Unknown Abilities (L.L)

-Kneel- ¹

He hit the bottom part of his scepter, "I said KNEEL!" with that clones of him surrounded the crowd making the whole group face him and do as he said.

"Is not this simpler, is this not your natural state, it's the unspoken truth of humanity that you crave subjugation..." The weird glinting man with a horned helmet laid down his speech in front of the group of civilians --you included-- and treaded his way in the middle of the group while rambling on about how pathetic he sees humanity.

With the man talking in front of you, your mind trailed off and asked yourself how the HELL you ended up in this mess.

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Eight hours ago...

Ignore it, it might just be some ass trying to sell shit. You slid further into your sheets and covered your face with a pillow to dull out the knock. After a beat, you swore the person was done but nope.

*Knock* *Knock* *Knock*

As the knock persisted, you couldn't ignore the banging anymore. You pulled your roughly from your face and groaned as you kicked off your blanket and goy up. You padded impatiently to the front door as you rubbed your eyes of sleep.

You open it and found Vanessa at your door holding out coffee and a bag. Your earlier aggression melted when your eyes met her chirpy face.

"Hey, Good Morning sleepy head...or more like Good Afternoon, I love you but please we need to talk about your sleep schedule." She said, looking at the clock beside the door, realizing that it was already one in the afternoon, albeit not surprised since you regularly wake up late from your messed up body clock.

Although she is surprised at how you never got an absent or late day in your attendance at work, good thing the boss made today a day off to prepare for tonight.

"Anyways, here, got you coffee." She said handing out the coffee and made her way into your apartment.

You perked up at the mention of coffee and happily accepted the cup. As you took a sip, she was already walking in and sitting at your couch. As you followed her and took a sip of coffee, she looked around at your messy apartment. Papers scattered, books misplaced and far away from the bookshelves, the couch blanket strewn close to the floor, and random dishes on your equally messy table.

"Good Morning to you too Nessa, thanks for the coffee
Why'd you stop by?" You said, plopping down on your couch.

"You really should start cleaning, I'm scared to see the state of your room." She quipped and fixed to blanket on the couch. Folding it neatly.

You rolled your eyes, "Oh hush, you know how disorganized I am."

She shakes her head, "Any who, I picked up your dress for tonight." 

"What party?"

"You do remember we have the party later tonight? The very important party that if we don't go, we're fired from our jobs." She spoke incredulously at you.

Oh shit.

The event hit you like someone just slapped you across your face with a brick. Your lips froze on the lid of the cup and groaned.

"Oh yeah, shit sorry...it slipped out of my mind." The muttered apology spilled from your lips as your cheeks turn an embarrassingly light shade of pink.

"Right...well it's a good thing that I'm such a good friend to get your dress in advance knowing your ass would forget about the career impacting event." She states, lifting up the other thing she brought with her.

"You're a life saver. I'll pay you how much this costs you I swear. I didn't even get time to properly pick a dress. Thank God I trust your fashion sense." You grabbed the bag and thanked her one last time before entering your room.

You hurried to your bedroom and slipped the dress out of the bag. Your hands caressed and admired the expensive material, it's classy yet sleek, perfect for the black-tie theme. 

The dress was in your F/c, it had a low v-cut showing a little but not too much, straps aren't too flashy but just enough to support you, the main skirt had a light material to give it a trail flowing behind you on each step you take, lastly, it had a slit at the side revealing a little leg.

With one last admire, you slip off your pjs and replaced it with the dress, zipping it up in the back as best as you could. You tied the small ribbon like string sewed at the sides of the dress to cinch it up on your waist, hugging your curves tighter, you tied the strings  into a bow at the back and with sigh, you looked at yourself in the mirror with your hands brushing over your figure.

You get out of your room and showed Nessa the beautifully picked dress. "So how do I look?" You asked her, brushing over the fabric and fussing over the neckline, trying to pull it up.

Her eyes eyed you up and down, a light blush dusted your cheeks from her eyes. "You look fantastic lady." She whistled and stood up from her position on the couch.

Feeling good about yourself, you smile at the compliment. "Yeah cause you picked a gorgeous dress, remind me again why you don't dress me?"

She playfully hits your shoulder, "Cause you never go out for any special hang-out, not even a bar."

"You know I'm too awkward for that type of shit."

"I know I know but you should start going out, you look good in other than sweats or comfy clothes, I swear." You rolled your eyes, a playful smile on your lips.

"I'll get out of your hair and get myself prepped and ready but I'll stop by and pick you up at around seven." She gives you one last hug before leaving, and as fast as she entered, she's out the door.

With her gone you're left by yourself once again, you walk back to your room and admired the dress one last time before taking it off and hanging it on the small rack on your bedroom door.

Seeing as you had quite a lot of time to spare, you decided on catching up on a few more chapters of the current book that you were reading.

Your stomach didn't quite demand food, seeming to be ok with the coffee for now, deciding on brea- lunch later.

Unhealthy I know.

You grab a book and settled down on the couch, getting comfortable for the next hour or so, depending on how many chapters you can read before having to prepare.

You flipped open the book and settled the bookmark on the table beside you as you melted on the couch. Your mind find the words you were last on. Your eyes following the words as they silently mimicking the voices of the characters in your mind. The literature echo in your thoughts, guiding your mind to the different scenes materializing with each scene.

And just like that, you were in fantasy land.

In all your life, you've learned that reality—for the most part—is bullshit, nothing about it is fun nor amazing, although it does have redeeming qualities and yes it's real, fathomable, holdable, moldable, changeable, but come on, who wants to live their whole life feeling miserable?

Unless you're living the dream you always wanted then no ones does, how lucky for people to get life the way they wanted it, carefree and stress gone.

The things you would give up to get that, to feel like you don't have to worry about rent, jobs, money, or even just having a life where you have everything all laid out, the only thing to do is to take the steps.

"He's fucking dumb as a rock." You rolled your eyes as the mmc does some over masculine thing.

But maybe some fantasies are best to be kept at books, "and now he's dead. Jumped in front of a moving bullet, guess he really wanted to die."

"Dumbass."