Animals, Humans, Gods and Demon kingdoms. Worlds where none are supposed to meet...but they did. The animal and human world were turned into a big mess. The demons and gods were destroyed. Or so the story goes. But what happens if you happen to be...
WRITER'S NOTE: I'M NOT SURE OF IT WAS OBVIOUS, BUT IT DO NOT DO A LOT OF RESEARCH, SO A LOT OF THE STUFF IS MADE UP AND FROM WHAT I'VE SEEN IN MOVIES. SO I'M SORRY IF I HAVE GOTTEN IT WRONG (E.G., THE SECURITY SYSTEM ON A USB), I JUST MAKE IT UP.
I ALSO HAVE NO PATH IN THE STORY SO I AM MAKING IT UP AS I GO WHILE TRYING TO MAKE IT SOUND DECENT AND MAKING SURE IT FLOWS.
:) Cehilmot
ALLURO:
I can feel the rays of light across my face. A soft bed. It feels warm. Not that I know what warmth feels like, but it isn't all that cold. I can smell flowers. The fresh silk sheets. The crisp air blowing gently through the draft under the door. I can smell the metallic taste of blood dried onto my clothes. I slowly open my eyes trying to adjust to the light. Too bright. I sit up in bed and open my eyes to see a room that isn't mine. There is a vase of flowers on the nightstand beside the bed. I look around the room to get my bearings before realising that I'm in the guest room.
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How many days has it been? Is Vincent and his mother okay? I hope they're better. I guess if my senses are still heightened, I don't have all that long left before. I already asked for more time. If I keep going, I'll have to do it. I'll be fine, just I don't know.
I get up to walk out of the room when Bruce walks in.
"Hey kiddo. How are you? You've been asleep for about nine hours. Do...you remember what day it was yesterday?" Bruce whispers.
My hearing has increased. If he whispers, he sounds normal if he speaks normally, it's too loud. "I'm okay. Yesterday was Thursday. How's Vincent?"
"He's fine and so is his mother. They left a little bit before you woke up. They didn't take the flat I offered. They said that they would rather live in their house, so I offered to install security and they declined that too. Do you want me to post a bodyguard near their house to monitor what happens?"
I shake my head. "Just leave him alone. I'll deal with it. Just, I don't know."
"Okay. I'm going to head into work. Do you need me to take you anywhere before I do?"
I shake my head again. He nods stiffly and walks out. I walk to the kitchen to get my medicine from the medicine cabinet. I'm only supposed to take one everyday but right now, I need to take two. Two can...can...it can...destroy my lungs for good. Taking two in the state I'm in, just helps me control it. I can hear Bruce drive his car out the driveway from the kitchen. I take this as my cue to leave the kitchen and walk up to my room. As I open my door, I can smell Vincent and his mother's scent.
So very alike. Bright yellow as happy as the shining sun. Like sunflowers in a green field on a blue sky. Too happy, too bright. As for his mother's, it's a warm peachy colour. A feeling of safety and love. Happiness. Not that I know what I'm describing.
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It's too clean inside, like they were never here. I check the bathroom. It's all gone. They either replaced all the fresh towels with the ones in the cupboards or the servants did it. I feel a bubble of anger rising within me, but I shrug it off. I take a shower and change my clothes. I put a black beanie on to hide my ears. I can't do much about my eyes, but it doesn't matter. As I leave my room, Mary is standing in front of my door holding a tray. A tray of food.
"I thought you might be hungry, so I made you breakfast." She whispers fearfully in a small voice.
"Since when did you ever care? I'm not hungry." I reply quickly walking past her towards the stairs.
She doesn't respond, but I can hear her breathes. She isn't happy with me. I know that for sure, but I don't have time for it right now. I run out the house and into my car which is parked in front of the garage. I drive out and head to the police station.
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"Snap. Associate to the Special Ops, HTD (Human Trafficking Department). I need to speak with the Captain." I tell the receptionist.
"Of course, go right ahead." She replies cheerfully.
I take the stairs to the fifth level to see the Captain. His office of the second door of the right down the first corridor after a left turn. I burst into his office unannounced.
"Hey Snap. What bring you to my office?" He says startled.
"I'm here to give you my report. Did you get a statement from Vincent? I know I killed those guys, but did you question him?" I whisper, "My hearing is sensitive, hence the beanie. Speak a little quieter."
"No, I didn't, but one of my officers interviewed him. He came by at around 11:40 a.m." He whispers apologetically.
"Okay. Well, those guys chained him up, cut him across the chest and chained up all those other animals in the other room with the key dangling above their heads with no guards. Done."
"Thank you. We looked at the building, so we know the other detail. Unfortunately, I can't tell you because of the rules and our agreement. We've decided not to shut down the building because it would mean that there could be more trade. What we've done is installed secret cameras around the outside of the building as well as the inside. The money has been transferred to your account as requested, the full amount is there."
I nod and leave the station. It's 1:53 pm. School ends at 2 pm on a Thursday. That's the time Vincent finishes school. that is if he is at school. I drive to his house to check if he's home. As I pull up to his house, I can only hear muffled speech as if it were being played through a television speaker. I walk up to his door to listen properly. No one is home. There isn't any breathing, nor is there a heartbeat inside. I walk back to my car and drive to school. as soon as I sit down, I can feel my insides turn. My lungs feel like they want to collapse, my vision gets blurry before clearing up again, my head aches like someone is stabbing needles into my brain. My heart beats quicker, my hands shake, my body feels like it's on fire. Like, a hell blaze is taking over me. I grip the steering wheel in pain. Slowly, ever so slowly, does it go away. It takes a while before I'm able to drive. I speed all the way to pick Vincent up.
I'll do it. I'll do it. I'll walk through the pits of hell for you. I'll do it. I'll change. For better or for worse. I will do it. If it makes this stop then I'll do it. Just give me a little more time. Please. I promise you I will do it. I will because I have to. I have to change...to fit the story. Right?
