In this town, the black, grey and purple are colliding into the sky, as if it's all an endless painting, some kind of a macabre bomb. However, at a certain hour, and in just one particular place, you can see red, orange and yellow, even a pale pink, and sometimes, the sky looks as if it's on fire, but that's a rare case.
But you have to know when and where, 'cause if you missed the time or place, the next second when you'll look, it'll be so, just few know about it, the folks in this town are already used to these colors, alone: black, grey and purple.
After all, even the rays of the sun can't change these three colors; the weak sun under the rain clouds can't fight the undying shadow, the filth and the sin that eclipses the whole town.
The streets are way too narrow, filled with beggars or thieves, and in some way, with both. Not to mention, the murderers.
The first time when you'll look at a beggar, or just at a human, they'll seem to be harmless, asking quite nicely for a penny or greeting you, the second look it's really impossible, 'cause you'll be falling to the ground into a pool made of your own blood, you'll die while looking ahead, at nothing.
The streets, everybody's hands, and minds are stained with blood, petals of a red rose.
The blocks are high, grey and old. The nature is quite of a rare thing too, even if the whole town is on water, that is just another reason for having no foreign folks in it, few ever heard of this town, almost nobody knows of it, and those who known and came, have never returned home.
The name of this town?
To be sincere, since I came here, I've tried to find out this answer, but no one knows or cares about the previous name of this town before it became the way it is now.
And now, they call it:
Underwater
Chapter 1: Welcome
"Hey! Blondie!"
First day, first hours and first troubles. Since I arrived into this town, I saw nothing but the sky which looks heavy, frustrated with its grey clouds, the sky that's almost covered by other grey entities known as blocks.
I'm not one to complain, but I supposed that here it's also summer, like in my hometown. But it looks and feels like it's the end of the autumn.
I've put my luggage on the dark grey pavement, right next to my right leg, and I've started a fight with the zipper of my jacket, which stubbornly refuses to go up.
"I already want to go back..."
I mumbled to myself, while I've completely lost the battle with the zipper.
"What are you saying there, Blondie?"
A head on my shoulder and the same creepy voice that has called me Blondie, since I got off of the taxi. And if that wasn't enough, there's more, like his hand on my butt.
"Ehh...!" The only sound that I've made when I jumped three steps away from the stranger.
I ignored him for this entire time, hoping that he's calling someone else, but it looks like I left the sun along with my luck, way back into my hometown, since he's now right in front of me and talking to me.
"You're some weird hottie, y'know?"
I can almost see the expression on my own face, in this very moment, which is with an eyebrow up, my lips just a little bit parted, and my eyes wide open.
"What's wrong babe?" He asked me, and I just couldn't believe my ears, and neither my eyes.
This hippie guy, with the way too colored clothes and cigar between his lips, and that's obviously drugged, and anybody could've realized that by just having a glance at his bloodshot eyes, this guy, he flirts with me.
„Dude, the drugs have got to your brain and have burnt it, you're out of gray cells my friend, so I'm just gonna take my luggage and just so you know, my name's Naruto, what's your ..."
I said while miming my words, in a friendly way, and I could have been streets away by now, if my luggage wasn't beside his legs, at his right side, where I've been with some minutes ago.
My steps are slow and careful, precise and with my hand, a millimeter closer and closer to the handle of the luggage, moving my hand and talking, so that he won't realize that I'm bending it towards the handle...
"Not so fast, B-l-o-n-d-i-e."
He said it slowly, and I couldn't believe that I was so close, and now, I'm still with my hand stretched towards nothing but air, the luggage is now in his right hand.
And just when I was about to get up from my position, I felt pain going straight through my back to my chest and a bigger pain at the back of my neck.
It felt like hundreds of needles were stabbed into those certain places of my body, spreading excruciating pain and then spreading nothing, 'cause everything turned to one single color: black.
AN: Hey, this is my first story, so I'm kind of new to all this, I'd love to hear your opinion, I will be very grateful to read it, and I'll answer to any question, if you'd like me to continue, I'd also like to know that, so again, have a good day, and thank you.