Christian Wiser, Prologue

Christian saw his reflection glowing off the tiny water puddle imbedded in the asphalt ground. His face ran rabid with tears of sorrow and regret, watching himself run away from his former glory. His debt had been paid and the rest of eternity lay in front of him. The death and horror haunted his soul with memories of countless murder and manslaughter. His hair drip wet with drops from the pale horrid sky drizzling above. His eyes stood starring in the muggy water, wanting his former unknown past to come back and let him know how hard he let out on all those innocent bodies. It was unexplainable to a human to see how much bloodshed Christian had caused, only the killer himself could describe the gory, unlawful killing that took place in the past.
The only god Christian had known abandoned him long ago. The thoughts of making him kill all those people made him think that there was no god to believe in, and nothing to perish with when his blood dripped thin. The land was infected with scares from the nonsense of man, leading the world to its demise. Christian had nothing left to go to, his life was empty. Nothing more than a memory of newspaper articles scattered through the street, and even those made him embarrassed to show his face. Opening every last crevice in his fate Christian found one last memory that would make a tear come to his face.
She was perfect. Going through hell all day and her hair still smelt like the roses from heaven. She wouldn’t know he loved her, Christian gave up on her. Her body laid under the ground because of the passion Christian had for her, she never lived long enough for Christian to tell her. The love was Incomparable to any other, the only love in the world that would last forever, even after death, wherever they may go. Whenever her laugh was there, Christians world have no problems and the doubt in his life became the love. Never ending willingness to love, but she never got to hear those three strong words from Christians mouth, I love you.


One summer afternoon, when the flowers were blossomed and the grass grew over the light brick pathway that raveled down toward the edge of the park, Christian and her stood, hand and hand, together talking about absolutely nothing and yet enjoying themselves as best friends do on days as these. Christian would gaze at her from his brim and she would do nothing, except enjoy the sun they had shining from above. He longed to kiss her, be her lover and best friend, and know that they would spend the rest of time together, and yet he suspected, from some peculiar sense of his, that it would never be true, and never be promising.
From the moment the sun shown up the two were as lively as the sun itself! Never would they fight or disagree on anything the world had in mind, except maybe who was faster or who could close there eyes the longest without looking at one another. And Christian would always win that one; while his eyes were closed she too would star and hope they would be together, and strive with so much lust, that even cupid’s arrow wouldn’t make them more in love. She would make secret promises that one day she would be this man’s pride, and someday be this man’s only love.
The park then was ever more interesting than now, trees strove freely without and hazardous from the city, the river flowed unstoppable with trout jumping and flipping around and minnows lurking around mustering for a place to hide. The grass needed no shave, leaving the path all naturally curved and grass in between the bricks, causing it to feel as if it had been there for hundreds of years, since the beginning of time. Butterfly’s flew by the drove’s in piece and serenity with the bees. Like there were no problems here, a place to shed the stress of day and layer on the piece of night. Casting on a power to release bad essence of the day and fill the body with all the good they needed for the next.
Walking away from the path the, Christian stops and turns toward her with a small grin on his face. He leans in and touches her forehead with his and whispers to her as she listens intently, “ Come with me, be with me, just give me a chance to show you all I have. I know we don’t have much…”, Christian paused to gaze into her warm, sweet eyes as she did the same to him. “ but we’ve got each other”. She smiled and ran away to the flower patch behind the pathway, on the edge of the park.
Christian was nearly twenty at this time and she was the same, and yet they had the love of two eternal twins, meant to be together for ever. Christian glanced over to her side and saw her laying down underneath the tall green grass that grew so perfectly here. Another man walked around the path to a bench on the corner, enjoying his day unexpectedly more than Christian yet knew.
He jogged over to her resting spot to lay next to her and her breath-defying posture. It seemed she had turned over on her belly to take a nap, and Christian was going to do the same except he saw that strange man give him a wave, as to come help him with something important. After trotting over the man sat up and raised his posture to Christian, “ Do you know anything about knives?”, the man questioned rhetorically.
“ I’m sorry sir, what?”, everything was going through Christians head, Knives? Why on a day like this, how would he question me like that, he saw me enjoying myself, why knives? Has he got one, I’m sure he doesn’t need help with it, And on beautiful day like this! The man asked Christian again if he knew anything about knives, that time Christian posted up with his hand against the bench and replied very politely, “ I’m sorry sir I don’t have much time to spend with em, and I’m a little busy, so if you could please excuse me I’ve gotta go lay with my friend”.
“ What friend?”, right then Christian turned around and saw that she was gone and no trace of her was to be heard or seen of. His heart was pounding and his pulse was nearly about to explode out of his arm. Lifting his hands on top of his head to think, he rushed around to the man on the bench.
“ What’d you……?”, his speech halted as a gun was directed to his mouth. The man knocked back the lever and stood up to Christian and placed it gently on his neck.
“ So boy, looks like you didn’t have enough time did you?”, the man laughed as he spat out those last horrid words.
Somehow he knew he loved her, he knew he lived for her, and he knew he would do anything for her. Alone with a new forced friend the two walked casually as could be through the edge of the park and into the setting of night.