Passion_with_milk

Where a 19 year old boy finds himself in an unknown place while wanting to change the most loved and hated word: Equality. Will he be able to achieve it, alone?



 (Some chapter have horror scenes, disgusting ones, some don’t. I still put the tag for horror category because there will be some. Not much, tho...) I will have to warn everyone. If you’re not comfortable with what I just wrote, please feel free to jump onto another story. Please be nice with my first book. (I may do a tome 2. Not sure, sadly.)
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Colour  sky

"Put your hands in the air! It is an order! Or else, you will get shot!", said one of the so called guards. The scream was still there. Loud and clear. Why? 


"Yes. Let's clear this as fast as possible so we have a chance to save them!"


The first move was so sudden. Stiffness from the troupe of guards were seen. 3 screams at the same time. 


"Were-you a murderer in your previous life?"


 One guy turned around, trying to shoot him. I slam him on the wall and deeply stabbed him in the eye. 


"Let's say getting in fights helped a lot."


The body slid down. Shot could be heard. 


"It's war time." We both were running around, avoiding millions of bullets. Kicks in the head. Punches in stomachs. Screams of pain surrounded the air. Sound of slicing was present. The storm was off in a manner of seconds. 


"Indeed." Last one was stabbed three times, alongside a bullet in the head. "Ah! I finished him off! You buy us cookies, Johnny!"


"N-no-t F-air!", I said between breaths. 


I was sweating like a wet towel. My partner was also the same. After getting some oxygen back in my breathing system, I stood straight and looked around. It was a magnificent piece of art. Bodies were spread everywhere. Some hanging from the wall thanks to knives, some on the floor. Some were on the benches, others on top of each other. The red paint covered the floor, walls and bodies. 


"They said we we're one the 52nd floor?"


"We must find a map to get a better view of everything."


"True, true. But first, let's go check, shall we?"


I walked toward the screams I heard few minutes ago, before this bloody fight happened. I tried making no sound when walking. The smell of dead people really made me uncomfortable. It was a metal door. The same one as us. No light coming from it. Pitch black was what our vision could see. A gloomy and uneasiness atmosphere could be felt. My hands we're shaking badly at this point. 


"Did you ever heard the legend of Bloody Mary?"


"When you go in a dark room with few candles lit up, chant bloody marry three times or "I killed your baby, Bloody Mary." Legend said that she will appear and take possession of your body. If your arms goes over your head..."


Screams started again. I jumped, removing my hand form the handle. 


Banging. Tapping. Screaming. These three words we're enough to describe what was happening. Black hands we're ont he glass. 


From fear,my wings opened and wrapped my body. 


One bang. Two bangs. Three bangs.  Metal strips then dropped. One stick. Two stick. My paranoia side started to resurface again. What is he doing? What can possibly be behind those doors??? The door fell down and a deep, strong silence fell. Shivers ran down my spine. Josh stepped back. 


Last word he said before going in the pitch black room.


Deep Blue sky