Dead Souls: Alive

The Origin of Light

Dead Souls Alive
XII - The Origin of Light

Aloysius 'Light' Parthenos | POV

[Visinia City, Upsilon High]
[February 13, 09h45]

Just who is responsible for scripting the words within the Novel of Fate? Me, Aloysius Parthenos, serving as the guiding light for others to survive? Never have I thought the day would arrive where I would act as bait for a greater cause. Fate huh, well, that is an odd topic to decode, even amongst the most educated. After my short act of heroism, I calmly laid in a small, invisible ball of silence. Pink eyes met with the image of infected the moment I stepped onto the final platform of the outer staircase. After counting the remaining match sticks in my pocket I had left, only seven remained. Seven, blonde sticks with brown tips for hair. Once I caught sight of the trash bin below, I already knew what fate had written for me. I remained silent and withdrew the match box.

A quick flick of a tip, it lit up. Yellow to amber blades of light danced afront my pink gaze, manifesting into quite a dance which had me contemplating on its final destination, a beauty. A flick sent the burning stick flying and cleaving through the air. I watched as the sun-like hue cut and cleave through the cold air. The level of oxygen present in the air kept it alive for as long as possible. Once it landed in a separate bin, a sudden bellow of flames went off. Not what I had expected but it worked perfectly. Set ablaze was a collection of plastic and used paper; sanitizers, bathroom spray cans and lots of other flammable products burned down. Perception gave rise to action, all of the infected beings went for the plasma, circling around it like a ring of kids around a camp fire. Their horrific growls and moans let out an influx of oxygen, their unique, yet infected lungs produced oxygen after absorbing some of the smoke ahead. Fed were the flames and they resumed being active.

That gave way to an opening, I slipped off the scaffolding and jumped into a can just below my platform, undetected. A swift escape and I ran around the building and towards the main doors leading into the building I went. There, I was met with an astonishing discovery. Jay had survived. But he was alone, bathed in depressing waves of red.

"What happened?!" I cried out, my heart heavy with tears I failed to let out through my magenta eyes. My approach towards him slowed down, as if time had taken a detour and delayed continuation. Breath; heavy, cold and sharp like glass rippinh apart my chest. I couldn't breathe. The escape I did towards the backyard of the school tired me out, I had nothing left, not with this stamina. Something told me Jay was in trouble, but fate pulled me back each second I tried getting closer. I tried, but nothing worked. Before I knew it, heartbreak completely filled my black Nikey A1s. Suddenly, the door behind him shot outwards and hit his back with absolute strength. That was enough to send his body flying and crashing into a wall ahead, near the mowed down gates. Cry? I couldn't? Yell? All the same. I could not let out anything from my lips, for my throat had officially been clogged. I watched my closest friend's brains splatter across the wall and my heart went into despair. If only, if only. If only I had went with him, he could have survived, but that's what fate had written, nothing could change the inevitable stories meant to unfold. Fate had decided his destiny; death, betwixt a wall and a metallic door.

"Jay!!" Finally, I let out. A surge of emotions finally clung unto my soul. I was enraged, saddened, and oh so lost within an abyss of insurmountable grief. Within that very frame of elapsing seconds, I tried going forward until an immense murderous intent held me back. Subconsciously, my body stepped back without my consent. Coming from the devastated doors, the other hung loosely and dangled about, whilst the other buried my best bud into a wall. Walking out was a gruesome, humongous and disfigured entity. Larger than the other infected I've seen before. Those feasting on flames in the back were mere fodder compared to him!

As if merged to create a new man, I began to pace up. I turned towards the opposite direction and ran for my life. 'Is this how it ends? Is this what fate has for me?' The back of my mind rang. I couldn't see it, but I could sure as hell feel its tremors getting closer and closer, the sounds only causing a haze in my vision. I felt like a child being chased by a much bigger man thirsting to beat me up after stealing from his stall. Memories suddenly clouded my vision and my life flashed right before my eyes. Ah, shit. It was getting real, reality had formulated and a smile decided my fate... or so I had thought.

Light filled my pink glare, contraction allowed a flash of light to blind me, lightning thundered and bellowed, leaving me in a sudden trance. What I thought to be a bolt of lightning crackling into the earth to my fore was a car driven into the humongous body of infected. Instinct alone, I lunged sideward and my body retained its safety. Boom! A crash enacted, and blood sprayed the entirety of the vicinity. Crawling away from the scene, eyes met with a figure emerging from the car, face concealed with a gas mask. Attired in nothing but darkness, his body oozed with malace. He held out a hand, I embraced. He was my saviour, my angel, I could not resist. My hand reached out. Fate hadn't yet decided to let me go.