The nightmare haunted Abel with vicious delight. Sleeping became a phobia for this broken soul. A trembling golden "Chai" symbol, meaning "to live" in Hebrew, hung from a chain around his neck. He ran as if his life depended on it, through a claustrophobic, purple corridor that seemed to stretch on forever. Fancy ceiling chandeliers emitted a soft gloom on the grayish, stone ground. Weird fantasy-like painting, framed in gold, covered the side walls. They represented mythical monsters: a red hydra, a muscled Minotaur, a graceful white glowing Pegasus, tons of dragons and monsters of all kinds. They strained their necks and eyes, following the running, exhausted man.
Abel Abravanel was a slightly athletic man in his mid-20s.…show more content… He realized with relief he sat in his bedroom, a tiny, dark blue walled place, illuminated by the morning daylight. His tired multicolored eyes redirected toward the vibrating smartphone were the sound came from and switched it off. Abel pulled off the sheet bed of his king size bed, letting his bare feet caressing the wooden floor and stood up. His hand landed on his sweaty forehead, continuing his way through his thick dark hair, where lighter shades of brown crossed. He sighed, the nightmare felt so real to him. The young man dragged himself toward a wooden furniture, where a silver-framed picture swallowed his attention. On it, there's Eva showing a big white smile. Abel's slow fingers brushed the smooth surface of it. The sight of her deceased sister was almost unbearable. His pained eyes turned away then he opened the armory door right beside, catching a white T-shirt representing a picture of a lone wolf howling to the moon. He slipped it on his svelte, aesthetically drawn upper body as he left the…show more content… Once done, he took a spoon, sprinkling cacao powder on it. He grabbed the bowl and strolled to the living room. Abel landed it on a small table, between the flat-screen and the couch, where he slumped on a sitting position. He wasn't fully awake. His eyelids seemed heavy. Abel took his breakfast and ate it at the pace of a chewing cow. He lived in a cheap apartment in the poor part of Brooklyn, the small size and the cracked walls made it obvious. A weird, deep red wallpaper, covered most of the walls, designed by gold colored, limitless arrow shaped line. They twisted in all directions, looking like a golden maze on a red background. Some other walls shied in a pale green. The wooden, lustrous furniture filled the rest of the place. All this mixed made it depressive and exotic at the same time. The brutal sound of a kicked door distracted Abel. Three men dressed in dark, classy clothes entered the apartment. One of them stepped forward, he wore a long black vest and his hair was uncommonly gray for his not so advanced age. His eyes scanned Abel who didn't move an
