Title: Neo-Electra Chapter: 1-Unusually Peculiar-
Inspiration: Books/T.V. /My own atmosphere
Music/Pictures: Were only evoked for the creative.
Comments: Its there for a reason people!
Meaningless quote: “Bullshitter’s make the world dirty...Rich."
Wizanko Jenkins P.O.V. “I am the king, the reaper, for this darkness oblivion… I am god."
“We are born stubborn, selfish, people. But neither of us wants to nor cares to admit it. So don’t kid yourself darling. You’re just as-”
He laughs crazily as he inhales on into his rant. Puffing out the toxins of the air… His perfume indecent and intoxicating the atmosphere as he moves forward closely examining. The neon smoke swirling and dancing like fire. A contrast of colors blending together as he sweeps the ground smoothly and gently forcing it to bend and twist with a silent moan.
“No wait, you’re worse than I could ever be. You’re heartless. But we won’t confess to that now will we..? Dearest, we don’t want this. Not here, not now to be in a farce of our very own creation. But your so damn clever bringing in this-
He goes off looking in pure disgust and malicious wonderment at the girl. He drifts on speaking and using his iron cane as a threat. As it precariously rattles smacking pavement. Before he catch’s it and vanishes into oblivion obstructed in the tunnel vision… His last words traveling with his devils grin… And murderous tone.
-Infant, ignorance into our little playground."
Unknown’s P.O.V. Entitled “Liars speak truth in the most honest way, lying. “
“He’s a liar of his accordance, Of course. “
I whisper to myself in spite of my current situation as little children, beasts circle around me calling me among many names senile, and deranged. Yet they dare with some coward bravery to come over and constantly poke me with their little damnable wooden sticks like I am a ghost. In the darkness I am presumably calling my home, inhibition located in a random bus stop. In these three blissful horrid days that I have been living here. I have come to these conclusions… From practical logical observations.
1. This is where the evil children of the world lurk.. :To poke helpless aging hobo’s as myself is to appear to be… Also where they go to school.
2. No one cares or pities my situation: meaning the people here are selfishly cruel to the lesser of their rank…
3. No one’s around to see me in my downfall descent… Hehe
I quite like the last one. Most of all. Soon I grew tired of my little game with these children and by chance get lucky grabbing one. Not necessarily forcefully but so I can speak with the brute creature… This ones a boy, with a hat to cover his emerald eyes, messy black brown hair and tanned skin… He looks famished so I offer something if he answers me correctly.. He smiles greedily seeing that I have treasures… And sits to listen… That’s when all the little children are coming over trying to win this grand prize as their curiosity kills their fears of me, the stranger.
So I speak softly because two answers are never the same as one. Unique answer…
The Hobo’s Questionnaire… (For all to answer while reading… Please list your answers at the end of reading this! Now onward!) I spoke soothingly like a mother holding her first new born…lovingly. I have captured and commended their attentions. My voice becoming soft and hypnotic… As their anticipated silence filters the air… Around us…
“1. What colors are the rainbows.. ..?
2. What does it feel like to runaway..?
3. What are the stars to you..?
4. What's rain..?,"
I paused on this one… For dramatic effect on my part.
"5. Would you care to be gone?"
Finally if you've gotten this far… Actually most of the children left by now aside for emerald eyes he looks thoughtful of his coming answers… But he stops and pauses. That’s when I see it, recognize the flicker of something searching inside the jumble of his mind… His trail… He’s lost and yet the little kid doesn’t want to admit defeat… Not yet, when he’s got this amazing chance to win something big…
It’s plausible he does in fact know what I want him to utter to me… But he doesn’t… instead he brushes himself off and leaves… Quickly moving along… Now all the children gather and ponder what I have left them with and it’s not long before their school bus pulls up and picks them up. They are all gone now but I catch sight of the little boy… Still thinking about what I said and how for maybe the first time in his young life… He was confused and couldn’t answer as fast as the reflex of a smile.
I hum and linger there where nothings really special. It’s just so ordinary, so mundane… Seeing a scattered paper flying among the street. I catch it quickly and write my questions for the next foreboding person to find it… Leaving it folded up with a pen in a near-by bench… I walk away into the foggy morning… Trying to find the one who can… Answer rightly… Correctly for once I feel like something ominous is about to strike…
Around noon I come back to see it. Someone has written back to me… Mysteriously I run staggering over to see if they got what I wanted… And as my shaky fingers grip and violently unfold the paper… I gasp and inhale rapidly losing oxygen. Seeing the inky black and bold writing contrasting hard within the white and blue lines…
I am breathless and before I know it I blackout… Fainting… But not before a message comes to my subconscious thought…
“I have been liberated, and someone’s just got their lucky ticket!"
Her P.O.V. Entitled “Its gotta be infamous to be remembered. Right? “
“Hey are you going to be alright Cap’n..?"
She hiccup’s dropping her bottle as it shatters’ to the ground loudly the glass fragments dance in the liquid and sunlight bleeding onto the pavement.
Well that’s all for now! So First OFF!! Please Answer the Hobo’s Questionnaire as best as you can! And Lastly I would love to thank everyone who come bye to even bothering reading this… Thank you the most. Also this is the 2nd story I have been working on out of the three.. if you were wondering.. Art by: olybat.
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