Baby Blue | pjo✖avengers

00; Prologue

  

   Time should be considered as a wolf in sheep's clothing. It's the main factor of why everything comes to an end. Usually, time wouldn't really be on the green-eyed man's mind; but today was different. Time had taken something from him, and it wasn't a pleasant sight.

    One of two women are diagnosed with cancer: One of Three men are diagnosed with cancer. Why was the ratio of such a deadly thing, so high? Why did cancer have to always be about time?

   —they only have so much time left, Jackson, with the supplies we'll be using and how far his condition has gotten. We're estimating that they only have a few weeks left- days even.

    With a blink of his eyes, the voices that tremble in his memory we're gone. Leaving the 25-year-old to awake from a nightmare reality. The green-eyed man rose to sit up on his simple white bed, his black hair in a wavey mess as if it had practiced containing a decent look for the tired man. His bare chest was exposed to the morning light, showing many scars among it.  Getting up the six-foot-tall man stretched his sore muscles.

    The adult walked passed his nightstand to make his way into the bathroom, which was on the other side of his plain white-backed room. Among the many items on the nightstand—what stood out the most was an old dirty sticky note. It seemed to have been in the same exact spot for years, seeing as the dust had piled itself on it. On the note laid cursive writing, 'Love you Seaweed brains, I will be back home soon.' The note was a memory that the adult doesn't want to ever lose. For it was the last calming hour before a hurricane swept over his life once more.

    Walking out of his bathroom, the man was dressed decently. He was fast in the art of appearance as if someone was hovering over this shoulder and pen pointing out all the flaws in his attire. The half-god gave out a soft whistle, one that was repeated in a quick tune. In instant pudding footsteps, we're alerted of his presence and came towards him. Through his open door, a happily content labradoodle yipped up at the scarred man.

    This was a normal morning in which repeats every day. But the day has yet to begin, and it was betting it's bottom dollar it will be different.

   The black-haired man pets the dog softly, and laugh escaped his lips because of the mammal, "Good morning to you too." His voice was light as a feather, but a deadly sadness was hidden behind.

   If you were close enough to the sea child, you'll clearly hear the distress he was sending to his companion. This man has been through a lot, and it seems like fate is not yet done with him.

   Leaving his beach house, the adult walked down the streets wearing his trustee shoes. They were his favorite due to the blue color that adored them. The adult was making his way to a place, one he went to every day. Coming up to his destination, a building with a bold heading stuck out with an ocean green color: Ocean Levels. The place was a small coffee shop, one filled with fish tanks and books—even board games.