A Hero's Side Journey

Wallace's Story, Episode 2: A Grim Way To Fight.

At first, there was nothing but darkness - no sun, no warmth, no light, no home to return to. However, the pain persisted, overwhelming your senses. Your ears were filled with a constant ringing, your ankle pulsed with throbbing pain, and the back of your head joined in the discomfort. Meanwhile, the metallic taste of blood continued to overpower your mouth.

Voices surrounded you, yet you were unable to perceive or comprehend their words. Suddenly, an invisible force clutches your throat, hoisting you up into the air. Your body dangles helplessly as your feet drag against the unforgiving terrain. This unsettling sensation is the only indication that you're being transported. Suddenly, you hear a door sliding open, and in an instant, you are forcefully thrown to the ground.

Countless voices resound relentlessly around you, growing in number and abuzz with fervent anticipation for the imminent flames and event to unfold. What could it be?

Although the world largely remains engulfed in darkness, glimmers of light now manage to flicker through the cracks. You see dark silhouettes passing in front of you, their details obscured from view. Soon, the room's warmth eagerly envelops you, and soon you begin to burn up. Burn up.

Burn. Burn up. Darkness. No sun. Glimmer. Flickers of light. Cracks. The crackling of twigs. At first, there was no warmth. Warmth. Burn. Burning up. The dance of the flames. No home. Darkness.

In an instant, the darkness that had shrouded Wallace's world disappeared, and his eyes were met with the breathtaking sight of a vast room revealed before him as the bag was swiftly whisked away. The room was predominantly constructed with stone, and apart from the pillars upholding its structure and the multitude of individuals assembled within, it remained mostly vacant.

What... the... Wallace pondered quietly, his gaze darting from one person to another, until his attention was drawn to the myriad of doors scattered throughout the room. This one room had about four different entryways. But why?

Before the question could be answered, there was a sudden commotion as a door swung open in the back, followed by the rapid approach of footsteps and the sound of a struggle. As Wallace turned around, he caught sight of a man from the police station heading his way. It was the same man who tore past the police, and he was carrying something within his hands. No, not something. Someone. Wallace's eyes widened as he realized who the man was carrying. G. G.

"Alright!" the man shouted as he threw Grim to the ground next to Wallace. "Let's get this thing started!"

Wallace quickly turned his head, but the moment his eyes met Grim's, fear shuddered through him. His face was completely battered, covered in blood, and his upper body displayed scars that were worse than anything he had experienced before. It was impossible to imagine the condition of his lower half.

The man stood before Wallace and Grim, commenting, "You must be wondering: why the hell are we here, and why are we still alive? Well, unlucky for you two, you both got caught in the crossfire of this reject's father." Then, the man pointed at Wallace, making the boy's body tremble.

The man continued, "For whatever reason, your father decided to talk about something he shouldn't have, and because of that he needed to be silenced. Now, I'm gonna go a little off script here and ask this: what did your father say, and who the hell did he piss off for people like us to get involved?"

Wallace stood there, his gaze fixed on the man, his mind devoid of thoughts, his words trapped within the confines of silence. What was he supposed to say? This entire situation was hard for him to believe. It felt like something ripped from a comic book or something.