Darkness, pure black darkness as far as the eye can see.
That's all I saw as a I flooted in the void.
"Where am I?"
It was cold, I felt a sense of absolute terror the longer I flooted in this black plain.
"Can... can anyone here me?... help-"
Where was I? Did... did I die? Was I in hell?
Oh God, I'm I?
"Help! Help me! Someone!... God help me!"
Suddenly, a white light burst into existence.
Covering the black plain, bathing me in it.
Then, I heard it...
His voice.
"Jack Turner-"
My eye's widened as I looked at the light, silver energy began to envelope me.
Like a hug, the voice rang out like thunder, yet was calm at the same time. Like a stream of water flowing through a valley.
"Prepare yourself, for you have been chosen."
"!"
Suddenly I had multiple visions. the car crash, a black dagger with blood dripping down it, a dead girl being cradled in my arms,
My arm coverd in silver flames and Hebrew letters on the back of my hand, and a silver sword with the same flames and Hebrew letters.
My grandpa's face, then a man on a black thrown. And then...
A figure made of shadows.
"Fake."
"!"
Suddenly I woke up.
I was covered in sweat.
"What... what was that?"
That dream. It was so real. But it was only a dream right? After all.
But, it was so vivid, so detailed.
It felt real.
I shook my head after I sat up, I looked at my clock to see how long I slept. "11:am huh?... four hours..."
I rubbed my eyes and looked at my barren room. I didn't have much in there, just my bed. My desk, and a bookcase which was filled with comic's and light novels, I had the entire index series, monogatari. And rascel does not dream series.
As for comics, I had spider-man and superman. They were my two favorite superheroes for two... no, Three different reasons.
(Which aren't important right now)
I had all of the Golden age omnibuses, same for Superman. As well as Spider-Man blue and all-star superman. But none of the
Modern spider-man story's...
(Zeb wells you suck.)
Neither the new 52.
I digress.
Other then that, I pretty much had nothing else in my room then that, no posters, no figurines, or anything really. I figured I didn't need it...
If I don't need it, I don't want it.
Now...
This beg's the question, do I need light novels and comic's?. Objectively, no.
But, I like those story's because...
They inspire me.
The index series is about a boy who wants to live up to the ideal hero the one's around him
Believe him to be, while struggling with his own identity and ideals.
The Monogatari series is about a boy who comes of age, starting off helping other's, thinking that he himself isn't worthy of help himself, but learning to save himself while saving others.
And rascel does not dream is about coming
To terms with adolescence as well...
But what inspires me the most is how all of the main characters try there hardest to help others...
I guess. What I'm trying to say is I want to be like that.
And so, I keep these books around to...
Sort of, mold myself to be like these protagonists.
Because well... I wanna be a-
No, not yet. I shouldn't tell you that yet.
But all you need to know is, I have a dream.
What that is, is something that you'll find out later.
Plus, I also have another reason why I mold myself like them, it's because well...
My real personality is-
Nevermind.
I took in a deep breath, I was thirsty so I got up and walked out of my room downstairs to the kitchen. I opened the door to the refrigerator and looked for a drink.
But...
'Crap'
Nothing. I must have forgotten to restock.
I closed the door and leaned my back against it,
I had to options.
1: I can drink from the sink.
Pro: my thirst would be quenched and I could go straight back to bed.
Con: it's city water, dispight me growing up in the city, I know that it's not pure,
And my grandpa raised me never to drink it.
2: I can go and get something from seven elven.
Pro: again. I can quench my thirst and head back home and go to bed.
Cons: It's late, and like Lisa sed it's Philadelphia. Even old town gets a lot of crime. And we have a killer on the lose.
Plus... I'm really tired...
The cons out way the pro's, however-
"I don't care."
I walked out of the kitchen. I grabbed my black zip up hood and put it on, I also grab my
Switch blade, just in case things get hairy.
I didn't need to change because I had on black sweat pants, and a black tank top.
I opened the door and put up my hood.
"Let's get going."
* * *
I walked out of the convenience store with a bag filled with bottles of water, as well as a protein bar.
I opened up the bar and bit into it, taking in a deep breath, the cool of the night nibbling my skin, lookink to the side, I saw an old homeless man sitting on the sidewalk, he was asleep.
"..."
I walked back inside and bought some fried chicken and root beer and walked out, I walked over to the old man and tapped on his shoulder.
"Hey... Hey... Old guy-"
I tapped him a few more times before his eyes shot open. "Wha!? Normandy!"
He looked up at me.
"Oh... Hello young man-"
I handed him the box of chicken and root beer, as well as two hundred and fifty dollars.
I know it was reckless handing a stranger that kind of money, but at least it would be enough to let him get a hotel room for the night, and the voice in my head wouldn't let me here the end of it.
"Oh my, thank you young man."
"No problem old timer, take it easy..."
I began to walk away when I heard someone call my name.
Strange... Who? I never told the old man my name, I heard it again, It was coming from across the street, I looked.
And there standing in the shadows was a man in a white cloak, his face obscured by it.
Save for his mouth, he stood there across the street smiling at me.
Then in an instant as a car past him, he was gone. "!"
'what!?... What, what happened?...'
I shook my head.
'I must be seeing things.'
And so I made my way back to the townhouse, shaking off the feelings of uneasyness, Little did I know what awaited me the next day.