Dark Polarity: Theory of Duality (Ongoing)

Start of Duality

Narrator: Our friendship was strong until we reached Tasiusaq. Something about the place made me aggressive toward my friends. All this started a few months after living there.

Aash, my best friend from when I was living in London, both our fathers decided to set up a business to help increase employment in countries with high unemployment rates.

Sabastian stared at the blackboard with unneeded interest, as it may seem to people around him. Though he was having a daydream, it was more of a 'mare per se.

Mr. Erikson, the boy's philosophy teacher, said something that caught his attention. " 'Darkness, believed to be chaos, has two sides to it, one the dark of the night, two? Darkness of the Mind.' had a great man believed, a philosopher. He might not have met an awful demise. His mind got consumed by a great evil per a book written, a biography of Professor Abram Swasnich."

Muscles slackening, a void forming around him was all the boy felt. A loud thud resonated through the room. Glaring lights were the first thing the blonde stared at, and Mr Erikson was at the door, talking to his Dad.

Sabastian caught bits of their conversation, "Sir, I am not sure what happened...He just lost consciousness out of the blue." That was all he heard Mr Erikson say.

The young boy robotically walked out of the room. His Dad tried to convince him to go back home. Sebastian walked past without caring. Down the hallway, he bumped into a few people who cursed. A few paces away, Aash was at his locker, digging through it.

Strolling toward him, Sabastian shouted a greeting as he walked away. Scared, it was a feeling which wasn't familiar to the boy. 'I guess that's why I am careless, from what got to my ear while Evasdroping on people during recess, especially Aash.' The young man thought as he walked out of the school

'Hmm, what is wrong with Sabastian? I haven't heard from him in weeks. He seems to avoid me and the others. I need to ask him once I find him in class.' Aash mused over his friend's lack of communication as he removed my books from my locker. The dark-haired boy heard a greeting. Which surprised me cause it was Sabastian. Aash turned around and greeted him back.

Rumours of a run-down high school deep in a jungle spread along the town like a deadly illness, almost as though it was alive.

"Hey. Aash, Good morning!" A blond boy shouted a greeting.

"Oh. Sabastian, Good morning. You look tired. You OK?" Asked a surprised Aash.

Sebastian asked, trying to avoid the question. "Um...Aash, how are you? What was yesterday's Homework?"Aash asked him a question, but he didn't answer. Instead, he signed. His actions were quite apparent.

After standing there glaring at Sabastian for a while, Aash huffed. "Mate didn't hear the teacher say. 'There is no homework today.' yesterday. Stop skirting away from the question! Answer me now!"

He hollered in between his very offensive imitation of his maths teacher."I have had enough of his excuses for avoiding everyone." Aash scoffed to himself.

Sabastian walked away from Aash without saying anything, ignoring the eyes on him, murmuring to himself some incoherent words.

Minutes later, Sebastian found himself at home, staring at his laptop. As he typed in the name Abram Swasnich, the by-product of the search was more questions.

The most important question he asked himself was, what happened to Abram Swasnich? " God, I am going crazy, aren't I?" Sabastian's rant continues for several minutes. A knock echoed in the room. He waited for someone to answer from behind the door.

" It's me, Aash. Are you good, Mate? I heard from Mr. Ericson that you fainted." Aash was standing on the other side of the door, anticipating Sabstian would yell at him.

Instead, a reply from Sabastian was all he got. "Alright, I'll tell you. But don't tell the others." Sabastian gave in while opening the door.

"R...Right, that's new." Pointing the investigation board in front of him, Aash voiced his surprise. His gaze travelled from the board to the books and open laptop.

When Aash saw the professor's name, He interrogated Sabastian regarding why he was searching for Abram Swasnich's death and life's work rather than Asking Him.

Sabastian sighed and quickly answered. " I...Um, I wasn't feeling like asking you, mate." while cringing at the 'mate' at the end. Cause he wasn't acting like Aash was his best pal. He had no right to call him 'mate' whatsoever.

" It's fine. Look! I know you're uncomfortable with this Sabastian. However, I am not letting you off the hook for pushing me, your best friend, away. Not so easily!" Ash hollered. Silence reigned supreme. Sebastian never retorted back, but he let out a sigh.

Without a second thought, the dark-haired boy yelled at Sabastian. He thought nothing of Sabastian's explanation, which Aash should have paid attention to. I then stupidly asked. "Um, what were you saying, Sabastian?" He rolled his eyes.

"Weren't you listening, ugh! Oh god." Sebastian sent an irritated glare toward Aash. "It's...Forget it. Come over." He gestured toward a couple of sofas, brown leather cushions with cyan-clothed backrests, facing the door. With a calm attitude, Aash followed the gesture by walking over to them and turning him to continue.

Two young men, one dark-haired, the other with blonde hair, buried themselves in Abram Swasnich's research papers he wrote during his time in Tasiusaq. Not discriminating against the content of research papers, the information they got from the research papers wasn't relevant to the question they had in their minds.

On the far side of the woodland, a creature reached out from the murky depths of a large lake onto the lake bank like a restrained animal squirming to escape the grasp of its chains.

It had pure-black eyes to that of a stuffed doll and long, spindly legs with no apparent muscle and skin likened to that of a bat with no fur. Arms with visible bones sticking out of their elbows. Fingers spindly, stick-like and bits of flesh were missing from its fingers. Its facial features. Withered is a word that could explain them.

The back of them stiffened as it pulled itself off its front limbs. It ran off into the woodland in a limbering sprint. It wheezed as it let out bursts of air and found itself face-to-face with a peaceful woodland creature a few paces away from the lake.

Bones creaked as it lowered close to the ground, building pressure for a pounce. Legs kicked off the ground with intense force, teeth. Sharp canine teeth came in contact with the animal's skin, blood sprayed across a tree trunk.