The sun seemed to dissolve into the ocean, as Sean watched it set from the Empire State Building, melting away into the ocean, coming from nothingness and returning to nothingness, only to raise again the next day, from nothingness, the nothingness of space. How hypocritical, Sean thought, calling the universe space, when there really is no space there. He chuckled at his stupid thoughts, and leapt down from the small concrete block he stood upon. Heading back to the elevator, he took one last look into the sky and saw a bright star that seemed to wink at him as he walked through the roof door, and a quote his grandfather had told him came to mind suddenly, "Every one hundred years, a hero is born" the old man would usually laugh then, and say "Are you that hero, Sean?" and rub his head, but that was back when he was a child and Sean was smarter now, he knew there was no such thing as golden warriors.

Streetlights flickered on as Sean exited the skyscraper, and already the sky had been blanketed in a star-coated darkness; which was almost impossible to see, due to the glowing radiance of the city, which was less spectacular than one would imagine. Poison filled skies, acidic waste dumps, and street gangs worse then both, "How spectacular." Sean said sarcamiscally to the air, and headed down the sidewalk. The words of his grandfather stuck in his head like a back itch, but he merely shook his head again and said aloud, "Why would a 17-year-old, high-school dropout be a hero?" And then another line of his grandfather's popped in, "Heroes come in all shapes and sizes, did I ever tell you the story of..." And the words drifted into space as Sean's eyes gazed upon a woman walking up the opposite side of the street.

Stiletto heels clicked and clacked across the concrete, her long black stockings led up her mini-skirt which rustled gently in the breeze along with her bouncing curls, which seemed to be in rhythm with her chest, but her eyes were distant, looking about like a lost puppy. Sean watched her for a moment, feeling almost sympathetic for her until a car drove past, slowed down, backed up and she got in. His lips went up in disgust, "Filthy hooker trash." And suddenly, his opinion about her was changed. "Appearances can be deceiving." His grandfather spoke again, "Even the cutest cat can wield the deadliest poison, but none a poison worse then a woman." Sean growled and shook his fist in the air, "Shut up already!"

Suddenly he turned, and an alleyway made his acquaintance, but this alley knew him well enough, as it was Sean's main transport to his home. As Sean walked through, he began to count, "One...two...three..." And then he leapt up on four, grabbing a hold of a balcony ladder and swinging him up high enough to get his other hand on the ledge. The stairwell creaked and cracked through rust and abuse as he quickly ran upwards, higher and higher, until coming to an abrupt stop. With little, to no effort, he forced the window he was next to up and slinked inside, closing it right behind him. Scratching his head with a yawn, he took no time to turn on the light and merely flopped onto his bed, or rather, onto his couch and fell into a well-deserved sleep.

---To bed continued, maybe...