" That weirdo is there again," someone whispered to his friend pointing up the roof to a boy sitting dangerously at the edge.
" One day he might slide by accident," another said in agreement.
" It creeps me out."
Shawn sat on the roof top swinging his legs on the air. He was looking down at the people walking by. Non of them paid any mind to him just a brief glace and continued with what they were doing. They were used to seeing him sitting there every day.
What they didn't know was that he was thinking of killing himself that day. Looking at the height, the building was seven stories high, he knew that if he fell he would be paste.
He laughed in amusement thinking of how those ignorant people would feel. This would not be his first attempt at suicide. In the orphanage he would occasionally slash his wrists just to feel the blood dripping.
The feeling of loosing blood and his consciousness disappearing slowly gave him that weird rush he just couldn't explain.
The director and the other kids had gotten so traumatized by what he was doing that he was taken to a mental hospital . The doctor had diagnosed him as suicidal like he didn't know that.
In the mental hospital the cycle had not stopped but he had learnt to keep it a secret. At eleven he knew what was going on and what would happen if he stayed there for long.
He had managed to steal a scalpel from a nurse while on her daily runs during his the free time he got to be outside. Before being locked up in his room.
He had studied the nurse route for two weeks while hurting himself with his nteth before he managed to steal it.
He accidentally bumped into her and took on from the trolley she pulled. He cried outloud so that she can console him putting on the mentality of a child who was troubled and misunderstood. She didn't even check him as was the protocol so he managed to slip away with it.
He'd spent the a year acting as he was supposed to be. Remorsefull, playful and acting like a typical eleven years old should.
The doctor had deemed him cured and he had been released back to the orphanage much to the directors horror. He had smiled at her as she called him for prayers and to remove the devil from his soul or something. Their orphanage was managed by the Catholic church.
He got kicked out the moment he clocked eighteen even with the good behavior. He had not hurt himself Infront of them anymore and he knew where to cut to get the rush and blood but be able to treat it secretly.The director must have been waiting for that moment.
He'd gone to university on a full sponsorship after being the first national wide. To live on by he working in the school library and got paid in pennies.
He'd starved sometimes but he didn't mind since he was Soo used to pain he barely felt it. He also didn't have any friends despite his popularity. He would n't blame he took if he were normal would not be friends with himself.
This thoughts flashed through his mind as he looked down at the people. He'd been sitting on the rooftop since he joined seven months ago and the first time he'd sat there, a commotion had ensured with people thinking he was trying to commit suicide only for him to laugh and come down.
This sickening cycle had gone on for a while before everyone just got tired of it. The school couldn't expel him since he was still a top student.
Shawn chuckled to himself a little as he looked at the people passing down and imagined their shock and screams the moment his body plummeted to the ground. His body breaking into tiny pieces as blood and flesh spluttered on them.
It was a sight he wished to see but unfortunately he wouldn't. That would be the last surprise to the world and the religious director. Maybe they will creat articles of him being depressed and go through his history.
He looked up at the clear cloudless sky and smiled. The weather was really cheering him on. His blood would have time to dry.
He pushed himself off the edge with a smile. He could feel the moment gravity noticed him and pulled him down his body becoming weightless, then darkness.
He looked around in confusion , he could still feel his body falling but he also felt like he was suspended in the air or just falling infinitely. It was a though the world had come to a stop or he was just still falling but incredibly slow.
" Ha, is this some kind of joke?" He said with sarcasm," I should be paste by now."
As though he had pressed a switch a voice came through the darkness.
" ALL HUMANS PLEASE LISTEN .
.. interference detected...
.. dimensional overlap in progress..
The world you knew has ended.
At 12:00, 01/09/2051, the barriers between the worlds has been torn apart.
The outer dimension has merged with your world.
Creatures not from earth will now walk among you.
Some will hunt you, some will feed on you and the others simply love your screams and terror.
You government has lost its meaning and your gods will not hear your cries.
From this moment on-
You are participants in the Survival Integration Protocol.
Some of you have been granted Awakening gifts .
Powers, abilities,curses.
Some of you will become hunter.
Most of you will become prey.
Every thirty minutes, your strength, choices and kills will be recorded into a world ranking board.
Your value is no longer measured by your life, but by the number of kills and reward.
The world has become a battle field, a born nightmare where you must rip, claw and kill to stay breathing.
.... Transmission degrading...
Good luck humans.
May your screams entertainment the ones watching."
After that the voice disappeared and world went quite again.
Shawn wanted to laugh but before he could react his surroundings changed and he was back to falling down.
" Really," he shouted.
He'd died right at the start of an apocalypse it seemed. Choose the perfect time. He closed his eyes.
Shawn's body fell at a fast speed before with a splat he hit the concrete pavement his body breaking and scattering as he had planned.
A scream tore through the air suddenly clearly from the stugents who were still outside shocked by the whole darkness and light that had only lasted for a few seconds.
They all ran into the building leaving Shawn's remains outside. From bloodied crudely severed wrist came from a bush at the side and speed walked towards Shawn's body.
The wrist skin was pale beneath all that blood as though it had been drained of it's blood. The fingers were twisted weirdly and moved in jerky but a fast pace .
But the most disturbing part was not the wrist itself but the palm.
Right in the center where the lines were was a mouth. The flesh had split into a wet and red mouth . It didn't have lips but looked at raw flesh had been crudely cut and pulled apart to reveal small sharp teeth that littered the inside too many to count.
They chattered softly the noise increasing as it reached Shawn's body. Thick saliva dripped from it's mouth, mixing with the blood already coating it's mouth. Every time the fingers moved its mouth opened wider.
The moment it reached Shawn's fleshit gripped it eagerly. The mouth opening and tearing into the flesh. The sound of flesh and bone being chewed on accompanied with animalistic growls came from it.
Blood spluttered through the teeth and fingers as it ate shaking occasionally with what seemed to be excitement.
When it finished that piece the mouth growled in excitement opening it mouth and moving forward attracted by the next piece of flesh and blood.
The moment it reached another piece it started eating it with excitement, then it stopped mid bite a string of black blood and saliva dripping from it's open mouth. The teeth chattered aimlessly trying to eat the flesh in it's mouth but couldn't.
The skin on the hard started to turn purple darkening into a black purplish color. The veins buldged and moved around as though there were numerous worms crawling under the skin.
The fingers curled into itself hard enough to crack joints. The mouth on the palm started to foam black as it chattered and screeched loudly.
The flesh on it's hand start to bubble softly then huge bubbles appeared that seemed to be filled with something.
They bursted spraying black blood and puss everywhere. The mouth gives one final shriek before the hand starts to melt collapsing into a sloppy mass of rotting flesh, pus and blood.
The fingers stretched once a last attempt before dissolving.
Just after it's death wre words appeared on the sky.
FIRST KILL COMPLETED - NAMELESS.
The world nameless was written in golden letters.
In different parts of the world people looked at the name on the ranking in surprise. Someone had already made a move just minutes after the world ending announcement.
Who was nameless? That was the only thing in people's minds.
...
A few meters away from the broken flesh, blood and bone on the pavement a single drop of blood was slowly flowing down a crack. No one would notice it unless they looked keenly.
It shivered softly just a small bubbling. Then it started to expand forming tendrils of red blood forming into what looked like worms moving and multiplying.
A horrifying sight if anyone saw it.
In the middle the impossible happens, a melting face like shape starts to form.