• Prologue- Left Behind



    The mother scurried down the street in a hurried pace, a bundle wrapped up cradled in one arm, a basket with blankets in the other. The city lights were dim, few cars in the area that actually moved. It was past midnight and the giant, three story houses almost seemed scary on this street. Most of them were unoccupied which didn’t help the mother’s situation at all. Finally, she came to a house that had a light on the porch. It was very dim and almost going out but it still meant someone lived there. She hoped anyways. She made her way up the front steps and kneeled down. She put that basket infront of the door and layed the bundle inside of it, wrapping it up under one more blanket.

    It cooed and the mother’s heart ached. Her hand gently moved across the bundle’s tiny forehead and it giggled. She bent down and kissed it on the top of its head then stood up, ringing the doorbell three times. The bell was loud, able to be heard from the outside. Then, the mother was gone, down the street and back the way she came, quickly disappearing into the night. The bundle made a little noise at the absence of the kind figure it knew best and beat its arms up and down a few times then cooed again.

    Red eyes snapped open at the annoying door bell that rang three times before being silenced. The eyes narrowed, the fireplace reflecting off of them. The rest of the room was pitch black, every other room in the house seeming to have no life in it. The eyes closed for a brief moment then the owner of them was headed towards the door. The figure yanked it open, ready to yell at someone who’d decided to come at such a late hour. But no one was there which made the figure arch a brow. It then froze, a soft cooing noise coming from below him. The red eyes lowered to the ground where a basket was, tiny green eyes glowing back at the figure from the porch light.