Keys

Gathering his stuff, a minimalist whose all belongings fit in two bags, a messenger bag for all his gadgets, a duffel bag with all his wardrobe. Walking down the stairs in the middle of the night, the shackles have been unlocked, the past burst into flames, white fire following his trail, and stopped at the front porch of the house, the fire screamed, shifting its form to those whom he have lost, dead people standing at the porch screaming with anger as he continued to walk away, every scream he heard makes his heart clutch, choking him out breath but just for a second. The scream grew fierce and load, he passed the end of the town, yet he can still hear the morbid screams.

“Leaving town seemed like a good idea at the time”, he said to the bartender that never asked or showed interest in his story, he continued talking to the bartender for hours about the ifs and what could have happened if he had stayed for hours. After the buzz wore off and now that he is sober, he got up from the side of the road and continued walking, with no destination in mind nor a plan for that matter, walking an endless road, hoping to find what he desires the most; away, away from them all. At dusk as the sun touches the horizon creating a rippling effect in the sky of a light the burns dark orange, he found himself back at the bar talking to the bartender, this time talking about what is and what is yet to become, “this is unsettling” he said to the bartender mid sentence and continued his conversation like it was some sort of habit, that this is a normal thing that happens to anyone, an endless road surrounded by trees with no gas stations nor bars on sight yet he is now in a bar talking to the bartender. The bartender spoke, the man said “oh, he speaks!” the bartender said “well, of course sir. what brings you here this time do you crave some controlled human interaction?” replying to the bartender mockingly “I liked you better when I thought you were mute.” Waking up on the side of the road, not a single car has passed him, he walked, determined that there is something out there for him, something waiting for him, something that only he would know is the truth if he could find it.

A unique relic, a key that holds great power, created by the old towns witch for entrapping human souls and for those who are by nature, unnatural, it is a weapon that could help them achieve anything that they desire. The Key of Life…..