Truths Unveiled

Golden Opprotunities

A year has passed in a blink of an eye. Spring drifted into summer, where the trees became lush, and flowers blossomed. Day descended into night, stars glittered within the vast inky sky, and the moon's silvery shape similar to the Cheshire Cat's grin. Mocking, yet stunning.

I laid on my bed, arms resting behind my head, and stared at the darkened ceiling of my bedroom. Endless dark thoughts clouded my mind—schemes against those who've done me wrong. My parents, who were drug addicts, consistently abusing me, driving me to run with nowhere to go. Then my so-called friends turning their backs on me the moment I'm in need. Again, drug addicts who used me for money since I was the only one out of our group who could hold a part-time job.

Oh, they'd pay. Someday I'll stand above them, laughing at the misfortune that'd befallen them that I influenced. No one turns on me and gets away with it, not even my parents.

I've spent most of my childhood side-stepping needles scattered on our apartment floor, feeling the gnawing pain of hunger from money spent on cocaine or heroin instead of food, and cleaning the residues off the coffee table, kitchen counters, and floors. Every time mom and dad didn't have their drugs, they took it out on me. Kicking me, punching me, and even putting out their cigarettes on me. I can still smell the scent of burnt flesh.

After having had it, I ran away with fresh burn marks and a bleeding wound over my left eye at seventeen going on eighteen years old with no money. I'd stolen some gauze and tape from a convenience store down the street for my eye. Then I hunted down some of my friends, seeking shelter, but none would supply any. Some friends they were.

Days had melted into weeks spent begging for cash, and living on the streets. I'd be lucky if a kind soul bought me a meal from the nearest fast-food restaurants once in a while.

My hatred rose as time ticked. The thirst for revenge continued to thrive within every waking moment. And I would've died on the streets if it weren't for Saeran and my Savior. The two found me in a dark alley, literally on the brink of death from dehydration and starvation. They offered me a home, food, and drink. True salvation.

Now I live inside this considerable mansion, except I've no idea where this place is. I've never been told, and there were mysterious reasons as to why.

My bedroom door creaked open, light spilling in from the hall. Was it that time already? I sighed and tilted my head to the side. Saeran, with his silver-white hair and burning green eyes, stepped inside, his mint cloak swirling around his violet suit. One of my two God sends.

"Stewing again, I see." He murmured, setting down a tray with a cup of transparent, luminous green liquid onto my nightstand.

I swung my legs to the side of the bed and sat up, taking the cup he offered. I grimaced. I'm not too fond of the taste of the medicine supplied on a nightly basis. "Mm. One of these days I'm going to have what I want." I said, downing the drink.

Smirking, Saeran took my now empty cup and set it back down on the tray. It was then that I noticed a smartphone glinting next to the empty glass. "Well, " he replied, picking up the phone and handing it to me, "your wishes may come true sooner than you thought."

Eyebrows arched, I studied the phone. It was a newer model and expensive at that. Large, but light in weight.

"And this is for?" I asked, curious. Never once in my life had I owned a fancy gadget like this. I've only ever owned a cheap flip phone.

"The Savior has an offer you won't want to pass on. A chance at revenge. We will assist you in accomplishing your desires... However, there is a price." Saeran said.

My interest piqued, I asked, "Which is?"

"There's an organization called the RFA, aka Rika's Fundraising Association. Downloaded inside that phone is an app connecting to the organization's chatrooms." He smiled. "The Savior wants you to enter the chatroom and become friendly with the members. Tell them you knew Rika and that she'd appointed you as the new party organizer from her will. If they ask for further details, feel free to contact the Savior or me."

"Understood." Ugh, I felt like my head's ripping in two. It usually tends to happen after drinking the Elixir.

"Good. We want you to organize the party. The rest we'll handle ourselves once everything is set in stone."

"Organize what party?" Fuck, I was starting to see double.

"Ah, yes. You'll send out invites to the party, discuss it with the other members, and answer emails from the invitees. Assuming they'll appoint you as the next party organizer."

"Hey, " I mumbled, "what's going on? Why..." I trailed off, falling backward on my bed.

"I apologize, we gave you a higher dosage and may have added a sleeping drug. We can't have you know where we're located, you know? Oh, I forgot to mention you'll be living elsewhere during your mission..."

I closed my eyes as he turned his back to me, tray in his hands, as he moved to the doorway. "Good night, Micky." Then my room was awash in darkness as he closed my bedroom door.