The Open Gates of Decimation

Chapter Two

Groaning in frustration, I kicked the ground. “I almost had him!” I screamed in anger.

“Don’t blame yourself for the failure. It was highly likely.” A voice rang out through the void.

“How would you know? You weren’t even there!”

“I was there. You just didn’t bother to notice me.” They said, sounding a little offended. A young girl, with a green and yellow sweater, with brown pants and matching hair, eyes, and boots, finally appeared.

I crossed my arms, “Oh, so now you show yourself.” They pouted.

“You’re lucky I’m even talking to you at all. I could leave you alone for entirety.” They were right. I could be alone – but I’m not. Sitting on the ground, I sighed.

“I was so close to destroying him. So close to the end…but he got inside my head.” My head was lowered in shame.

They inhaled deeply. “Because…deep down…I think you’re still a good person.” They smiled. It was so warm and kind – I’d never seen them smile like that. It was…nice.

“Well, it’s too late to stop now. I have to keep going. No matter how many times he kills me, I will win.” It was true – I did regret my decisions. But that feeling when I become more powerful, gaining the essence of their soul – it’s so addictive. I love it! I can feel my soul grow stronger when one of them die.

“I know you need to do this – I know you love the feeling. But…how caught up in this are you? Do you even remember your opponent’s name?” Their words made my mind stop. Had I really forgotten everyone’s names? Do I even know my name?

“O-Of course I remember names!” I quickly said. “You’re name is, uh…Chris?” They stared at me, unimpressed.

“I knew it! You’ve forgotten everyone’s names!” They were floating in mind air, arms and legs crossed, “I bet you don’t even know your own name.” They grumbled. A sinking feeling was emerging in my stomach.  It was sickly – unpleasant. Looking down at myself, I tried my hardest to remember the names. My friends, my family, my enemies, my own. Nothing. Not even the first letter appeared in my mind. The feeling when you realize you’ve forgotten everything…no one wants that feeling. The only way I’ve come to describe it, is this: You feel as though all the worlds’ eyes are filled with disappointment. You feel like not a single being likes you, nor do they wish to interact. Every hurtful insult has come at once. You want to cry, but you just can’t. You want to fight, but you can’t. You want to tear out your own beating heart – but you just can’t. Image that feeling…but five times worse. That’s what it was like.

I bundled myself up on the floor, hugging my knees. Truly, at this point – perhaps the entire time – I was a monster. Killing the unnamed. Truly heartless. We were there in silence for a while. Not even the sounds of our own breathes were heard. Complete and utter silence. Staring out into the endless black, I thought back to my home, before all this madness. I felt I had not a care in the world. Not once did I even think to come here – especially to kill everyone. And yet…here we are. Oh, how scared everyone must be. If my family found out, I’d be sent to jail. I thought about the survivors here. They must be so sad. Scared. Parents would never see their children again. No one would see their friends, nor their lovers again. Almost everyone was dead. Each region in this land was deserted. Not a soul to be seen. Deathly silent, cold and lifeless.

Tears fell from my eyes, warming by cold cheeks. Through the blurriness of my eyes, I saw the child standing over me. “Chara.” They simply said. “My name is Chara.” Their smile was warm, a kind aura glowed from it. I returned the cheerful grin, sitting up properly.

“Well, that’s a lovely name, Chara.”