Unacquainted

Vibrant and contrasting, a solitary red rose within a desolate plain of ash. This was a young man who found himself lost in a place he clearly did not belong, and the young man has confronted a older man who stood opposite him; who was in conferment with his surroundings. The young man beheld a look of consternation; the old man seemed in a serene state of calm, despite his bewildered gaze which seemed as if his face were made of stone. This face hung, frozen in time. Unable to rouse from its sinister state; the face gawked at you menacingly, inducing your very soul to quiver irrepressibly. The old man's eyes were cold and forbidding; the eyes seemed to smile as if they were able to see within the young man's body and watch his soul twitch and grimace. Though the old man did not show any sign of pleasure, it was evident that he was drawing satisfaction from this torment. His mouth didn't smile but instead remained perfectly still molded into a frown; the young man was entranced at the sight of this mouth, it was smiling yet remained unchanged, the old man was enjoying himself clearly. Several more moments passed between the two entities, the silence was broken as the old man said aloud, "Thank you," then swiftly turned on his heel and vacated; the young man was now in a state of perplexion, absolutely baffled by the scene that had just occurred in before him. The tension in the area dropped and the young man shook his stupification and cleared his mind then went to shuffle his feet and move in the direction of his original intention only to hear a loud noise. He had been shot. Everything faded, and ringing filled his ears, he slouched forward grasping everything withing reach as he left the world. He was dead.