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Fanfic: Weg des Schicksals
Subtitle: Dein zweites Ich
Chapter: ~ Afar Lights in the Blackness ~
~ Afar Lights in the Blackness ~
Prologue: Afar Lights in the Blackness
Title: Afar Lights in the Blackness
Subtitle: Distant Lights in the Dark
Part 1/?
Author: Wolffan
Fandome: Own series
Genre: Action / Drama / Fantasy
Music:> Away from the Sun <3 Doors Down
Disclaimer: I don't want my fanfiction to be published anywhere without my permission
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England, London Highgate 02:14
The moon shone brightly on the grass-covered tracks and was reflected in the round button eyes of the mice moving on the dusty gravel bed. Some of them searched in the rubbish on the edge of the tracks, others crawled into the dirty trash cans of the night train station.
The old clock on the abandoned guard house showed with rusted hands on the dusty dial that it was exactly 02:14. A gray barn owl flew silently towards the house and sat down elegantly on the eaves and watched the scurrying mice from there.Startled, she disappeared back into the darkness when she was grazed by the headlights of a passing car that swept away on the nearby expressway.
The train station at night was quiet again, you could only see the flickering of the broken lantern on the other side of the street now and then. A light breeze blew away a sheet of paper lying on the platform as the slightly battered night express pulled into Central London. The illuminated wagons whistled to a halt, the wagon doors purred open while a few passengers alighted and disappeared into the nearby residential area.
The wind blew softly through the brown hair of the boy who had just left the subway. His ice-blue eyes searched the train, but didn't seem to make out what they were looking for. Shrugging, he turned away and got on the night express.
The train crawled leisurely through the suburbs of London past old, dilapidated houses that were crowded close to magnificent new buildings, overgrown gardens and chic single-family homes.The longer the journey took, the emptier the compartment became, as the boy had sat down on the back bench. Lost in thought, he stared out into the night through the mowed window glass.
In the light of the lamps, the boy's face was reflected on the dull glass as he watched the empty compartment. The wagon had been crawling slowly for over half an hour when an announcement rang out from one of the loudspeakers:
It is so down come ...
I must give a sense to this life can to me someone say, what I did?
To me the life is missing to me
The Colors of the World are missing to me
Can to me someone say, where I am?
It's so shabby ...
I have to give meaning to this life
Can someone tell me what i did?
I am missing life
I miss the colors of the world
Can someone tell me where i am
> London Central <
The boy got up from the sagging bench and closed the compartment door behind him. The lights in the passage were apparently broken, because they flickered on again and again and plunged the corridor into semi-darkness, only sparse light fell through the large windows from residential buildings that passed them.Finally the old steam engine slowed as it had reached Bayswater station and the car doors popped open. The boy took one last look into the dark corridor and then turned away when he suddenly felt a look at himself that had clearly not been there before.
Surprised, he turned around and looked into the yellowish shimmering eyes of a shadowy creature that one could not make out in the darkness because the lamps had gone out again. The boy stared at the creature with wide eyes, breathing shallow as if he had run a marathon. Both kept eye contact the whole time without moving from the spot, until the light bulb whirred on again and the creature suddenly disappeared.
Because again Times I find so far down
Way of the Sun, those into the darkest place seems oneself
I are so far down, again away from the Sun
Because once again I find myself so far down
Away from the sun that shines in the darkest placeI'm so far down, away from the sun again
Slowly the boy released himself from his rigidity and stepped out of the train with shaky legs onto the night platform. The lights that illuminated the entire Bayswater station flickered on again and again. Some of them had failed because they were either broken by old age or they had been broken with stones. On the dirty floor, the garbage crowded every square centimeter, because the large garbage cans overflowed even before that. On the fully lubricated walls of the old station hall from which the plaster was crumbling, spiders had created a new habitat. Torn down timetables adorned the stone floor next to read newspapers.
The brown-haired man made his way through the rubbish out onto the otherwise busy streets of central London, where at this early hour there was an almost eerie silence.Large neon letters hung from the windows of large now abandoned glass palaces.
The moon stood in its full glory in the evening sky, but it gave little light, so that the whole city lay in gloomy darkness. Only a few lights penetrated the houses on the maze of streets in which many stray cats were looking for hiding places for the approaching day. An eerie emptiness was reflected in her sickle-like pupils.
In the closed shops, lonely lights illuminated the offers that would wander over the counters the next day. As the city was still asleep, a veil of calm had fallen over London.
With slow steps he strolled through the deserted alleys, further and further away from Central, and instead towards the ever closer district of Bayswater. The trees that lined his path could only be seen in the darkness as isolated shadows, apart from those that stood in the beam of light from a street lamp.A single passing train on line 66, which connected Bayswater to Westminster, rushed past him in the darkness and for a brief moment threw bright light from the windows of the car on him.
The feelings are away
It is nothing more remaining around me to waive
Back into the World, which I know ...
The feelings are gone
There's nothing left to pick me up
Back to the world that I know ...
Bayswater was right on the west bank of the Thames, not far from the heart of London. On foot it was a quarter of an hour at most. The small district had been a popular meeting place among artists for years and had made a name for itself over the years. During the day there were often tourists who hoped to get a bargain somewhere and then hang it in their living room.
Without hurrying, the boy walked down Craven Terrace, a block from the Thames, and then turned onto Lancaster Gate.Finally he came to a stop in front of a three-story cluttered house. It was dark in all the windows and the street lamp across from them was reflected.
He rummaged in the wide pockets of his jeans for the front door key, but couldn't find it at first because it was at the bottom. Five minutes later the lock on the door turned with a creak and it opened.
In the narrow hallway, as in so many other places, darkness came, so he had to look for the light switch on the right. The energy-saving lamp whirred and lit up the surroundings.
"Christian. Where have you been, young man?"
A woman of about 35 was standing at the landing of the stairs with her arms crossed. Her brown hair fell partly on her face while she impatiently stamped her foot. Since she was only dressed in a dressing gown, she had slept soundly.
The named just shrugged his shoulders: "It doesn't matter."
Her green eyes flashed dangerously: "Nothing matters here.So where have you been I don't want to repeat myself. ", her voice had taken on an ominous undertone.
Both stared defiantly into each other's eyes until she finally lowered her gaze.
"Tsss. I'm going to sleep.", Christian replied monotonously before he climbed the stairs past her and just left her standing. Still confused, the brown-haired woman looked at the place where he had been standing before.
The blue-eyed man had meanwhile gone up to his room on the third floor and had dropped his black jacket untidily on his bed. Then he retired to the balcony that adjoined his room and watched the clear sky from there.
The stars shone brightly down to the earth, while Christian watched them as if lost in thought without moving a millimeter. The way he sat there he could have been an old stone figure who has watched over life since the beginning of time.I am over that,
I am from the Life in the Darkness
Can me tired someone here down see?
I am above
I'm tired of living in the dark
Can anyone see me down here
(C) wolffan
Prologue: Afar Lights in the Blackness
Title: Afar Lights in the Blackness
Subtitle: Distant Lights in the Dark
Part 1/?
Author: Wolffan
Fandome: Own series
Genre: Action / Drama / Fantasy
Music:> Away from the Sun <3 Doors Down
Disclaimer: I don't want my fanfiction to be published anywhere without my permission
* - * - * - * - * - * - * - * - * - * - * - * - * - * - * - * - * - * - * - * - * - * - * - * - * - * - * - * - * - * - * - * - * - * - * - * - * - * - * - * - *
England, London Highgate 02:14
The moon shone brightly on the grass-covered tracks and was reflected in the round button eyes of the mice moving on the dusty gravel bed. Some of them searched in the rubbish on the edge of the tracks, others crawled into the dirty trash cans of the night train station.
The old clock on the abandoned guard house showed with rusted hands on the dusty dial that it was exactly 02:14. A gray barn owl flew silently towards the house and sat down elegantly on the eaves and watched the scurrying mice from there.Startled, she disappeared back into the darkness when she was grazed by the headlights of a passing car that swept away on the nearby expressway.
The train station at night was quiet again, you could only see the flickering of the broken lantern on the other side of the street now and then. A light breeze blew away a sheet of paper lying on the platform as the slightly battered night express pulled into Central London. The illuminated wagons whistled to a halt, the wagon doors purred open while a few passengers alighted and disappeared into the nearby residential area.
The wind blew softly through the brown hair of the boy who had just left the subway. His ice-blue eyes searched the train, but didn't seem to make out what they were looking for. Shrugging, he turned away and got on the night express.
The train crawled leisurely through the suburbs of London past old, dilapidated houses that were crowded close to magnificent new buildings, overgrown gardens and chic single-family homes.The longer the journey took, the emptier the compartment became, as the boy had sat down on the back bench. Lost in thought, he stared out into the night through the mowed window glass.
In the light of the lamps, the boy's face was reflected on the dull glass as he watched the empty compartment. The wagon had been crawling slowly for over half an hour when an announcement rang out from one of the loudspeakers:
It is so down come ...
I must give a sense to this life can to me someone say, what I did?
To me the life is missing to me
The Colors of the World are missing to me
Can to me someone say, where I am?
It's so shabby ...
I have to give meaning to this life
Can someone tell me what i did?
I am missing life
I miss the colors of the world
Can someone tell me where i am
> London Central <
The boy got up from the sagging bench and closed the compartment door behind him. The lights in the passage were apparently broken, because they flickered on again and again and plunged the corridor into semi-darkness, only sparse light fell through the large windows from residential buildings that passed them.Finally the old steam engine slowed as it had reached Bayswater station and the car doors popped open. The boy took one last look into the dark corridor and then turned away when he suddenly felt a look at himself that had clearly not been there before.
Surprised, he turned around and looked into the yellowish shimmering eyes of a shadowy creature that one could not make out in the darkness because the lamps had gone out again. The boy stared at the creature with wide eyes, breathing shallow as if he had run a marathon. Both kept eye contact the whole time without moving from the spot, until the light bulb whirred on again and the creature suddenly disappeared.
Because again Times I find so far down
Way of the Sun, those into the darkest place seems oneself
I are so far down, again away from the Sun
Because once again I find myself so far down
Away from the sun that shines in the darkest placeI'm so far down, away from the sun again
Slowly the boy released himself from his rigidity and stepped out of the train with shaky legs onto the night platform. The lights that illuminated the entire Bayswater station flickered on again and again. Some of them had failed because they were either broken by old age or they had been broken with stones. On the dirty floor, the garbage crowded every square centimeter, because the large garbage cans overflowed even before that. On the fully lubricated walls of the old station hall from which the plaster was crumbling, spiders had created a new habitat. Torn down timetables adorned the stone floor next to read newspapers.
The brown-haired man made his way through the rubbish out onto the otherwise busy streets of central London, where at this early hour there was an almost eerie silence.Large neon letters hung from the windows of large now abandoned glass palaces.
The moon stood in its full glory in the evening sky, but it gave little light, so that the whole city lay in gloomy darkness. Only a few lights penetrated the houses on the maze of streets in which many stray cats were looking for hiding places for the approaching day. An eerie emptiness was reflected in her sickle-like pupils.
In the closed shops, lonely lights illuminated the offers that would wander over the counters the next day. As the city was still asleep, a veil of calm had fallen over London.
With slow steps he strolled through the deserted alleys, further and further away from Central, and instead towards the ever closer district of Bayswater. The trees that lined his path could only be seen in the darkness as isolated shadows, apart from those that stood in the beam of light from a street lamp.A single passing train on line 66, which connected Bayswater to Westminster, rushed past him in the darkness and for a brief moment threw bright light from the windows of the car on him.
The feelings are away
It is nothing more remaining around me to waive
Back into the World, which I know ...
The feelings are gone
There's nothing left to pick me up
Back to the world that I know ...
Bayswater was right on the west bank of the Thames, not far from the heart of London. On foot it was a quarter of an hour at most. The small district had been a popular meeting place among artists for years and had made a name for itself over the years. During the day there were often tourists who hoped to get a bargain somewhere and then hang it in their living room.
Without hurrying, the boy walked down Craven Terrace, a block from the Thames, and then turned onto Lancaster Gate.Finally he came to a stop in front of a three-story cluttered house. It was dark in all the windows and the street lamp across from them was reflected.
He rummaged in the wide pockets of his jeans for the front door key, but couldn't find it at first because it was at the bottom. Five minutes later the lock on the door turned with a creak and it opened.
In the narrow hallway, as in so many other places, darkness came, so he had to look for the light switch on the right. The energy-saving lamp whirred and lit up the surroundings.
"Christian. Where have you been, young man?"
A woman of about 35 was standing at the landing of the stairs with her arms crossed. Her brown hair fell partly on her face while she impatiently stamped her foot. Since she was only dressed in a dressing gown, she had slept soundly.
The named just shrugged his shoulders: "It doesn't matter."
Her green eyes flashed dangerously: "Nothing matters here.So where have you been I don't want to repeat myself. ", her voice had taken on an ominous undertone.
Both stared defiantly into each other's eyes until she finally lowered her gaze.
"Tsss. I'm going to sleep.", Christian replied monotonously before he climbed the stairs past her and just left her standing. Still confused, the brown-haired woman looked at the place where he had been standing before.
The blue-eyed man had meanwhile gone up to his room on the third floor and had dropped his black jacket untidily on his bed. Then he retired to the balcony that adjoined his room and watched the clear sky from there.
The stars shone brightly down to the earth, while Christian watched them as if lost in thought without moving a millimeter. The way he sat there he could have been an old stone figure who has watched over life since the beginning of time.I am over that,
I am from the Life in the Darkness
Can me tired someone here down see?
I am above
I'm tired of living in the dark
Can anyone see me down here
(C) wolffan