I run, as fast as I could, my stamina running out... I feel sick... My mind is going out of order... "Urgh! Focus Axer Focus!" I run and run through the dark woods... "I-I must be dreaming! Vampires, wolves, anything on horror movies! They're not real! It's a dream!" I ran a hand through my hair, completely stressed out
I suddenly trip, it must've been the roots of the large tree, I hear howls... Breezing cold winds... "I-I don't want this! What's your plan God?! What is it?!.. This is all apart of your plan... Right..?"
I hear steps with crunching twigs... Heading towards to me... I try to stand up but I feel pain on my right ankle... "I-I think my... W-Whatever I need to run!.. Why am I talking to myself?.." I try to run, but no, the pain is too strong...
I think I'll need to rewind my story...
Hi!.. My name's Axer, you should know that. You would like a backstory about me right? If no, ignore this, if yes, read this.
Let me tell you about my appearance first...
5'9...
Heterochromia, one with blue one with green.
I have a gradient of orange and black hair... Cool right?.. Right?..
I'm a fucking orphan.
No one wanted to adopt a weird orphan. My fucking family abandoned me, I was supposed to turn 18 but something that doesn't make sense happened to me... But okay...
I really don't know how to explain this... But I'll try...
I was walking down the quiet streets of my neighbourhood, with post lamps lighting the streets, I was... all alone... I just wanted some fresh air, it was really quiet... It creeps me out, I felt like someone was watching me... I continue to walk... My steps, making little taps from my sneakers, I was getting nervous about this... "I really need to go back to the orphanage..." I muttered... That's when a black mist... It was covering up the neighbourhood, the post lamps lost it's light, a cold breeze passed through my body...
I ran, I need to run at this point, but whenever I run, the mist spreads faster... It's almost like it's running!..
The mist is now behind me, I could feel it's presence, it's not a presence of something... It's a presence of someone...
It was terrifying... I shouted for 'help' but no one could hear me, it was like my screams of fear are like separated from the world... It gave me a weird feeling, like I was an outcast.
My stamina is really low... I could barely run...
Suddenly, hands... Two pair of arms were reaching out for me,
One hand has caught my shoulder, the grip, it was painful... It was slowing me down... I grunted in pain... The other arm has reached out for me... Slowing me down even more... Eventually... I was pulled into the mist...
I was inside the mist, it was pitch black, except that there's a blue light emitting from the top.
I look around, in fear, confusion, and is hopeless,
"H-Hello..?" I wait for a response... No response...
"Wh-What do you want from me?.." I asked for an answer, no answer.
"This isn't what I wanted! I'm already in immense pressure and this! More pressure! I want answers! GIVE ME ANSWERS!!!"
I shouted for more answers...A black figure has appeared, it was tall... REALLY tall...
"If you want answers... I couldn't tell it to you directly, it is all a part of the plan..." He has a very deep voice, he sounds husky...
"What..? I-I don't get it... At least give me an answer!" I replied, This answer doesn't make sense... I. Need. MORE!
"This is all a part of the plan. You don't belong here, but... There's clearly a reason."
He answered, it's just... Non sense..."What is the plan?! Tell me!"
I shouted, getting frustrated, I'm really stressed out..."You will know more when you come into our world..." He raised his hand, it was like mimicking like using telekinesis... He raised his hand, I suddenly rose.
"Wh-What are you doing!? This isn't helping! Urgh!" I grunted, I tried to escape, I struggled...
"Go to our world where you'll find answers." He said in a foreign language...
He slashes his hand mimicking a slashing sword.
I fling out, and landed on a very wet puddle of mud.
I open my eyes, and saw the dark woods... It was horrifying... The moon, it wasn't white... It was orange...
I suddenly hear howling sounds of wolves, cold breeze passing through me.
So I stand, and run.
(That's my whole backstory...
I miss my old life... So I should tell it to you.)Words: 795