Chapter: I, Simply Unbound
The grim alleyway laid in a dark mist as the air was dense and heavy. The wet and frigid bricks of the buildings looked as if they were placed without care. A gentle breeze grazed against the wet concrete street where a child laid unconscious. The dark clouds in the night sky covered the moon which made the atmosphere of the street appear far more dreadful.
The boy's vision started to return, so did the horrid head pain. He quietly spoke to himself, "What… Where am I?". He grabbed his aching head in pain as he stumbled to his feet. A brisk breeze brushed his skin, which caused him to sense a cold chill run down his spin. Unknown to him, he was a dark and long shadow with a large spiked left arm that stood far behind him. As soon as the boy rose to his feet, the shadow faded away into the dark mist. He looked up at the side of one of the two old buildings and noticed a red neon sign that read, Simply Unbound. Curiosity drove him to jiggle the handle of the door below the sign to see if it were unlocked. Sure enough, it was. He knew he had to keep himself aware in this terrifying unknown location, but for some odd reason, he felt as if he did not care. Without bother, he continued inside.
Inside, he noticed old records scattered upon cluttered desks. The air in the room was humid and as if the room were miles under the sea. It felt far more dense than it should be. In the next room he observed the band stage and a bar. Both of which appeared empty. The vintage, yet pristine stage, was lit brightly while the rest of the room, including the bar, was dim. Upon the side of the stage was another flickering red neon sign, which said Red Devil Seeker. He did not understand what that meant nor who or what it represented. On the stage were two guitars which laid against the largest of stereos. The microphone stood stood alone in front of the stage, while a faint buzzing noise can still be heard emanated from it. It's active. Someone must have used it recently. He couldn't help but to be mesmerized by the red glimmering guitar that had been resting on a stand. The pearlescent shine of the guitar emanated an enchanting glow, which only a musician would appreciate.
His body shivered as he grew colder. Did I have a jacket? For a moment, he returned outside to possibly see if there were a jacket lying around. A dark leather jacket had been lying on the side of the garbage can, near where he awoke. "There." He said. Before he could turn, a woman stood behind him while she smoked a cigarette. She wistfully spoke, "Who are you kid." He stood awkwardly in front of her, not knowing what to say in return. "Um, uncertain." Spoken shyly. With a tilt of her head, her crimson scarf around her neck pressed against her soft pale cheek. "You're wondering the dark streets behind a bar, and not at all do you think that's not a bit suspicious?" A faint sigh slipped her lips and removed her hand from her hip. "I suppose you can come in at least. Standing in the sprinkling rain isn't going to accomplish anything." She allowed the boy to enter, so he may warm up.
They walked back into the bar calmly, while the woman walked onto the stage to tweak with the stereo bass. Her clothing lit up as she entered the light. Fit on her frame, the shirt sparkled an ever brighter lustful maroon, while the black skirt reached half way to her thighs, if that. What he liked most about her appearance, was her alluring crimson dyed hair. It was curled and long in the back, while the front was straighten and covered half of her pale face. She turned and looked at the kid for a moment. "Are you going to stand there bewildered, kid? Or are you going to at least say hello to a star that stands before you? It's weird that you're just standing there with a blank, uncaring expression." She said while she stood up from adjusting the basses. He realized, she's right, he doesn't show much emotion. It virtually seemed as if someone or something had it by a strong grip, hiding it from his site. "Oh… I'm sorry. May I ask, what's your name?" He said. She turned her full body around a looked a little offended. "You mean you don't know who I am?!" Angrily spoke. "Wow. Well, the people around here know me as the Red Devil Seeker. Hence the sign. If you didn't notice, kid. I am the signer of this band as you can obviously tell." He still doesn't remember her; however, he did recall seeing the sign earlier. "Sounds interesting." He said with little to no interest. "What type of music do you perform?" The woman walked to the front of the stage and jumped down. She stared down at the young boy with annoyance. "Rock mostly. The band name is The Seekers, and the song we were going to perform tonight was Spirit Queen. For whatever reason, no one showed up. This is a first for us to be honest. Truly, it is. Hell, even my band members didn't even show. Frankly, I'm getting partially worried, but at the same time, I'm not. It's quiet odd actually. Eh, no matter." She walked over to the bar and opened a bottle of Gray Goose Vodka. "Either way, I need a damn drink."
The boy felt a little odd. Unfitting almost. Not only did the confused kid register no emotion nor care, but he still couldn't remember a single event that occurred before that night. All he recalled, was falling to the ground and passing out. He thought to himself. Maybe I have a wallet or something? He looked in his pockets in his white pants to see if he had any luck. All he found were a pocket knife that had a white marble handle, and two tickets for a concert he's at. Damn. Then he thought to look inside his jacket pockets. With luck, he found it. He opened his white leather wallet and found forty dollars and an ID of what appears to be himself. So that's what I look like. He looked at the image of himself. He had medium length snow white hair with a sorrowful expression. In the photo, he wore the same jacket he has on. Underneath, he wore a beige undershirt. On the top corner of the ID card, was a name that read, Avric Zaxiion.