Existence chapter 1

Dominic groaned as he sat up in bed and slammed down on the alarm clock that was ringing in his ear. He rolled back over and fell back asleep with a light snore before a woman with bright red hair bound into the room and leapt onto the bed in an almost feline manner. She landed on his legs making him shout and sit up to find Faye sitting unfazed on his legs.

"Faye! Get the hell off!" He shouted, trying to kick her off but she stayed sitting on his legs.

"Get up lazy." She chirped in a sing song voice.

"Make me." He grumbled, slamming his head back into the pillow.

Faye lifted one of her well plucked eyebrows and leant down to his ear.

"Remember last time I made you get up?" She whispered, giggling to herself.

Dominic lifted his head and squirmed himself out of her hold, standing beside the bed while she sat on the covers smiling at him.

"You're a real bitch you know that right?" He growled, scowling at her.

She giggled again and jumped off of the bed and landed with grace beside him.

"Breakfast."

She skipped out of the room and closed it behind her. Dominic groaned and slumped against the wall, looking out into the city. The lights extinguished and the light sound of car horns and railway tracks could be heard.

Dominic got up and changed into black jeans and a white v-neck shirt, before catching his appearance in the mirror. The same well toned tan skin; almond shaped dark brown eyes and flat, slightly spiked chestnut hair with bangs. The same face he has been seeing for over 769 years and the same face he will be seeing for many more years to come.

He pushed the bangs to one side only to watch them fall back into his eyes, he sighed and left it out that finally meeting Faye in the kitchen. Noticing that his bedroom door handle was scratched in several places and it no longer locked.

"I see you broke my lock." He called.

Faye hopped into the room carrying two plates ladled with eggs and bacon smiling.

"It was either that way or the door went down."

Dominic went into the living room and sat on the couch beside Faye and lifted up his plate while she flicked through the channels to find a suitable one. Finally stopping on the early morning cartoons and smiling.

"You are such a child."

Faye threw a pillow at him and picked up her plate, her eyes scanning the TV with content and entertainment.

"You're never too old for cartoons." She said, resting her empty plate on the table.

Dominic laughed to himself. "774 years old isn't old enough for you?"

Faye chuckled and picked up her clean plate and his full plate and went back into the kitchen to dispose of them. Dominic leant against the couch and scanned the TV also, watching the cartoon people fight. He leant for the control but heard something smash in the kitchen, thinking better on it he leant away from the remote and grabbed a leather jacket off of the hook in the living room and headed for the front door.

"I'm going for a walk Faye. I should be back soon."

The sound of a second plate smashing and Faye's calls of goodbye could be heard in the hall as Dominic headed for the golden elevator. Beeping in the lobby with his card he zoomed down. As usual the wizened old doorman bowed to him as he left and resumed his position of standing stock still until another tenant walked through the revolving doors.
Dominic buried his hands in his leather jacket and went through the alley back into town square which was just as; if even possible, busier then it was the night before.

People rushed past carrying suitcases, coffees and talking on Bluetooth's. Dominic looked at each and every face, remembering that odd feature that made them stand out to him.

The man with the heavily freckled face, the rotund man that bounced when he walked, the woman with the sharp cheekbones. Each face every changing, just like the way it should be. Always changing, never the same.

But for Dominic and Faye never the same wasn't an option. The appearances stopped changing after the age of 27, 25 in Faye's case. There height never higher, their weight never lower. Hair never growing or shading, faces never fattening or thinning. Nothing changes and nothing shall until there last breath.

Dominic thought of his fate, he also thought about the fate of those around him. The young children that will grow up to be lawyers and doctors, the men and women that are going to be mothers and fathers then the elderly who are going to die living a full life.
But Dominic's fate was different. He was born out of greed to the world. He was not born out of love or care, his birth was planned and set out. Every stage of his life has been set out; his existence was planned from the moment he was conceived.

But yet again so were the others. Each of their birth's was planned and carried out with great care. Each born into a separate system but in a way all the same. All conceived and born into the world as carers to the land, the sky, the seas and the forests. All of them intertwined together in the same fate of having the care for the earth and all its occupants.

All of them being born as the god's to the earth, the ones to care for it when all hope has been forgotten.

Dominic scrunched up his fists and gritted his teeth, above the sky became cloudy and a crack of lightning shot across the sky and rain poured down. Everyone started to run for cover as Dominic kept on walking through the storm, people running past him, smashing into him sending Dominic flying into different directions finally getting pushed into an abandoned alley where her slid down the brick wall and landed onto the gravel. Frustrated at the earth and all its inhabitants, cursing them for being the reason he had to live in a place like this, a place where hate and death was as normal as breathing.

He punched the ground causing a large thunderbolt to shoot through the sky sending anyone else left out on the streets into hiding.