Hello Once Again!
If you haven't read my former-now-semi-abandoned-story left in my queue. Please read the newly posted final chapter first before reading this one. As you may not understand the reasons of such a decision and how it continued here.
You read it yet? Good!
So where do I start? Okay.
This will be a story that I will properly write from now on. So you may notice the future long pauses (i.e. slow updates) as I will make sure that each chapter will be correctly placed with punctuations, spellings and grammars, and each will also be given immediate individualistic attention. Though some mistakes may become prevalent, it will only be strictly due to my ignorance and natural preferred writing methods.
Apologies again as I decided that it will only reach about over 5k at most, instead of the usual 7k and over ones. And added with slow updates, my reason is that it usually takes hours before a chapter of mine reaches about 1k or 2k. I don't know how that's possible apart from school, but it's done.
I'll make this short. So I'll immediately state of what the overall story-genre outcome would be.
This fic won't be categorized as a slice of life.
Though there will be elements but it isn't going to be completely prevalent at all.
Words like "blood", "death", "murder", um... "how something pointy can be used to kill someone" and the like will constantly, if not, at least almost be present in the story as it progress.
I finally learned to add some spice to it after all. Though my own definition of dark may just be somewhat different from others...
Also warning about how I portray a certain gender, a specific place and natural actions as cruel and murder-induced will also become prevalent. So just understand that the sudden insults I will spout is just because it is a story, a creative story, not meant to strike someone or target someone. As it can be pretty much get specific...
Well, that is all I guess?
Oh, right. The first following chapters will be just a pre-canon-ish small arc that will only last about two chapters or three. Since I wanted to portray how someone "works" and does his "job" in looting special powers. The really obvious individual will not be named, and it may come off as cringeworthy yet again, but I'll make sure it won't be... I think I hope so.
So the only thing that you only need to watch out for is that "death" will almost be present in the story. And no matter how "light" darkish it is. It is my own self-understanding of a dark story.
And please review if your own interest would elevate somewhat after reading this.
Then here comes the still usual disclaimer so you can officially start reading.
Disclaimer: I don't own Charlotte, and its characters belong to their respective owners.
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"An end is required to trace something that had begun. As it marks the signs of a hidden explicable origin"
A beginning would often indicate a start.
How one was birthed, first existed and tried something innovative.
People have always desired a beginning. Beginning of a newfound relationship. A new unique creation. And a new noteworthy discovery...
On the other hand, an end is mostly neglected.
Since it would always portray a conclusion, a finale.
The end of a relationship due to a mistake. The end of an invention stopped by conflictions. And the end of discoveries as reasons always led to difficulties.
To people, an end is simply something to avoid. Yet would always naturally greet them as it would strictly serve as a limit...
Beginning portrays life. End illustrates death.
One rules the other. One betrays another.
A beginning would be constantly desired. An end forever rejected.
Yet a certain one would deem otherwise.
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{:::Time [2:34 AM]:::Location [Beijing, China]:::Moments Passed [N/A]:::}
The daybreak was calm and peaceful. As a gentle breeze swished silently amidst the cold air...
The entire populace was currently at a state called sleep. Along with some unrestrained snores vaguely heard from the unbolted windows of towering buildings. The still arise moon serving as the only source of light above the earth. As it was encompassed by the infinite darkness...
Darkness, that completely shrouded the unlighted streets with unending shadows... though something far darker seemed to be unaffected by the product of the still stagnant silent night.
Eyes of and light blue calmly darted left and right. Observing something to watch, possessing hints of anticipation coupled with calmness. Which was difficult to maintain as they each represent specks of contradicted aspects, but not entirely impossible to act upon.
The individual was encrusted with a black tattered coat that loosely gripped his body. While a deep red blood-colored shirt remained elusive, in the same condition as the coat albeit slighter. The hood attached to the intimidating clothing also served as a cover. To conceal the long shoulder-length brownish hair and emphasize said two different colored glowing orbs.
The coat's rolled up sleeves revealed the slim and tan-skinned arms of the individual. The visible and distinguishable hands free with wrinkles seemed to indicate that it was a teen. As the youth also wore fitting azure long pants that reached the feet, which was adorned by black boots. That imitated the same color as the night.
And just like his upper shirt and coat, it was a bit tattered. Nonetheless, it would also indicate that the wearer was a male under the guise of a worn out yet still fitting outfit. As lean muscles seem to slightly protrude outwards...
Hands were also slightly reached out, grasping a paper parchment that appeared to be measly written. Eyes also drew from the obvious not entirely-tattered object compared to his outfit. As what seemed hand-written words were clear and readable.
[Records of kidnapped individuals and increasing murders are evident in Beijing.]
[Causes seem to point towards one definite conclusion like the others... human experiments]
[Meticulously hidden undisclosed cases, however, involved more than just the usual inhumane experiments, as... the possibilities of "planned murders" were also reported in the area.]
[Intel only solidified the likelihood. As children of mere raw age of ten and above, are sometimes found in numerous murder sites. Yet news are still hidden from the eyes of residential public.]
[Ransom and bribery seemed to be the cases of lip-closed older accused individuals. Thus, current and stagnant progresses equivalents to nothing. First recorded practice seems to be the same time of a recently built corporation, though this is only mere speculation.]
[The right amount of remuneration said in the contract for your cooperation once you finished your objective, will be received once mission confirmation is absolute...]
[...but for now... we express our gratitude for an individual that truly cared for the children of tomorrow.]
With a soft and almost indiscernible twitch, the teen's lips adjusted in a frown. Before momentarily turning back into a thin line as his heterochromia eyes revealed a certain glint.
The parchment was promptly stored in the tattered robe. A look of calmness lingered for a few seconds until it eventually dissipated. As the owner of the eyes seemed to remain in a certain direction...
The wind picked up westward. As another quiet and undistinguishable swish was heard...
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Sounds of hurried sprinting echoed through the streets. But it was only a sound so scanty that it shouldn't be heard by people within a few meters, much less those who were deeply asleep.
"Where are you?" a rough and coarse sound immediately became announced. As the mouth of a haggard-looking man in his thirties voiced out his annoyance coupled with obvious hints of tiredness.
The nameless man continued to run. His head darting right and left alongside a weapon to what seemed a crossbow. With a charged arrow already placed on the cartridge. The weapon was being gripped tightly by the callous and slightly trembling hands of the proprietor.
The weapon that had the means of taking the pedestal of the hunter, containing a simple objective to hunt the hunted...
The steps continued until it slowly stopped. As a smile filled with obvious ghastly intentions immediately found its way onto the man's lips. His eyes squinting towards a spacious alley, as if his sight was directed to the "hunted" that was about to be pierced with his weapon...
There in his sight, was a hooded figure wearing long knee-length black coat. Currently standing in a lighted spacious alley, appearing unmoving, motionless...
With a sick and unrestrained grind of the arrow within the crossbow. The man pointed the weapon towards the unguarded left upper back of the teen.
The objective was to merely apprehend. And leave a lethal lingering damage for capture. Capture for reasons that were about to make known. As greed delighted eyes of the human person, glistening silently.
Noticing that he was still unnoticed, he silently gripped the crossbow once more. And with a merciless smirk... the hold was released.
The projectile drew stealthily, almost instantaneously, for a few meters away from its launcher. It sailed amidst the silent and cold wind. As it seemingly pierced the invisible air, continuing its course closer and closer to the still declared unaware teen...
The arrow continued its way until it was now mere inches from the designated location of the still immovable teen's back. The distance grew smaller and smaller until-
He felt it.
How one sensation seemed to be the only thing absent in his senses. While a group of raucous children celebrating their freedom with joyful smiles and loud cries enveloped the simple yet comforting rundown apartment.
Children that were saved... survived from a disaster so inhumane.
He should be celebrating with them. An obligation birthed out of the bright grins he was given. They, who, regarded him as a savior, a hero. And how children can smile after a close dance with death was an exceptional worthwhile prize in of it itself.
He should have felt it. Felt how they warmly embraced their impromptu comrades, strangers that became close friends and entitled enemies that changed by the method called camaraderie.
He did felt it, all of it, indulged in it even... except one.
And that was his mistake.
It was astonishing how a bunch of eight to ten-year old brats immediately quieted similar of getting lectured by the parents themselves that left them. Left them to be tortured, fear and forgotten. Denying of the care and warmth that a child should feel in exchange for simple currency.
And how a young girl at a mere age of nine. The brightest and most gleeful of the bunch. One child that he would undoubtedly remember for a long time. One of those few that he rarely encountered. Having superb traits that could pass the little sister role with flying colors...
...suddenly had her small fragile body suspended into air. Before plummeting harshly on the cold and hard floor. And how blood, red bright blood, seemed to trickle out off the happy-go-lucky brain of the child...before appearing lifeless, a great contradictory to her earlier jovial state.
The room froze.
It literally did.
The swaying curtain of an opened window brushed against the wind. The only sound one could hear amidst the motionless, dead atmosphere of the once cheerful-induced room.
And the only sound that made one's fury escalate from zero to infinity.
A shadow stepped. Drifted. And seemingly teleported, forward the opened window. The atmosphere changing greatly from somber to unexplainable heaviness.
Nonetheless the one's remaining inside the room. One's that should have felt the great increase in pressure were just dumbfounded. Not because of the sudden interference of the supernatural-like occurrence with a sudden nature.
But the reason borders on the fire of hope that was immediately burned out of their souls.
They always did feel that they were finally safe. And even childishly thought that all of them would turn out together and secure.
Well, that was their mistake.
Now their expressions couldn't be far-off from the former jovial child currently sprawled down on the ground. As the enlarging puddle of fresh and young innocent blood bathe her once untainted, miniature body.
A raged expression shifted into something akin to searching.
The way how one individual's once solemn eyes welcomed a sharp glint, indicated an assassin wasn't too far-off.
Except, the first sign of the killer he was met wasn't the killer itself.
It was a small projectile. A tiny bullet that was merely inches on his own forehead.
Objective to redo the earlier task, to pierce the skull of the savior that failed... once again.
Eyes of similar colors closed prematurely...
The atrociously dangerous bullet was stopped, caught casually by a mortal hand.
...until eyes of two diverse colors both opened once more.
And it was anything but mortality that fueled the proceeding action.
The haggard man blinked, looking at something peculiar. Before horror slowly replaced his recent smugness.
With a brandish of a hand, the piercing projectile was caught. Its danger presented no more as eyes of different colors became the new hunter, taking its place. As different colored eyes silently gazed towards the presently hunted...
The man was subdued by the motionless feat of the new hunter. Seconds passing by with a new silence lingering amidst the spacious alley...
With a scowl, another arrow was loaded. The weapon regained its momentum. As it was pointed again towards the anomaly...
With a stoic glance, one arm was raised. The harmless palm discarding the used arrow coupled a brief gaze to his left. Before directing towards the nuisance...
With an spontaneous gushed of the wind, they were about to fire-
"What do you think you're doing?!" a dignified shriek immediately resonated within the silent district. As steps bearing weights became prevalent.
The newcomer's voice disrupted the weapon intended to be fired. Stopped a harmless hand that was intended for crippling...
"Step out of the way! You don't know who that is!" an angered shout was heard. Trembling became more rampant, disordered.
The brave teen took a step forward, unfazed by the shaky threat. She then adjacently stood in front of the motionless teen. Leaving traces of new identified pressure in the once quiet district...
As eyes filled with determination and unending resolve glowered, before a proclamation was set.
"It still doesn't explain why you are picking on the weak! And I, Lan Xueruo[1] is disgusted with such deeds!" the tone that bathed willpower as its foundation. Clear voice that resounded, echoed, managing to immediately shock and falter greed itself.
A man was affected. But could do nothing more than represent a display of surprise and peculiarity. Hands grew trembling in response to the girl's sudden courageous presence.
A teen remained silent. But the response took the form of a shimmer. It was merely a flash. A flicker of light in his left light blue eye so undistinguishable it was almost instantaneous.
A mere example of another instance of a mysterious action with an intended purpose...
The unusual gaze lingered on the back of the teenage twin-bun haired girl that exuded valor. One, who seemed to embody a justice-induced character and trait.
The mysterious occurrence was seen, felt by no one, but him. Nonetheless, the display right in front of him continued. As another derisive shout was heard amidst the motionless atmosphere...
"There's a large bounty on that monster's head! And I'll be straight to becoming a millionaire if I turn him in!" the man stood his ground after a moment of silence. Stumped, feeling the girl's abnormal tenacity.
But the only difference of the rebounded stand compare to the girl. Was the insistence of obvious superficial greed in the man's eyes.
"That is still wrong! Lan Xueruo's code of conduct absolutely rejects it!"
And just like a protector. The girl's stance never faltered as her hands remained airborne.
The only quiet one surveyed the situation with a passive glance. But there was a hint of comprehension on the teen's eyes as it promptly closed. Indicating sufficiency from a mere unusual gaze...
Born from the influx of emotions of the one who was forced. To simply bereave of one innocent life for the release of a captive another. Regret, lament and scorn soon followed. Yet determination bolstered her being for a path through atonement. Atonement for a life, atonement for a sin.
{Courage}
The power to stand forward and firm with one objective. To exude rightness and surmount terror overlooked by human selfishness. A power so simple yet when dedication becomes an added equation. It can become something more ideal, more supreme.
Eyes remained vigilant and aware what must be done. Not a speck of fear was seen. Since courage is something that is constantly present in dire situations similar to this.
Yet...
"I warned you! Don't blame me for this!" the man let out a cry of irritation. A released of an arrow was repeated.
...too much courage always would tantamount to too much selflessness. Since selflessness often leads to a path of hardships just to prove something is justified. And thus, carelessness tends to become all the time, if not, mostly present.
The arrow was released like a fire of a wild gun. Its trigger had been unconfined with hands that were fueled by greed, ignorance of human life.
It sailed the air just like earlier. Piercing the innocent atmosphere with its deadly force. As it could do nothing but let it pass. The present air bearing weightlessness and shallowness same as the coward man's resolve and greed...
The weightlessness seemed to appear more distinct. Yet the aura of courage in prior still stubbornly persisted.
The teenage girl closed her eyes for the first time since encounter. The reason was rightly justifiable. As her actions of courage had never once been degraded since the start... it was all because of humanly instinct.
Yet for a single, a distinct, moment so undistinguishable... eyes of dark violet abruptly shifted. As if remembering something and was tasked of carrying it. Determination fueled the action. Yet traces of specific emotions were purely evident inside those dark-colored orbs.
Only one noticed, with the sudden jerk of a body, it unintentionally revealed it. Two emotions that were unnaturally present in the line of enemy fire.
Atonement and Acceptance.
Yet there was still instinct to be considered.
The instinctual reaction to shy away from death.
Since the picture much less the sensation, of actual death in the hands of greed...bore too much for a girl that barely lived through her adolescence. Despite her common yet unique kind of trait...
Though the girl progressively became different. Was it courage that fueled those eyes? Or maybe something more akin to a once regretted decision?
Questions of curiosity they may be, yet it was all temporarily disregarded. As he knew it was finally his turn to act.
It was an unspoken rule... a rule that all humans instinctively follow.
To avoid death at all costs. Be it human instinct or absolute fear of the realistic conclusion of existences.
Yes, "humans" and "human instinct" it subdues.
A shadow moved swiftly. As his movements distorted the airstream and made the atmosphere appear unusually turbulent.
He, who have already disrupted the natural laws.
With a fragile raise of a hand, that seemed too casual, too easy, the arrow stopped a mere meter away from his palm. As if a certain force opposed its wrongdoings and made its intentions ceased...
The being that surpassed rules of the common men.
Stagnant unadulterated invisible pressure exuded from his palm. Ignoring how two sets of eyes widened in miscomprehension and shock.
A human that was forced to developed from the intervention of the supernatural to the mundane.
With a silent gust from his lips, the arrow crumbled until nothingness devoured the object.
He, who was accused as the one who leads death. Yet actions indicated mere conclusions.
His left eye regained the familiar light blue hue. Continually overlooking how eyes seem to widen and mouths seem to agape.
Fueled by emotions that desired to break a connection, a chemical reaction. The cause being the uncovering of a betrayal so deep, which soon lead to a broken heart. Betrayed by a man that promised, to stay beside her. Until yearning to dissolve a relationship like dust and never let it linger for more than one single second.
{Disintegration}
The ability to dissolve the atomic structure of a solid matter thrown with kinetic energy in a projectile form. Leading to the complete disintegration of a corporeal object. As its roots, its molecules are the first to indulge in the embrace of nothingness.
Within a certain distance it activates, after a temporary pause it grants access. The wielder is free to choose an object that will last, that will crumble.
However, like built-up relationships. Link in the beginning is difficult. Yet when completed, could be something more, a lot more. Thus, naturally came the risk of shattering it quickly by a strike silently at the rear.
It was all too sudden, but the action was done, finished. As calm eyes returned to its original tone...
The sudden influx coupled with the unseen stern gaze reflexively made the courageous girl shudder. But she still held her ground. As her own ability disables her to run away in fright, no matter how his form suddenly exuded intimidation.
And how the atmosphere morphed from weightlessness and courageous to something akin to uncertainty...
Similar uncertainty as the actions of an undefined end.
For the haggard-looking man however...
With a sudden unconscious intake of breathe, the crossbow almost fell towards the hard and cold ground. The man seemed to realize what he was doing and was promptly shaken out. But obvious signs of fright and indecisiveness were still lingering in his contempt being.
It was natural.
Since he was in the presence of a being that desired an end...
One unique existence that was too immeasurable to calculate through mundane perceptions. With a unique ideal that could never be understood by mankind alone.
His left eye, once again, was shaded blue.
Yet it seemingly appeared different.
As it took a darker tone with few lines that replicate a ripple.
The girl saw it all, but her courage still prevailed. She was lucky enough to turn her head the moment the mysterious teen's eyes gained strange symbols it currently adorned. Since it would be fairly sure that even with courage supporting her. Something as unusual as what had happened would certainly make her beliefs appear disarray.
A blink... a simple blink was all the girl performed that made the pressure amidst the heavy unintended atmosphere to exhaust. Reasons vary from relief, bafflement... and an absence.
The form of the haggard-looking man all but vanished in front of her.
The courageous teenage girl blinked once more displaying confusion.
It was preposterous! A very unlikely occurrence, since steps should be heard when the killer should retreat. No matter how quiet it was, the narrow path connected to the spacious alley is particularly long. And even if the sound was overlapped by the peacefulness, it would be easier to listen as it was contrasted.
Then, as if lightning had just struck the girl, realization was presented, yet still her courage held on. Though without it, she would most likely scamper out of the alley as she remembered one plausible reason, despite its far-fetched foundation.
One glowing left eye that exuded mysteriousness and pressure. Practical movement of agility and stealth, it made the atmosphere itself distort. And how a form once somber and that remained quiet until now, elevated to as supreme as the supernatural conveyed only in fantasies...
The teen still held strong with renewed vigor. Though she didn't know if it was because of her ability that allows her to stand... or maybe how her mind registered the mysterious teen's presence was something akin to security. But itself was somehow an impossibility.
With a quick turn, another deed was done. How a simple gesture and movement suggested bravery and courage. The girl herself could only think about.
And how an everyday glance could make her cheeks appear wildly rosy.
The mysterious teen's hood was now absent in the male's head-, no something indescribable she was currently seeing. Indescribable as she can relate it to this unusual phenomenon.
Soft eyes of different colors met her dark violet ones. A thin smile displayed on the teen's face immediately made her gulp. And an almost fine-looking aristocratic face met her truly inferior ones.
"Courage, huh?" the girl appearing meek was shaken out of her daydream as the one in front of him spoke eloquently.
"H-Huh?" a baffled voice appeared from the teenage girl's face. The blush still lingers on her soft cheeks.
The male marched towards the now shy teen. Her ability that made her appeared like a knight, a protector, seemingly absent because of the present of an anomaly.
It was one thing for a situation filled with danger and horror to rust your sword. And it was another thing if someone that can make your heart swoon immediately destroys your shield.
"You okay there?" she was shaken once more when a question was asked.
"I-I'm alright! L-Lan Xueruo is okay!" the girl spouted. And as she realized what she had done. She immediately clamped her mouth as a new bundle of red colored her cheeks.
The male in front of her that stopped walking moments ago showed a confused tilt. Before realization instantly adjusted his peculiarity...
He had once encountered similar people like her. Not in the sense people who exuded courageous deeds. But more so where more not than often, individuals address themselves in third person.
Apart from often viewed television shows and Japanese animations. It made him bemused how people in real life actually use such ways of presentation.
Personally, he somewhat hated that particular method of greeting. The first he heard of it, the voice's owner immediately got froze with sharpened earth.
People like those often appear to belong to the arrogant end of the spectrum. The mindset only solidified when he would encounter people as similar as their own ideals. Ideals that frequently weighs with the more inhumane side of the uncovered world...
But this girl was immensely different compare to all of them... truly different.
"Tell me young girl... why do you remain courageous still?" a question born from his doubts was voiced. His voice carrying hints of knowing and perplexity, example of impossibility just like earlier. As if he already knew the answer and at the same time did not...
The girl instantly ceased her musings from the sudden and unusual inquiry. And despite the resulted confusion, the girl's face shiftily steeled into a determined one...
...and even if a stranger asks, it seemed it was only futile to stop her following words.
"It was in the spring where I was forced to do a task..."
"...to kill that is" Eyes never widened yet there was another new glint that passed those different colored orbs.
Innocent life had always been constantly valued.
There a young child was holding a syringe with deadly poison, as her hand grasped it tightly.
She had a task to be done in exchange for the release of another. By a mere whim, she was forced to do a malicious sin, using instruments of pure and untainted hands.
Reasons vary from desperation, fear and requirement.
Though no fault would bear the young innocent girl since a loved one was unfortunately captured. Yet a sin performed by one is truly different.
Even more so when it was fueled by an obligation to feel the warmth of an absent mother once more.
Eyes turned resolute and a childish gulp was heard.
And it was worse when someone innocent would do such a task with the same innocent belief.
The mere belief of assuming that it would only take a quick pierce in the neck to get someone loved to return.
Shaking out of her thoughts, there in a spacious bed, the target was fast asleep. A target she hardly knew, and would be the next victim of human cruelness in the hands of an innocent child.
Sneaking in a fortified mansion was all hard and difficult. But it still bore fruit in the end. And now the objective was just right in front of her waiting, unaware, vulnerable.
Taking unsteady steps near the bed side, the girl promptly stopped. Before raising her dainty hand above her head, as it viciously descended downwards...
Blood and gooey green substances seeped into the neck of the victim. Along with pointless struggles to resist the poison that was already embedded in the veins. That is until, the target immediately quieted down before hanging limply... lifelessly.
And just like that, a life had been reduced to waste.
It was amazing how eyes of someone continued to widen as a body struggled to survive. And how it became hollow a few moments later as a new corpse laid and realization became prevalent.
Realization that killing wasn't as simple as she thought it was.
Still, the deed had been done. And she would finally see her loving mother once more.
One familiar individual, joined with various unknown individuals. Drew near when the now hollow child was a meter of her own home. Finishing the horrendous task that she was given and was now eating at her psyche...
Smiles of greedy satisfaction were viewed exchanging in front of the empty shell of the once innocent one. Conversing with words such as "compensation", "completed objective" or "time allotment", but the child didn't even care anymore. She was only hoping that she wouldn't do such a horrible thing again. And just be met by a mother's warmth telling her that it was alright.
Fortunately, the bargain was adequately given. And the form of her mother greeted her once more.
The once innocent girl would finally have the words of encouragement. And the warmth that her mother usually delivered just like the time where she had nightmares in horror-filled nights...
But reality remained cruel. Just like how an innocent child was forced to do a sin.
As hollowed eyes were only met by one filled with horror...
It was a reason of how one teenage girl was gifted with the ability called {Courage}.
Though, it wasn't stemmed from the act of courage at all. The origin was entirely wrong to begin with. So how did it come to the point as a venerable power was earned?
Still, the male was also expecting that the cause of such ability would be birthed in result of a heroic act.
Yet it was all merely done for the purpose to save. Since being a hero and saving someone may be similar and identical. But they were still two different words, two different ideals.
And this story alone became the proof of the obvious difference of both.
The male didn't seem to falter. His gaze remained passive. Hearing astute. Lips firmed. Directed to the one who was forced. As if he had seen worse, certain things that pale in comparison to the cruel tale he was given.
And because of that, it was indeed surprising how experienced eyes abruptly widen, no matter how brief it had been. Despite only regarding the girl's story as any other ones he had saw and heard, experienced even.
Well, it was probably because of the added description of lab coats and fancy-ass goggles.
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The haggard-looking man blinked.
Eyes stared at the long narrow alley that was recognizable... familiar even.
Familiar as the man knew that it was the same alley that he sprinted across. The very same path that he took in pursuit of the anomaly...
The action have been done superbly fast. Though the man knew that it was far from a mere action... he could probably relate it to something more horrifying.
It was as if time itself was reversed.
Impossible, the man thought. Yet there was no chance for him to ponder on the topic any longer as a harsh mysterious force immediately found its way onto his rear. Proceeding to viciously launch him forward against the hard and cold cemented wall...
An eye of light blue dimmed.
Developed through emotions that portrayed rejection. Rejection of the future that he was forced to stand on. Shunning all of the ones that he never once regarded as kin, forced him to become a puppet by their strings until a sturdier rope vanquished all of it.
{Repel}
The power to push an invisible and external force intended for the ones who was unwanted. The target is viciously pushed by this simple yet specialized ability.
Only activated when the target is thoroughly subjected to rejection. Force conveniently increases as the wielder's denial of an existence gradually reaches its peak.
Affected are only unwanted ones. And as pure, solid, rejection fluctuates, it differs with each individual. As it may only be limited to one or ones that equals the wielders animosity.
The haggard man grunted in pain. His sturdy body immediately realized how a building's wall could be strongly fortified. Blood patched on his chest, the cause being the harsh grind and brutal throw. Along with tasted iron plastered and flowing on his lips. And some serious medical aid would be most needed as bones also gave an undistinguishable and silent crack.
The cause was obvious as to how the ability managed to induce a near fatal-like injury.
Steps so light can be heard from the once quiet district. It rang like explosions on the paralyzed man, crippled even. Unable to do anything but listen as to how simple stomps made his hair stand on ends.
It was only when tired eyes opened that made his prior guesses entirely correct.
The calm and cool look he was familiar with despite the short time... seemed to be unlike to the similar yet different composed gaze in the current present.
A composed gaze that could realistically kill him... if the desire for blood is released.
Fortunately, it was repressed by a limited human's patience, a limited anticipation to end an existence.
A demand was voiced. The wind seemingly shifted.
It imitated something that was unleashed... after discerning an obvious discovery.
"I have some questions"
But one thing was for certain...
A gulp was heard. But it did nothing to stop what was unleashed. And what was to be unleashed.
The crippled one was in the presence of a harbinger...
An eye glowed and then the other.
...the harbinger of conclusions.
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[1]- A name I shamelessly took from ATG. It is not a random name at all. And since my own OC-names end up lame... is there any other reason?
And finished...
That's it for the attempted rewrite I guess. And as you can see, my own idea of a dark concept is based mostly on "mystery", "blood", "death", "casual-like unnecessary violence" and "innocent hands performing murder" or even "cute girls getting shot to the head mercilessly as bright red blood becomes their bubbly water shower" which may not be... or maybe, repeated in the story. At least the first one is pretty somewhat reasonable.
Looking at it now though... I think the chosen mood and genre of the story is more ideal than the one I made back then right? Mysteries, controversies, death everywhere, innocents getting slaughtered and how I keep describing a man "haggard".
And I'm not a sadist or any kind of mentally-ill psycho, not at all. As you probably noticed I keep constantly talking about gruesome things like their simple jokes without proper context, if that's what's your wondering.
Though this is FanFiction after all... and there are proper guidelines that states that "posted works are only fictions" included when you first make an account right?
Anyways, I thoroughly checked each point and every crevice of the story as a whole. And if there are grammar errors like how I use contracted/compressed words such as "you're and you are", neglect use of quotation marks or even blatant spelling issues. Please tell me and I will correct it!
And also please share your own ideas about how a dark story should be portrayed. If there's more to it than blood spilling everywhere or death-induced incidents. As I don't want to subconsciously and most likely shift it back to the dreaded slice and life one. And maybe I could even improve it in the next chapters.
And I guess that's it... I guess. Oh, and I will mostly make a list of the abilities mentioned in each self-made arcs, their meanings, usage and drawbacks, etc. I know they may not be relevant but I'll still make them for inspiration sake! You will also wonder if I will run out of description for the abilities, which I'm telling you now is quite impossible. There are at least "tens of thousands" of abilities that I still have to base on after all, and they will not obviously run out. And it's also quite obvious that this story will not reach that kind of huge number of chapters at all.
And finally that's the end of this useless rant!
Well, then. Please wait for the next chapter. And as promised I'll make it a li'l more interesting for you guys!