Welcome to a story of bewilderment and excitement. Twisted smiles and sad eyes. A dream, within a story written by a lamentable artist. This is all a dream and no one knows when they will awaken.567Please respect copyright.PENANAT3YcATccS5
Do you wish to awaken, Young Dreamers?
Do you wish to find a new life or would you be content with the days of uselessness? This story connects you all to the past and future. This story will build you upward.
Are you all prepared for what this story has in store for you?
Will you all ever awaken to the world of radio signals and channeling systems?
Will you ever color the reality you can real?567Please respect copyright.PENANA5swwHpx9WS
It is the moment to change the lives of those who are connected to you by the threads of life.
It is then hour to take up your burdens, shames, secrets and struggles.
It is the time...to break the world.
Tori’s eyes shot open. He got up quickly, soon after regretting that he did so.
“Ow...what happened?” asked Tori, dizzy.
Tori looked at his surroundings.
“What is place? How can I....?” began Tori. His mind was in shambles due to other events he had recently endured.. He gasped “Everyone, wake up!”
His classmates began to wake up, each of them drowsy
“What happened?” asked the boy with short, white hair, whose name was Monogatari. He looked around.
“What’s going on?”
“Not sure. I just woke up,” said Tori.
A little girl with pastel blue pigtails and purple eyes looked around frantically.
“Where’s Auntie??” she cried, still searching.
All the children began to look for their teacher. A girl with long, lavender-colored hair screamed.
All the children ran towards her.
The body of the teacher lay still on the ground, covered in vines and flowers. The flowers had color, but the color was pale and sickly like something was slowly murdering them with a knife of illness. The vines, in fact, seemed to be livelier than the flowers, giving a strange and uneasy aura to them.
The boy with pink hair, whose name was Iyasu, bent down to the teacher. He took a stethoscope out of his pocket and brought it to the teacher’s heart.
“Her heart’s still beating,” stated Iyasu.
He looked at the teacher closely. She wasn’t breathing.
Iyasu brought the stethoscope up to himself.
It was covered in a warm, crimson liquid.
“You guys, she’s not breathing...” spoke Iyasu with worry in his voice.
“Then how is her heart still beating?” asked Tori. He began to feel uneasy.
Iyasu looked at the teacher again. A pool of black, ink-like liquid surrounded the teacher’s body as it came trickling out from somewhere behind her back.
Tori looked at the liquid. It smelled like ink but it reminded him of blood. A vision of children covered in blood and faces of horror painted itself within his mind. Whatever had killed then teacher, whatever it was that came flowing from her body, Tori did not care. He just wanted to get his classmates away from peril. Immediately.
“We need to go, now,” said Tori. Fear laced his words.
“But what about Auntie?” cried the little girl, whose name was Ningyou.
“We can’t do anything for her, not right now,” replied Tori.
Those words were like deep pain to him, and he wished he didn’t have to say them.
“But my Auntie!” began Ningyou. “I can’t leave my Auntie!”
“We need to go, right now,” urged Tori, hastily. “Everyone, right now!”
The children began to follow him, all, but Ningyou. She rushed to the teacher, trying to wake her up.
“Auntie! Auntie!” she cried, shaking the teacher.
The teacher sat up, her eyes still closed. The rest of the children looked towards her. An uneasy chill went down their spines.
“Auntie, we have to go, Tori says it’s dangerous!” said Ningyou. She picked up the teacher’s arm, pulling on it like the child she was.
“Auntie, why aren’t you talking?” asked Ningyou, starting to cry.
Silence fell between everyone. Silence, until the teacher opened her mouth to talk.
“Auntie...?”
A shriek that sounded like a legion of the dead came from her mouth. She opened her eyelids.
Inside, her eyes had disappeared and were replaced with hollow and dark holes, like darkest of souls.
Vines covered in ink came towards the class, coming from the teacher’s soulless body. They came fast, shredding and tearing everything in their way. The dark ink flowed from the teacher’s body like a waterfall.
“Everybody, run now!” yelled Tori, panicked.
The children began to run fast, all of them, but Ningyou.
Ningyou stared at her aunt’s grotesque body, a lifeless figure now being held in the air by the vines. She looked into the dark holes where her aunt’s eyes used to be. Cold and forgotten tears fell from them, to the child’s surprise.
“Aun..tie?” whispered Ningyou, paralyzed. Her face mirrored the state of shock, with tears and blood dripping from her face. A boy rushed towards her and picked her up. As she was carried away, she began to kick and scream in agony, the tears of her aunt still engraved into her mind.
A cottage in a bluer part of the forest sheltered the frightened children. They all sat quiet, alone with their thoughts.
“Now we are alone in a forest with murderous foliage without an adult,” spoke a boy with short, dark blue hair. His tone of voice was like someone who was most upset. “Ain’t that fun?”
“I take some offense to that,” replied an older boy, who had long dark red hair that was spiky on the top, neatly kept going down, and was kept out of his face with a headband that was decorated with beautiful greens, reds, and browns.
“How do you take offense to that?” said the boy with short, blue hair, whose name was Guntai.
“Well, the thing is, I am in my last year of college schooling,” replied Nomin, the with dark red hair, that was both spiky and well kept.
“You’re an idiot then,” replied Guntai, mumbling.
“Well, excuse me, I didn’t know then it’s my fault that you children are as intelligent as I am.”
A young girl with sharp blue eyes and short black hair pulled at Nomin’s sleeve. He looked at her, and she nodded at him, telling him to stop. Nomin sighed and looked toward Tori. He had his head in his head, sitting alone in a corner, obviously stressed.
Nomin sighed.
“I guess arguing over pointless things will have to wait, Blue Boy.”
Guntai did not respond, despite the fact that the nickname made him furious. Instead, he looked towards Tori.
Everyone did.
“I can’t even make sure that all of us made it here alive...” muttered Tori.
The boy with light blue hair, whose name was Baka, walked up to him.
“Don’t blame yourself,” said Baka. “You are still recovering from illness.”
“Unless you can bring back Migi and sensei, go away.” responded Tori, his voice sharp and cold.
Baka backed off.
Hidari walked up to Tori. She held the tiny metallic creature who brought Migi to the class in the field. With soft movements, she touched Tori’s shoulder. He looked up at her.
“Look, now isn’t a good time...” spoke Tori, his eyes full of exhaustion and shame.
Hidari hugged Tori, her arms around his neck, the metallic creature hopping onto her head. Tori’s eyes widened in surprise, as he felt his heart move fast.
“I’m glad you’re okay,” cried Hidari, sobbing.
Tori hugged her back, tears coming down his own face. The teacher was more than just a teacher to him, she was Tori’s family as well.
Another dead relation.
If anything were to happen to Migi surely, he would become even more dead and emotionless that he already was if he were to know that people cared for him. Tori knew this as a truth but kept it inside like his million memories.
‘I’m sorry this is happening, Hidari, I’m sorry for everything....’ thought Tori, his word one’s that he didn’t want to say out loud, for he knew that Hidari would say something to make Tori feel wrong.
“Where now are we destined?” asked a voice of a young boy.
“I don’t know...I just wish that we could stop our wandering,” began a voice. “I wish that we could stay in the place we know as home, but this cursed story won’t even let us be with our destinies from our past lives....”
Silence.
Every single one of the children rested in it, including Tori. Everyone slept, but one.
Footsteps walked silently to the door of the cabin, opening it quietly.
“I will find Migi, so you don’t have to blame yourself anymore.”
In the dark cave where Migi found a secondary fate, tall figures clothed in black cloaks walked, each holding a torch.
“Puer apparuit. Puer apparuit. Puer apparuit,” chanted the dark beings, their words like a dark song, echoing through the dark cave.
Red. The endless sky was red.
Black. The thin and haunting trees were black as coal.
White. The falling snow was white.
Foxes ran fast, with an agility that was unknown to any man. Tori ran with the foxes, he ran and kept speed. Screams and cries filled the air, and Tori covered his ears.
One by one, the foxes were shot down with crooked arrows, each fell, their bodies melting into the snow, turning into red. The last fox protected Tori till then very end, till it’s soul took flight. Tori held the last fox in his arms, its lifeless body fragile like thin glass. It was the smallest of them all.
A large being walked toward Tori. It was holding a large sword. Tori was terrified, alone in the snow. The figure lifted its blade to strike. The figure let its blade fall, but Tori felt no pain.
Not until he opened his eyes.
A small child stood between Tori and the man.
“Why must you...” said the child’s voice.
The voice was Hidari’s. The face was Hidari’s.
The child was Hidari.
She fell to the ground. Tori looked at her, eyes wide, watching back ink spill from her like rain. He tried to call out her name, but no words came out, no matter how hard he screamed. Darkness began to swallow up Tori’s existence as he tried to reach for Hidari. Vines came from her body, lifting her up, letting the black flow from out of her.
Tori tried to reach for Hidari but in vain.
The darkness consumed him and suffocated him and soon, he was brought back to the place his childhood self despised.
Eyes opened.
Tori’s nightmare was surreal, and it drove him to the of sanity, driving him to tears.
He looked at his hands. They were shaking.
“Hidari...” breathed Tori.
He got up and walked to where she slept. She wasn’t there.
In haste and worry, Tori grabbed his shoes and slipped them on.
He grabbed the metallic creature and rushed out of the cabin.
“Hidari!” yelled Tori, yelling as loud as he could and running as fast as his feet would take him.
The forest where Tori and his classmates awoke was cold and cryptic, and there was no sign of the blood bathed vines from before.
“Hidari!” shouted Tori once again. His words danced in his cold and visible breath.
“Tori?” spoke a voice from behind him.
Tori turned around.
Hidari stood behind him, her eyes a radiant blue, bluer that he had ever seen before. She was barefoot, the sleeves of her shirt torn.
“Are you crazy?” exclaimed Tori, both relieved and worried. “It’s the middle of the night!”
“I need to find Migi,” replied Hidari. “He’s hurt.”
Her glassy blue eyes screamed lifelessness and dormant state. Tori noticed fresh scars on Hidari’s arms, dripping blood. Her legs were scraped up, and she wore no bandages on them.
“You’re hurt as well, now please come back to the cabin!”
The ground began to shake, the vines that stole the teacher’s life appearing once more.
“Hidari, come on!”
“I need to find Migi, so that he doesn’t have to suffer alone. So that way you don’t have to blame yourself anymore.”
“Hidari, I don’t need you to find him, I can do that. Please, just come back!”
“Why do you not want me to search? Is it because I am cut and bruised? Is it because I’m weak, and I am unstable? Is it because of my illness?”
His eyes looked with surprise and terror at her. Her piercing and radiant eyes had looked into him and had read his mind.
“I know that you know more about me than that...and I forgive you. It’s not your fault that you can see everyone’s dark secrets.”
Hidari smiled.
“I will find Migi, I promise,” spoke Hidari.
“Hidari!” yelled Tori.
His yell was too late.Ink spilled like a fool’s glass overflowing with wine. A vine pierced her through, growing further into her body, lifting her up.
Hidari smiled, ink dripping from her mouth.
Her eyes, however, shed raindrops of sadness and shock, leaving Tori to get lost in the fading blue. 567Please respect copyright.PENANA1HPtPUzAxG