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...

Hearing a knock at the door made you forcefully stand up and answer, groaning at who disturbed you from your sleep.

You open it and found Vanessa at your door holding out coffee and a bag.

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

Although she is surprised at how you never got a missing 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 follow her and closed the door, happily accepted the mix of bitter and sweet taste of the drink, the effects of caffeine already waking you up.

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

You take sips along the way, letting the caffeine energize you for the rest of the day.

Both of you now sitting down, she looks at you with a glare and a raised eyebrow.

"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.

You stood up abruptly, your feet patted their way to the fridge and sought after the invitation that was supposed to keep you reminded about tonight. You mentally slap yourself at the lack of awareness.

"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 from the embarrassment while turning back to Vanessa, making her eyes roll.

"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 thankyou! I'll pay you how much this costed you I swear." You kissed her on the cheek, and grabbed the bag. Thanking her one last time before entering your room.

You hurried to your bedroom and slipped the dress out of the bag. Your hands caressing and admiring the material, it's classy yet sleek. The smooth fabric of the dress danced along your hand and slipped from your fingers as you moved it along.

The dress was in your F/c, it had a low v-cut showing a little but not too much, straps that 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 in the dress and zip 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 with a small twirl, showing off the light material of the dress.

Her eyes eyed you up and down, a light blush brushed your cheeks on how she's looking at you but finally spoke. "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, like damn."

She playfully hits your shoulder.

"You look good. Really. But I hate to cut this short as I do need to do a couple of things before tonight, but I will 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 admired the dress one last time before taking it off and hanging it on the small rack you have 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.

Your mind find the words you were last on. You silently read over the words in your mind. Sentences echo in your thoughts, scenes of it materializing in your mind for better visualization.

And just like that, you were in fantasy land.

The only thing is that it's fiction, a complete fantasy of yours, and yes that is quite unfortunate and devastating.

You live in the wrong reality, while all you want is to able to visit your fantasy even just once, but you know you can't, the cruelty really.

Fantasies may be fake but they're making you happy, the ways real life can't.

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, fathom able, hold able, 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 side character 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."