01: FAULTS
12:30:15 PM – YEAR 2000
MICHAEL'S SOUL DARKENED TOO, AS HE FELT GLOOM BOUND ITSELF—AS IF FORMING THORNS RUSHING ON HIS VEINS WEREN'T PAINFUL ENOUGH—THEY SURROUNDED CAGES ON EACH CREVICE OF HIS OWN, MAKING HIS INSIDES SCREAM.
Looking back at the road, it seemed long and never-ending. The idea of it made his walls break down with fear. He noticed the animosity and the darkness that seemed to take refuge of the path, making him quicken his pace. Houses of all sizes were on his left and right, leaving just a small amount of space for the interior road. Michael continued on walking (not that he stopped, he was simply contemplating on which road to take next), on the smooth road, still denying he was lost.
His lips curled in a thin line, etched with frustration. He felt as if there was something watching him. A presence so shady, he couldn't describe the feeling of being stared right into the soul. Brutally icy wind welcomed him from the soaring heights of houses. Barks of dogs, sinister laughs because of Halloween, and flying bats were only the sounds he heard—apart from his heavy footsteps that seemed to be pulled by a strong force—making him slower than usual.
It had been two weeks since Michael had his daily shopping. Carrying two bags of shopping merchandise, he ambled on the empty streets of Maria. Michael couldn't recall how many things he'd gotten lost to the maze-like build of Maria, hence why it was no surprise he'd gotten lost again.
He made fast, springing, steps when he saw a familiar landmark of a house. But right after passing on that house, he saw himself on the centre of two paths (AGAIN): left and right. The left had been the path he always walked on: dark, mysterious, and nerve-chilling. Because it was Halloween, that street was known to be filled with pranksters and stupid stories about the dead. The right was the exact opposite; streets with dim lit light on two posts, dogs roaming around, a couple of trees, and more house which meant more people. Ever since he was a child, Michael always loved trying new things that made him extremely different to everyone. Things done frequently bores him; everything that is a routine makes him cringe; hell, even the word “same” makes him choke.
Looking back at the road, he turned on the same road he takes every day, and saw the things he see during the walk: seeing barely two or three people going to their respective houses; darkness surrounding the place; dimly lit posts on each side; several people walking on such a time and stores opening and closing in such wee hours. In one's perspective, it may seem scary—scratch that, it was indeed frightening, although it was an endless cycle of routines—in which some people, like Michael, hate.
At the other side, he noticed a lot of opposite things between the two. He glanced on the right lane, seeing a cheerful atmosphere—a place he has never been to before. His urge to walk on that lane was incredible; you can see the hunger in his eyes. The aura of the road was beyond eye-catching; with no trees at all; a city right in front of him; a long end of buildings that seemed infinite, and no trash—as if nobody lived there (which was not true, at all). He wanted to go there; to explore behind the humid air... what’s it like to live differently. He wanted to; although his curiosity increased, he felt his terror raise more.
In short, unlike any stupid protagonist on a horror movie, he chose the normal yet scary road he walks on. He continued to walk on the lane that seemed – was safe to him. He continued to walk on the smooth path, noticing the familiar places he go to— he was sure he wasn't going to be lost again, hopefully.
With heavy breaths and a tired look, he finally released a huge sigh upon seeing the sight of his house. The smell of braised beef—the cuisine he loved, welcomed him with its odour that made his mouth hungrier at the thought. Michael immediately ran towards his house—even at his tired state—and made his way to the house. Because of his lack of exercise, his body wasn't used to much running (considering the amount of distance from their neighbour and his spacious house) his body became so tired, he couldn't even breathe. Stopping for a little while, he saw the door of his gate locked. His breathe hitched as he took another step, his jaw fell right after the next step.
Sighing, he asked himself, "Would somebody help me?"
He scratched the back of his head, sweat fell on his forehead with panic and desperation clouding on his thoughts. He knew his friends wouldn't just go out - they were antisocial for fucks sake. After regaining his lost strength, Michael stood up and heaved a relieved sigh. He then felt something; something unexplainable; the feeling in which his entire body shook with ice cold air rushing on each membrane; his eyes bloodshot red, and suddenly, blacking out.
All he heard was a loud bang, shooting in his veins, corrupting his senses.
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Michael didn't realise he had collapsed in front of his door. It all started from the feeling of being watched, he never wanted it to happen again.
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lol i hev sum q's!!
if u were mike, which road wOULD u go!! nd why!!
> the dark road, u always walk
> the road where the city is!
ps: if u didnt notice, he wa salready in the gate of his house, but he passed out,,,, his fronds r there,,, insidE!! (and no theyre not 5sos soz)
thnx 4 sticking up wid me ! this had a lot of errors but at least i uploaded smth ryt?
i felt as if some things were too repeated and im sorry it lacked dialogue im bad at it ;-;
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Fanfic(extremely slow updates) " . . . when the clock strikes at three am, they said don't look in the clock, for the tales of three o'clock may come to life."
