DivineGodX

neo soul

The night was like the day, in the sense that both were hot, and in the fact that kidnappings had taken place during both. The house had a front window, dim lit. Arjun rapped on it. A grumbling voice said, "Wait."

The front door budged a little and opened. There was no welcome. Arjun entered and sat on the first couch he saw. Cotton plush jumped out of the seat's midridge.

"Say it, what you want."

"Hmm, the New Pattern Chemistry DPP."

"Couldn't find a better time?"

Arjun nervously nodded.

"I ate my dinner just now, did -?"

The window got rapped again. The old man might have been irritated with little buying pests at this time, but Arjun couldn't say for sure, for he was busy looking around the room.

"Wait." The same command.

He walked to the door as he did before. A green hoodie guy made his way in. The dim lighting couldn't light up the face. Arjun sat looking away, unbothered. A painting had caught his interest.

No, it was a photograph of a painting, in the making actually; only the white easel spread on the floor was visible.

The old man didn't waste time to start filling up another questionnaire with the green hood. He went straight into one of the bedrooms, maybe to get the books. He didn't switch on the lights.

Arjun looked at the green hood just in time for yet another rapping on the window.
This time, the old man couldn't care.

The green hood stood up and Arjun mimed him unanimously. While the former went to attend the door, the latter closed on the photo to examine it, in this testing environment.

He stared at it and then at the pedestal fan across the hall. The orange neon blades disturbed him and he turned away immediately.

He swayed a little, mindlessly, and continued squinting at the photo.

The easel was dusted with some white powder, he realized.

Then two hands locked onto his shoulders and wringed them hard. He couldn't resist them whisking his head into a gunny bag.

Its funny that when someone gets dizzy and blacked out, it is not technically a blackout, since black here should be absolutely used in the sense of projected hue, and what happens is actually a phenomenon due to lack of light.

So, to correct the wrong, Arjun light-lacked out.

When he wakes up, he would find himself in yet another dim lit room, perfumed with the smells of accursed chemicals.

He should take care to avoid almost all close exposures to them. Otherwise he will die.

A bald, denim suited man would scare him by smiling upto his face. He would say,
"Welcome, Arjun, to this place. People here live by until their death, if they follow rules. If they don't, well then - people here their death."

That wasn't for him, rest assured. But you couldn't care less, you have just met him.

Let's get familiar with him. His favourite song is Happy by Pharell Williams. What a fantastic conicidence that it will be the same song that will be playing then in that god-damn-own.

Arjun would wake up to his consciousness just as the song ended.