One Percent

Chapter 14

Killing is a blessing... Surviving is a curse...

"What?"

"He is gone!"

I stand in front of the bull, shaking. I dont know what to do. I saw a complete blank for about a minute until coach shook me awake. I saw him looking down at me... as if he saw me dead.

"Fen. Dont listen to the voice!"

I blinked once, twice and blacked out again. I saw myself looking at a mirror back home. I touched the mirror once more but, it broke. Its fragile glass cracked and shattered as I walk back.

From it, a shrouded mist came from the cracks and it covered my body. I wasnt frozen in fear. I was frozen by something worse. The mist covered my body. My arms, my legs, my torso and my neck.

What a miserable soul...

"Who are you!?" I shouted to the mist. It formed eyes, as dark as the shadow itself. Its as if it is empty

All your love... rejected... all because you are this..

"I...I..."

I struggle to breath not because i am being choked but because of the feeling of correctness.

I can make it all away

"What do you mean?"

I ask the mist but i was answered by a smile and chuckle. I try to summon solga and luna but to no avail. I cant move an inch at all. I am powerless

Hahaha... its no use. Your Guardians wont need you anymore

"Wont... need me...?"

I was struck by that question numerous times. Its as if I am no longer having the will to live

Dont worry... you can have this...

The mist then lifted my armbut... it was human. Its not dull of fur, the hands dont have pads and my nails arent claws. Its... normal

I canbe your spirit...all you have to do...

The mist then held out his hands. I know what he wants. And he knows what I want.

"I...."

I try to reach his hand. Then it flashed. I saw something weird... A world destroyed. A world full of  suffering. A world bathe in red and black.

I quickly retract my hand and look at him.

"I... I..."

"FENUIR!!"

I then saw an axe flew over me. It wiped the mist and i was back in the hallway.

"What... the..."

"Stop!!"

I then saw a shadow flying by. It has the same smile as the mist. Coach chased it and until it exited a vent. He stomped before the axe disappeaered. He went to me, grabs my hands and stomped off the direction to the captains office.

"Coach! What is happening!?"

I look around and it seems like a lot is panicking. I can hear murmurs everywhere and a lot of loud whispers followed by papers.

"I see... he has stolen it"

"But him? Of all people?"

"I wonder what forced him..."

"But of all things to stole"

"What will the director and captain say?"

I heard a lot of whispers. No story is safe with these ears. But right now is not the time for bragging.