The end or the beginning?
*gulp! Gulp!*
He gulped his saliva while his sweat dripped.
His eyes are trembling While watching his left hand with a knife getting near on his right hand ready to cut his wrist.
He closed his eyes tightly and cut his wrist quickly. But after he cut his hand that actually wasn't deep and serious, he immediately let go of the knife.
*clang! *
"Arrggh! Hurt! It's hurt! "
He shout while still closing his eyes tightly, afraid to see his wound.
He slowly crawled to his bed as if he was dying, all bottles of alcohol scattered around and rolling around everytime he made a small contacted with it.
The room was filled of a smell of the alcohol, still not looking at his wound he lie on his bed and look in daze at the ceiling.
"I'm still 20 Years old but now I'm dying, I guess this is the end of my life. Anyway, since I'm living alone since I'm 15, there's really nothing to worry about...............
In the end there's no meaning for my life to continue... "
He said with a trembling voice, his eyes were filled of loneliness. He was a beggar to begin but got adopted by a single old woman but she died because of ages(too old) at his 15 birthday.
The blood on his wrist slowly slide down before falling on the bed sheet, The drunk man also slowly falling asleep.
After five minutes a bright light shine inside his room, no one noticed it since there's no neighbors and also it vanished quickly.
Night passed and the moon slowly goes down and was slowly replaced by a morning sun.
A fresh air came inside from the open window pushing the smell of alcohol out of the room, the song from the birds constantly rang making the morning more peaceful.
"Woaaaaaah! Woaaaaaah!"
Suddenly a cry of a baby broke the peaceful morning and making the man wake up.
"is the heaven always noisy like this? "
He asked with a frown, his sight was still blurry and the cry of the baby was only getting louder making his head ache.
"Damn! So noisy! Hmm?..... Why does it look like my room?"
He asked with confusion and look around after realizing the room, only to see the bottles of alcohol that he drunk last night.
"what the?"
He shout and raise his right hand only to see a small cut that look like an accident while cutting an onion, but thats not what important right now! This is his room so why there's a baby here that looks like a newborn?
"what's going on? Who sneak here and left their child so heartlessly?"
But unfortunately no one was there to answer his question plus the sound of a crying baby was only making his head ache more.
[beep! Detecting the new life of the host!..... Beep! Detecting a new life near the host! Beep! System scan activated....... Host blood line detected... DNA activated....... 100% result to father-son... First Target found please wait for your first mission!]
Suddenly before he could even think further a new voice rang in his mind. Making him dazy.
"what?! Wait..... WHAT?! What's going on? What DNA? What System? Who's the fuck talking? What scan!! What target? What Mission?"
"Waaaahhhhh! Woaaaaaah! "
And with that ALLEN's morning was greet by an extremely headache plus hung over with a never ending cry of a baby and and alien voice in his head making his head hurt more.
