Walking with his hands in his pockets, Abel looked up to the sky, allowing the dull blue emptiness to cover his vision fully, letting him concentrate on nothing but the small white speck crossing the midday sky, leaving its fluffy white line trailing behind it. The chill in the day battled the warmth of the sun, showing the end of fall, bringing forth one more cold winter. The tombstone that lay below him read "Unknown, God Protect and Guide her Soul". The words sent a feeling of secrecy through his veins, he felt a certain power over the persons grave he was standing on. He imagined this unknown person looking up, calling out their name, laying unrest, screaming for help, screaming for help from the hell they got themselves into. Laughing at the thought of flames raising from the ground, grabbing at his shoes, beckoning for him to repay his sins with his soul, clawing at his skin. Hell was nothing to him. He feared nothing, but striking fear into all that crossed him. His dark eyes stabbed at the ground before him, the old cemetery to have not been disturbed until now. The sun faded in and out between clouds as he skimmed over the tombstones, memorizing each name, each family, each angle. Kicking over the rotting tombstone in which he had just been standing at, he continued on through the dead-lands, ignoring the flowers he stepped on, or the tombstones that fell over as he kicked at them for fun. He didn't care.
Making his way to the final grave, he laid on it, laughing off the few memories he had of the person buried below, lighting up a cigarette and disturbing the dirt that had laid there for years before, undisturbed. Thinking of her struggle, the tears she bared, the pain she endured. How her eyes lifted upward, prayers flowing out of her mouth. Until one day she was gone.
Looking at her with innocent eyes, never comprehending what she was going through, Abel cried, reaching out to her, just to be denied by her. Watching her climb out of the window, sliding against the wall, Abel cried harder, finally moving to the window to look out, just in time to see her jump off. "MAMA!"
The words never reached her ears until her head was one with the pavement.
She was stupid. With her attempts to get away from the darkness, her life ended quickly. Stupidity. By denying the darkness she lost her life, leaving this world with no legacy except for himself. Accepting his fate, Abel had embraced the darkness out of the fear of ending like his mother, and became something God himself could not control.
Standing up, and putting out his cigarette on his mothers tombstone, Abel made his way out of the cemetery, kicking at the loose piece of stone from the surrounding walls, and pressing the button to unlock his car. Climbing in, he cranked up screaming metal, rolling down the windows and speeding off towards the interstate.
With speeds of 140, Abel zoomed past pathetic minivan's, never slowing down as he passed state troopers, and finally slowed down as he reached New York City. Pulling off, he pulled up to his apartment, climbing out of his car, and walking to the elevator. Floor 15 came a bit slower then usual, his patience to get home wavering, letting him make a 50 foot dash to his apartment. Opening the door everything was as he left it, and walking into his room, he realized this included the girl he left on his bed this morning. Setting down his keys quietly on his dresser, he bolted to the bed and made an amazing leap, landing directly next to the girl. Letting out a loud squeal, she popped up, hair messy and makeup runny. Glaring at Able she laid back down and covered her head with the pillow.
"GO THE FUCK AWAY!"
Laughing, Able kissed her arm that held the pillow against her head and pulled her to him, setting the pillow next to them. "Good morning my Gothic Angel" was all he could say to her, feeling her struggle to get away from him to lay back down.
"Jesus, and to think I liked you at once. You're simply annoying. No sleep whatsoever!"
Crawling back to her prior position, Abel stared at her pathetically. If only she knew what she had gotten into.