Crimson!

Part 7

Part VII — OOP!

Nearly two days have passed since then. Grit expected me to be back (to the "Nicca Niche") by tomorrow. I guess I had to be careful right around now.

I was really not sure what to do. Getting out of the city seemed safe, but juvenile; I still had a shred of dignity left. Just then—

RING! RING! RING!

Seeing that it was my roommate, Ajax, who was ringing the doorbell, I opened. It was really him.

"Hey, you're back!"

"Ye..."

I'm not going to describe how we reconnected during the next few minutes, because I always had a problem of articulating (don't ask). Ajax was telling me (also inarticulately) how he "got trapped" in something during an errand... But after a few minutes, something got my attention.

"So, uh, I heard that there's this war that's gonna happen next year," he slurred inarticulately.

"Whaaa?" That's the same thing this guy from the college told me about a few days ago!

"Yeah I know!" he continued, "I got this news from a colleague! There's this war on Purity vs. Crimson!"

"I keep hearing about 'Crimson'... what's that?"

"Um, basically some sort of a reddish version of land that's 'corrupt'. Or maybe a 'crimson' version as crimson is also a type of colour."

"Corrupt? Like from the video game?"

"Yeah... a crimson version. I heard that there's a crimson boss who travelled in time! Ever heard of Porforia Grit?"

"Whaaa?"

"We should get out of this city. I think Porforia Grit is somewhere near here. It might seem juvenile, but I think it's worth it."

"You do?!"

"I have a car parked beside the apartment! You can see it outside the window!"

I looked outside; sure enough, right at the tip of the parking lot was an exotic two-seater car that wasn't there twenty minutes ago.

"Good idea," I said, and we went.

(Note that I just accepted what he said with little hesitation... it just seemed so simple, I just had to do one little thing to escape from the ordeal...)

***

But of course... it didn't go well. Heading out in the open was one of the worst decisions ever. Just as we were about to get in the exotic car—

"Hey, that's the nicca!" screamed Grit, who suddenly appeared out of the blue! And so was that big male version who I met earlier!

"Um... this ain't good I guess?" muttered Ajax.

"That nicca tricked us!" the behemoth male eccentric pointed a sickly finger at me, "We were having a moment and he tricked me! Get him!"

And so the chase was on. Ajax and I tried our best to get in the car, but it seemed that Grit teleported and seemed to have feral claws. Long story short, I was basically thrown out of the car and landed on the pavement. And as if that wasn't enough...

"Hey, gang! We finally caught that dickwad!" Sih and his gang also found me, as if that wasn't enough! "Get him!"

I attempted to elude, but Grit seemed to be on their side; she didn't let me go anywhere. I knew I was in for a long ride when I heard Grit say: "Good idea, teach that liar a lesson! His ass is itching for a nice beating!" (Honestly, I don't even know when have I ever "lied" to Grit before)

Then, well, I guess I could say it was agony city. As I repeatedly got pummeled, I could make out some voices:

"Hahahahahahahahahahahahaha!"

"Big mans!"

"Little shit!"

"Let's see how much bricks it take to dislocate him!"

"Oooohhhh yeahhhh that's a strong orgasm!"

"Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah eat that nicca eat some dirt you shit"

"Haha ha keep going sih my man your doing well let's cream nicca"

"Ohh yeah look how small his is oh yeah the blood nice"

"Oh yeah lets drink blood eat skull everything rock celebrate 10/10 awsum"

"Yeah keep going my man look hes dead boy look weak bitch"

"EeEyyEyYy Yayayayayayaaahahhahahahhahhhh!"

(I forgot to mention how much it hurt... I could react to it all I want, being stuck there)

***

I probably fell into a coma while I was beaten up. I seemed to have had a dream where I met my younger self as an infant.

When I woke up, I was back inside the Nicca Niche again. I seemed to be suspended on a wall and wrapped up in some sort of cocoon. Only my head was intact (for some reason) and wasn't wrapped up.

The Nicca Niche was still inhabited by the deformed people, but Grit was out of sight. I tried my best not to get the deformed people's attention, but it seemed that I didn't even have to do that.