(POV of Fourteen) (SWEAR WARNING) (GONE WRONG)
"It has to do with... True... 'True' Love, doesn't it?"
"Yeah. Hold hands, you... Skater."
We both hesitated, but were at the end of the line. I held her smooth, round nubs, tense as I could possibly be. We could both sense the intended tone in this scene. A tone that says true love prevails, but if you ask me, there wouldn't be a scrap of true love to be found here. I felt uneasy, fearing that I'd no longer be able to tell if love itself was true or not.
After getting so used to resisting saying any sentiments out loud, it was, for a moment, actually hard to say something to her. But eventually, with minimal effort, the sick curse prevailed.
"I love you, Eleven. It is true." That first sentence was under my control, but the second one most certainly wasn't. Word for word, she echoes that back to me.
"This is true." We both say, repeatedly. It makes the feelings stronger and our free will weaker. I no longer have any drive to resist Eleven in any way. Abruptly, I numbly cuddle her. I loved her, but I'm not me anymore. I'm not the greatest skater in Numberland. I'm not a hip slang-slinging guy. I'm just a dude who likes Eleven now.
Nothing happened at first. Then, magical red dust surrounded us. We began to spin rapidly, so fast that it made me dizzy. How were we spinning? I couldn't tell you. Then, with pink, heart-shaped thrust lifting the ground we stood on, we instantly blasted off into space. So fast, it should have been impossible for us to withstand any element of our speed. However, true love erases logic, so it's somehow okay, just like the rest of this saga. I understand it as well as I understand the long words Twelve uses.
All of Numberland's previous travels through space couldn't account for all the things we saw. I try to resist looking at Eleven's face, but I'm met with nothing but failure and her eye-catching looks. She Was More Pretty Than Anything In The Universe. I can't bring myself to disagree anymore, even as I see pretty sight after pretty sight in space. She really did look absolutely astounding...
Thankfully, we come within orbit of the human planet just before I focus on her candied lips. I gander at the globe. It looks like if our home planet got rendered with hip new technology and was compounded with detail. The approaching atmosphere grows with our love... And our coming dread of the human race. Who knows how many humans would be down there? I've gotten the impression thus far that they're all sus, could anyone blame me?
The thrust of love sets our platform down gently. I guess there's nowhere we specified landing in, but where we landed was absolutely wack. The pink thrust and dust clears, and boom, a gray and crowded place. An extremely busy street, packed with honking cars driving on the wrong side of the road, humans doing all kinds of things across the street, and skyscrapers towering over us that dwarfed Numberland's buildings. Even before the sun went down, the lights here blared brighter than anything I'd ever seen out in space. If people weren't talking, they were singing in choirs, or yelling in agony. It made my eyes hurt and the rest of me exhausted just by being in such a hustling, crowded place. It's unbearable here. Or maybe It's just me growing a distaste for everything that isn't Eleven.
Wherever this was, it had plenty of humans.
Was there a name to it?
I looked 2 inches (no metric system because this is AMERICA) to my left and saw a kind stranger holding a sign that read 'YOU'RE IN NEW YORK'
"Thank you!" I called.
The stranger screamed in return. Oh... That was a scream of fear. They're running away now.
YOU ARE READING
Red, White and Green: A (Horror) Love Story
RomanceA book about love dreamed of, then manifested manually and plugged into characters until they are filled to the brim with what is wanted of them. Here, Eleven and Fourteen from Numberblocks undergo the process of this filling love... THIS IS A JOKE...
