Germ's Theory

His expression betrayed elation, even though the barriers of freedom was bound to unlock.

What was even labeled as prevailed in his existence? Anyway, he was left helpless. Germ recognized that he may be left behind, but not in this way. Not to be abandoned in a cell for years.

Did importance matter when it came to trust? Germ was deemed to be a grown-up, who admitted that randoms―as he referred to―occurred in life.

He blinked his eyes, hid them with an arm as the barriers unlocked, and the flashing gleam brushed throughout the bare area, where he was left out.

He didn't wish to go out, he didn't want to! His only wish was to dwell here, the significance he built in this cell, for years, will get crushed to unnecessary flakes, to a dull scenery.

"Hey, get out." one of the protectors commanded, annoyance engraved in his manner as he stood by the gate with a grimace. Looks like somebody else was irritated as him. It didn't matter if he was wishing to get Germ off here quick, what all counted to Germ, is that there was someone else was as irked as him―at least, yet the fierce emotion Germ was put on, was, as Germ referred to, hatred.

A sluggish waft caressed against the back of his neck, making Germ sigh. His sights flickered to glance around the street openings, just where the hell can he wither and finally perish? He can't flee now, he has to return back to his mother ―who he never heard of from years― and casually open the door and notify her that he is going to make a crime to go back to jail. If only it can be that simple!

Germ groaned as he spread his arms, he found out that worrying about the forthcoming scenario will bring him nowhere- what will happen, happen.

Lost glimpses of wonder and skepticism were shot to his frame, minding off their own world as he passed past them. That was life, one isn't in the center, in fact, one is just an obstacle, a guide to someone's else achievement.

Germ stood by a shop's window, shredded labels were stuck to the rusty window. He twitched his head in a slight dissatisfaction. His awareness was brought to a half ripped off ticket, dust was glued to the piece of paper. He chewed on his chapped lips and covered his form more with the coat that was brought to him.

He was shoved into the shop's window in an abrupt, almost tripping as he attained his composure. Germ jerked his head behind him to glare at the spur of the force, just to notice a youngster hesitating on his direction before shooting Germ a panicked look.

"Sorry, " the kid murmured, his gaze sliding from the street's ground to Germ's thin layer coat, "uh, I'm... going now?"

Germ dozed, letting off the youth to flee away. The kid, with no extra second, hurried away from Germ, and was nowhere to be detected. "I'm way old for this- wait- not too old. I'm still an eighteen at heart."

"Say, were you by any chance, gathering

fortune

?" A raspy tone was echoed off the alley, did he really wished to sound frightening? His glare was just as frightening enough. The kid's breath was hooked in his throat, he dared not to move his stare away from an eye contact with the aged dude, nor to have a straightforward look with his eyes. "Y'know, I'm still not that good with brats, so answer."