Into Our Fantasies Book 1 - Watch before you listen

Run.

Two figures approached Chris in his sleep.

One was a woman with skin as black as night itself, speckled by what appeared to be stars. A shock of white ran through her curly hair, which was otherwise dark purple, almost black. Emblazoned on the flowing white linen dress she wore was a design of a black koi fish with a white moon marking. Her eyeball was black, while her pupils were white.

The second one was a man with skin as pale as snow, with black scars over most of his body. His hair was short and stood straight up, and his mouth seemed to prefer a smile. Like his body, his hair was white, save for the black streak through the middle. He wore a black camo jacket, with the shirt displaying a white koi fish with a black sun marking. His irises were black, his eyeballs white, and his pupils were black.

The mysterious figures looked at each other. A silent nod of understanding passed them, and they laid their hands on Chris's head, a bright light emitting.

...

In the morning, Chris woke up feeling rather terrible.

He could not understand why he felt this way, only that it was an awful day to wake up this morning and honestly he'd rather be home, on what seemed to be an incredibly cold day, yet he was hot enough that he was physically burning his clothes and guitar case.

Also he seemed to have gotten a bit stronger. Like turning aforementioned case's handle into nothingness and sawdust, which led to him having to use the straps, which had got in a few accidents and were now basically unusable.

Did I mention they were burning?

As he went into the train, he wondered how the day could get worse.

Rather unwise when you're saying this at like, 7: 45, but hey, what's the worse that could happen?

A few kids started staring at him. Deciding to have some fun, he projected his voice, saying, "Like what you see, huh?" When some of the kids gave him disgusted looks, he laughed a bit, before saying, "I'm just playing.

"Besides, Ya'll act like you've never seen a naked man on fire before. Like don't Ya'll see those Baptist comics? They got plenty of naked people on fire there."

The kids left then. There was a small smile on Chris' face then. Maybe it won't be that bad.

...

The second he made it to school, the burning had stopped, but the shirt had turned to smoking remains, as had most of his pants. Deciding to run, he grabbed the guitar (the guitar case had turned into smithereens, like his shoes) and ran faster than he ever had.

It was incredible. It felt like the world itself had slowed down, and he was walking. walking. It didn't even feel like he was running.

He swiped in using this speed, although he wasn't seen until he stopped, having reached his destination in the lost and found. He was dimly aware of the bell ringing as he picked out a red shirt with black and white accents and black pants.

The rest of the day went by quickly, that is except gym. There, the teacher said they were going to have a field trip.

Huh. A field trip to a health center? In gym class, no less.

"This is ominous."

"Who the f-"

"My name is Sage. This is a mental conversation."

"O-"Oh. Ok, and?

"What do you mean and? I'm like Sage!"

Who the hell are you?