Their Door

Searching, scattered, lost in the district, he tried to recall the address of his one and only home. He was an oddity, walking among a crowd of the unknowing. He had too much to know, but all this knowledge was fable, faded, and lost with time as he scurried to pick up its fragments and mend it back together in this path of rediscovery.

"Mom… Dad…"

He wanted to see them. It'd been years. He wouldn't want his final memory of his mother being one of fear, hatred, or resentment. He aimed to wipe away the image of a gun held to his mother's skull.

"Master…" The man he spoke of was gone. Though his impression still remained. All that surrounded him was nothing but a reminder of what once was. The shining sun up above; his painful old friend. The 'scrapers rising sky high; momentary shades, and momentary blanks like the spaces left in his mind.

Abel was lost.

He'd been lost since the escape. His mind took time to heal the initial shock of its near re-taking. 'He' hadn't shown up ever since.

"Who…?"

Even Abel began to forget. All he did know though, was that something that was not his, remained within.

He'd ignored it, for the year being.

Tension in his heart suddenly rose. Something important was nearby. He could tell.

Abel looked around, realizing he'd found himself in a familiar neighborhood. A suburb found right by the Heart of Jenzaya.

"This is…"

He continued to walk forwards. Every step he took was another knot formed in the ongoing tension of his heart. It wasn't anxiety, but a rather lenient emotion.

Nostalgic recognition.

There it was. The home he'd grown up in. And the last house he'd seen before spending too much time in another, as a slave.

"Mom… Dad…"

Once again, Abel continued to walk forwards. But the knots were becoming too tight. The resistance brought on a new, unforeseen emotion other than recognition.

Anger.

Like a viscous syrup, it suddenly seeped onto his heart, beginning to coat it with a thin layer.

"Runny…" He ignored it and pestered forwards. After all, he didn't recognize the feeling as his. He had no clue who it belonged to. But it did, in fact, belong to someone.

Finally arriving to the front-door steps, he knocked on the house's door.

This door was not opened very often. But when it was opened, one could say Pandora's Box was opened.

What could be found inside was far from abnormal. But what was to be discovered, beyond the wooden door, would soon cause tremors, and shake the earth to its core.

The door was opened.