The warehouse

The clock rung, echoing in the distance awaking the town from an seemingly endless slumber. The sun seeps through the cracks in the wall filling the dark room with a dim illuminating feel revealing dust particles from the dry and humid atmosphere.

Shuffling on the floor,careful not to attract any unwanted attention from the others, I slowly asend from the cold concrete floor wary not to disturb the man made bed of newspapers and an old jacket I found in the street.

Brushing off the dirt from my ratted clothes, I head towards the doorway, moving the blanket like door that has been nailed to the frame on the entrance. The hallway is dank as perusual with its cracked walls and shifting floors creaking beneath my feet, as it could give away at any moment. Rushing through the corridor finding my self in the center of the “living room” more like a run down room I head for the exit.

Living in the warehouse has always been a struggle that I could never admit to my fellow companions. How could I tell them that the sanctuary that I found if I may add gave me the creeps. We had all been wandering the streets of “god knows where” for the past ten years wondering if a place like this even existed.

As I make my way out of the “warehouse”, or at least that’s what we call it, I slip through the circular exit into the unlit tunnels leading to the outside world. The guards or reckless runts as I call them Jacob and Nico, both stand at the end of the hallowed path watching for intruders or nightbloods.

“Hey there Nico.” Looking at her I can see that she hasn’t slept, like the most of us, too scared that if her lids were to fall under the influence of the sleep spell that she may wake the next morning in the realm of underworld. “Hey there leader! What got you up this early in the morning?” Her brow raises “you know hunting this late is suicide, and forbidden if I may add.” I laugh, who would have though that she actually listened to me during the town and council meetings. I find my self amused.

I ignore her statement, but ignolage her words with a simple smirk and a shrug of the shoulders as I greet Jacob. His grey eyes seem to darken with every visit I make to him. His blond short hair tickling his forehead, almost long enough to cover on of his eyes. Jacob is a tall boy, around six foot two if I had to guess and is one the most silent of them all. He really nails that tall dark and silent type most of the girls down here would quickly fall for. His long black t shirt it tight against his muscles as are his black skinny jeans which in my opinion is not a good fighting outfit, but who am I to complain.

Nico just stands there frantically navigating the tunnel with her eyes through the many corridors leading to different towns of all which I control. Her pale blue eyes contrast with her dark skin in her camo pants and tight black crop top that ends right above where her “to die for curves” begin. “I’m just going out for a strole. Maybe going to go visit the other underground kingdoms to begin trading and the construction of a tunnel way that will connect all of our six kingdoms.

I may even try to convince them to begin the construction of the international tunnels.” This world being made up of supernatural beings, we could set up portals for an easy travel between our countries that would surely help with the recent resources and supply shortages. Especially with the cold age upon us.

I slip my way past the two and head out towards the “nightrealm” keeping my true intentions hidden until the right moment arrives and death is at our door.