I fell to the ground beat, I didn't amortize the momentum as I collided with the hard floor face on. I turned on my back, opened my limbs stretching, and stayed like that as a dry squidward enjoying the cold granite's freshness. The coolness lazed my body as I contemplated the ceiling.
"The silence of being able to sense, Aaaaah!" I stretched my hands up while contracting every muscle of my body, then I've let them fall as wet spaghettis.
"When was the last time I've last slept? Was it two hundred years ago!
So it was like, one hour for every fourteen years! Not bad, not bad at all.
I'm content of that, verrryyy content." I sat up brusquely . "If he wasn't me, I'll kill him for not sleeping. What are you insomniac about, I deleted the experience!"
"Awe!" The book's hard cover hit the back of my head, it finally arrived.
I consoled my bump with one hand and snatched the book with the other before it fell. "Ah, pain, again. It startled me."
I put it in front of me, and stared blankly at its ash cover.I hate this book but it helps regaining information, it resurrects my burnt memory.
But wait, wasn't it in my room! I told him to put it in the room. I adjusted the time for it to come while I lay down a little, it wasn't supposed to come in such speed, so the distance was longer.
"That's okey, I didn't need to read it before" I opened the book and started surfing through it. I read fastly but attentively, my eyes were fidgeting following the lines as my brain was processing the contents. Words collided with words, phrase devoured phrase and chapters overlapped with each other. I could see the outlines deforming to create an animated scenery; my mind overlooked sentences to directly be witness of the scenes. It's no merely ink on paper, but flashs getting projected on a white board in a dark wall.
I watched, watching is more lucid than reading. Only minutes passed till I reached the part of 'my wake up'; The present.
I deterred my gaze from the book. "Hmmm, calling myself a boy who fights monsters was funny in a sense. Or some questionable shit like falling in love with my sister's ghost.
Talking about that, I really have to discipline her for showing in front of me. But then she will not understand" I felt a little sad.
I put off my feelings and stared again to the lifeless words on a book; they already died. Are sentences emotions or does emotions express sentences?. It's a waste to be sad over the same thing for so long.
"Oooh, it's marked!'' When I checked first page, I saw a mark supported by an author's note. I like to leave first page to last; beginnings can be closures, the saddest closures . ''So we have new readers, you started from the meal thing! Now I understand why is there some explanations despite already being mentioned." I read the note in red, it's something only for me to read.
"I'm gonna explain to you somethings about this book and give a resume to follow. It's disorienting without the world's building'' My passion to share what I read kicked in.
''The things I say or think overlap with narration and story telling. I don't obviously say now I lift my hand or I was enraged, I say it sometimes but not all the time. I don't also explain why something happens, the book explains it on my behalf. But sometimes I talk to myself like talking to a reader to sort situations I'm in; I be thinking.
I wanted to clarify that I'm not a moron.
Fissure and others, the resume will be according to what I can deduct by the writer's nature something said as me. So I won't say shit, tired to do a resume; I don't know how." They are also things I didn't witness but they are present in the records, but I didn't want to mention them. In the end, I didn't give any useful details, bear with me.
I finished reading to the moment's events and what I say is being documented in the real time. Sometimes the scribbling stack events and put them in one session, sometimes the words are being transferred from the fabric of events to it, sometimes it gives instructions. "It's not your problem, since there are informations masked on you, there are informations masked on me till a specific moment of reveal. I also doubt that you are reading in the same language I'm speaking, since there are words I can't decipher. I don't know even wish era you are reading it from, present or future or maybe a different time ligne"
I closed the book and launch it to the side,it opened on the way and I saw again the contents. ' I don't want to talk in the upcoming scenes like a lowly entertainment for viewers. It will not be exciting right!'
"Exciting, Pffft. Like I want you to be excited."
The one who documents my life intrudes himself as my thoughts and narrations. I want to kill him as he knows everything about my life, after I ask him how he do that. I'll also kill however read this story after and that will be you if you are following. I'll kill everyone who's reading to pass time. "I'll kill everyone"
Time to delete this memory I suppose and talk normally, the memory of me illustrated as book character. What is it called? Talking to some reader as if he's in front of you! They need to make a word for it.
I shook my head as my memory has been deleted, the book flew again to the library. What I read now was selected to fit my processed experience, it is part of my living memory now.
"Okeyyy!" I jumped from my place. I walked backward in dancing like steps, as floating on a smooth surface, smoother than the friction allowed by granite.
I stopped under the lamp then pulled it down before back flipping all the stairs at once. I landed inside the library before the wall opening to my room was heard shut. I lift my hands up showing off.
The library was getting set , the shelves were getting taller and numerous books and items were lining up in the air to fit in their designed places. The books pages flipped quickly making a clapping sound when they collide in each other.
"Thank you, thank you" I bowed down, in response for the crowd's applause. That should have been a normal performance...if I'm not standing on a side of paper. It was there so I landed on it. To be frank I wanted to show off my inhumane abilities, I've still got the moves.
It got lowered slowly to the ground level. It's deeper now cause I've lift the lock on the numerous items and space. It would have been odd to have this library inside a castle. For a guy to have those treasures, it will be suspicious.
The objects advanced as soldiers, the architecture was getting altered, and I went to the closet room when I felt dizzy following them up. I was staggering, my mind got overloaded from giving instructions in their marche.
"Hmmm" I stood between the clothes "Hmmm!" and everyone of them started screaming to be picked.
"Let's do it this way. I'll randomize, so no one will get sad" .I heard no reply from them. "Come on, I expect you to have a sense of fair play. Luck isn't fair but, choosing is less fairer!!"
I stood thinking on my words. "No, no, hold on. Choosing is the fair thing to do, cause I be considering your potential and what you have to offer after getting in somewhat of a competition." I put the side of my fist on the forehead "But then, you were made by someone, your potential is created by someone. You didn't earn it so you have no right to display it"
I chose arbitrary with my ability what is being worn, I didn't even look to what I've picked. "That should do" I didn't even look at a mirror before quitting for breakfast. It bugged me how I still fall for beauty, giving away my love for some birth privilege. Do I really love? I've already disillusioned my way out of this question.
I took the library's short-cut to the hall, the library is connected to every inch of the castle with 'door manipulation' technique. Getting items from slaying demons is convenient.
"Hellloooo and welcoooome" I burst the door open and got in confidently.
I looked around to the chairs being occupied by two people eating a meal. "You really started without me" "I'm sad" I put on a disappointed face.
"Is that him?" The boy told Alaric
Alaric took a bite then answered in a sight "Yeah that's him"
I pulled my chair back "Of course I'm him, there are only me remaining". I sat down and joined the table "But maybe you are dumber to do basic logic"
The boy took a laugh then looked at Alaric "He is indeed" before the two chuckles.
"Hey" I said in confusion"What did you tell the boy!"
"Nothing much. I just gave him a description of you before you came, that way he'll feel more familiar"
"And that description is?"
"Like how you are the type of person to wear like a clown" He gave a look at the boy and asked "Are you five?"
"I'm not five" he replied seriously.
"He's not five for god's sake" Alaric repeated "We don't need animal shaped balloons"
I looked down to my clothes, they were anarchic and flamboyant, the most random combination I've seen. "I heard a laugh" I stretched my hand "So I need a payment".
He sat up from his place and took the plates out. He put the dishes in front of me.
"Just eat your breakfast and behave naturally"
"So he is not traumatized!" I whispered
"If not, you will traumatize him now. Be firm" he whispered back.
"Alright, I'm sorry to snatch you out yesterday" I shout out to the boy. "You looked disoriented and we sort of kidnapped you"
"You had your reasons, Alaric explained the situation for me" the boy replied.
"Okeeey! So I have a spare to chew my food in silence. I'll get to you later" I informed him "Don't perceive it as rude, it's been a long time since I had a proper meal".
"No worries, he explained also that" he was considerate.
Ooooh, Alaric is good with his talking to calm a young boy plus giving him informations. *How far did you tell him?* I used our telepathy to find how much the boy knows, I don't want to make him panic by saying unnecessary details.
*Till we will help you me and my friend, then 'who's your friend?' 'Some funny guy' 'Funny how?' then we talked about you*
*So no how can you use magic or how did you get in?* I was in a hast to reproach them talking about me.
*There is a certain process in getting accustomed with someone, I don't go around asking assertive questions before the mood is comfortable*
*You are right. Anyway talk about his life before he came here then boom I'll ask what happens* .I took the first bite of my food and the flavours hijacked my brain. The outside world ceased to exist as my senses oriented to feel their awaited heaven.
The road to heaven is full of hardships, the spikes of monster nauseous meat created the best sensation when it was washed off by normal food. For a long time now I couldn't taste the joy of tastes , thus this meal consisting of eggs and bacon was the most ectasious meal I had in a life span.
Volcanoes exploding in my mind by golden magma, It's worm and viscous, I can scent the flesh being finely cooked as I stay inside it trying to devour its heat. It's odd how salt tastes different, are they dissolved minerals!
The scene was hazy in front of me as I finished my meal, and again my senses were getting accustomed to a view without volcanoes. I don't know what they talked about but the boy seemed enthusiastic sharing something.
"And that was like.." a sad pause interrupted his speech.
"So what happened?" I intruded in their conversation
He kept silence in his let down expressions.
"I'm sorry that you need to remember some traumatic events, but I need to know the situation if I'm going to help you"
Alaric was staring at me and turned looking at the boy "Don't press yourself, we can actually manage"
"No I insist, you need to face what drove you here. I'm sorry, but it's a necessity to other things"
The face looking down to the black surface of the table moved up to look at me. Was it resentment I saw in his eyes? They were darker for I to know what dwells inside.
"I want to make them suffer" he muttered at me. "I want everyone of them to feel sorry for breaking in" "I want them to be wronged in darkness" his words were empty of any rage, they were merely echoes of his feelings.
He kept talking lifelessly, is that the same cheerful boy who was in front of me earlier? Maybe it's his true self, since when talking to Alaric people tend to lower their guards and say everything about themselves. You can be robbed as you smile if you interacted with the guy, you can even give away your soul voluntary. That's the type of demon he is, so I don't get it when he still uses the process of communication when he can charm them from the first four words 'hello, I'm Alaric'
Alaric came and put his hand on the boy's shoulder, the boy jumped awake from his automatisme. Ooooh, he inducted his charm! Was he not getting information or calming the boy earlier by it? I'm surprised. We are always alone, we don't talk much, yet he can communicate easily unlike I.
"I'm sorry, that happens frequently" he apologized
"No worries, don't worry. Or worry when you tell me about what happened" I said.
"How bad was the crack?" Alaric asked
"It was a normal day before the sky cracked open, and numerous black creatures gushed in to our town"
"UHM" I leaned forward.
"They, they..." He grabbed his head in horror "They started eating us alive. We... We tried to fight back but weapons didn't work on them, even magic was no use"
"And you tried to call for help" I regarded as for him to not feel like he fleed by himself.
"I tried to call for the hero yeah. My dad sacrificed himself for I to flee" his expression turned sadder hiding a bit of anger. "And I failed him.''
"No you didn't" Alaric said.
"Yes I did. I was in this strange town for over a week, merely trying to snatch crisps of bread to fill my stomach. " He turned looking at Alaric "Thinking about it, I don't even recall how I came here"
"It's pretty strange. But how would I know if you don't!"
"You are right HHH" the boy laughed. How was that even funny?
"Anyway you are here. But a nuance I want to make, I'm no hero" "If you don't want specifically a hero's help I can help"
"Isn't the one who helps people called a hero?"
"Don't misunderstand, I say I'll help but I'm not here to snatch people from the depths of despair. I only want to kill some demons, wherever they are" my tone was firm.
His expressions settled on me "it seems you need a hero too"
"Pfffffft hahahaha" I laughed deep from my stomach "hero my ass"
I slid my chair back and stood up brutally "Anyway we should get going"
"Now?'' Alaric wanted to get sure.
"Yeah now, the castle is settled down and I want to get going"
"You said you wanted informations" the boy acerbically said.
"I know they are demons, low demons. I already know they can't quit their place even after centuries when they had to feed on people. You know the town,just guide us there" my clothes were getting deformed to a black hood adorned by crimson , my shoes were replaced by the boots while I talked."So.."
A huge sword destroyed the wall behind me then flew to my hand. I pointed it to the boy's face. "Where are my manners?" I frowned my eyes "What's your name boy!"
He jumped and instinctively answered "Michael"
"So, Michael! Let's slice them down" I smirked.