A chuby looking man, with messy hair wearing a pair of baggy clothes, was walking admist the streets of an under developed city.
With an intense look, he gazed at the dirty buildings, made from rusty metal that looked like they would fall down any minute.
The streets weren't paved and he would step on sewage that had bursted out, flies, rats and other rodents were making the streets their playground.
Bagging and theft looked like an official job, an endless amounts of criminal activities were being performed and nothing could be done about it.
Hunger was like a never ending anthem, which resulted in humans eating other human, as a source of food.
The fair white skinned chuby man, continued to walk, ignoring everything around him as various thoughts were on his mind.
'Why?' He kept asking himself the same questions, but the answers got no replies.
'Why do I keep on thinking, that I must be doing something important, but I can't tell what it is?'
'Why does the name Singh Roger keep on appearing in my mind?'
'Why does it feel like part of my memories are missing?'
'Why do I keep on dreaming about Warewolves? Everyone knows that such things don't exist.'
'Who are the blurry people in my memories?'
'Who is Penny Dell and Joey Parry?'
"Ahhh," A loud groan came from Hyeon's mouth as his head started to hurt and he crouched down a little. It was something that happened whenever he had those thoughts.
He stopped asking himself questions he couldn't get any answers and continued to walk aimlessly. His mother had just died, so there was nothing in Hyeon's life that would be a reason to keep him living anymore. His Novel is still being reviewed even though a year has passed.
He continued to walk with the same dull expresion as before. Hyeon walked for hours until he started to see a change in scenery.
The horrofic scent that lingered in the air was now replaced with a nice forestic smell. The side roads ware paved with concrete and cars would be seen moving in the tared road.
Well built Middle sized buildings were in Hyeon's eye rage, he smiled while saying, "I finally made it out of that hell hole. I will kill myself in this place and hope to be reborn on a better stand of life."
Hyeon walked towards the nicely tared six way road and waited a few minutes before a black limousine was in his sight, "That would be what takes me to the afterlife."
Hyeon smiled and walked towards the road giving no time for the limousine driver to hit the breaks.
Bam...
Hyeon was hit by the limousine and fell a few metres back. His head was bleeding and his eye sight was blurry, but he kept on carrying a smile on his face and decided to stare at the sun one more time.
"Ohh! my gosh are you still alive?" A sweet voice echoed in his ears and his eyes could only see a blurry figure in a navy blue formal suit.
'Not only dying from being hit with a cool car, but a hot lady as well. I am such a lucky guy,' Hyeon thought as his life drift away.
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On the black and white second floor, Joey was running from two ugly cheeters that were poorly drawn, the two cheeters looked more like two ugly jackels with cheeter spots on them.
Joey has been running away from the cheeters ever since he left Dwayne and the coward didn't stop even once to fight the two ugly cheeters.
Joey kept on running until he saw something wrong with his left hand, his fingures were vanishing away, but he felt no pain.
"What the fuck is this?" Joey stopped moving and saw the black and white cheeters staring at him without moving, "So your job was to chase me to a place I would disappear without me noticing." Joey got no answer and continued, "So the only way to get out of here is to kill that Warewolf." A soft sigh left his mouth before saying, "You guys are not going to make this easy are you?"
Joey couldn't tranform, but he could still use his Nether. A grey light covered his black and white body and locked eyes with the two ugly cheeters.
"Growl" The cheeter growled and charged directly at Joey, who showed amazing agility by narrowly dodging the attacks.
The two cheeters went beyond him and vanished into nothing, like they were erased from existance.
"What the hell?" Joey was suprized, but quickly regained as a small smile formed from his lips, "So going there means, I would kill myself.
If I stay within rage, I would keep my life until Singh comes and saved me, but the downside to that, would be that Dwayne can move and I will be erased none the less."
Sigh...
Joey sighed a little as he began moving towards the place were he last saw Dwayne. The way there was colourless and non-eventful.
Joey spotted Dwayne sitting on an arm chair, while holding a drawing pencil, he waved into the air like he was drawing something.
"You came back," Dwayne said to Joey as he kept on drawing on empty air, "What changed your mind little mouse?"
Joey gulped down his saliva and haulted his steps, "Nothing really, I just want to face my fears and make sure you won't be seeing the light of day again."
"Is that so little mouse? I don't believe in your words, why don't you show me," The Warewolf answered as he kept on drawing as it smiled at the pathetic human.
Joey gritted his teath and a grey Nether light surrounded his black and white body, "I am sick and tired of running away, like a coward all the time. I will show you and everybody that."
"Ohh! really, try fighting against your father Kyle Parry," Dwayne said, as he stopped drawing and a figure of a black and white middle aged man with short hair wearing a turtle neck materialised.
Joey was suprized at the sight of the figure, it was someone he looked up too his whole child, but suddenly disappeared one day without living a word.
"Dad," Joey's voice was weak as he stared at the figure that was taking on a boxing stance.
Dwayne smiled sadistically before saying, "He is your dad alright. Are you going to kill your own father little mouse, okokokoko.... kokoko,"
The black and white Kyle charged at the dazzed Joey, who was punched directly at the chest, sending him flying a few metre back.
Dwayne smilled and said, "Are you watching this in heaven Kyle? your own drawing is going to end your own son. kokoko..."
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"Huff... huff..." Penny was taking in large amounts of air as she finally found a place to hide the never ending group of stage 3 Warewolves that surrounded the whole first floor. Her clothes wear not in a perfect shape just like her.
"Why can't they die. Am I missing something impotant here?" She asked herself as she lay back on the wooden table.
Bang..
A warewolf's hand penetrated through the table Penny lay her back on.
"Tsk, they found me gain." Penny said as she grabbed a 30 cm iron bar, before standing up. She was only left with enough Nether to keep her standing, as she lost most of it during the early minutes of the fight.
She kicked the table, pushing away the mindless Warewolves coming towards her. This gave her the chance to swing her iron bar towards the other Warewolves.
The iron bar didn't have much effect on the Warewolves, but it twisted the Warewolf's heads resulting in them stopped for a few seconds.
Penny clashed with the Warewolves for a few minutes, and she quickly judged that she wouldn't stay alive if she kept on doing the same thing.
'Just what makes these Warewolve immortal' She asked herself as she blocked the attacks coming at her.
A light bulb snaped in her head and she found out the reason behind the Warewolves immortality.
'Its the piano player, she is the one causing this,' Penny thought as she glared at the big stage where a red haired girl with ringtales, played the piano.
The road to the stage had fewer Warewolves making it easy for Penny to navigate through. She quickly arrived at the stage, but before she could do anything, millions of Warewolves grabbed her without living an openning.
Vista kept on playing her piano not minding the Warewolves feasting on Penny,"♪... I am laying on the ground, but I got you now... Stop turning around, I don't need you now....♪"
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Looking at the scene while standing at the door of the Cafè were Ruber and Summer.
"Did you want to save her Summer?" Ruber asked Summer whom was giving Vista an intense look.
Summer shock her head before answering, "No, I don't want to mess up your first meal Dad,"
Ruber smiled and patted her head before saying, "Thank you Summer."
"For what?"
"Everything."
"Everything like what Dad?"
"Shh... be silent, we will be spotted if we keep on making noise."
"Don't change the topic Dad,"
Ruber ignored Summer and locked his eyes towards the hole that connected the floors together.