For today story I start with a question: Do you remember the tradition where during certain event, we as a group exchanging presents between each others? Like you don't know who will receive yours gift, but you still shall pick up something that represents you. Who you are, or what you doing, or like. But the present still shall be useful and be used by other person.
In that manner, it was a winter time, a day of the gift exchanges, but yet there was no snow coverage, no snowing, or such. Our group was already on move, going to leaving some kind of administration building, or a hotel like institution, maybe it was our work place. At first I… my arm, had been secured by (this other person?) (warm embrace?) as if holding onto me. Yet it seemed that I was been lead or directly dragged, through a series of check point, like a rotary doors/turnstile and such.
Yet I kinda cant remember who exactly was the person who hold captive my hand. It was friend? Or a foe? Was I hold dearly? Or dragged away? It dint seems to matter.
As group, we all walked together even if get out. Target destination, a gathering place few streets away. It seemed like a peaceful walk with conversation going smoothly in this team. There was no need to pay so much attention to whats going around.
Yet the supposed merry story taking a sudden turn when on certain intersection or such, a comical crash occurred. Like when a somehow short girl in Santa helper costume head-shot crash onto me from such angle, that I was forced to fall back on my back, spraying on ground like shoot down. Yet all what I saw in my face, was (something white).
When the girl finally stand up, and I manage to sit up, I kinda recognize the fella. Because between us was this awkward age difference, I tried to play it off friendly. "Hey, what are you doing here?" But, the girl stay silent in embarrassment. It was her older companion of her was this girl wearing similar Santa helper costume, who was panicky apologize to me for an accident that occurred. Me standing up and waving that incident off with my hand as if nothing serious has happened and no harm was done. They take hint and move away.
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This was the moment when I realize that my group was gone and I was all alone. I knew that I muss catch up to them. Glancing to side, I saw a stairs up to casino at second floor, from where was a good glance at training grounds of a local sport team. Yet the game hazard institution was obviously not our planed gathering spot. So I glanced at the nearly animal like path between quite long sport areal wall on one side, a greenery belt whit tree line in middle and others building on other side. This pat was going for a quite a long. I know that path, the group had to take that route by forming a line and somehow I fell out of it. I dint even manage to see the people train in distance, that's how much I must be behind. It was a nice shortcut we used more that one time to get onto gathering spot.
I decide to speed up my pace and spread my wings to take into sky. Rising up several tens meters above ground, I went across the training grounds green field, with grass still green on many spots even on this season. A quick fly above this more that half kilometer [0.32 miles] long area and I shall caught with them in no time.
It shall be an out of season for sport events by local team, yet still-- someone was standing in milled of the of the field. I cant quite remember, who it was, but I can surely say; that it was someone wearing a dark cape coat, and that someone was really angry. Still hundred meters away, that someone was (staring?) directly at me and shouted something in my direction, as if that person was waiting there just for me.
I got curious about whats going on and then my eyes widened open, when I barely evade a Propelled Grenade Rocket fired at me by him. "Are you serious!!" That RPG nearly hit me directly on face! One hit and it will shot me down from sky.
In (I won't touching this!) expression, I decide to double the speed, fly above that dark cape person and caught with my group first.
Yet, as I thing I am on my leave, like 20 meters above field to grain more speed, I sensed a threat. I barely evaded to side to observe with freak out eye as second propelled grenade tries to lick me and overfly. Then the next rocket flew, in such accuracy; that forced me to do a fighter plane like Hig-G barrel roll evasion maneuver just to avoid being hit. But the propelled grenades keep coming.
Just how many of them that person have? And how is capable to launched them so quickly? Dang, say about a thoroughly aggressive defensive play. If this was some anti pests feature to prevent unwanted animal to stain the grounds, then someone seriously screwed something.
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Eventually I make it to other side of the play field and pass above the wall. I still don't understand what that person was shouting at me, but I had I truly need to catch up with my group. As I glanced around I dint notice any damage, explosions or screams from those straight anti armor shots. I dint even think about it as I drop my altitude to slalom between trees, and residential houses, as if I expect that shadow cape coat person to pursuit me. In order to shake the pursuer, I even pierce through a tree crown on place where it was a shallow. However I still heard that person shouting at me from far distance as if he was capable to keep with me in this wild chase. I was not looking back to check it up, if that was the case.
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Anyway, I reached the rendezvous point, that at this point of year and current event, was a two story tall mall or a venue, full of people. Well, not so full, but still a lot of people in.
On a second floor, I found one person from our group siting at table on side. It was a girl drinking her hot drink. I hasty take cover behind her, but more like between her and wall. She look at me, and I know there is no time for a long explanation. "Something scary is pursuing me!" In calm voice she asked me, if she shall call others for help, yet I shake my head. "No! Just give the word to others." (I don't know?; why I told to her that, like that, when I was in desperate need for help.) Anyway, I briefly check the gift package next to her, reading the name tags on it. It was a mixture of two different names. Clearly an indicator that this present already exchanged its owner, from the donor to the donee. Somehow, it make me feel down for a second.
Whoever the rest period was done, because I sensed a dreadful presence. The person that pursued me was there, in the venue and close. So I ran, searching for others.
That's when on intersection bridge, a bullets starts to fly, piercing, tearing the pavement bridge from below. I shout: "That's a brawling machine-gun!" That think was installed on a fighter airplanes to tear apart other planes and destroy stuff. Its not a joke to face something like this!
Once again I barely avoided the fire barrage by jumping/ throwing itself to side. Yet, the suppressive fire was so strong that a section of the floor I was on, falls down.
I fell down too. But this time, I was defeated. As the ruble settle down, there was no screaming from people around and no sounds of alarms running wild on background.
I had no strength to stand up, so I only glanced by one open eye as the dark cape coat person was approaching me, putting that big weapon on side. Once again there was something uncomprehending leaving its mouth.
"What is he saying?! Something about not having a present? That's not true!" My hand make a shaky movement as if I tried to pull out something from inside pocket of my coat. Yet the strength abandoned my body and I faint off.
That dark person, got interested of what I tried to hint out and come closer to investigate. Even intending to open my jacket to look what I am hiding.
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What the heck was going on?! From the comedy crash on the corner with a girl in santa suit, where I had my face obstruct in full white; the situation went crazy. Like in a war movie! Only now I start to think if this is not the case of an extreme yandere and a misunderstand dense protagonist. Or there is a need for an exorcist intervention?
Now, I can reveal what will be my present. I am an artist, so my gift will be a diary book. But not just, the booklet; I will attach a portable/movable pencil case with colorful pencils to it, turning that diary into skycar book. Adding a pad with lines for writing words on those white pages, making this a portable station for art, story and dreams. The best thing is that it can be small like a diary or note booklet that can fit into a pocket.
"So doctor what I shall do?"
A person (in mirror?) think deeply. … "Hm… how about?-- To wake up, with you head resting on lap pillow? You know-- That face crash was really a seriously one, that will know out anybody..."
(That piece of information confused me to point, that I suddenly awake in such resting pose.) "What?/He?…"
[End]
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[Yandere- character who fits the archetype of being genuinely kind, loving, or gentle, but suddenly switching to being aggressive or deranged.
By Dretnoth 25 Dec 2024, inspired by dream from after 24th.]