In the Ghost Town

{ _{^{Wolves don't lose sleep over the opinions of sheep.}} }

Smoke flitted to the air in an almost graceful dance as he leaned against the railing, with his phone vibrating mildly against the side of his face. His fingers tightened their grip on it slightly, as the light flashed quietly on the surface of his skin. With a thin pencil that perched lightly on his left hand, Alexei exhaled, dropped the pencil and pinched the bridge of his nose with his thumb and index finger.

The oddity stood right before the doors of the place--what any normal being would coin as an 'Asylum', thought an unequivocally beat-up one at that. While his hand reached out to touched the grimy texture of the walls, his eyebrows knitted together as he allowed a soft growl to escape his otherwise calm composure.

"In other words," He said calmly to his superior on the other end of the phone that clearly smug that they were rendering his job useless-- their satisfaction in seeing him fail in accomplishing his job was infuriating, and Xei was that close to strangling them with the closest object he could get his hands on. "You want me to tear down the walls of the district, and rebuild the school for some kids with really slimy hair."

His sentence was affirmed with a slight cough, and a noise of disapproval that he referred to the citizens as beings of slimy hair. Much to Xei's disgust, they merely repeated themselves, under the impression that his mind failed to work and comprehend their commands. His mind was working perfectly fine--theirs were indisputably fickle. While they covey constant wishes for him to eradicate domestic terrorism at that part of the Big Apple, they prattle on about morality and how inhumane it would be, after a month or two into the operation. Their indecisiveness repulsed him thoroughly, and much to his dismay, they continued their assumption that he would fail to be an independent being with an independent thought. That independent being in Xei, however, was saying an extremely loud "What the fuck", and that white-hair boy wasn't sure if he should refrain himself from vocalizing those exact words just to make their cheeks go as red as tomatoes.

He knew what was happening in America, and that information was hushed up from the district, out of the fear that it would cause pointless hope. The stats elected a new president that was more humane than the last, but inhumane enough to decreed that the delinquents should be contained in the school, with an equally harsh system of corporal punishment in place.

"And you want me to stay here." He repeated numbly.

Within seconds, the call disconnected with a soft 'click', and the lean guy was left staring at the home screen of his Iphone. Xei was on the brink of smashing his phone, purely out of rage. The screen was impeccably clean; a complete contrast to the murderous thoughts crowding into the mind of its owner's. Taking a deep breath to quell his fury, Alexei Alkaev stared at the sun peaking through the crowd--a sunrise that was promising a new day, a new beginning, a new--

"I FUCKING QUIT."

tantrum.