Zeon

Chapter 10 Real or Not Real?

Was it real? Was it realy, realy real?  It was hard for Zaitan to believe it. Did he realy just kiss a girl? How did that happen? Oh everyone would laugh at him if they knew. But  he didn't care. Zaitan felt like he could do anything! He could fly, kill a few million people, and become the greatest hero of all times! 

The thoughts were getting to his head and the blood on his hands wasn't realy helping him either. His head spun as Zaitan walked alongside Zagbra. His thoughts would swarm of to places and possibilities. How could he get her to like him more? And what was her way and type? Would  she laugh at him for being so concerned? 

It was a nightmare! What if she turned on him and explained that she no longer had feelings for him. It was already a weird feeling, seeing as they only knew each other for less than two hours. Slowly the world slipped away from Zaitan an he tumbled down into a pit of loss.

"Oooh, a newcomer." "Welcome to the world of loss and hate!" "She hates you!" The voices came from everywhere. Zaitan ran, he ran away but they followed and new ones joined. It got louder and louder, then his head exploded.

The colors came back in. Painfully bright and way too complex! All those voices and colors!

"Zaitan! Zaitan, are you all right?" A voice was calling him and he was thrown from side to side. Now the dreams seemed to be real life too! 

Slowly he righted himself. High pitched sounds filled his eardrums and someone was mouthing things in front of him, things he couldn't hear. It went black again and only the high sound stayed. Then a explosion broke it and rapid fire of guns. The sounds came back all of a sudden.

"Zaitan!? We need to get you into the medi-call wing!" It was her voice. She was calling him. She cared for him. 

Had pain not stopped him, Zaitan would have cried out. Who cared about those explosions around them? They were safe and both knew it. As long as the other was alive, they would both be immortal. Bullets whizzed over their heads. Who cares?

Dear readers. I know there are not many left but I hope to finish this book. So, later I will review everything and add more detail. So far this could be called the drafting process. Please enjoy reading!!! Your PhoenixFireblue!

Ps. To you girls, yes we boys do think like that sometimes. We do realy care about it and we are also under constant nerve stress if it is the first real time. (At least this is true for most of us.)