Prologue
602 Words
The city of Dallas in the U.S. state of Texas was founded along a river and is truly a state-of-the-art of display of wonder. Its appearance is matched by surrounding suburbs; three enclaves - Cockrell Hill, Highland Park, and University Park.
The riches of these suburbs brought were of great importance, but they were also influential when it came to architectural designs as the vast majority of buildings have been built in various round shapes and sizes, which mimics the playfulness of the suburbs around them.
The skyline is sprinkled with various skyscrapers and each was more impressive than the next. Although some of the city's architecture dates from the late 19th and early 20th centuries, most of the notable architecture in the city is from modernist and postmodernist eras.
As the moon shone so brightly and stars start painting and twinkling at the night sky of Dallas so beautifully. People started gathering at the town center, getting ready for monthly night bazaar.
Stalls being decorated with various items ranging from handmade accessories, clothes, personalized toys, books, and different kind of foods that captivates every customer with its delicious smell that lingers in the air.
In the middle of the peaceful night is a boy running with all his might. Face plastered with fear and confusion. Hair disheveled in different directions, as his clothes from running and probably tumbles on the way just to get away from his perpetrators.
But why is he running from those hooligans? And by the look of him, he doesn't look like the one who will commit a hideous crime. He wore a high-end suit that are mostly dark-colored and modest, and tailored-to-fit. By the looks of it, he looks like he came from a party.
*pant pant pant pant pant*
He struggled to breathe, gasping for air as he is not used to running, hell he is not good at any sports that involved body movement and not engaging to any sport is taking a toll to him now.
"Please! I didn't do anything! I didn't saw anything!"
He shouts back to the top of his lungs at his chasers as he keeps struggling to run away from them, trying to fend them away and maybe trying to convince them that he didn't so anything. To stop chasing him and let him be.
"I promise! I didn't do anything!"
He pleaded to them as he bumped into someone else. Before he stumbles back, the guy grasps his hand and pulled him against him. Making sure he is stable, the guy sprints away from the crowd and not letting go of his hand.
"Wait! Who are you!"
He asked, fear and panic coursing through his body, as this mysterious guy who is holding his hand is somewhat helping him. But he is still uncertain to this man as he doesn't know if he is one of those guys who is chasing him.
"What are you doing? Let go of me!"
He shouts to the man, as he tried to jerked his hand away from the man's grip. But every attempt he did, it seems that he can't escape and budge from him.
"I'm here to help you! Just follow me!"
Shouts the man to him, but not in the way to scare him or anything. But more of concern and something else lacing through his voice. It made him think for awhile as he recognize the voice of his rescuer.
Is he someone he already knows?
Someone who is important to him?
But the real question is who is he?
- Writer
