NOTE: The guy in the prologue? Not telling you who he is but there's a good chance that he's not Roxas.
Contracting Boundaries Chapter One: The Faller"I didn't do it! I swear I didn't!" The balding fat man started sweating profusely before the figure.
"Shut up."
"Please! You gotta believe me! I had nothing to do with it!" He started to back away.
"…Shut. Up."
"I mean he was just there! And I was – "
SLICE. His words were cut off as his lips fell to the floor.
"Shut."
SLICE. His hands were now bloody stumps.
"The."
SLICE. There was now a hole in the middle of his face where his nose used to be.
"Fuck."
SLICE. Next came off the ears with bit of brain and blood gushing out.
"Up."
The figure strode forward and dug it's fingers into the mans eyes sockets, gouging out his eyes.
"Get it memorized." The individual disappeared into the shadows leaving the quickly cooling, still twitching body behind.
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I know I'm not supposed to be up here and it's the first day of school so I shouldn't really have stolen the keys to the roof but…
It's because it's the first day that I took them. The teachers are always willing to let you off because it's the first day.
…Maybe not in my case though… I can just imagine it… The gym teacher storming up here with red cheeks and smoking nostrils yelling his ass off.
Chht… speak of the devil here he is.
"ROXAS HIKARI!!!" I allow him a sharp intake of breath before I cut in yawning.
"Let me guess… This is the last straw. I don't care if you were sent to that special institute or if you have problems or if I get fired. You have gone too far this time. Right?" I yawn again… I have him so figured out.
"THIS IS THE LAST – " He stops ranting to blinks at me, stunned. Idiot. "What the hell. If you're not off this roof in five minutes I'm coming up with the principle."
I wave goodbye to him as he storms off. Hey I may be a delinquent but I still know my manners.
My name's Roxas Hikari, which I think you should've figured out already genius. I'm five foot three, fifteen and blonde.
No I don't mean it as in 'stupid' blonde you tards…
I live on 33 NoneOfYourBuisness Boulevard and my number is 1800-Fuc-Koff.
You get the idea. I'm not that fond of stalkers.
And yes I am a cheeky little bastard.
And lucky for you I just happen to be a mental cheeky little bastard.
Okay let's explain. I used to be a normal kid with a normal life until one day I found something called a knife. And then I started stabbing myse-
Okay maybe that isn't true… Let's start over shall we?
I used to be a normal kid with a normal life until one day I found something called a knife and then I became a serial kil-
Fine. I lied about that part too.
I used to be a normal kid with a normal life until one day I was dared to jump off the thirtieth floor of some random apartment building. I jump, I survive, I get sent to a mental institute, I am declared as 'depressed' and 'suicidal', I get sent back to a normal school in hopes of becoming 'normal' again.
… It was just a stupid dare people. And it was just the thirtieth floor – nothing big. I can do forty, wanna see?
My last psychologist had a fit when I told her this. I think she's my… twenty-eighth? Who knows.
Oh look. A cloud in the shape of a blob. Oh look! Another one! Oh joy! This is so wonderful!
As you can see I lack in imagination.
I wonder what would happen if I jumped from here. It's just four floors.
Peering down I stare down at all the puny people below. I'm tempted to throw my shoe at them but I need my shoe. Oh look a textbook! That'll do.
I stretch upward as I stare down once more. Whoo… If I don't try to survive I'll become human splatter soon.
A chill goes through my spine. That's when the wave of nausea knifes through my stomach and I start falling.
…But the problem is I'm not ready – Someone's pushed me.
So right now I got the choice. Angle my head so I can see who and end up as part of the sidewalk or try to land without fatal injuries even though I still have the chance of chewing the gum I stepped on last year.
Screw it. I'm gonna die anyways. Shifting my weight slightly now and then I turn on to my back and see…
No… no… NO! I JUST WASTED MY ONLY CHANCE TO SEE A BLANK SPACE OF AIR!
I am such an idiot. Of course they'd run away. Glaring at the rapidly disappearing roof I brace myself for impact.
XxXxX
Opening my blue eyes I stare up at the cloudless grey sky amazed that I haven't heard the ugly sound of 'SPLAT' yet…
"I'm… alive?" Raising my hand in front of my face, making sure it isn't like squashed or deformed or anything of the sort, I whack it on the ground to see if I'm solid or not.
Not that I'm into that sort of supernatural shit or anything I'm just… making sure you know what I mean?
Pushing myself up, I stand and look around at my surroundings.
If you can call them surroundings that is… If this were a room I'd say it's been plastered head to toe with grey blurry wallpaper.
Except it's not a room. It's… never ending…
There has to be a door around here somewhere.
Okay the more I look at it the more the wallpaper starts to look really, really bad.
Where the hell am I?
… On second thought don't answer that.
Maybe I'm hallucinating and I'm actually on drugs.
Well wherever I am it sure is emo/goth paradise.
Welcome to Emo Condominiums! Quiet. Dark. Gloomy. Expansive. And really, really cheap! To reach us just jump off the nearest four story building why don't you?
…I have way too much time on my hands.
If I had to be hallucinating why couldn't I be hallucinating a place where it was nice, bright and full of teachers I could bug?
"I dunno… MAYBE CUZ' YOU'RE DEAD KIDDO!" I jump, startled at the sudden sound that just screamed beside my ear. I turn to see who it is and –
"AHHH! EVIL CLOWN, EVIL CLOWN!"
Don't. Ask. Whatever you do just… don't ask.
Okay to tell the truth I only yelled that out because I was pissed and I seriously wanted revenge. And whenever I see red hair I instantly connect it with 'clown'. Simple really. Red hair Clown.
Actually it's guy (Yeah it's a guy! Wow!) with red hair, green eyes, anorexic looking, eye tattoo marking things (Maybe birthmarks who knows?), And what once was a smug looking smirk. Now he just looks pissed.
You know if he went to my school he'd probably have a fan club by the end of the week. Day maybe.
"Look, it's not like I want to be here and it's not like I want to be called a clown so go die peacefully or something." He waves me off.
"…Just how do you die peacefully?" I just give him a look that reads 'WTF???' and get the sudden urge to punch him in the jaw.
I know, I know… Roxas stop being so damn violent/ rude/ mean. Ah well.
"I don't know! Sink into the ground or something! You're a ghost! Go rest in peace!"
"What the fuck?"
"R-E-S-T I-N P-E-A-C-E m'friend. Rest in peace." He spells it out to me like I'm some sort of dumb ass.
"…You must be blind. I'm not a ghost. Not see through like plastic wrap. Sorry."
"Pfft. You have to be a ghost I mean ghosts can walk through walls like that one over there."
Where the hell did that wall just come from? "I can't."
"Bet you never tried." He's challenging me like this is something of great importance.
I summon my 'bubble' and just to check if I'm actually a ghost or not I walk into the wall.
I smash into it and fall backwards. Ow my nose.
"You did that on purpose didn't you?" I glare at him.
He just stares at me and then –
He starts laughing.
"…YOU JUST KILLED MY NOSE YOU BASTARD AND ALL YOU CAN DO IS LAUGH?"
He laughs even harder.
This is going to take forever… I just know it…
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Oh poor Roxas! Don't worry – THE PLOT THICKENS! HA HAH! Lol! Sorry I'm just like that. I'm just that sort of person. The kind of person who has to start something new but then end up not finishing it. Urgh. Argh… Maybe I should get rid of this habit of mine… -Shadoom