James was stuck. He started to fear himself. He was scared because mentally he looked up to the elite guard so much that a part of him wanted to justify this murder.
What kind of man am I to follow someone like this?
A short green haired boy sprinted forward to help the girl, Demi's lieutenant "Sho" moved in fast, far too fast.
In a blur, you heard the jewelry cling, he had the boy in a chokehold, restraining him with disturbing ease.
James looked forward as he saw the green haired boy, his brain processing what's happening. "Orman?"
He had known that boy, they were in the same combat class a year ago. He had a good heart, he was always bullied but he never quit until he passed. He was a medical apprentice at age 19?
"Orman dont…" James mumbled to himself under his breath in disbelief.
~Wait no? I know how this ends. I've seen this before, I've read this before.
The green-haired boy struggled, his voice hoarse but furious.
"Let me go! I'm a doctor I can help her!"
The crowd remained frozen. Silent. Watching.
~He's going to die? And I'm going to get a power up? I've seen this before.
"What's wrong with you people?!" the boy shouted, eyes darting around the group as he turned purple losing oxygen."
~Oh my God. James's heart sped up as he vomited in his mouth. "IM In a FUCKING VIDEO GAME? A MOVIE SCRIPT? BUT I CANT DO ANYTHING ABOUT IT?"
Sho gripped him tighter but Orman didn't quit.
"Have you no sense of justice? That woman could've been your sister! Your mother!"
~These people aren't real? Somethings off, I know it.
James pinches himself as he feels it.
~But everything still feels real?
Orman screamed, voice cracked with raw emotion.
"You just stand there… watching?!"
"If this is what Mr. N stands for- he's… he's nothing but a—"
Snap*
The body collapsed to the floor, limbs twitching, eyes wide open empty.
A string of saliva slipped from his lips as silence swallowed the courtyard.
"Sheep" Sho whispered walking back to the side of Demi.
Sho turned and walked back toward Demi.
That was when James fell backward onto the floor, landing hard on his ass.
Pathetic and uncontrolled, he lost the motor functions in his body.
And so, he screamed.
Not a shout. Not a cry for help. But a natural scream tore out of him, wide mouthed and uncontrolled, his jaw stretched so far, it was like it was trying to rip itself open.
His face twisted into something ugly and grotesque. His eyes looked fucked up, it was the most traumatized you could ever see someone.
It was the kind of scream that came from pure mental anguish, when the brain could no longer hold reality together.
He pointed at Sho, arm shaking so badly. He broke out in desperate sickening cold sweats. He couldn't even speak, he just pointed as his breath hitched continously.
James couldn't even get up on his feet. He was crippled as he shook he pointed and cried.
This confirmed it.
He was not screaming because of the murder.
He was screaming because he had just seen "it".
Sho walked beside Demi after snapping Orman's neck
But his legs did not move.
He was walking but his legs did not move.
Not a step. Not a bend. Not a shift of weight.
His body slid.
It drifted forward through the air, stiff and upright, his feet dragging uselessly across the ground as if the animation had failed to load. Like a broken visual loop. Like a character being repositioned instead of walking there.
IT was so uncanny, because it looked so real. And it is real. These people are all real, he can feel it.
James gagged, saliva stringing at the corner of his mouth as his chest heaved. His eyes darted wildly, trying to find someone else who saw it.
Anyone.
No one reacted.
No one even blinked.
The crowd stayed frozen, obedient, waiting.
James clawed at the stone with one hand, still pointing with the other, his scream collapsing into ragged, broken gasps. His face was soaked, sweat and tears mixing, his expression locked in disbelief so intense it bordered on pain.
This was wrong.
Not morally.
Not ethically.
Structurally.
This isn't reality, I can--t.
And just like that our Main character collapsed of a panic attack.
But the script must go on.
We must cleanse the air of the "white" sin.
We have to trim the sheep.
We have to sheer their wool and let them walk naked.
For the whole world to see.