Change (AVM/AVA AU) officially abandoned.

prologue.

[Note; Right, let's start over again. there will be a lot of changes in the story since this thing has existed since last year, My writing has changed, but it doesn't mean it's getting better. and if there's anything you don't like in this book like ships, ages, etc., please don't say anything about it. if you don't like it, ignore it. the characters in this book might get out of character. so it's not perfect. I'm sorry if there's any inconvenience or disagreements. and yes, like before, I might/will take long breaks. thank you. let's start.]

Sounds of screaming and chaos filled the place. buildings wrecked and burning. the fire was devastating the city as it kills civilians little by little. kids and adults. little eight-year-old Red woke up after getting hit by falling rubble. he looked around and realized he was dangling from a wrecked balcony of a house eight levels from the ground. he quickly managed to get away from the balcony just in time before it fell to the ground. oh, he wouldn't have survived that. he backed away, looking around at the place he's in. his house. his apartment. all wrecked and torn apart. family pictures burnt, walls destroyed.

 Red crawls his way out of the house, and to the stairs exit. he was badly injured on his knee, so he couldn't walk. he opened the fireproof door separating the housing and the exit. he looked at the stairs, some of the steps are gone. this'll be though. he'd manage to climb down, falling and rolling accidentally at times. and finally reaching the ground floor. he creeps through the rubble in front of the exit. his body was small, so it wasn't a struggle. he crawled out, only to see a true view of the city's condition. blood splashed everywhere. It seemed that nobody was there. nobody alive, that is.

Bodies were scattered everywhere. some missing a limb, some burnt to death, and some lost too much blood. what a massacre. 'who'd do all this?', Red thought. poor, poor Red. The little boy couldn't find his mother and father. He couldn't even find help. everyone had ran away. what will he do? He crept through the bodies, trying not to look at their faces. he heard someone laughing. a very terrifying laugh. and then conversation.

'don't you think you're being too cruel?'
a voice muttered. sounds calm.

'oh, what? Do you think I'm being cruel? yeah, I am!'
another voice exclaimed along with the same terrifying laugh.

Red followed the voices, crawling over the bodies. he peeked through the rubble, and there stood two men, one in bright red, one in black. they were killing people. the black one looked calm, while the red one looked merciless as he tore apart each victim. including Red's parents.

as soon as he saw the body of his parents, he screamed.

"NO-!"
Red woke up. It was only a dream. a flashback. he's not eight. he's sixteen. yet, it felt real. too real. of course it felt real, he's been through it. he pants on the bed, trying to process what just happened. He's been having these dreams so frequently- too frequently. he trie sto forget about it, doing everyday morning things and getting ready for the day. he lives with his friends, in the same city as it is close to being fully rebuilt. 









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woooo sheesh.

its like almost 2 am rn

my back hurts

but anyways
hey pookies

hru
hopefully good
honestly I hate this


but

idc anymore

I want to commit suicide

like forreal

I'm not kidding.

it's just not worth it anymore.

this life.

i hate it.

i don't want to be alive.

I'm sorry.