Sprinkle Covered Blood

The year is 2010, the rumors of the end of the world or it's highly developed technically were just that; rumors. There is not a huge difference in the world from 2004 to now. Sure, cellphones are smaller and fused with ipods, TVs are flatter, cars continue to 'kill' the ozone. But the end of the world is still very far off.

Today's setting is a very popular place, Japan. Kagoshima, Japan to be exact. A small city off the southern coast. Kagoshima is not very populated these days, not many people wish to live in old broken down towns. Dirt covers the buildings and roads, and quite a bit of buildings there are. Homes, businesses, bars, conveinent stores all mixed up about the city. A few small mountains surround Kagoshima, one an in-active volcano.

IC: "6:28 A.M." Caden says to himself as he brushes back the sleeve of his coat and glances down at his watch. His enchanting silver eyes gleem throughout the barely light park. The particular lamp post he is standing under refuses to work properly, it flickers on and off annoyingly.

His attire is made mostly of a brilliant black cloth, his pants a perfect fit against his long slender legs. From about the middle of his shins down the pants unbutton. And from about the middle down is a golden rose design, these golden roses also share the ends of his coat's sleeves and it's collar. He also has a silver belt with a sideways teardrop buckle and s snazzy pair of black laceless dress shoes.

His coat is as thin as his pants and a perfect fit as well. Softly wrapped around his torso, showing off his slender body. The folded collar meets the trench coat's only two buttons at the middle of his stomach. Allowing the world to see his low neck black tank top. The ends of the tank top and the coat share the same tattered weblike design.

Caden bears alot of loose chain bracelets, necklaces, and rings which aid his attractive structure. But nothing accents his handsome facial features more than the choker he wears around his neck, it is wide and thin and has the same weblike design as his coat. It is locked together by a horned demon head emblem.

His skin is a healthy creamy peach. His eyes and thin eyebrows give off a kind of looks younger than he really is aspect. His silky raven black hair is medium length. His bangs loosely reach the tip of his nose while the back reaches just past the top of his neck. The right side of his bangs are different, though. They extend much longer then any other part of his hair, they reach down to his shoulders.

He possesses three different earrings in his left ear; The one that occupies the earlope is a dangling cross. One is a cylinder piece that clips on right above the earlope. And the last hangs the highest, it's a loop earring.

"Amazing how time flies when one is having... fun." As Caden smiles and an eerie aura is thrown about him, but nothing in his tone shows he actually means it. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small white cloth. With it he wipes the blood from his chin and throws it down. Where it lands is on the dead body of a young girl. Not much younger than 21 year old Caden. As the cloth makes it's way to the body Caden steps out from behind the tall bushes.

The small cloth falls into the gapping whole in the woman's chest, as one would guess her heart was missing. First glance at the dead woman's open chest one would take upon the assumption that the rib cage was forcefully ripped open. And the one to make such an assumption would be right for if they were watching they would have witnessed Caden breaking the poor woman's ribcage with his bare hands. Surprisingly little blood was spilled.

Before him stands quite a scenery, the park is illuminated with lamp posts and the calm heart beats of couples walking to whatever it is they were going. Caden remembers a bench he saw on his way in the park, he makes his way toward it. He makes a sort of Oh! sound as he sits down and says to himself with a smile, hints of uncertainty and weariness can be found in this smile.

"Still warm." He shuts his enchanting silver eyes from the world as the lamps shut off and the sun creeps over the horizon.

Lance sat abruptly up in the bed. Wearily, his eyes sank onto the ringing alarm clock, and with a thud he knocked it to the floor. He smiled gleefully as the silence crept back into the room as the batteries rolled slowly across the floor. Stretching his strong arms above his head, and with a loud yawn he was up. Stretching his legs out over the side of the bed, he felt his feet press to the cool floorboards below. He was never much to wake up early in the morning, especially at 6:30 AM. With a grunt he stood up, and walked around the edges of the bed out into the kitchen area.

Lance lived in a small, roughly decorated apartment chained to an old worn-down building. It didn't fit much into his preference, but the rent was cheap and that's all that mattered so far in this so called 'wasteland'. Pouring himself a glass of some fresh orange juice, he crept over to the window, pulling slightly on the string to let the blinds stream up to the top. The sun lifting up over the distant trees and mountains filling the village with its light. The cool, smooth glass of his cup set against his moist lips as he felt the cold liquid rush down his throat. "Mm". Was all he responded to this tasty quenching, as he watched the sun lift over the huge volcano, set up like a painting in the distance.

After chugging down the last of his orange juice, he walked back out of the kitchen through his bedroom and down a small, dusty hallway. Into a room just a bit larger than his small bedroom, cramped with excercise machines. Remembering to stretch, he hopped up onto the bicycle, and set it onto level twenty-two, and set a nice hill to climb. Slipping his bare feet into the holds, he set the timer to five minutes for a warm-up. At first it he felt the resistance of the pedels to move, but after Lance got going it was a smooth ride from there. His muscles stretched, and flexed, relieving him already for later duties today.

After that five minute session Lance stood from the bicycle to a height no taller than 6'0". His body had a strong, toned build to it. He simply wore a tight black tank-top, and a comfortable pair of sweatpants on his legs. His eyes held an icy tone of blue to them, which beamed during the day and night. Due to the warmth in the room, his blonde hair stuck somewhat to his tanned face from sweat, as he'd walk over to his punching bag. Most people would find it strange due to the fact he didn't punch the firm bag itself, but rather the chains. He wore no protection, as he crept into form.

Left..

Right..

Jabbing the chains, he felt the skin upon his knuckles break and the familiar feeling of stinging pain shocked his fists. The warm blood crept down his hands and dripped onto the floor as he clenched his teeth tightly together.

Right..

Left..