Such a Killer Party! (ErenxLevi story)

A Bloody Invitation!

Art is more than just lines on a paper, strokes of a brush, or pieces put together. It is a creation. Something that cannot be replaced nor duplicated. Art expresses the soul and its wonders. It shows the very embodiment of one's imagination and creativity. I've always told myself that.

But right now, my imagination is being a bitch. The tip of my pencil was just grazing over the white sheet on my desk. I looked through the window in front of me and stared at nature's wonders and man's creations. The sun was setting and it gave the sky an orange and purple color. The clouds dusted with pink. The orange and yellow rays of the sun were sparkling in the background. It looked utterly mesmerizing and beautiful. I opened the drawer to my desk and took out my oil pastels. As I began to sketch out the scene, I saw the houses and telephone wires practically spoiling the sight. I thought for a moment. I decided to draw an ocean in place of the man-made items.

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"What an exceptional piece of artwork, Jaeger," my art professor, Ilse Langner, told me. "Now, the statement portion?"

"Yes of course," I said as I handed her the typed version of my art.

She took it and placed it atop of various others' papers. "Now explain your art and its reasoning."

"Well, the inspiration came from a sunset outside of my window one day. It looked beautiful, but the things not of nature blocked and ruined it. I decided to take what was beautiful and put it in a different environment. So basically, I'm saying that I took what was good and made it better. I took all of the negativity and looked past it. The light was shining behind the buildings, but I still saw it. So I took that light and put it in a nice, serine place. What better place to put it than the ocean. It's calm and it's natural beauty. So my statement is: look past the negativity and take the light shining behind it. Turn it into something beautiful."

"Very interesting. A truly beautiful statement indeed. Well done. You may leave now." She used her hand to shoo me away.

I walked out of the room and to the parking lot. Thankfully this was my last class for today and I was ready to head home.

Currently I'm getting my masters in graphic design at Rose University. It's quite the prestigious school, and I only got in through my full ride in the arts program. For a blunt introduction, my name is Eren Jaeger. I'm 22 and obviously am in college and attend at Rose. I'm an artist. I currently work at a tattoo parlor, but once I get my masters I'll be self-employed. That's basically my life. If you wanna know anything else, my mom passed away in a car accident when I was ten and my father is a doctor. But, that's it for the most part. Next in line, please.

I parked my car and headed into my apartment. Here's another great aspect of my life (sarcasm intended). Once I walked into the building, out of habit, I walked to my tiny mailbox, unlocked it, and saw but one piece of mail in it. I grabbed it and walked up the stairs to my apartment room.

I practically stripped everything off and crashed on my bed, letting my things scattered upon the floor. It's not that it really mattered. I live alone. Oh, yeah, that's something else. The single life isn't really something people brag about, so I'll spare you the sob story of Ol' Lonely Jaeger.

I looked at the crisp white letter still in my hand. There was no return address on it. However, it was complete with a crimsoned wax seal with two swords crossing each other as its symbol. I tried to open it, but the seal wouldn't let me. I ended up just tearing around it. After removing the just-as-white piece of paper from the envelope, I unfolded it and read its content.

As my eyes scattered upon the paper, reality became less and less true. I couldn't believe what I was reading. Really, like holy FUCKING SHIT.

Dear Mr. Jaeger,