AN: I here present to you my new story. I will be straight: it may not be so interesting since I'm just doing this because I wondered how a story with this plot would work. Anyways, I hope this first chapter does not bore you. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don't own Cardfight Vanguard.
Burnt Memory
Prologue: Faded
"We love you. More than anything."
Screams.
Horrible deafening screams that made hearts lurch rang out. Nothing could be heard while those words continued to replay themselves.
"We love you. More than anything."
All the sounds that should have made ears burst were merely in the background. Faint cracklings, panicked and agonized screams, and loud shouts. Droplets of rain wept, mourning the loss of lives.
Nothing really mattered. Nothing held purpose. Everything was just there. Mainly because it just happened. What was the meaning of love? The meaning of family? Why did trees live, why not die? Why was the sky blue, why not green?
Faintly, these questions were asked mentally without even recognition. Although nothing was processed, nor understood, the sight before him was all painted in eternal black, and some part to the right seemed to have weight towering over it.
"...! Hey, snap out of it!"
The first word was not heard, and the yell was not even registered as blank, dulled eyes stared up at nothing. The one solitary place that had heard asked, why did people scream, why not whisper?
"..., please! Wake up!"
Why did people cry out in the open, why not alone?
"Sir, please step aside! We need to get him to the hospital!"
Why did people panic, why not stay calm?
"I WON'T!"
Why? Why was the sky black? Why did it smell of death, why not life?
"P-please l-listen to him, M-Miw..."
Absolutely everything was blocked out. Sight, hearing, smell, taste, and touch. It was neither denied nor welcomed, merely allowed. Nothing seemed good, and nothing seemed bad. No such thought crossed his mind. He let himself fall. There was only one thing that was last heard before dropping into a deep abyss.
"We love you. More than anything."
Loud, painful screams fell on deaf ears. If only it had been heard, fate may have been different.
Could something be both peaceful and scary? That was how he felt as he floated in the darkness. It was void of anything, yet there was some warmth to it. Nothing could be heard. Nothing could be seen.
It was so perfect. To float but never fall. There was no light, but the life still lived. The silence and empty space was comforting. It eased away all pain and worries.
What? What was there to worry about? Nothing was wrong. No trouble could be remembered... Nothing could be remembered. Everything was empty, much like this wondrous world.
Isn't that something to be frightened about? How odd no emotion needed to be hampered, for no emotion was felt. Then, was this all a dream? A world as perfect as this did not exist. But if this was a dream, then it was wished to be eternal.
Unfortunately, a white light started to illuminate everything and shone brightly. Murky green circles peeked through once tightly closed veils that were sullied as everything changed.
The world swam in a seemingly never-ending journey. It swirled in a blinding white, turning vigorously. It sang an ambiguous tune of many melodies, loud and piercing, panicked and deafening. It sent out nauseous waves that would make your stomach churn, and your throat contract, leaving no room for your gasping body.
It came as a shock when small, comforting dots began to darken on the brightness and intensity of it all. The spots soon marked the whole world, cleansing all filth and wiping away all worries.
A pure simple black painted everything. The feeling was blissful and soothing after that experience. This world sang a wonderful tune: silence. Smooth and cool the darkness stretched, most welcomed.
The time here was wonderful and on-going. Every moment or so, a small pain and lack of air would surmount all of its beauty for a terse moment. An erratic confusion would occur momentarily in that small amount of time. It brought interest as to what was that, but it was never pressed. The interest was mild and very well gone in an instant.
But then, those moments grew more consistent, and oxygen was hard to come by. At the faintest part of the mind, it was wondering. The once serenity of the perennial realm lost its beauty and began to fade. As much as it was loved, no panic or action was done to prevent it.
It was then a sound could be heard. Strange, it had always been there but never registered. As the volume grew louder, the perfect world began to deteriorate.
Soon, it was no more. Curtains that prevented anything from view were difficulty pushed away, an arduous task. That same horrible world had returned with vengeance. And yet, it was not as bad as it had seemed. It spun, but not to the point where it could not be seen. The pain had become more alive, burning with hunger at everything. A loud drum seemed to be pounded with every breath, providing the need to vomit whatever was left in the hollow form. An awful taste lurked in the air, making breathing a horrid task.
It was hardly considered as the world cleared.
"...H-he's awake!"
AN: First time doing a prologue. Tell me if it needed anything, and I'll add it. I normally write stories for the readers to enjoy them, and for me to experience it. This time I am just doing it because I wonder what people will think.
Review if you want to tell me what you think.