Black and White

Black and White

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Black and White. The two main shades of color. Without the two, there will be no colors. Walang kulay ang mundo. If one dominates the other, their balance will be destroyed. If they become imbalanced, they both could make permanent damages. Dangerous permanent damage. So for everyone's sakes, they must stay balanced. ---- "Where am I?" I looked at the guy for answers. He seemed relaxed and unaware of what's happening outside. He just looked at me with amusement,"Guess." The heck? "Dude, I'm not kidding. Where the hell am?!" "Hell," he repeated the word, "Ah, the irony." I slammed my hand to my face, creating a big smack sound. It's bad enough that I got kidnapped (right before I kill myself, ugh), I also got kidnapped by a freaking psycho! "I'm serious!" "The King will answer you in just a matter of minutes, just you wait." He led out his right palm and green mist started to come out of it. I panicked when it started to surround me. "What are you? What king? Is that a codename for maste---" My voice stopped and he smiled. "King Hades will really love that attitude." Darkness. ----
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I woke to a sudden breeze invading the warmth from the heavy blanket that caressed my skin. Here, alone with my thoughts, the still, calm quiet in the atmosphere is almost painful. I feel suffocated in the clingy, static air. In quiet, still moments like these, I can almost feel Him. I don't know who "Him" is, but I can feel his presence. It's almost calming, especially on fearful, anxiety fueled nights. Usually, he was the strongest when I had a nightmare. The nightmares weren't as common now, but, right after everything happened, I was having them every night. I'd wake up and swear I was drenched in blood, my eyes and lips sticky, my nose filled with the smell of iron and fuel. After everything, that's when Him first came. From there, he just never left. I can usually sense when Him is near. Today, though, his presence is stronger. I can almost feel Him next to me, weighing down the mattress. Some nights, I roll over and imagine how he looks, envision his smile or the sparkle in his eyes. He's never there and I'm left clutching to the thought that he exists, staring into empty air. Tonight, though, I swear I can reach out and touch him. Extending my hand gently, I sweep my hand out into the darkness and meet an inexplicable warmth. A scream rips from my lungs as hands cover my face and two icy blue eyes stare back at me, daring me to speak again. A soft cloth caressed my nose and mouth before I felt myself fade into bed. All Rights Reserved. Contains graphic descriptions of violence and assault. Contains battle scene.

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