SOON AFTER THE LOSS OF SHEILA BEAUMONT...
It's been days on end, He's waited weeks for her to come home, Attempted to call or message her, With no response, Voicemail after voicemail.. After voicemail, He was beginning to grow worried
He's already filed a missing persons report, Not even the cops can find her
He can't sleep, Eat, Or go to work, Without thinking of her, His precious younger sister, Whom he failed to protect from the job they worked together, Ryker was supposed to keep Sheila safe, He was supposed to cherish her, The last piece of family he had left.
But she slipped through his fingers like sand and grains, Never to be salvaged again, Just like his mother and father..
Ryker took a long hiatus from work, And soon after returning, Recieved a call..
"Hello, It's Cassilda from Apartment 10, I'm off to a concert, Could someone pop over and check in on my little prince? Sorry it's so last minute..."
Ryker was skeptical of this, But he can't slack off now, Can he? He's too kind to leave an infant like that, And besides — The bills won't pay themselves, Not without Sheila's help anymore.
Before he knew it, Ryker was on the elevator, And as it stopped, A feeling of dread filled him as he walked to the apartment, And as he opened it..
...
Where was the kid?
He saw nothing but ash and smoke, Which he coughed and swatted out of his vision, He made his way up the stairs
...
He ran through the hallway, Running ad fast as the rabbit hopped, That kid was no ordinary kid — That was the kid who took Sheila, His sister, His beloved sister..
And as he ran along the path, He bumped into you, Too scared to react, He took your hand and lead you into the elevator with him, The more the merrier, And if he could evacuate another person, Maybe it'd fuel his ego after weeks of self hatred
"Hey.."
He ran a hand through his white hair as the doors closed
"Who are you...?"