Light in the Darkness
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You know something gentlemen... there is one thing I have just learned in this new life I have been leading for about 8 months now, in this new universe which, by some kind of veteran fan logic, thought it was a very good idea, to start my new life in this place.
And is that life... life, is complicated, complex, difficult and unfair... that's what I've managed to learn in these 8 months that I've been in the dark streets of Gotham, since being born in this place, is a guaranteed pass to have a shitty and difficult life from the first days of your whole life.
And so it was, when I woke up in the middle of an alley surrounded by the dead bodies of several thugs, which were full of bullet holes and large blood stains underneath their bodies.
And yes... I was reborn into this world in the body of a young man of about 19 years of age who had died from a bullet to the heart, this guy's name was Blake William, born in Gotham, a young orphan who had to survive the cold, violent and dark streets of Gotham with nothing but a determination to keep living, and a desire to get out of this shitty city so he could see what was out there beyond this shit hole that many call Gotham.
Taking this guy's life was no easy task, having the memories of a lifetime of pain, suffering and constant struggle to survive in these cruel streets was overwhelming... the best way I could describe them is as if someone had put someone else's memory on me.
It was disorienting at first, but with that I knew several things about who I am right now, Blake William, he was a boy born to a loving father and mother, the 6 years of his life were moments of pure joy and blissful ignorance with his family, it wasn't until he was 7 that tragedy would strike him when he learned that his mother and father were killed in gang crossfire.
His life darkened from that moment on, being taken to an orphanage where he spent the next 5 years of his life, suffering from constant abuse from the caretakers of the place, it was not until he was 13 years old that he escaped from the place and began to survive on the streets as a beggar.
Surviving on what little alms he could get from the unfortunate rich people in the theaters of the city, he ate once or twice a day, and that was if he could get anything to eat.
He was recruited at 15 by the Falcone family, as a young thug in the most powerful crime family in all of Gotham, serving all the orders given by the family without question, mainly because they were the ones who fed him.
And so it went on until his 19th birthday, that the Falcone Family would lose their once invincible power to Batman, and the many other criminal groups who saw this as an opportunity to remove them from power, in which he would be caught in one of many such fights.
And where his life would end abruptly, by a bullet that hit him in the heart.
When I felt all that information coming into my head... I felt overwhelmed, confused, disoriented... of course I had decided to have a life in this world... but I think I should have specified the way I wanted to get to this world.
Anyway... the point that after waking up in that place of death, I walked out of the place, looking pale at the dead bodies lying on the ground, and once I got out of that shithole, I did the only reasonable thing I thought I could do at the time.
Heading for home, which consisted of a rundown apartment near the city center... I spent 2 weeks in that place, trying to assimilate a whole life that passed before my eyes in just an instant, I completely isolated myself from everyone.
It was in the 3rd week of my new life in this world, that I finally decided to leave my apartment... and start organizing my life, the main thing of all, was to get a job... in all my life in that apartment, I barely had enough to survive for two weeks.
So I went out, looking for a place where I could get a decent job, where I could at least get paid a week for my services... I was careful to stay away from places where I was recognized by people.
It didn't take long to find a job, one as a security guard in a line of warehouses... the pay sucks compared to what this kid used to get paid... 200 dollars a week.
An exhausting job... and a boring one, the only thing I have to do, is to watch that no one enters the place without authorization, for at least 8 hours.
And since that moment, I've been going through a fast routine, get out of bed, have breakfast, go to work, watch the stores, eat, get out of work, start jogging the streets, get home, have dinner and go to sleep...
I've been doing this since I've come into this world, maintaining this daily routine of life that I've adopted since I arrived... and so far things have been going well for the moment.
There has been no one who has wanted to enter this place by force, surely the rest of the criminal powers are cementing their power throughout the city, focusing more on local businesses than the exports that are on the docks.
But I have no illusions that they won't come here, someday, someone from the new criminal groups will come to this place and claim it... as far as I'm concerned, they can keep the shit that is this place.
I just want to have for the moment... a peaceful and stable life, to have a good house, a good car, to have a family... and to fulfill the dream of that boy who died in that alley full of his companions.
So for the time being... I will relax in this place, if someone wants to come then come... I will not deny them entrance, unless they come looking for a fight...
And if so... then they will know the meaning of pain.
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Another night, another day at work, another not so relaxing night, at the moment there is no one near the place or hanging around the area, so I yawned tiredly, it's boring to sit here all the time and do nothing but watch that no one enters the place.
So I decided to get out of this booth at the entrance of this line of warehouses, which is near the port, and I started to walk through the dark floor of these large warehouses, which have inside large containers with different types of cargo inside, some of them are exports and imports of several multi-million dollar companies, such as Wayne Industries, Lexcorp, StarLabs and among many others that I do not know perfectly.
But among those containers, there are those that were brought illegally into this warehouse, I know them because they are those that do not appear in the registry, and in addition to Blake's memories that I have, they helped me identify which are the places where they are used by gangs and criminal mafias in the city.
Those places are the ones I avoid for a lot of reason, because inside are the things important to them, and as long as you don't do anything against them, don't call attention to them, they won't do anything to me... so I avoid hanging around those stores very often.
Today I'll just take a look at the place, look around a bit to see that everything is still in order... and then I'll go back to my cabin.
So with slow and cautious steps I approach the place, illuminating my way with the help of a flashlight, the full moon was rising over my head, giving a little light in this dark weather.
It doesn't take long to get to those warehouses... from the outside they look intact, there is nothing strange about them, so I have to get closer to see that nothing has happened inside those warehouses.
So I start with the Black Mask warehouse, everything seems in order here inside, nothing out of the ordinary, I continue with the two-sided one, and nothing... there is nothing out of the ordinary in these places.
And just as I was about to check the Penguin's... that's when I noticed something that shouldn't happen... the door to the storage room of this place is open.
Something that should not happen, these places are supposed to be opened with the keys I have in my cabin, only I am able to open the huge doors of this place... nobody else could open them... unless...
With silent and quick steps I run towards the entrance of the warehouse, sticking to the wall of this place... and slowly peeking my head out... looking at whatever is inside this warehouse...
What I found was not what I expected, it wasn't your typical group of mobsters and gangsters looting someone else's property, it wasn't your typical mysterious group of figures covered in super suits, armor or all that advanced technology crap.
No... what I found... was more shocking, and bloodier.
In the center of the warehouse, the sound of something cutting something liquid and fleshy reached my ears, the enclosed area creates echoes in the place, to my misfortune this caused the sound to amplify in the process... allowing me to listen much more carefully to the sounds inside this place.
The light provided by my flashlight manages to illuminate something made of metal, an object that is cutting and tearing apart the flesh that I was hearing being forcefully cut.
I illuminated the place where this bloody act was taking place and there I saw it... the corpses of 4 people adorned the cobblestone floor, a large stain of crimson blood was expanding on the ground, moving as if it had will itself, expanding to where it wanted to go.
And in the middle of them... I saw him, a guy with a thin constitution, his arms and legs were thin, fragile looking, but with developed muscles in them, dressed in a white t-shirt and sand colored shorts... But that was not the most important thing I could notice about the guy.
The most important thing I could see of this guy, is that blood-stained axe in his hand, which he is using to cut, limb by limb the lifeless bodies on the ground.
One thing I always forget about this city... is that this place, is the perfect setting for psychopaths, serial killers and monsters, the perfect setting for the worst of humanity to come out, revealing the true savagery that lies within each and every one of us.
The guy who saw the light from my flashlight turned around... the look of madness, savagery and sick joy was what I could see on this guy's face, the kind of face that would make you question the sanity of any guy.
But that face... it's a face I knew before, in my life before I took Blake's memories.
An old enemy of the Batman comics, a psychopathic serial killer who has a fascination for human hearts, a cannibal who has the power to adopt any face he wants.
Now I remember him... he is Cornelius Stirk, a cannibal who thinks that by feeding on the hearts of those he kills, will get something that i have already forgotten... a full-fledged lunatic, a wild dog who deserves to be slaughtered... one more monster in this city.
A person who should have been executed once he was behind bars, people like him are what make the streets of Gotham a nightmare for anyone walking the streets at night.
And he... he was looking at me with fucking glee... his fucking misshapen teeth contrasted how sick the guy was.
"Well! Well! We've got a little lamb here roaming the wolf's territory! More food for me!" and with that same smile he started walking towards me, stepping in the blood that was on the cold concrete floor and leaving the carcasses... for the satisfaction of killing me.
... My reaction to this, was to look around, checking that there is no one in the place, specifically any member of the Batman Family, wishing that one of them would not show up ... for what I am about to do.
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... Well... it looks like it's me and him then.
Which gives me the opportunity to do whatever I want with this guy.
I enter the warehouse, quickly grab the huge lock doors and close them, locking myself and the subject in this place... the only source of light in the place is provided by my flashlight, a kind of wall that protects me from the threat that is about to come.
Cornelius saw what I was doing and let out an amused laugh, glad that I was locked in this place next to him "Whoa! What's up kid! You want to die fast! Well you got the wrong guy fool! I'll enjoy cutting you slowly! Piece by piece!" and with that said, he quickens his pace, eager to spill my blood and to eat my heart.
In this kind of situation I would be fucking terrified, my body would start shaking, I would be in a cold sweat, my hands would be wet and I would most likely pee my pants from the fear I was feeling.
But this is not the case... this is not the case because I know that there are guys much worse than him... and I honestly wasn't afraid of him.
In fact, the situation should be the other way around... he should be afraid of me... not me, so... I should be afraid of him.
Why don't we make him feel some real terror.
Letting out a snort at the amusement I'm feeling... I say to the guy with a smile "No my friend, you see tonight is a bit of a special night, so why don't we make this quick? And I'll kill you right where you stand."
... And with that said... I turn off the flashlight, and let the darkness come in.
-PLAY MUSIC-
-WHAT WENT WE, MARK KORVEN-.
And not only was I entering this place, I let the darkness engulf us completely, plunging us into a darkness so intense, so deep and consuming everything in its path.
Cornelius seeing that we were now in complete darkness, quickened his pace, seeing this as his opportunity to attack and kill me, Cornelius with axe in hand and on top of his head could only laugh maniacally, excited to spill more blood in this place.
And he jumped, his joy was such that I could easily mistake it for animal rage, but when his axe was about to hit right where I was standing...
The only thing he encountered on his way... was nothing.
Cornelius stopped dead in his tracks, looking around still wearing that grin and yells "OH! So you're hiding in the dark! NO! come out so I can kill you!"
But no one answered him... the only thing in the place was a sepulchral silence, the only sound that could be heard was the one coming from Cornelius himself, who was looking around with joyful ignorance, trying to catch any change in the light that would help him to locate me.
Instead, all he could see was the same suffocating, imprisoning darkness that enveloped him, one that seemed to be alive, as if it had a mind of its own, and was enveloping him inside.
Cornelius stood alert, holding his axe for when that little sheep appeared, so he could kill it.
Suddenly, out of the massive darkness that was surrounding him... he heard something, a one-of-a-kind sound that anyone, sane or insane would instantly identify, a sound that seemed to be slowly approaching his position.
And that sound, it was the sound of water, water which is falling on the ground, leaving stains that Cornelius is unable to identify and unable to tell where the sound came from.
It seemed as if it resonated everywhere at the same time, as if this darkness manifested this sound in every possible direction. I look everywhere, trying to locate the source of the sound.
But with this infinite and abysmal darkness marring his sight he is able to accomplish such a task, generating a restlessness in Cornelius that he has not felt for a long time.
An uneasiness that little by little was growing, for every second that the sound of water falling on the floor continued, something that should not be able to happen. This place doesn't have water pipes, how is it possible that a sound like that can suddenly be heard everywhere.
Suddenly, something wet touched his shoe, Cornelius, disconcerted by this, turned his gaze to the ground, what he saw caused much more disquiet in the heart of the mad cannibal.
A large stain of a black liquid covered the floor and his shoe, a liquid that is as dark as the shadows around him, a liquid fragment of this oppressive darkness.
Cornelius now on alert began to look around, increasingly uneasy about what is happening right now, the feeling of his stomach shrinking was unavoidable.
Then came a croaking... a sound of a frog, but it wasn't just one frog, it was many, dozens of frogs that started croaking all around him. Something impossible.
There are not supposed to be frogs in this place, there never were and there should never have been any near this place.
Cornelius walked away from where he was, walking back to where he was before... and as he did so, he saw something in his path that made him even more uneasy. Spots of the same substance that fell on his foot could be seen on the path.
Large dark spots which went in a straight line... against him... a spectral chill ran down his spine, causing him to start shivering uncontrollably from it.
The cold sweat was not long in coming either, running down his right jaw to his chin. His hands were now clammy, gripping the axe handle tighter than normal, his hands trembling from the force he used to grip his weapon.
And from the depths of the twisted being that is Cornelius, from the depths of his entire existence, something began to emerge. A feeling that he knows perfectly well, because he is responsible for generating that feeling in dozens of people.
Something he hadn't felt since the first time he saw the bat... and that feeling... is fear.
Fear of whatever is going on, fear of what he can't understand, can't understand any of this, fear of whatever is lurking in the dark.
Cornelius could only stare wildly with his eyes everywhere, the fear he felt inside him was increasing, every beat in his heart increasing with every passing second.
Being almost on the verge of despair Cornelius can do nothing but roar "Show yourself! Where are you!"
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-February 21, 2024 22:12:03 PM
-The Darkness Devil Hybrid appears in a line of warehouses, for 5 minutes, where it is reported that the serial killer known as Cornelius Stirk was murdered.
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"... Do you want to see me that much? ... well... just don't regret what's going to happen to you my pretty lamb."
-RIBBIT-
Cornelius did not know what had happened, he does not know what happened in the next 2 minutes, his altered, disturbed and psychotic mind was not able to know what was going on.
But for someone who had an outside view of what happened... I would tell the mad cannibal that the first thing that happened was the sound of a croaking frog came... and then both his arms were cut off his body.
... And then I show up.
...But not as a human.
-PLAY MUSIC-
-MICHELLE, CLOVERFIELD LANE
My head, once that of a young Caucasian from the middle east, was completely gone, in its place, what was there was a skull with the lower part of its jaw missing, on top of it, was a head that was similar to that of a pterodactyl, with long curved horns of gleaming white bone.
The skin that was once alive and full of color, now turned pale white, a color very reminiscent of lifeless corpses, black veins stretched from my limbs, in them flowing an eternal darkness that I am able to control.
Cornelius... when he finally came to the realization of what was happening, when he could see his arms holding lifelessly the axe he was using before... he could only do one thing, a simple thing, the only thing he could do in a situation like this...
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... Scream in pain.
"GAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH!"
His body hunched over, the agonizing pain must be completely unbearable at this point, the thought of cutting him off instantly and ending it certainly went through my head...
... But...
Part of me wanted to make him suffer, a punishment for each of his crimes and for those he killed and brutalized, just to satisfy his cannibalistic tendencies.
And that is what I will do.
I walked slowly towards the guy, with my right hand inside my right pants pocket and the other free, the still hunched body of the cannibal psychopath still writhing on the floor. Roaring in pain which must be a complete bitch.
Once I got in front of Cornelius, I crouched down, bending my knees, I looked at his sorry state, it was more disgusting than pitiful... I'm going to enjoy every damn second of it.
"Hey... we're not done yet buddy" my voice, it was similar to a whisper in the wind, a voice that you would barely be able to hear, but at the same time it was like a grouping of people talking at the same time, a voice that would make even the bravest of the brave tremble.
Cornelius' body suddenly stopped, like a statue frozen in a pained expression, my pale hand grabbed him by the chin, turning him to face me.
And the effects were not long in coming, he instantly began to convulse, his eye sockets began to bleed from the edges, crimson lines of that precious liquid fell from his sockets, his nose began to bleed, as did his mouth.
His brain... unable to process my face, began to fail, convulsing and bleeding. Causing a large stroke that his head was unable to contain... if he manages to survive this, then he will only survive as a mental retard.
I stared at it for 1 full minute, letting the damage be so severe and extensive, that there was no way to fix the damage.
And after that minute was over, I looked away, leaving Cornelius to writhe under his own hell of pain and incomprehension, his body that was flailing in pain now began to moan, to babble incoherently, his brain which was completely ruined was now his undoing.
My gaze did not deviate from the pitiful state of this guy... you could say that this was karma, a revenge of all those he killed, it was only a matter of time before something like this happened.
Someone else would have done it, Batman could have stopped him and sent him to Arkham, something that has been proven to be useless with guys like him... no... he couldn't let that happen.
I could not allow scum like this, a monster like this to once again take to the streets, I would not let him ruin more people's lives, just because of some sort of moral code.
I respect Batman completely, he is a hero among heroes, he is the one who looks into the eyes of darkness and never looks away, a man who dares to look into the deepest darkness of people, and find in them... a light... a light of hope, of a possible change.
He might be the greatest hero of all, in fact, he's one of the greatest... and even if he's not willing to kill, I'll still respect him. Because if Batman started killing, he'd be telling everybody, he gave up.
That he lost hope, that any possibility of change that there might have been went up in smoke, driving people to despair. He is a symbol for the people, a symbol of hope for those of us who are trapped in darkness.
The light, which not only Gotham City needs... it's a light that everyone needs.
But in that light...
... In all that hope that people can see ... there always has to be that darkness.
...That dark abyss that we all refuse to see, to prevent the monsters from extinguishing that light that we all love and cherish.
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My bored gaze, which cannot be seen through my transformed head, tires to see how Cornelius Stirk kept babbling incoherently, like a rabid dog out of control.
I will finish the work I have just done. I take a few steps back, keeping a distance of two feet from Cornelius, seeing how he continued to act in such a savage and animalistic manner.
"Cornelius Stirk... consider this last act of mine... as an act of mercy, for it is the only one you will see of what remains of your miserable life" and with those words spoken... the final sentence is passed.
My hands clasped together in a prayer, something everyone uses to pray to buddha or god, a symbol of submission from my point of view, as you surrender from life and pray to someone much bigger than you... to save you.
To keep the monsters away from you, and protect you from the darkness that threatens to devour you.
... But in this case...
... I use it... to destroy Cornelius... Bit. By. Bit.
"!AAAGGHHHHHH¡ ¡HHHHHAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
His limbs buckled, an invisible force that I alone can control was breaking each of his bones at an impossible angle, his legs seemed, were beyond repair or possible salvation.
Not even Kryptonian technology would be able to recover from the extreme damage I did to this poor animal.
Let his body become deformed, beyond recognition, any attempt by people to try to identify him, he would be able to achieve it, just by the identification of his teeth.
My hands parted, stopping my attack on this animal that now, is nothing more than a huge chunk of deformed and bleeding flesh, exposed fractures covered its entire dead body... turning it into nothing more than a hill of blood and bones.
His deformed body was now in the middle of the bodies of the other people he had killed.
My work here is done.
I return to the place where I was standing before, looking at the floor, seeing the lantern I had dropped to transform into my demonic form... to transform into the Darkness Man...
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... Yeah I know... that name sucks, but it's the only name I can think of right now, I have to come up with a better name than just Darkness Man.
I grab the flashlight... and when I press the button, my demonic transformation disappears, turning me back into a human, I exhale a little air, I turn to look at Cornelius' corpse...
And just the thought of his corpse rotting in this place was enough for me to report to the boss to end my shift.
I took the radio out of my hand, turned it on and called "Hey boss, I'm going to retire from my watch".
"Copy that Blake, take care of yourself on the way home then son, and hey, before you leave ¿did you check the storage rooms for anything?" as my boss spoke I opened the doors to the storage room.
"Yes boss, everything in this place is in order, there is nothing out of the ordinary at the moment" I reply, I turn around and close the warehouse doors, padlocking it so that no one manages to get in without having to open this place by force.
"Well, you can go then Blake, I'll send the new guy to keep an eye on the place...see you tomorrow son."
"Thanks boss, see you tomorrow" the moment I said that, I started walking towards the cabin to get my stuff.
But as I drove to the site, I couldn't help but feel annoyed by everything that just happened.
This was supposed to be a normal day at work.
I am sure that tomorrow they will discover the corpses, and that they will point to me as the main suspect of all of them.
I will have to move away from this place then, go somewhere else and get a new job if I want to continue living a normal life...
... I will not return to the site tomorrow I wanted to do it later... but it looks like it will be sooner than I thought.
And as I walked away, I couldn't help but mutter with venom to this city of darkness and shadows, which I call... home.
"... Fuck you Gotham City"
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I open the apartment door, and once inside I lock it, I turn to see the state of my apartment, which is the typical dark apartment one might see in Gotham City, with its dark concrete walls, black wooden floor, latticed windows, all those normal things of this dark city.
Exhaling from exhaustion, I walk to the couch, and without bothering to take off the clothes I'm wearing, I sit down on the double armchair, lift my feet and place them on the coffee table.
I grabbed the remote control of my old TV and turned it on, the TV projected the news channel, which said the same old stuff, murders, robberies, assaults, gang fights and all that kind of stuff that had become boring to listen to.
I change the channel, looking for something that can keep me entertained for a while.
But while I was looking for that, I heard the sound of footsteps coming from behind me and approaching me, knowing who it was, I waited for her to get close enough to me, to at least tell her how my day was going.
"Hey, you're earlier than normal" the female voice speaks.
I turn to look at the woman with whom i am living in this apartment, a woman I know perfectly from my previous life, as she is one of the main characters in the Chainsaw Man anime and manga.
Her name is Elia, a woman who looks just like Power, from her long hair, her body, everything was there, except the eyes, which are in this case lilac colored ones and the horns, which are not on top of her head.
Unlike the blood demon, Elia is calmer, smarter and more mature. She's the kind of person who cares about others, the kind of person who believes in justice, but who knows that sometimes. Sometimes... she has to get her hands dirty.
But always having a limit when it comes to using violence...and she is the girl who always cares about me... something I don't deserve.
"Yep... today I left early, the boss allowed me to leave work, but not before giving me the news that they were going to change me for someone else" I lie to Elia, while rubbing my neck with my right hand.
"Oh... so... are you going to get another job?" she asks, as she walks towards me, I could feel the weight of the couch shift, I felt her head rest on my right shoulder and her hand grab my right knee.
"Yeah... I'll get a new job tomorrow morning... for now, I just want to get some rest" I took a quick sidelong glance at Elia, she was wearing a thin white t-shirt, along with thin cloth pants with Batman drawings on it.
I grab her hand and squeeze it comfortingly, my other hand goes over her head, grabs her by her shoulder and sticks her next to me.
Enjoying the warmth she is giving me and she was enjoying the warmth I am giving her.
She and I... we're... I couldn't say boyfriend and girlfriend, because we haven't really come to an agreement or anything like that.
She and the person who controlled this body, were friends, very close, they knew each other since they were little, at the age of 13. They lived together on the streets, Blake took care of Elia and she took care of Blake, they both cherished each other, protecting and caring for each other against whatever the world threw at them.
When they both turned 15, you could say they drifted apart a bit, Elia did not join the Falcone family, due to the fact that she had gotten a decent job downtown at a fast food restaurant.
As well as getting a place to live.
But mainly, because she didn't like being part of the biggest criminal family in Gotham City. Elia never liked the Falcons... she hated them with all her heart, they were the reason she ended up on the streets.
They kept in touch of course... but the distance between them was certainly noticeable, they didn't talk to each other more often than they used to, and sometimes their meetings ended in arguments.
But that didn't mean they didn't continue to care about each other, they both continued to watch each other's backs, guarding against the dark world they live in and anyone who would mess with them.
Blake's last thoughts... were of her... Elia, the only person who cared about him in his life... and the most important person in the world... so when I woke up, with the memories of them and their relationship... I knew it is now my responsibility to take care of her.
So after spending weeks digesting all the information about this guy... I decided that I would move in with her... the place where I was before was dangerous.
You can imagine Elia's surprise to learn that her best and only friend in the world was alive, and not dead like the rest of the gang I worked with.
Elia... she is a woman, that deserves the best in the world, she doesn't deserve to hang out with a rotten piece of shit like me... so I will do everything to make her happy, I will give her everything so she can live without problems in this world... and I will protect her, no matter what.
"It's ok... At least you managed to last longer than last time" Elia's voice brings me out of my thoughts.
I snort humorously at his words and say "Hey, it's not my fault people don't like a little tomato sauce on their burgers, people should learn to improve their tastes."
I hear Elia laugh lightly at my comment, her laughter is a melody that lifts my spirits all the time, the sound that tells me that all this effort is worth it "... But yes... tomorrow I'll go look for a new job... maybe in some restaurant in the area, maybe I can find something in China Town or near downtown."
"Yes..." she looks at a clock attached to the wall, lets out a cute yawn and says to me "It's time for bed... come, get some rest, today must have been a heavy day."
With the best smile I can give him I say "Sure, just let me take off all these clothes and come with you to rest".
Elia nods and gets up, heading to the only room in this apartment to rest again.
I let out a tired sigh, my eyes glanced vacantly at the TV, seeing that it had stayed on a cooking channel... I grab the remote I had before, and with a tired look...
...I turn off the lights...
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Hi Folks, I'm sorry if I'm uploading more stories than usual, but this was a story I couldn't get out of my mind.
It's an idea that I've always had in my head, I really like the Chainsaw anime and manga and I always wanted to write a story of the anime interacting in another universe.
I hope I did well and that you nice people like the idea.
Without more to say, have a nice day and see you in the next story.
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