As it swallows itself whole, Tremor knew it was finally over.
What? It's just the beginning but it's already over, you say?
Well, you've missed a lot.
Things were just getting started here.
Tremor wasn't just an ordinary guy. He's 17, and he lives in a small town back in Europe. How'd he get his ridiculous name? He was raised by a christian monk. Funny because it's 2017, and he lived by the books and all those ridiculous shit. His name is latin of I dunno what the fuck his adoptive dad thought of. Let's not talk about his backfround.
You see, the reason why Tremor is in this story, is because he's like most of you. You, the readers of this piece of shit.
And it went down like this.
It was just a seemingly ordinary day in Tremor's small town called Bibury. All the regular shit. It looks as if it's straight out of lord of the rings. Quite cozy too. And he lives in this seemingly small house around the town, with his adoptive son of a bitch from France who happens to know how to speak three different languages.
There was, well, one room in that small fucking house where his dad, named Guillaume, never let stay, or even near.
His weird archives of books.
I have a feeling that this motherfucker knows all the shit about the universe, and he doesn't want his adopted little fuck to know all the shit he dug in those books that he read. (Or maybe I'm just straight up illiterate)
Tremor, well, he feared the unknown. So he stayed away from those archives. But he's curious.
There was one convincing book in that archive, Guillaume called it the Matehedron after a T.V show he used to watch every night. He says that when you open the book, it alters what you think "Reality" is, and it opens your eyes to what the world really is.
So one night, Tremor sneaked into that archive. As he walked in, he suddenly felt cold, and that feeling like billions of eyes are staring through his guilty soul. The Metahedron lays on the center of the archive, placed on a pedestal. As he places his hands on the book, he got startled by a voice
It was Guillaume. That son of a bitch, why'd you do this?
He called Trevor, and asked him to give him the book. Then Trevor followed.
As the idiot walks over to his dad, the book slipped off his grip, fell down the floor and opened by accident. Rays of light beams from the book and what he always knew as reality came shifting at his very eyes.
He started to see the world, from a different perspective. The books from the archive were all different from what they looked like before. They have weird marks, somehow kinda scholarly marks that indicate a storage of knowledge. And then there's these versions of the bible... well... Tremor has no idea why it has phallic symbols scribbled all over the bible covers.
Then he averted his eyes at Guillaume.
Oddly, he's seen normally. But his clothes are white as snow, and he seems a lot more younger. Could it be that he has oppened the book before? Obviously, yes.
"Tremor." Guillaume said with a calm tone.
"I'm sorry that this has to happen to you."
Tremor looked at him with confusion. He was rather ansure, because he didn't have a problem over what the Metahedron revealed to him.
Guillaume walked towards the window curtains, pulled it aside and revealed what the world looks like under the influence of the Metahedron.
The small town of Bibury, once known to be peaceful
Now doesn't seem like it
Tremor slowly walked towards the window
As a beaming red light shines through it
He approached it
With fear in his heart, and confusion dangling down his throat
He wanted to ask so many questions
As he got close, and peeked through the window
All he saw was sin
He saw the crimes descreetly done in earth.
A woman being beat to a pulp, just down the dark alleyway near his house, by three guys on dark clothing. He could hear her screams and cries for help. It seems as if she was just heading home from work, but then this.
They beat her. Kicked her and kept punching her until her jaw was dislocated. She now succumbs, and surrenders. One of the guys unbuckled his belt, and pulled his pants down. Before he could witness what the thugs were going to do, Guillaume shut the curtains.
"Go to bed, Tremor..."
Tremor was upset.
He clenched his fist and shouted at Guillaume.
"If you can see what crimes are being done in this putrid planet, then why don't you go do something against it?!"
Tremor's tears starts rolling down his cheeks.
Guillaume just sighed.
"Just... go to bed."
Tremor turned his back, and slowly walked to his room.
A loud ruckus was heard, banging through their house, breaking the front walls
It was a humanoid looking creature, and its skin was all pitch black.
Guillaume tried to hold it off, but its physique was too matched for Guillaume.
"Tremor! Take the book and run!"
Suddenly, two more humanoid looking creatures with the same physique as the first one, fell from the sky and approached the house.
Tremor ran from the back door.
And as he was, a tall, seemingly around 6'11, humanoid creature, landed right in front of him as they both stood in the middle of the road.
Tremor fell back, with the Metahedron clutched around his arms. The creature was wearing a black rabbit mask with hollow eyes, a pitch black trench coat and a tie. He reached down for Tremor, then he passed out.
Next morning, Guillaume woke up. He probably passed out from holding off those beasts. The house was perfectly fine, but there was no signs of Tremor around.
He wnt to the living room, sat on the couch and placed his palms against his face. He seems to have a headache over what happened last night.
Tremor came in from the front door.
"Hi dad. I bought some fruits for us."
Guillaume rushed towards him and gave him a tight hug.
But what happened last night doesn't seem like a dream at all.
Guillaume still has his bruises.
