Too.. bright...
Those were the first words to enter Kyle's mind as he awoke, the warmth of the sun sliding across his body as the clouds came and went. His eyes winced, trying their best to adjust to the blinding sunlight as he sat up. Slowly, he gathered himself, and began to look around, trying to make sense of his situation. Just moments ago he was..
Wait. What was I doing before this? I was doing something..
He grasped the back of his head. Surely he was just confused from the situation at hand. As he stood up, dusting his pants off, he found himself in the middle of a vast, vibrant, grassy field. Nothing but the grass, sky, and gentle breeze for.. who knows how far. He was alone. He thought so, anyways, that was until in the distance he spotted a silhouette. A building? A person? He didn't know, but it was the only difference in this expanse of sameness.
Hey! Over here!
He called out, surely they'd hear him. Almost like clockwork, the figure turned towards him, and simultaneously they ran towards each other. As they drew closer and closer, Kyle noticed the near-robotic movements of the figure, each step, each stride towards him was exactly the same, their arms remaining motionless to their sides. The figure stopped, so suddenly in fact that Kyle stopped as well, taking this moment to actually inspect the figure. Their body was tall, only a few inches taller than Kyle himself, but just enough to be imposing. Their body was covered in a black, tar-like substance, all aside from a bone white mask on their face. Taking a closer look, Kyle noticed two cat-like ears, and a long, bushy tail, all still made of the black substance.
Hello..?
Kyle spoke, his voice so soft now that it was near a whisper. Out of nowhere, the figure before him manifested a crowbar, and then switched rapidly between various things, two similar looking guns, one orange and one blue and a stock pistol, all before settling on a classic looking revolver. "Stay still." Those were the last words he heard from the figure before a gunshot echoed through his ears. He launched back, looking down at himself, at the brand new gaping hole in his chest where the figure had shot him. Strangely, he thought, there was no blood. The only pain he felt was from the initial shot, not to downplay how much it hurt. As he attempted to pick himself back up, the figure stood over him, the revolver aimed at his skull. He could feel the heat emanating off the barrel, still recovering from the last shot. A faint click, as the figure readied the gun for another shot. Before he could even react, another gunshot echoed as he went limp, his vision fading to a deep red as he lost consciousness.
