~Melody~

Think about what the word shattered means.
Go on, really thing about it.
When you hear it, you automatically assume something has been harshly broken into a thousand pieces by an outside force.
But what if something is so terribly broken, it's doubtful anything could piece it together again?
And then, in a horribly unfair twist of fate, the thing that was shattered, encounters yet again, what broke it in the first place.
Can you imagine the implications?
It would be.....disastrous.

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~Aiden Walker~

The steady, monotonous beep of a life support machine became louder as Aiden began to regain consciousness.
He forced his eyes open, fighting against the lead that seemed to be holding them shut.
Searing orange sunlight pierced the crack in his fluttering eyelids,
And he slammed his eyes shut completely, waiting momentarily while his eyes adjusted to the light.
Pale cream walls and a yellow ceiling came into view, and Aiden immediately recognized himself to be in a hospital.
The memories of the previous day clattered about in his mind, and he shot up out of bed, ignoring the instant throbbing headache.
His mom was gone.
Heartlessly murdered right before his eyes.
And yet, he knew there would be no justice for what had transpired.
No one would believe his crazy story.
A girl, wreathed in shadows, had used some type of supernatural ability to create a car accident?
He'd be locked away faster than he could say 'insane'.
Beneath Aiden's heavy thoughts of his mother's death, he wondered...how often had this occurred before?
How many deaths were not because of a natural cause, but actually from an intelligent force, coldly ripping away lives as if that force had the right?
His father?
He very well knew of his father's work at the C.I.A....he brought his work home with him all the time.
Aiden also knew that his father had disappeared on an infiltrating mission when he was ten—an unfortunate accident indeed—however, his mother had died from a regular, run of the mill car crash.
Was that not also an unfortunate accident?
Not but a few days ago, he would have assumed so, seeing as the law of averages fit the circumstance.
Cars were safe...missions quite often were completed without a hitch, but there was always the odd few that took a turn for the worst, bringing nothing but chaos and sorrow.
They were just unfortunate accidents...
Unless they weren't?
Quite similiar, now that he thought about it, to Murphy's Law, which stated that 'if something can go wrong, it will.'
However, what if chance and unfortunate accidents played no part in everyday tragedies?
Aiden had always assumed that there was a reason for everything that happened on a daily basis, but he hadn't put much thought to it.
The shadow girl that looked to being living in darkness, she had seemed intelligent.
There must have been a reason for her actions...were they her own, or was she controlled?
However, that opened a whole other can of worms.
For one to be controlled, there must be another that wishes it, consequently confirming the fact that there were more of these shadow people.
Either she was some sort of dark, cruel vigilante, or she was a part of an entire society.
Neither of these thoughts appealed to him.
Jarring himself from his thoughts,
the logical and strategical part of his brain—the bigger part—began to analyze the room as his eyes took in everything.
He needed to get out of here.
Looking down, he ripped the I.V. Drip from his forearm, causing the machine to start blipping loudly.
Aiden jumped out of bed, snatching his neatly folded clothes from the nearby chair as he passed.
Recognizing the fact that nurses were probably headed to his room, he quickly dressed, then headed to the window.
A quick glance about about him confirmed that the quickest way out was the window, where the last rays of sunlight of the day seeped through the curtains.
No one would assume that he had taken that route.
Seeing as they were on the fifth floor, the window was a fifty foot ride down onto the unforgiving concrete below, express shipping.
He scaled the windowsill, then carefully maneuvered himself to hang uncomfortably underneath the window.
And not a moment too soon.
The scurrying of nurses filled the room above him, and they started chattering worryingly as they discovered his absence.
It wasn't too long before the room was silent again, as the nurses rushed about to locate their lost patient.
Aiden heaved himself up on the ledge and dropped quietly back into the room.
As he silently walked towards the door, he took a glance at his chart that hung off the bed.
What he saw made him freeze in his tracks.
The date of the accident had been the twelfth of May, and the current date was the fifth of July.
He hadn't been out for a day as he previously thought. He had been out for over a month and a half.
Looking closer, Aiden read that he had been put into an induced coma to assist his brain in healing from the severe trauma it had endured.
Aiden guessed that the shockwave of the car's explosion had caused the trauma.
He shook his head, backing away from the chart and resuming his getaway-walk down the halls of the hospital.
A bitter antiseptic smell filled his nose, and he hurried to make his way outside, where the sun had set, causing the full moon to shine its gentle light on him.
He hated hospitals.
All they represented to him was suffering and death.
A harsh stab of pain from his mother's death engulfed him once again, but his logical side...the side that helped him survive, harshly pushed it away.
The kind, thoughtful personality he had carried with him his whole life, was violently shoved to the back of his heart in a cold, dark corner, and that was when a burning feeling rose in his chest.
He would find this girl, and on his life, she would answer for her actions.
In this riled up state of mind, nothing he thought of could condone her actions.
She had committed murder, and his poor innocent mother had been the victim.
He would have retribution.

~Far, far away, at about the same time...
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A mysterious girl, shrouded in shadow, stared unblinkingly down at the ever-busy city below.
The full moon above shone its pearly light across her sorrow-ridden face.
Her mind was filled with thoughts of a pretty, middle aged woman and her younger teenage son, even though it had been months previous since the incident had occurred.
Yet another twinge of guilt shot through her hard exterior and straight to her heart...or what she had for a heart anyways.
The woman had not deserved what she had been dealt.
Her life was supposed to be so much longer, yet the elders had commanded her death.
'It is essential to the good of humanity,' they had told her.
The good of the many, outweighed the good of the one.
However, a sense of danger had draped itself about her, and refused to relinquish its hold.
Something was extremely wrong.
...Like the boy, whose intense forest green eyes bore into her soul when she closed her eyes.
It was unwritten knowledge of her people's history, that humans couldn't see through the shadows that her kind hid themselves in.
Yet, he had.
A tickle in the back of her mind dragged her from her thoughts, and her head shot up.
It was the very unfamiliar sensation of a soul, dragging itself away from the brink of death's cliff.
The boy.
He had woken up.
The edges of her lips curved up in a slight smile.
He was a part of what was coming, she was sure of it.
Most would have died from the trauma his brain had endured, yet he had woken up.
There was a purpose for his survival, and she would find out what.