back up over the town—well, what little of it he could see from this height. Rei closed his eyes and imagined wind blowing through his hair, like when he was younger, the feel of breeze brushing by his face and dandelions going up his nose, making him sneeze and laugh at the same time. He imagined his mom and his dad standing at the front porch of their house as they watched him chase his little sister around the yard, going much slower than he actually could, just so she thought she was winning the race.

But when he opened his eyes, all of that was gone, just like it’d been for…how many years has it been again? Too long, that’s all he knows. “I haven’t changed a bit,” he murmured to himself, as he looked down at the palm of his hand. He went to shift positions, but his foot slipped off the rounded edge of the water tower top and with a shout of surprise, he slid down to the ground. “Sonuva!” he shouted, standing and rubbing his broken butt.

“That’s it. I’m done. Stupid thing,” he grumbled, kicking the large piece of metal for effect. He yelped and held his foot, hopping on the other, before snorting angrily and stomping back to where he last saw Cyrus hanging out. Looking around, he called out his Fang member’s name. “Cyrus! I’m bored! I wanna go to Wally World!”