Everyone around could hear multiple, slightly annoying clicking sounds continuously sounding out. The photographer continued their task, attempting to get the best angle of anything even remotely interesting, anything that would make a beautiful canvas painting.
The photographer saw the world in such a higher light, admiring each and every aspect of nature and man-made objects.
Everything was beautiful.
No. Everything wasn't beautiful. What happened to the trees? Why are they so, dull and lifeless? And the incredible rock formations? The decadent patterns that layered the stones were gone. Everything was gray and drab and anything left colorful was fading.
Why did only the person snapping photos realize this? Why didn't everyone seem worried about the sudden disappearance of colors? It was an awful phenomenon. Could everyone just not see that the colors were gone? Were they that blind?
"Hey, um, sir are you okay?" Asked a passerby at the park, seemingly concerned about the mans pale face and disgusted expression.
"No. No I'm not. Where's all the color? The life? Do you not see it's gone? Everything's grey," he seethed, enraged by everyone's blindness and inability to realize that beauty was fading.
The passerby, a woman in her twenties, backed away from the man in fear. "S-sir, what are you talking about? Everything's perfectly fine," she whimpered, terrified by the seemingly mental man.
He scoffed in disgust and immediately trekked his way to his small apartment building, leaving the woman to ponder over the supposedly foolish words the man had spoken.
Before the photographer left the park, he never even noticed the group of five people surveying him. He didn't notice how they followed him to his apartment building, and when they followed him up the stairs and into his actual apartment. He was too busy pondering the thought of color being erased.
Once in his apartment he nearly screamed as he noticed all of his art, everything he had painstakingly splashed color onto to make it beautiful, was grey. A drab, disgusting grey.
He would have screamed, though, once he saw the people that had filed into his small, and now cramped, apartment if someone hadn't covered his mouth with a cloth that reeked of chloroform.
The man would die, they were kidnapping him, he was almost certain of it. The last thing he saw before fading into that everlasting darkness of unconsciousness was this bug. This gigantic bug the size of two German Sheppards that looked absolutely disgusting that was sucking all color out of his once beautiful apartment. It attached it's menacingly sharp teeth onto his wall and drained any color out of his pale blue walls.
The last thing he would ever see, or so he thought, was his dull apartment. He thought wouldn't see vibrant yellows, greens, blues again. He thought he would die.
No, he saved colors. He saved beauty.
But not until he encountered multiple bumps in the road of his new life.
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A/N:
Hey everyone! This is going to be my main project and I'd love feedback for it. I hope you enjoyed this chapter, and will enjoy the many more to come. 😊
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Worlds Of Color
Science FictionEverything in life has its own beautiful, unique color. Have you noticed that? Photographers do, as do artists. When someone skilled in both professions finds color simply fading into black and white, they realize that maybe they were born with a di...
