Scythe-Works

Morning was not Mear's favourite part of the day. He literally rolled out of bed, still clinging to his duvet. Still more than half asleep, he lazily looked round, trying to locate his clock. The small black box on his desk suddenly jumped into life, blasting some heavily distorted music. Mear always seemed to wake up just before his alarm actually went off. "9am..." he mumbled, reluctantly standing, almost tripping on his bedcovers. He opened his bedroom door, and rubbed his eyes. Yawning, he stumbled along to the bathroom. Looking in the mirror, he growled. He looked, exactly how he felt. Utterly exhausted. His hair was an even worse stuc

 Cold air spread throughout the surrounding atmostphere. Night was falling. Children were tucked up in bed, adults sat inside - grumbling to themselves about the bitter weather. Mear watched lives unfold from his balcony. His soft, green eyes slowly wandering as he gazed at different houses, streets, people. So engrossed was he in his intrest, he could not feel the cold as it tore at his body. Leaning on the blacony, arms folded, he barely blinked. He loved this distraction, a personal escape. From what - he didn't know. The tranquilty soothed him, and time slipped by. A fierce knock sounding from behind him, jolted him back into the ordi

It was a few seconds before Mear actually realised what was happening. The wind softly shifted his clothes and fringe, his eyes staring unblinkingly at his friend. He couldn’t understand what twisted emotions could possibly have led to this moment. The friend shared the same determined gaze, although his eyes showed none of the confusion Mears’ suffered. In fact, his displayed a horrid sense of glee, tinted with a festering malice. The cold slowly numbed Mear’s body. He could no longer feel the blood trickling from the corner of his mouth. A single tear slithered slowly from his eye. He coughed, more crimson liquid leaked f