<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;">Faint gray eyes stared lazily at a dimly lite ceiling it had been like this for a good portion of the night while loud incoherent music blared from cheap headphones. This poor soul had gained an unwanted case of insomnia which left him as he was now wide awake while no doubt others slept peacefully in their beds dreaming of magnificent adventures or of a loved one. The time was only twelve or so, but not even a yawn escaped his mouth only a uncontested sigh of how depressing his life had been up to this point filled with hardships and adversity. One would think that because of his height and physical features would make him a shoe in with women. At some cases yes it was enough, but not for Coltrane only in his wildest imagination could the concept of a woman liking him as he was. As an albino there were limitations on the things he could do without risking his skin to burn from over exposure, or screwing up his vision. Things like this had never been so bad back in middle school or even the start of high school. Women his age back then though him as some supernatural being. He hated it, yet the attention was great for a time.<br/><br/>As he turned from side to side over flowing white locks followed veiling his face which was just as pale if not more. Inwardly he cursed himself with his bad luck Colt's right hand caressed the only part of him that had the slightest hinge of color a long scar that started from the left cheek, across the bridge of his nose, and finally past the right part of his eye its pain long since faded leaving only a stitches with a small lack luster tale of its happening. The people in this house said it gave him character. It never stopped him from covering it up the best of his ability. His bed shifted to the side as he got up running a hand through his hair as it was a complete mess. After hours of laying down his once straight hair was frazzled and in ruins. Boredom had consumed him long enough, and there had to be some solution to it. The result was studying in his room of the various creatures from Greek mythology. The book he read had seen better days the cover was ripped in places showing its treatment, pages dog eared and slowly yellowing, and it had long ago lost that smell of a moderate kept book.<br/><br/>Every time he would read it one of the species made him pause to read it over. Erinyes (Furies) slowly reading the words aloud the name   incited him so. "When the Titan Cronus castrated his father Uranus and threw his genitalia into the sea, the Erinyes emerged from the drops of blood, while Aphrodite was born from the crests of seafoam. According to variant accounts, they emerged from an even more primordial level from Nyx, <em>'Night'</em>. Their number is usually left indeterminate." Coltrane's pale hand went to the picture beside the text letting his index and middle finger slide down the page. " Virgil recognized three. Alecto <em>"unnameable"</em>, Megaera <em>"grudging"</em>, and Tisiphone <em>"vengeful destruction"</em>. Dante followed Virgil in depicting the same three-charactered triptych of Erinyes. His eyes darted to the image then rereading it twice over, so enthralled that when his phone rang out it snapped him back into reality and then some. Freaking him out badly enough that the young man fell from his bed bumping head first into the night stand and finally to the floor with a loud THUD, followed by his signature expression when in pain or other wise," ...Hurensohn" say this lowly to not wake the others, yet his racket from before put his efforts in vain.</span></span>