Project [ insert title here ]
Time [ unknown ]
I’m too lazy to narrate and this is not a story but rather facts I am interested in. Maybe because I have a strange brain or maybe because I have some interesting thoughts about it. However, I shall be the one narrating this story.
“Have you ever imagined friction becoming reality?”.
“People becoming monsters?”.
“People once normal are now painting the world in crimson?”.
“Have you imagined what if our own reality becomes tainted by the imagination that we dreamt of?”.
A hooded boy sitting in the dark spoke. Holding a novel high up in his hands. Acting and dancing as if he was the one to be featured inside it, imitating the author’s mind.
Suddenly he paused, a few footsteps could be heard.
“Are you sure?” One spoke.
Another voice, “shut up.”.
“More footsteps than voices”, The hooded boy thought. “Hmmm! by the sound of it, three pairs of army boots – no, no, metal boots, one ladies’ boot, and one casual boot – Messengers sent by the government I assume. No.”.
Suddenly several people entered the room, of which three were heavily armed guards, dressed as if medieval knights. Alongside entered a man looking like a modern-day diplomat and finally a girl.
Especially the girl because she was different, she was a swag, unmarried, violet hair, aged around 28 to 30, experienced and unhappy.
The boy turned towards the people and continued his novel trying to act and entertain those people with an over-friendly smile and a gentle gesture.
Now he was in the light, open for anyone to observe. Black hair, average physique, and height, a thin fabric – black full sleeve hood – entire top had markings of Brahmin chant, ordinary blue jeans, and belt, normal boots, left hand covered by a black leather glove – it was unclear how much of his hand was covered by the glove as his sleeve hid it well.
It was not his garment that was strange but his face, his eyes they were dry, more so that his left eyeball was black and his eye lens white, not only that but like a monster, he had pointy ears, short grey hair and he had no teeth instead he had fangs.
While the other men present in the room were scared observing, the girl kept her cool and observed him like as if he came out from a fairy-tale.
“Chapter five: In need of crimson”, the boy cried and he suddenly dropped the novel revealing blank pages to everyone.
As the novel touches the ground, the boy finally makes the first gesture of communication. He slowly walked towards the girl and whispered in her ear before crossing her, “well!”, he exclaimed in disappointment, “pages were all blank, I told them what I knew”.
“They know the story far too well, the only person who doesn’t is you”, the girl replied with no fear.
“So, they do”, his face now twisted and he smiled and spoke again, “what a waste of effort for….”.
Before he could even finish, the girl spoke again in an emotionless manner, “With the excessive amount of intellect you have, you must have at least one assumption of the situation you are in.”.
“………” he was about to give an answer but was interrupted by the girl, “the most illogical one is true”.
“Is that so”, he replied in a calm voice and continued.
“So, am I supposed to wag my tail and follow you around just like a good dog?”.
She smiled, “NO”.
He asked again, “Then why am I here?”.
“Let me ask you a question”, she gave a twisted smile in amazement and asked, “What is the best way to ruin a story?”.
The boy stood still for a while as if a current surged through him, he dropped all his guard and gave a pleasant smile. Despite his efforts, his demonic fangs made it look even sinister than he really was. In a friendly way, he replied, “Simple! Kill the final O.P. boss before the story even begins”.
Saying so the boy felt a certain urge for sleep and suddenly his feet stopped supporting his body, his body was falling backwards while he noticed a certain crest of the white wolf, on the clothing of the girl, symbol of the gods.
“Now sleep well, ….., Aarowan“, her voice reached his ears while he slowly lost his consciousness.