Flames dyed the world red.
Not a single sign of life remained.
Only a few beasts fighting over scraps.
Just at the top of that very bridge where it all started,
two figures stood. One stood straight atop the steel beam. He looked like someone in his mid 30s. He was wearing a conical metal hat, dd
And the other bent down, his hands on his cheek,
seemingly uninterested in what was happening.
He seemed younger, nothing more than 15 years old. His orange hair floated in the wind his mouth covered with a mask .
"Hey Lucci, do you think that boy survived?"
The man standing spoke first. He had a deep masculine voice that resonated calmly with the surroundings.
The one bent down just stared at him, then at the broken bridge.
"Who knows?"
"Let's just get back home. I'm bored. Maybe I could get to fight some high-ranked beasts again."
His bored expression soon left in place of a wide grin.
The man sighed and crossed his arms.
"I say we check it out."
"What? Why? Let's just tell boss that this was a failure too. Besides, we can't just—"
The boy hadn't finished when the man jumped straight into the water.
The boy just let out a sigh.
"I'm getting something out of this, old man."
Then he followed.
Meanwhile, deep beneath the shattered bridge…
I had long believed I was dead, but I could hear my own thoughts,
which proved otherwise.
I opened my eyes. I was still drowning.
How deep is this damn ocean? I spoke out loud.
But something wasn't right. I shouldn't be able to speak in the water, but that wasn't the only thing. I could breathe. I could really breathe. I wasn't dying. Or was this my final moments?
Just as I thought I saw a white light. I wasn't going towards it—it was coming towards me.
Once it finally got close, I had a closer look at it.
It was a feminine figure. She had long white clothing that floated seamlessly in the water. Her skin was like smooth jade, almost indistinguishable from the dress.
Almost.
Her most noticeable feature was her ears—her ears were like that of a fox, pure white. Her face was truly beautiful.
I already knew I was dying. My mind had already begun hallucinating.
So this is what it meant by finding the most peaceful memories. I gently closed my eyes.
Peace lasted only a second. A chill crawled up my spine.
Then the creature let out a horrid scream.
It sounded so horrible I opened my eyes.
The creature's face contorting heavily. It wasn't beautiful anymore. She looked evil. Her eyes becoming red, her face turning black, her head becoming three.
Her skin turning black.
That was when I came out of the trance.
It was the beast from before. And right now,
it was chomping on my arm. The crunching sound I felt told me my arm was gone.
I wasn't surprised at seeing the beast still alive.
That was when I realized I could still breathe. I don't know why, but I wasn't wasting my chance again.
At that moment, all the rage resurfaced. I used my other good arm and fought back.
Its other two heads lashing back at me. I kicked one of the heads with one of my legs.
The other I fought with my other good arm. I punched blindly, trying to fight back.
But I was still losing blood. The first head still held tightly to my arm.
My punches became weaker with each jab.
My other hand soon got grabbed, as well as my leg.
If I wasn't dying before, I was dying for sure now.
But just as the beast dragged me deeper into the river,
it let go in an instant and with a frightened yell like a dog being beaten,
it ran away deeper into the water.
In my head all I could say was
"come back here, you bastard."
My voice had already faded.
With a sigh I lost consciousness.
– Unknown location, Time uncertain
Gently I opened my eyes. I saw a bulb just above me. I was lying in what appeared to be a pod.
I glanced at my arm. I could feel it now. It had healed up nicely.
My body didn't feel weak. I felt almost brand new.
I tried pushing the pod, and with no effort it came open. I glanced around me. Everything looked different.
The walls were made of some sort of sleek metal that looked incredibly beautiful. I stretched my arm to touch it. It resonated with my touch.
I was wearing a kind of white fabric.
I touched my hair and it felt different. I checked it on the glass of the pod from earlier. It was much more than before. It had doubled in its quantity, but the major difference was the color. It wasn't black like before. It was white. Which begs the question—how long have I been here?
I opened the door and stepped out, my feet touching the cold metal floor.
I walked down the hallway.
I wanted to know where I was, so I needed to find someone in charge.
"Hello? Is anyone there?" No reply.
As I walked down the hall,
I heard a banging on a glass door.
I looked beside me.
A man sat there looking straight at me.
His eyes just stared at me, wide open.
He gestured for me to come closer.
I wasn't sure if I should come closer, but I decided to step closer.
After all, he was wearing the same white dress I wore.
He said something but I couldn't piece it together.
So I placed my ear on the glass.
And there it was. It was just one word:
"Run."
As I stepped back I hit something—not the wall but something else.
Behind me stood a goat figure over 7 feet tall.
Then it screamed.
Not wasting a single second more, I ran. The creature chased me on all fours, letting out a mixture of a goat's bleat and a scream.
I kept looking behind me till I tripped and fell on the floor.
The beast now stood face to face with me.
What the hell is this damn place? My mind screamed the question while my legs couldn't move.