Family of Gods

Chapter 2 - A beautiful space

 Tommy was in something similar to space, black and deep. It should have been unsettling to the boy, yet it was welcoming. He felt safe, something he hadn't felt in a long time, maybe never before.

As Tommy floated in the space, he saw something forming a few inches away from his face. Or maybe a few feet? He couldn't tell. It was a captivating purple orb, its glow almost painful to look at.

Tommy grasped at the orb; He was curious. The orb bewitched the young boy, he couldn't think of much else. Another light took the attention of the fourteen-year-old. This one was smaller than the purple orb- which was about the size of the boy's palm. This new orb glowed pink and wasn't as bright as the purple one. Then another orb appeared, a glowing green. Brighter, yet smaller. Soon enough, the once pitch black, empty void glowed with many varied colors.

As Tommy floated in the space between the orbs, he pondered his position. Where was he? Why was he here? What happened? He couldn't remember what happened just before this black abyss, just the feeling of victory and the quick overtake of fear. What would happen next? That one stuck with the boy. Would he float here until he starved or got dehydrated? Actually, now that he thought about it, he was no longer hungry. He was in a state of between, similar to the void surrounding him. Neither good nor bad. Neither well nor unfit. All in all, Tommy was feeling meh.

He started to feel impatient of a sort, his hands twitched as he longed for the small fidget he made. It was probably in the cabin.

The fidget was similar to a fidget cube, only handmade and slightly falling apart. When Tommy needed to lay low, that was all he really had to do. He had no basketballs or dolls. He had no sidewalk chalk or other toys. All he had was his homemade toys, not that anything was wrong with that. His favorites were his fidget and the bee figure he made. He stole bits and pieces of metal that day, feeling bored. He was able to bend it and formed a small yellow bumblebee, though Tommy didn't know that there were types of bees. He was eight then, not that it mattered. He never got an education.

As Tommy floated in the great expanse of space, surrounded by peculiar orbs, he started to try and swim in it. At first, he attempted to walk, but he only started to spin. He ended up a little dizzy and disgruntled. He wanted to explore this abyss, but it felt like he was stuck in one spot, perpetually there.

The void started to fade from Tommy's vision, if possible. As this happened, a horrid thought came to Tommy. Did he die?! What was the last thing that happened?

Did he...

Oh right, he fell from the hole in the wall, where a small pipe has hidden. It would be strange if he died from that fall, he's been able to go through that way for years. The fall was about 2-3 feet high and he's been able to make it without difficulty at the age of six. So why now? He wasn't sure, but as the void disappeared, his eyes started to creep open. Did he have his eyes closed? And why was there now a pain in the side of his head? He fell feet first, right?

"Is he waking up?" a foreign voice called out to someone who wasn't visible to Tommy.

"His eyes are opening, what do you think?" Tommy felt panic start to flood his stomach, he felt it try to come up. He forced it down, now wasn't the time. Maybe he should just keep his eyes closed. It's better than dealing with people. Who could bring him to the temple of Dream. Or could be in their cult.

Tommy's eyes finally opened, against his will. He didn't know why it happened, or why his sight was blurry, but it was too late for that. In front of him were three foggy figures. They were blurry, so Tommy didn't recognize them. Best to keep his mouth shut, just in case.

"Oh, he's awake," The first voice noted, even though the other two probably could tell. Tommy couldn't be sure. For all he knew, the other two weren't looking at him.

"I can tell." The second voice responded. So Tommy was right, the others could see him. Probably wasn't a good thing, as he couldn't see them.

A groan escaped the fourteen-year-old's lips as he finally processed the intense pain that came from his head. He attempted to sit up, only to fail and collapse back onto the floor.

"Boys," a third voice spoke. Finally, Tommy thought. Now he could recognize all three of his offenders' voices.

The first voice sighed. Things were getting less blurry to Tommy, now he could make out the three in front of him a bit better.

The one in the left of Tommy's vision had brown hair, which curled perfectly. He looked like he never had bad hair days. Tommy has never seen anyone with such fantastic hair. He wore glasses that covered his amber-brown eyes, which almost glowed. 'Like the orbs', Tommy thought. His- Tommy wasn't actually sure what gender the three were - eyes glowed a reddish color, giving off a scary sense. 'Those eyes are the embodiment of insanity.' He wore a leather trenchcoat that reached under his knees.

The one on the right of Tommy's vision had long, straight, pink (?!) hair. He had a monochrome look on his face, it honestly sent shivers down Tommy's back. Though he would never admit to it. His eyes were actually red, a blood-red that didn't help with the fear in Tommy's gut. He was the tallest. He dressed simple- a white dress shirt and some black leggings -yet looked rather fancy.

The person in the middle was the only reason Tommy didn't try to run. That and the ringing in his head. Tommy didn't know why he wanted to stay for the man. He had a friendly aura, clashing with the two seemingly opposite auras. He had blonde hair, similar to Tommy's, that reached to his shoulders. On top of that blonde hair was a striped bucket hat- green and white. Tommy furrowed his brows at the man's strange outfit. He wore some sort of kimono and he also wore a smile. Tommy has only heard of smiles in the stories that the market workers tell. Tommy has never seen a smile before nor done it himself. Probably. The stranger's eyes were a grey-blue, darker than Tommy's own crystal blue eyes. His eyes smiled as much as his face. His was genuine. Tommy didn't know how.

"He's awake," The gentle third voice said, as the middle one's lips moved in sync with the words. Maybe it was a bit off, Tommy couldn't tell. Probably just because everything felt like it was lagging. What was lagging? Tommy wouldn't know. It just felt like the word fit.

"Hey," the one on the right spoke, snapping his fingers in front of Tommy, "You good?"

Tommy could only stare at the pink-haired guy's face, and how his lower canines kinda stuck out of his mouth. His brain wouldn't process anything and he was suddenly very calm. And content. He was very content. He didn't know why.

"Gosh, you hit him hard Techno," The one on the left spoke to the pink-haired guy, "Shoot, he's fainting again."

Tommy's head fell back, this time onto a soft surface, as he faded back into the black.