Okay, here goes. This is the prologue of my novel. This is probably as much as the blog will see in one hit other than other little snippets. Enjoy. Please comment your thoughts and let me know what you think!
It wasn’t a common sight to see a bird fly above the rooftops of London, most living things seemed to avoid the city nowadays.
The mist seemed to settle on the black glossy feathers of its wings as they beat against the cold air. A harsh beak protruded from the birds skull that looked as strong as steel. It’s beating wings seemed to stretch across the milky sky. Its beady eyes surveyed the city beneath its wings. The grey buildings huddled together like mourners, grieving for the city lost in the governments new rule.
The bird dived, its wings pointed to the sky, the feathers shook from the air pressing either side. It leveled out and began its bumpy flight through the mist and wind. The London houses sat in lines that stretched on beneath the bird. No thoughts or feelings could be seen, there was no expression of love on the houses no colour or decoration. Grey bricks formed lines cemented into place occasionally broken up by a grubby door or window.
The bird screeched, its call echoed down to the houses.
The bird slowly descended until its skeletal claws landed on the cold pavement. Its beak pounded the concrete as it searched for food.
A moment later a scream pierced the air, the bird flinched and took flight once again with a shriek.
As it flew away the screams continued. A woman below its scaly claws is kneeling on the dirty pavement. Her head is in her hands and she is screaming as if her very soul has been torn from her chest, as if the only emotion she will ever feel is pain and misery.
Behind her, hidden in the doorway is a young boy, he looks about sixteen but is tall and broad. His knees are shaking as he watches the woman risking her life. Tears rolled down his cheeks and dropped to the pavement joining the thousands of others that had been cried over the years.
The woman stood up and angrily wiped away the silver tears that rolled down her cheeks. Two men stood in front of her nursing rifles and dressed in dark blue. They had ammunition and more weapons strapped to their bodies. One of them smirked at the woman and muttered something to his companion. A coarse remark was aimed at the woman followed by mocking laughter. With a final roar the woman flung her body forward towards the man with anger and grief giving her surprising strength.
The boy behind her flinched suddenly with horror in his eyes. He knew what would happen to her if she even laid a finger on one of the soldiers. His hands brushed her cardigan as he went to grab her, the material slipped through his fingers as she lunged forwards. A single shot sliced through the air; the woman’s body was thrown backwards as blood sprayed from her chest. She fell to the floor like a limp doll, her head lolled back so that her glassy eyes stared at the horrified boy in the doorway. He couldn’t tear his gaze away from her wide and staring eyes, the last thing she would ever see was the grey sky surrounded by the cloned houses and the boy pretending to be her nephew who ran to her side shouting her name.
The soldiers left after a few minutes and took the body with them. They left the boy standing in the dirty street with blood on his shirt and his arms at his sides. His hands were clenched as if he could still feel her cardigan slipping through his fingers and desperately needed to cling on.