Adrian's heart pounded so hard he was sure she could hear it. The hotel room smelled faintly of perfume and the cheap carpet cleaner the staff used. Neon lights from the city outside bled through the blinds, painting stripes across the walls.
BUZZ!! BUZZ!!
His phone buzzed faintly on the nightstand, notifications piling up. He was getting so many messages but nothing mattered to him at that moment.
A girl was in front of him, standing in front of bed. She was wearing a perfect red sensual dress. She smiled at Adrian.
"Hey... You know it's my first time too..." She said nervously but, no sign of refusal was noticeable in her tone.
Adrian's throat was completely dry, he didn't know what was happening but, he was living in the moment.
GULP
"This is… really happening," he whispered to himself. His palms were sweaty, and his throat felt dry. He had imagined this moment a thousand times, but now it was real.
Adrian was a 22 year old boy, and that was his first sex moment. To be honest, he was such an anxious person in intimate moments. This was the first time he had seen a woman willing to have sex with him.
But he was unaware of what would happen next.
The beautiful girl was in front of him, her hands trembling slightly as she let her red dress slip to the floor. Adrian swallowed hard. This was a moment he had imagined countless times.
This was his first time seeing a girl naked in real life. Her breasts were visible, but Adrian couldn't believe his own eyes. The girl's pink nipples stung Adrian's eyes like diamonds. And, without a word, the girl lay down on the bed.
Adrian slowly started moving towards the girl, as soon as he reached her, he took off his t-shirt. He leaned closer, closing the distance between them. His lips barely brushed hers when the world....
... shifted.
It wasn't a sound, nor a flash of light. It was a vertigo that tore through his body and mind, a sudden ripping sensation that left him gasping. One second, he was in the warm, familiar room of a modern hotel, the next, the lights were gone, replaced by shadows and gaslight.
Adrian suddenly transmigrated into someone else's body.
Adrian or rather, the boy whose body he now inhabited was gasping, struggling to keep his balance. He simply wore a pair of Victorian trousers. His chest was bare and the skin over his heart was torn, a dark hole blasted into it. In his right hand, he held a pistol, the wood slick with sweat and something else he couldn't yet identify. His right eye was mangled, the flesh around it ripped and raw, but the crazy part was that there was no bleeding.
In front of him, a girl lay sprawled on the blood soaked wooden floor. She was fully dressed in a Victorian gown, but a dark gunshot marked her forehead. Blood trickled steadily, soaking the rug beneath her. The flickering gas lamps cast shadows across the walls, and the faint buzz of the city outside seemed distant and almost unreal.
Adrian stumbled back, his chest was heaving and pistol trembling in his hand. His mind spun.
Where was he? What had just happened?
Adrian suddenly transmigrated into Ray ash a 19 years old good looking teenager's body.
A violent shudder wracked Ray's body. His eyes, wide with a terror he'd never known, darted from the heavy, cold pistol in his own hand to the girl lying dead on the floor. A cold sweat slicked his skin, making the gun's grip feel slippery. Of course he was scared. His heart was trying to beat its way out of his chest. And honestly, who wouldn't be losing their mind right now?
Thudd!!!
The gun slipped from his hands. "What the fucking hell is going on?" He whispered these words to himself in a trembling voice.
Adrian, now Ray, stood there trembling, every breath scraping his throat raw. The room seemed to close in on him. A desk sat against the wall, papers scattered across it, a gas lamp still burning weakly at its corner. A wooden chair lay to one side, half covered in blood. Dark stains streaked the walls, as if someone had thrown paint but of course it wasn't paint. It was blood.
Shakingly, he turned back and his eyes catching on a tall mirror near the open window. The curtains fluttered in the cold night air, and beyond them hung a supermoon, its pale light spilling across the floor like silver water.
Ray staggered closer. His reflection looked back at him. He was approximately nineteen years old, with soft black hair that fell in a natural wave, parted neatly to one side like a gentleman but little messy according to the scene. His face was strikingly youthful, almost beautiful, framed by the flickering gaslight. His brown eyes were wide with horror and his lips were trembling. His body was lean, neither too tall nor too broad, like an average teenager.
But the details that ruined his face were nearly impossible to ignore. His right eye was mangled, the flesh torn raw and a dark hole marked his chest above the heart. The contrast was really disturbing and grotesque for him.
"No… no, no…" he whispered. His legs gave out, and he collapsed onto the blood soaked floor like a scared kid who just saw a Pennywise.
"What the fuck is going on..." He whispered to himself. "Why I'm here... All of sudden..."
He slowly turned his head towards the dead girl and started crawling towards her. She was beautiful but sadly dead. Ray sat beside her. He raised his trembling hands and wiped the sweat from his face, then he continued to look at the dead girl.
Even he don't know what he was thinking but he decided to investigate that girl. As soon as he touched her cheek, a fragment of memory clicked in his mind. It wasn't too clear but clear enough to understand what's going on.
He saw himself shouting on that dead girl. The girl had gun in her hand but ray wasn't all down too. He had a gun in his hand. Both were shouting to each other then suddenly.
Boom!!
The girl shot on Ray's chest. It was truly unexpected, she was about to shoot again but before it, Ray also raised his hand and aimed on her forehead. Both shot each other at the same time.
Both of them shot death to eachother.
Ray's consciousness returned. He pulled his hand back from her cheek. He was gasping for air. Honestly, he was hoping for something he couldn't know, but sadly, it was all he could know by just looking at the scene.
"I'm... I'm transmigrated to this world." He finally realized that he was no longer in his normal world. "What the fuck.... Transmigration is fictional... How... how.."
Many questions arose in his mind, but he controlled them because the absurd truth was right in front of him. He couldn't lie to his own eyes.
After sometime, he stood up from there and looked at himself once again in the mirror. The suprising thing was that his eyes were back to normal and his torn chest also became normal. He was completely startled by the sight.
His mind was spinning round and round. He freaking didn't know what was going and what was happening to him. Whenever he tried to convince himself that he understood, something bizarre happened.
He moved towards the window and looked outside. He found out that he was on the top floor of a building and there were many carts, buggies moving on the cobblestone road and people were also walking on the road.
This made him realize that it wasn't very late in the night yet. The sun had hidden itself only a few hours ago.
Then something clicked in his dumb brain. "There should be a clock in this room" , this thought rolled in his mind and it was pretty obvious. Ray definitely didn't used to know the time from the position of the sun and moon.
He turned back, looking for a clock in the room then, he finally found out a clock hanging on the wall. It was 9:34 at night.
"Wait" he said to himself. "If they both shot to eachother... Then..." There's something roaming in his mind. "What if someone heard the sound of gun shot." Ray finished his sentence and he was no doubt completely right. There was a probability of someone hearing the loud gun shot.
Without thinking anything, ray moved towards the wooden door, passing the dead girl's body. He opened it slowly. His hands were still trembling but less than before. He peeked out but there was no one. The whole corridor was absurdly empty. He exhaled in relief and closed the door again.
Now, The only thing in the room was Ray, the dead body, the gun, and blood.
Ray didn't know what to do.
He also didn't know that he was going to have an unexpected guest soon.
I hate guests.