Hours of training... torture... with rain falling like thunderbolts as the sea waves attack our position in a moonless and starless night.
I'm scared of the dark. My legs struggle to stand still in the middle of a black space. My vision, impossibly possibly, darkens upon staring long enough to the nothingness. My legs tremble as my whole body gets devoured by the absolute darkness.
"Keep your stances! One wrong breath will meet a bullet in the forehead!"
And the dark crumpled my heart. It stabbed me until I bleed to my mental demise. It pressured my veins until they pop out. It wounded me until there's no skin left to be wounded. The dark embraced my beaten wounded soul.
And I was no longer afraid.
I dived into the never ending sea, the cold darkness completely enveloping my body- my monstrous hands attack the waters.
Indeed, the dead wander numbly along the cemetery. I was dead with the darkness. It will no longer terrify me. But accursed soul will deny hope, for hope revives pain.
This is the Cemetery of the Invincibles. This is the greatest pride of the Colony: an absolute training camp for their future soldiers. Adolescents, who are kept against their will, are tortured painfully to bring out the most fearless and terrifying monster within them. This is where soulless bodies wander with such dexterous and deadly capabilities. And I, no. 001, just escaped from it.
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Anthology (A Pen of Thousand Words)
Short StoryBunch of short stuffs I wrote. From the first to the last, and I hope I will see the development compared to the fifteen year old me, to the future me.
