He looks around him, it's just a black void. Nothing else. A thin white-haired woman walks into his line of sight. Her silver dress clung tightly to her body, complementing its features. "She looks so young.. The only young person I know with white hair like that was... darn it. Stupid lady reminding me of her." He thought, now glaring at her. She smiles in response, her long white hair following in a gentle breeze. He stares at her, wanting answers to questions he didn't even ask. "WHO ARE YOU?? WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME?"
Her smile fades as she looks him up and down. His lips part as he surveys his skin, covered in unreadable words and symbols, all drowned in bruises. He looks back up at her. She stands motionless eyes closed as if in prayer, her strange words getting louder and louder. "Acknish Pucktinu, Acknish Pucktinu, Acknish Pucktinu!"
Then she- SPLASH.
Cold water jolted him awake his eyes went wide with confusion and shock, which soon turned into fuel for the provoked fire building up inside him. "The hell- Who did that?!" he hissed as his deep brown eyes wandered across the room. They fell on the white marble floors and the light pinkish walls. The sights gave him faint memories of all the times he's complained about the color. His eye's attention fell on the giant window with a shining rectangular pattern with golden frames, leading out to a balcony matching the theme. The fireplace resting there was off, leaving a contained lump of coal. His eyes checked his bathroom, the only things occupying it being his sink, shower, bath, and toilet. The same pearly white color. No one could be seen from the doorway to his very own kitchen either.
His eyes didn't find the water source until they brought their focus to the doorframe. The usually closed-door's spot was taken by his sister, Ruby. She held a nearly empty water bottle. Her long wavy brown hair was a little wet from the splash. Yet she paid no attention to it, her emerald eyes were more focused on staring at him. Filling up with more amusement as they took in his aggravated state. In return, he gave her a death glare with his dusky eyes showing off the rage now painted on them. Yet it only made those deep green eyes full was satisfaction.
He then opened his mouth to speak but was interrupted by her throwing the water bottle at his nose.
"Hey, Lexie~. " Her taunting voice mixed with that stupid nickname getting under his skin.
A small wave of pain and anger hit him, soon turning into a boiling rage, he hated it when she spoke to him like that. He wanted nothing more than to wipe the look off her face.
"You are so dead, 'RubyY~' I hate you so much,'' he said, attempting to deepen his voice to cause fear, yet suddenly turning it into a higher-pitched-mocking tone as he said her name.
This obviously wouldn't have scared anyone. But it especially didn't scare her. She's his sister, she's been trained almost her whole life to deal with him, all of it building up to annoy in the best ways she can. She had to stop herself from bursting out in laughter, assuming that he had reached his limit. Her assumption was validated as he threw the covers off, and started getting out.
This was her cue to run.
