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Well. No use to think about it now. Time to work.
WHO SAID DISHONOUR.
WHO DID IT
I WAS NAPPING
You know what? Go back to sleep. It’s the best you can do.
*walking around with a broom - the closest to a cane he managed to find in his house*
*He couldn’t leave since the M!A started*
*and it’s driving him crazy*
It’s getting worst and worst…
It’s just for a week. Just for a week. I can live with it.
He sits on the floor, trying not to think about how terrifying it is to be unable to see. Like he already did, a thousand times since it started.
“You are Wang Yao.”
“You are alone.”
“And this is your place.”
Yao only knew three things about himself, and none of them seemed really useful. He found himself in a road, without documents or anything that could give him a clue about what was happening. Maybe someone would give him a ride to the nearest town, in which he could find somebody to help him.
The hours passed. No one stopped. He decided, then, to simply walk along the road, hoping someone would stop or at least give him some useful information. But his feet was already hurt - why did he leave home with those shoes? Where was his home, anyway?
Finally, he found a small town. Yao was exhausted, and as soon as he found a bench, he let himself sit down, his body screaming in pain and exhaustion. He should walk around a little, talk to people, but no. He couldn’t. Too tired to function.
((References to Highschool of the Dead are not mere coincidence.
I still hate the anime, though, but I must admit it has a really nice universe.))
“I still remember how it was - the day when the world ended.”
Yao didn’t feel like going to class that day. Actually he never felt like going to class, and he skipped more classes than anyone else. But, in that day, he could feel something different happening. Something in the air, maybe…?
“Hah, sure. Nothing changes in this shitty place.” He thought, walking calmly towards the school main gate. But he could never expect to see what he saw there.
It looked like a person on the street, but pale and sick-looking. The man walked slowly and aimlessly, and with a second look, Yao recognized him as the math teacher for the second year classes. What happened to him? He didn’t like his teacher too much, but a sick person is a sick person.
He gave a few steps toward the gate, only to stop, shocked.
His eyes were blank. Almost like… he was dead.
“Mr. Ethan?”, he tried to ask, refraining himself from panicking. No answer, the man remained on the same strange pace. There was no one else at the street, but… that was too strange. Yao, then, decided to send some people a message about what happened. If that was a disease, they would need to be informed, and maybe someone even knew about it.”
“I just saw mr. Ethan looking like a half-living thing. Did any of you know something about a new disease or anything else?”
SUBJECT: YOU KNOW WHAT IT IS.
SUBJECT CODE: “the Dragon”
TIME: RIGHT NOW!!!
PLACE: MY HOUSE
P.S.: If he finds you, tell him we’re going to watch Disney movies.
Maybe.
Well, probably.
Lai-Yi… Ícaro probably wasn’t the only one who thought on me in that way.
It’s probably not different with the others too.
They hate me. Or, at least, resent me.
And they have reasons for it.
…shit.
It’s the proper day for that, right? Paying respects… honoring them.
But there are so many. I can’t simply choose. All of them deserve it.
Leaders… generals… wise men… soldiers… unknows people that died to make this country be what it is today…
Too many people who deserve it.
Too many people that could live a little longer if it wasn’t for me.
………….
I’m sorry.
“I’ve been having those… weirds thoughts lately…
Like… is any of this for real or not?”
Those words resonated in Yao’s head, as he looked around. So those nightmares weren’t simple reveries from his mind. And now, he tried to fight against those monsters with everything he had.
It wasn’t enough, though. He was skilled in fighting, but it wouldn’t help him to defeat those creatures. Tiny, black monsters, that hid in shadows and attacked everything and everyone.
There was nothing he could do. Everything around him was falling down already.
He ran to a valley, near the village he lived in, only to witness a terrifying show: a black whirl on the sky, sucking everything like a black hole. And a giant monster under it. A strange monster, who looked like a human form terribly distorted.
A form who saw him. And tried to attack him.
His only weapon was a wooden stick, and it was already useless against the small monsters. Fighting against that creature would be suicide for sure. But, in the moment it spotted him, Yao knew he wouldn’t have a choice.
…it was the same as that dream. The same creature, in that strange, ethereal place. Except that, now, it was real.
Suddenly, the stick disappeared, and in its place, a strange weapon materialized. Something like a… key? It didn’t matter. In that moment, he felt he could fight back, and ran to the monster, attacking it with all his strenght. It was a short but violent fight, and then, he finally disappeared.
But the whirl remained, sucking everything, swallowing everything. Including himself. He tried to hold on the rocks, but in the end, he found himself being dragged to the black hole.
And, then, darkness. And silence.
*goes to look at the page* Oh. Sounds interesting. I just need to find an airport? Well, this can’t be too difficult.
»”Hide location”
»GO!
…WHERE THE HELL AM I?!
*texting to everyone on contact list*
I know you’re probably playing that stupid game too. Can you help me? Does anyone know where is it?
-She had just opened the page on her own notebook-
…. Da fuck?
-And then the text arrived-
From: Margaret
To: Yao
Bitch, I’m lost the middle of the forest. Are you looking for a airport? I am looking for the fucking road.
From: Yao
To: Meg
OH, FUCK. Who’s the idiot who created it…?
You can’t walk outside roads or streets in this game, I guess. There’s probably some sign not too far from there.
(Source: feng-huang)
*goes to look at the page* Oh. Sounds interesting. I just need to find an airport? Well, this can’t be too difficult.
»”Hide location”
»GO!
…WHERE THE HELL AM I?!
*texting to everyone on contact list*
I know you’re probably playing that stupid game too. Can you help me? Does anyone know where is it?
It’s been a year since he went to that place for the last time.
He used to spend some time in that room. That house, the one he used to stay during the meetings, was now closed and empty. His old room’s furniture was covered in dust. A year passed too fast, for sure.
And he changed a lot, too.
“It brings back some memories, haha”, he thought. That year was different, he knew that. The world changed, and so did he, but that year… he couldn’t really explain.
And then, he found it. His old Er-Hu, the one he couldn’t bring when he moved to his new house. Seeing the instrument made him smile. It was covered with dust, and really tuneless, but it took only some cleaning and adjusts in its strings to sound perfectly too.
Concentrated in the music, he didn’t notice when someone approached…
A thousand lives wouldn’t be enough for him to forget that week.
In his mind, a fight was happening. His both sides, fighting each other, trying to kill each other, to take control over him. And the only way for him to deal with that inner war was fighting too. Under the snow, the cold wind hitting his naked chest, the snow freezing his bare feet, and her fists attacking invisible opponents. He was so furious, so angry at himself… and as he punched and kicked the air stronger and faster at every moment, he just wanted the voices in his head to stop.
One voice telling he was weak. He was fool.
And other voice telling he hurt the people he loved most.
One saying he was a coward, for wasting his best chance of taking everything back.
And other saying he deserved to be alone, for putting his revenge before his feelings.
In a moment, he wanted to kill Ivan. In other, he wanted to beg for forgiveness.
And what if that madness continued? what would he do? How many people would he hurt? He wouldn’t be different from the ones who hurt and humiliate him in the past. He would be even worst. And the only way for him to live with that would be killing his past self. Leaving behind everything he used to be and letting only the lust for power and blood reign over him.
But it was over. He was weak. He let himself fall in love. The same love that, in the end, stopped him. What good could that bring to him? It only made him weak and scared. A coward. A fool.
But part of him was still grateful. Ivan stopped him before he did anything terrible. Thinking back, remembering the words the magic faceless entity said. “Don’t regret your actions”. How couldn’t he? He regretted for being weak. And for being insane. For hurting people and for NOT hurting people. And it would drive him crazy soon. This is why he let his body work for himself. If only he could hurt himself. Fall and break a bone, distend a muscle, maybe freeze under the snow. Anything to bring physical pain. Anything to make those voices shut up.
But they wouldn’t. They never would. Now he knew he had a monster inside him, and that monster would come back someday. He would try to fix things. He would try to smile. But living everyday knowing there was still something inside him who wanted to watch the world burn was the most terrifying thought ever.
And, then, he let himself fall upon his knees. And cry, one last time. It was all he could do.
It was a cold, snowy morning. But that wasn’t an excuse for the Jack of Spades to skip his training. Laziness wasn’t a valid word in his vocabulary, and harsh climatic conditions would help him to improve his physical condition.
…or, at least, that was what he repeated to himself as he tried not to freeze in that morning.
He choosed to train with his spear. Hitting the targets one after another, he tried not to think too much about anything. Only his movements were importantr. He needed to be stronger. Faster. He needed to be as strong as possible to protect his Kingdom from anything…
He didn’t notice when someone sneaked behind him. And if he didn’t stop at time, he would stab that reckless person by pure instinct.
