Hmmm how do I say this... Well, hello there! Unaussprechlichen Kulten here! ... Don't push yourself too hard just to spell the name. But you guys could call me that, or you can call me Mister Potato... I love potatos... but otherwise you can call me Jeff. It's not my real name though, but the pronunciationresembles to how 'Jeff' sounds so yup you can call me by the name Jeff
Sooooooooooo yeah, this is my first time writing on fanfic. I've wrote several stories about Alpha and Omega as my school projects so I guess I got the hang of it. Then shall I start the story?
Warning: This story might be unsuitable/improper to minors, cliffhangers, and plot twists. So get your poop together folks!
Hard Rain
Chapter 1: A cup of chocolate
Blue, when kids asks their parents what colour is the sky, they would likely to receive "Blue" as the answer. When kids asks their parents what colour is the sea, "Blue" is the answer they get, again. For some reason, they are misled. The truth is, sky had no colour. It's the atmosphere that gave the colour blue, both to the sky and the sea. Sky had no colour to start with therefore the sky isn't blue, the same for the sea. They said when all the colours are present it projects white. White, white represent the existence all colour, therefore white is not a colour. And black? Black is the opposite of white, therefore black is the absence of all colour, and so black is not a colour. The sky, the sea, they are black, dark, pure void. Like the time when you sleep but had no dreams, all that's there's black. Black, dark, pure void. I wonder if it's the same when we die. The thought sends shivers down to my spine
It's cold
Did I caught a fever? Why is it so cold?
"Achoo!" That wasn't me
"Here" I lent Tera my scarf "Help yourself"
"Gee, thanks"
I loaded the box into the back of my van and closes it with a bang "That's the last one"
"Can we go home now?"
"Yea sure, hop in"
Tera sneezes once more before she gets into the van and close the door. Tera, a spoiled 14-year-old brat little sister of mine, is wearing her winter jacket and nothing else under it, not even her panties. And god knows I have no idea why. Not that I don't mind it, but the Jacket is down to the point right above her knees so yeah I don't really mind it. And also the colour of her marine blue eyes and white hair matches her jacket. Though what keep bothering me is, why such model still exist? Isn't that kind of Jacket is like the one people use when winter in the middle ages? Well it is early winter now, though there is barely snow as far as I can see, but it's a completely different age. Oh and It's a minivan by the way. Anyway, hard rain starts pouring down and on strange occasion I think I could see snow drop, I think a storm is brewing
"So how's it going?"
"How's what going, exactly?" I asked back at her question, eyes occasionally glances to her
"O-oh well... I happened to heard that you to manage yourself to get a new job"
"And so I did"
"That's... great" She replied flat. Was that even a proper tone to congratulate your successful brother? "And I heard the payment is quite pricey" she continued, I think I know where this is going "You'll get a free new car from the company, your living expenses would be covered 2/3 by the company, new house too and all" On a side note, no one should underestimate her sense of intelligence. She could dig up your personal life till the point where she could tell where is your hang out places or what colour the towel you prefer to use in the evening
"Yup. Aren't you're proud of me?" I boasted my successful self
For a moment I thought that she'll ask for a new iPod or iPhone, or a PC.
There's just silence.
White, white snow are falling on the streets, giving off its cold just by the look. White, white represent the presence of every colour. There are times when I doubt myself whether white is a colour or not. Is white a colour? Or is white is not a colour? Whatever the answer is, it can't answer why the light is stuck at red for the last 2 minutes
"Not that I mind it, but..." Sniff sniff. I can feel Tera's grip on my arm "Please, don't go"
"What are you—!?"
I glance down at her. I don't know why, but the little brat's tiny arms are wrapped tightly on my arm like a kid trying to tell her dad not to cut down her favorite tree. Though I don't know why there's such thing like favorite tree, basically all trees are the same. Anyway, she soaked my arm with tears and droll, and she sobs and cries. I don't know how I should feel "You'd come home la-late and... and..."
"H-Hey now—"
"No! I don't want that!"
I am taken back by her sudden burst. With the mix of confused and terrified expression and the urge to save my arm and shoulder, I have no choice but to give in since this could be a real pain if I don't let her. Though terrified, I start to wonder why she is crying
"T-Tera?"
She sobs, she sniffed and paused for a mil second and then cried again. A strange pattern to cry, though people tend to do that in order. The light finally turned green. I start to wonder again, was it just my imagination or she was actually letting out despair when she congratulate me? Was she worried? Ah... I understand. With no more reason to resist, I let her have my shoulder to cry
The job I got was a technical and IT engineering at the local power plant, lucky me I got the place as technical and IT head engineer. So basically I just sit down and manage the report of the power plant condition and play with my office computer, while letting my subordinates do all the techies work. The risk is quite considerable, if I just keep messing around there might be some problem unsolved, and since it's technical there's a chance for a simple mistake could be fatal and trigger the power plant to blow up. And so the conclusion is I lay on my back forever, and there might be times I have to do the tech and IT work myself. And regardless the risks are actually really dangerous
Twenty minutes later we arrived at home. After ten minutes of crying, and people angrily punches their car's Klaxons, Tera was left silence. When we got home she rushes upstairs to her room without a word. She didn't even say "I'm home" when she got in like she used to in any other day. That day I had my own cup of chocolate for the first time in this winter.
With TV on news, I took a sip of the chocolate
"Ah..." It's good, but it didn't taste as good as Tera's made Chocolate. Somehow, when someone made something for you it feels better, feels warmer. That day, somehow my cup of chocolate is cold and bitter
"Damnation!" I just got another chill, the second chill I got today. I can't take this anymore, it's not good for your health. Especially for my spine. I must had have forgot to close the door, or was it because this cold chocolate? Anyway, I forgot to light the fireplace
"Tera, have you seen my lighter?" I shouted while looking for my lighter around the kitchen. Sure it wasn't long till I heard footsteps from the stairs "Found it?"
"I'm going to the park, later"
"What? Tera, wait!"
BANG!
"The door is not a toy!" What's with her? And where is my lighter? I grab my winter coat and open the door "Tera—!?"
She's gone. Just where did she go? Why so sudden? And why so fast? I still haven't found my lighter! This world is cruel!
"At least give me my lighter!"
Tack! I heard something back at the kitchen. When I went back to check it I found my lighter mysteriously appeared on the table. Hocus Pocus! Lady luck seems to favor me. Though something's feels off, I wonder what is it
I went upstairs to check Tera's room. It was a room you would likely to find in an Asylum, but seriously though, I don't find my taste in white. I mean, white floor, white ceiling, white wall, white bed, white everything! I can't help but wonder how did she maintain her sanity while staying in this room. Still, even though it's just her taste, something feels off. If she likes white so much, why is her favorite drink is hot chocolate? White gives off a chilling sensation while she likes hot chocolate at the same time. There's a contradiction in this. I feel there's a mystery to this, but I just can't put my finger on it no matter how hard I try. Every time I asked Tera this, she always brushed it off like she heard nothing. Something is off, I can feel it
"The door!"
I rushed down and closed the door, almost slipping myself along the way because of the amount of snow that has invaded the kitchen floor. I knew it! It's the door! But seriously though, I knew something is off. I still can feel the air freezing my feet though the door is closed. I need a warm fluffy slippers, I'll get it tomorrow
This feeling, this string that's attached to the back of my neck and nagging me unnecessarily doesn't let go and in fact it bothers me more and more. And just when I thought the source was the storm that's coming... I feel like I've been swallowed by one monstrous trouble
With haste I grab my boots and zip into my winter coat. It'll be hard since it's still day, a flashlight won't help and definitely not a lighter. I was right! My spider sense was right told me there's a storm coming, except the fact that I don't have spider sense, but either way it's heavily snowing outside. Be it a storm, flood, or a nuclear fallout radiation, Tera is the only family I have, the only one I have. I have to find her!