The year was 2024, 21st of March. It was on the western side of Bendigo, in Strathfieldsaye, where I saw a man~ no... boy.. who had crashed a motorcycle into a tree on a highway out in the wilderness. "A-Are you alright?" I managed to mutter, to the nearly dead boy that was laying in front of me. He suddenly reached his hand out to me, that was clearly bloody and has several rocks and splinters in them. "I-I'll gladly trade these wounds for anything.." The boy managed to mutter as he fell unconcious.
My name is Chloe Lopez, I'm female, my occupation is a salon worker. I'm 18 years old. I'm Australian, and my parents were divorced when I was young. I had my first period when I was 13 years old. I had my first kiss when I was 15 years old, and the guy shoved his tongue down my throat. But this story isn't about me. This is a story about a boy who was tortured by an organization. Not just any organization, it's the- I Immediately get cut off by the boy rolling around, rustling the leaves.
When I looked back at the boy, you could imagine my surprise when all his wounds were healed, and his clothes weren't in sight. Like, what the fuck happened? "Hey, where did your Gucci designer clothes go? And why don't you have a single wound on you?" I asked the boy who was clearly awake again somehow. "Ah, yes.. my clothes. Where did they run off to?" The boy said, questioning why his clothes were gone. But I figured he'd already know why they're gone. It must be some wicked bizarre ability. B-But I don't believe in ghosts and the supernatural!
"Hey! You didn't answer my second question! Where the hell did your wounds go?!" I yelled in frustration, just wanting to get to the bottom of this. "Do you need help standing up? I'll help you." I say as I go toward him to lift him up, but he snaps back at me and jumps back. "Hey man, what's your problem? I was just trying to help you." I respond, wondering why he just lashed out at me like that.
This woman... Does she intend to attack me? Or is she friendly? She looks like she couldn't hurt a fly.. I guess I'm alright for now. "I'll... walk towards you now, okay?" I say as I slowly walk towards her, while she looks at my blankly, waiting for whatever it is to come. I finally make it over to the woman and extend my hand for a handshake. We both shake hands and become somewhat friends. "Name... your name... I didn't get your name." I say with sceptism.
Is this freak really trying to shake my hand? Ugh, I guess I'll go along with it. "My name is Chloe Lopez." I mutter. "Oh, so you're like that famous chick! Ughh, what's her name? Uuuuh, oh yeah! Jennifer Lopez, huuh?" The boy says in excitement. "Are you her sister or something?!" Asks the boy. "Uh, no.. I'm just a lucky girl who happens to have the same last name as a famous celebrity." I utter in selfishness.
"You never gave me your name though.." I ask. "Jovan.. Jovan Joestar." He mutters. "Jovan Joestar? That's a pretty cool name. Too bad you're last name isn't a celebrities last name! Hahaha!" I laugh. "Hey, whaddya say we go grab a bite at the local burger joint?" I assert, proposing the idea of getting to know him. "Um, yeah.. sure.." Jovan replies, wanting to get to this girl a bit more, as he thought she was interesting.
Brother came home 4 or so years ago. His name is Jomilio Joestar, the man I look up to. But recently, I heard the government arrested him. So I'm kind of worried about that. On a completely different note, when I do all nighters and look outside my window at precisely 3:37 AM, I see a shadowed figure staring at my with a blood curdling smile and spit drooling down his face. Whenever I go down there to try beat his ass, some unseen force kept my inside my room.
One night, it got out of hand, and the figure ran inside my house. To be fair, he was probably trying to get to me. I was ready to beat his ass head on. But he never came into my room. In fact, when I woke up, I checked around the house, everywhere. But he wasn't in sight. The next night, he wasn't there, and the next night, and the next night, and the next night, and so on. Whatever I tried to do while he stood there watching me, it could be a police call, trying to hide, exiting my room, an unseen force always stopped me.
While the two were walking to the local burger join, an eshay approached them. "Give me your shoes, mate!" The eshay said, looking at Jovan with a disgusted look. Jovan ignored the eshay's existence, pretending he wasn't there. "Hey! I'm talking to you mate! Answer me when I fuckin' call you!" The eshay yelled as his left eye disappeared. "H-Huh..?" The eshay managed to mutter as he started panicking. "F-FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, I GOTTA CALL TRIPPLE ZERO! FUCKING HELL, WHERE DID I PUT MY PHONE?!" The eshay remarked as Jovan uttered "It's no use trying to find your phone. It's already gone." and punched the eshay in the jaw, which knocked him out.
This kid.. he just knocked a human being out right in front of me. But.. in a way, he's kinda hot.. I'd definitely fall for him. But.. one thing is.. when I stumbled upon him, when he crashed his motorcycle on the highway into the tree, beyond his jacket, I saw a birthmark on his shoulder. A birthmark kind of shaped like a.. star..
(To Be Continued!)
Welcome to a new part of JoJo's Bizarre Adventure, where our protagonist, Jovan Joestar, gets 'tortured' by fame. Stick around to find out what happens next in chapter 2!