Short Preview of the next chapter. Why so long you ask? I have a job now. There. So, Please and Thank you, Comment!
Characters Belonging to Black Cat are Black Cat's Any Others Are Moine. Gracias.
Black Cat- Code: KN
Left Behind to find your Love
Screams ripped through air as gunshots rang out leaving the smell of gun power thick in the atmosphere. A hunger- pained cry of a baby reverberated loudly, nearly deafening all other sounds, a loud crash was then heard then all went silent.
Sven awoke slowly, his eyes steadily adjusting to the bright florescent lights above him. Had the lights in his house always this bright? His hearing was the next to come to him and he heard the slow mumble of a voice, no higher than a whisper, but still audible enough that he could pick up their words.
"-though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil; for You are with me; Your rod and Your staff they comfort me… anoint my head with oil; my cup runs ov-… All the days of my life… dwell in the house of the Lord forever."
Sven grunted lightly as he attempted to change his position in order to hear this deep voice that was layered with so much conviction. While not trying to make a sound as he shifted, yet the voice stopped reading and a soft chuckle was heard.
"Awake are we?"
Sven turned his head as far as he could without straining his neck too much, and found himself looking at the pale, handsome face of Dr. Ieni. He had changed since Sven had left the hospital, Ieni's pale skin looked thick and powdery; his hazel eyes, which were normally tinted a bright green, looked grey and dead; his thin lips, although curled up in a grin, lacked comfort. He was a ghost. A shadow. A poltergeist.
"I apologize. I didn't mean to disturb your sleep." Ieni spoke.
Sven found it hard to speak so he shook his head in disagreement. He never pinned Ieni as a man of the cloth. He enjoyed Ieni's reading and wished for him to start again.
"You… read the… bible?" Sven asked in a raspy, yet gentle whisper.
Ieni smirked and put the bible on the dresser. "Call it force of habit. My old man… he pushed it on us. I hated it at first…" His fingers traced the cross on the front of the bible. "But soon, I learned…" His eyes turned old and he shook his head. "It doesn't matter he's gone now. But you Mr. Sven need to eat something."
Like magic, food seemed to appear from his hands. Sven had to give it to Ieni he did take care of him. Sven propped himself up and began to eat, hardly two spoonfuls of food touched his mouth when his stomach started to cramp.
"URG!" Sven doubled over from the excruciating pain and squeezed his torso harshly. With a harsh shove he pushed his food on the floor and retreated into his sheets.
Ieni didn't gasp or make any harsh movement instead he asked with a calm voice. "Not to your liking then?"
Ieni's statement was followed up by a shiver from Sven and sliding deeper into the sheets. Ieni looked at him listlessly and got the tray from the floor then silently exited the room.
Sven is still in the sheets.