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Chapter 1: I Am Called A Fool And Then I Die
Chapter 1: I Am Called A Fool And Then I Die
Finally, a room that I imagined would fit in this setting.
It was a tall, circular room, dimly lit by blue braziers in random points along the wall. Blue and purple curtains hang on tiers that surround the floor I'm currently standing on. In the middle shone a floating crystal. Every step I take towards it changes its color to each of the rainbow's hues.
But the room was empty, save for me. It was kind of eerie, standing there, illuminated by the faint light of the giant jewel. But I steel myself, knowing I've been in these kinds of places before whenever I play my games. Always a single, radiating, pulsating, glowing crystal. My gut tells me that this is gonna be a start of an adventure, like beginning a new game. I walk towards it. Slowly at first. Who knows? It could be a trap. Then I stop a mere arm's reach in front of it. It hums slightly. It's probably brimming with some life-invigorating energy, or encasing some dead guy's spirit. Ah, but being an avid gamer makes me think of these ideas so compulsively.
Anyway, I reach out and try to touch it, when I hear that multitude of voices speak again.
"Stop. Touching the Stone would only endanger your life."
My hand automatically pulls back. I wait again for the voice. Silence. Then I remember the third law of Newton: an object only reacts when you act upon it. Or something. Either way, I'll have to do something. Speak up.
"Why am I here? Who are you?", I ask the circular room. Immediately after my question came the answer. And immediately, the floor started to warm up.
"You are a Potential Fool. A blank slate, a clean sheet of paper. You are an untainted mind, and you are here because we, the Maestro, has seen the power in you."
Did they just call me a fool? And what did they mean by untainted? Years huddled in front of my PC, wallowing in the bottom of the Internet did nothing but 'taint' it.
"Who are you?" I ask again. I receive a short answer. "We are the Maestro."
I grumble. Better ask something with sense. "Where is my family?"
"Your family is just an illusion. You were brought here for the special reason of being a Potential Fool."
"Stop this!" I yell before the 'Maestro' even finishes.
Silence befell that circular room again. I felt like I angered whoever was speaking. "I'm sorry?" I whimpered. The Stone vibrated. Then I realize it wasn't a Stone at all. It was a viewing lens. Nothing magical was with it. At least, not that I know of. The lens slowly lowered down and lights flickered and turned on around me. Across from me, the wall parted, revealing a narrow doorway. This time a single, male voice rang out.
"Come on, through here!", the voice said. I followed it, and entered the doorway.
Now I'm in a blank white room. What, more hidden voices? I thought. I tapped on the floor with my bare feet. I knocked on the wall. I kick it, only to receive a sharp pain on my big toes. I paced around hopelessly until I hear that voice again.
The guy was actually standing with his back to me, I barely noticed him. He was wearing the same robes as I am, except it was just plain white. His hood was smoldering; like he didn't want anything covering his head and face. His face.
He would've been handsome. His star-like blue eyes. His thin lips. A straight perfect nose. Except half of his face was burned off. But he smiled at me. This is probably the friendliest gesture I've encountered since having that small man open the door for me. I was staring at his seared face for a long time I barely noticed the hand he was offering me. I took it and shook hands.
"My name's Harvey Maarl." He said in a light voice.
"I'm...I'm Mariell." I said, trying to trust him. We let go of our hands and stared at each other.
"Did you see those burned skeletons in the last room?" He was looking at the top of my shoulder. I didn't notice anything back there at all. It was so dark and I focused on that crystal I didn't really see anything else. So I shake my head.
Then I come to the conclusion that whoever got stuck in there was burnt to a crisp.
"Y'know, it makes me wonder why they only let two people in a room like this." He was walking away from me. I feel something bad is gonna happen. Like the floor would open up. Or the walls would close in, crushing our bones.
"Maybe we're gonna have to kill each other."
I didn't realize that it came from me. I cupped my hands over my mouth. My eyes widen in shock. Harvey stood a few meters away from me. Staring at me. His eyes were wide too. And then his face went blank and expressionless. He nods. "You're right. Whoever lives would get out of here."
He lunges at me. I felt his fist against my right cheek and I'm thrown down to the floor. He hit me! I feel the sting on my cheek, opening and closing my mouth in an effort to get back the feeling in my jaw. I see him closing his eyes and putting his hands together. Is he praying? Then a flash of light appears and he's holding a long, double-edged sword. He is gonna kill me. I focus myself, but all that came to my mind was a toaster. One appeared on my hand and I threw it at my opponent. It missed but he was startled at my power to have summoned something complex in just small time. I tried focusing again and this time pulled up a flat iron.
I was now standing up. "You really are a woman!" He said, laughing, and charged at me. I had nothing to do but block his sword. To my surprise, his sword broke. The shard that would've skewered me shot above my head, sticking itself against the blank white wall. "What the -- ?" But before he had time to finish, I smacked him on the chin with the iron. Which turned out to be titanium. "Serves you right for hitting a girl." I was actually smiling right now.
He focused again and this time summoned a menacing battle ax. With blood stains. It made me think why he needed to add bloodstains since it's all scary without them.
I slid the iron at his feet. And as I expected, he dodged it. But he didn't expect the flying copper thermos heading straight at his face.
It hit him square in the eye, gave a satisfying sound of broken cheekbones and staggered backward, dropping the bloodied ax to the ground. Now he's mad.
Sporting a black eye, he was now circling me. He summoned a large spear. But I was ready for him. I summoned a television set. Gold this time. He charged. I threw the T.V. set.
His head was caught in it. I willed the T.V. set to electrocute him, but not until he threw me back the spear.
I've never felt this kind of pain before. Warm, cold and stinging. I looked down and see the spear sticking into me. I already know Harvey's dead. But that's the least of my worries. Right now I'm losing liters of blood. And my vision's already darkening. Or is it that the lights are going out. I don't know. I see light. There's a figure at the end. Feminine. Am I seeing my own soul leaving?
I black out.
Finally, a room that I imagined would fit in this setting.
It was a tall, circular room, dimly lit by blue braziers in random points along the wall. Blue and purple curtains hang on tiers that surround the floor I'm currently standing on. In the middle shone a floating crystal. Every step I take towards it changes its color to each of the rainbow's hues.
But the room was empty, save for me. It was kind of eerie, standing there, illuminated by the faint light of the giant jewel. But I steel myself, knowing I've been in these kinds of places before whenever I play my games. Always a single, radiating, pulsating, glowing crystal. My gut tells me that this is gonna be a start of an adventure, like beginning a new game. I walk towards it. Slowly at first. Who knows? It could be a trap. Then I stop a mere arm's reach in front of it. It hums slightly. It's probably brimming with some life-invigorating energy, or encasing some dead guy's spirit. Ah, but being an avid gamer makes me think of these ideas so compulsively.
Anyway, I reach out and try to touch it, when I hear that multitude of voices speak again.
"Stop. Touching the Stone would only endanger your life."
My hand automatically pulls back. I wait again for the voice. Silence. Then I remember the third law of Newton: an object only reacts when you act upon it. Or something. Either way, I'll have to do something. Speak up.
"Why am I here? Who are you?", I ask the circular room. Immediately after my question came the answer. And immediately, the floor started to warm up.
"You are a Potential Fool. A blank slate, a clean sheet of paper. You are an untainted mind, and you are here because we, the Maestro, has seen the power in you."
Did they just call me a fool? And what did they mean by untainted? Years huddled in front of my PC, wallowing in the bottom of the Internet did nothing but 'taint' it.
"Who are you?" I ask again. I receive a short answer. "We are the Maestro."
I grumble. Better ask something with sense. "Where is my family?"
"Your family is just an illusion. You were brought here for the special reason of being a Potential Fool."
"Stop this!" I yell before the 'Maestro' even finishes.
Silence befell that circular room again. I felt like I angered whoever was speaking. "I'm sorry?" I whimpered. The Stone vibrated. Then I realize it wasn't a Stone at all. It was a viewing lens. Nothing magical was with it. At least, not that I know of. The lens slowly lowered down and lights flickered and turned on around me. Across from me, the wall parted, revealing a narrow doorway. This time a single, male voice rang out.
"Come on, through here!", the voice said. I followed it, and entered the doorway.
Now I'm in a blank white room. What, more hidden voices? I thought. I tapped on the floor with my bare feet. I knocked on the wall. I kick it, only to receive a sharp pain on my big toes. I paced around hopelessly until I hear that voice again.
The guy was actually standing with his back to me, I barely noticed him. He was wearing the same robes as I am, except it was just plain white. His hood was smoldering; like he didn't want anything covering his head and face. His face.
He would've been handsome. His star-like blue eyes. His thin lips. A straight perfect nose. Except half of his face was burned off. But he smiled at me. This is probably the friendliest gesture I've encountered since having that small man open the door for me. I was staring at his seared face for a long time I barely noticed the hand he was offering me. I took it and shook hands.
"My name's Harvey Maarl." He said in a light voice.
"I'm...I'm Mariell." I said, trying to trust him. We let go of our hands and stared at each other.
"Did you see those burned skeletons in the last room?" He was looking at the top of my shoulder. I didn't notice anything back there at all. It was so dark and I focused on that crystal I didn't really see anything else. So I shake my head.
Then I come to the conclusion that whoever got stuck in there was burnt to a crisp.
"Y'know, it makes me wonder why they only let two people in a room like this." He was walking away from me. I feel something bad is gonna happen. Like the floor would open up. Or the walls would close in, crushing our bones.
"Maybe we're gonna have to kill each other."
I didn't realize that it came from me. I cupped my hands over my mouth. My eyes widen in shock. Harvey stood a few meters away from me. Staring at me. His eyes were wide too. And then his face went blank and expressionless. He nods. "You're right. Whoever lives would get out of here."
He lunges at me. I felt his fist against my right cheek and I'm thrown down to the floor. He hit me! I feel the sting on my cheek, opening and closing my mouth in an effort to get back the feeling in my jaw. I see him closing his eyes and putting his hands together. Is he praying? Then a flash of light appears and he's holding a long, double-edged sword. He is gonna kill me. I focus myself, but all that came to my mind was a toaster. One appeared on my hand and I threw it at my opponent. It missed but he was startled at my power to have summoned something complex in just small time. I tried focusing again and this time pulled up a flat iron.
I was now standing up. "You really are a woman!" He said, laughing, and charged at me. I had nothing to do but block his sword. To my surprise, his sword broke. The shard that would've skewered me shot above my head, sticking itself against the blank white wall. "What the -- ?" But before he had time to finish, I smacked him on the chin with the iron. Which turned out to be titanium. "Serves you right for hitting a girl." I was actually smiling right now.
He focused again and this time summoned a menacing battle ax. With blood stains. It made me think why he needed to add bloodstains since it's all scary without them.
I slid the iron at his feet. And as I expected, he dodged it. But he didn't expect the flying copper thermos heading straight at his face.
It hit him square in the eye, gave a satisfying sound of broken cheekbones and staggered backward, dropping the bloodied ax to the ground. Now he's mad.
Sporting a black eye, he was now circling me. He summoned a large spear. But I was ready for him. I summoned a television set. Gold this time. He charged. I threw the T.V. set.
His head was caught in it. I willed the T.V. set to electrocute him, but not until he threw me back the spear.
I've never felt this kind of pain before. Warm, cold and stinging. I looked down and see the spear sticking into me. I already know Harvey's dead. But that's the least of my worries. Right now I'm losing liters of blood. And my vision's already darkening. Or is it that the lights are going out. I don't know. I see light. There's a figure at the end. Feminine. Am I seeing my own soul leaving?
I black out.
Wednesday, December 25, 2013
First chapter's done!
Done with the first chapter. Hahahaha. Next chapter's probably gonna take a week or so. Whatwith the gaming and reading and other stuff... Anyway happy holidays! :)
Chapter 0: Robed and Not Ready
Chapter 0: Robed and Not Ready
My name's Mariell Knowles. I'm an introvert, a gamer, bookworm and possibly the nerdiest girl you'll ever know. And this is probably the weirdest day of my life. I look like a sixteen year old kid but I'm actually 23 years old. Probably because I'm four-foot eleven. Probably because of my pale skin. I don't know. I don't have that many friends. Sometimes I leave my Facebook account open while I play games, blog, or read eBooks so that people think I have a life. And that's about it. Nothing eventful ever happens to someone living most of their lives in a dark, locked room. Until now.
So yeah, I was falling down straight to oblivion for God knows why, naked and wet. Last thing I remember was taking a shower...huh, that probably explains why I'm in this state. Anyway, it felt like 50 miles per hour, I dunno.
Then I found myself, surprisingly, standing on a warm linoleum floor. The room has, well, no walls. All I see around me was silent, black space. Like, a cosmic kind of space. I feared I might drop if I walk too far along the edge. It was so...so amazing that I almost forgot -- well, completely forgot about a small robed man in front of me. I covered myself. Who knows how long he's been standing there looking at me?
"Done admiring the walls? Come on, then," he beckoned with an air of irritation. Perhaps he's been doing this kind of welcoming thing every time someone drops from the sky for a long time. What struck me is his weird, but familiar attire. He wore a white robe with blue trimmings along its hood. Like a mage from a fantasy video game. Out if nowhere he pulled out a set of clothes.
"Put these on, the Maestro does not take too kindly to naked Potentials." Maestro? Just where am I exactly? And what did he mean by a Potential? This feels like a video game.
I put on the clothes and they fit me like a glove. It was a set of white and red robes, complete with underwear. But no shoes at all. "Wow! What are these?" I know it's a stupid question. They're robes, of course. I put them on and brushed my dark hair to the side like I always do, and tie it in a high tail.
"They're... Let's say they unlock certain characteristics in you. There. Happy? Now come on, the Maestro awaits," he starts walking. Suddenly there's a white door materializing a few feet in front of the small man, "And if you have any more questions, the Maestro would be very happy to address them." I followed him through the door and walked on void, along walls of empty space.
At last we reach a narrow black door. Smooth and dark. I stare blankly at it for a second before I hear the short man grumble. I drop my gaze at him and allow him to open the door. "I'm not allowed to go inside the lobby. Go on ahead," he nods at the door and walks away. Suddenly he stops on his tracks. "Oh, and remember, when you're at the receptionist's desk, look for the Maestro," he added before continuing on and disappearing . I walk into the door.
It's not how I expected it. I expected some high-roofed, cathedral-like hall with lots of people in same robes like me strolling around, going to where needs be. No. Not like that.
It looked like a police reception area. Just a long hall, numerous benches on either side with people in assorted attires sitting in them. Some wearing the same robes I wear, others are in business suits, still others in extravagant attire, as if attending a party. Lots of people walk, trot, skip and run across the hall. Going about their business. Different expressions. Different people. Too many people. Oh my god. I think I'm gonna lose my mind. I shake my head. No. This is my new life now. I pull up my hood over my head. Then I start remembering my past one.
My little brother who's still in high school, probably tinkering with my computer right now. My mom, going around asking in her forensics department on my last known location. My dad, probably looking for me at my university right now, asking the other professors. My huge cat, Cookie, probably chowing down on some bird outside our house. I miss them, and my hair stands on end.
I never cried in my life. I just get goosebumps when I'm sad. People think I'm weird that way. I shake my head again. They'll miss me, but sooner or later I'd return and explain. Right now I gotta find that Maestro and ask whoever he is on why am I here. I start getting mad. Why me? There's a lot other people in the world. Why not them? Why me, a small, skinny, pale introvert with no special skills whatsoever?
I start walking slowly to the end of the hall, where the reception desk was at. The floor was dusty, like it wasn't swept in weeks. I feel like everyone's looking at me right now. I remember my first days in high school. It was just like this. Everyone stared at me. Sizing me up. If I was like those popular girls or otherwise. I paid them no attention, but they did. They bullied me, but not much. Because I got this sort of aura that scares most people into just saying that I'm a creep. But this was different. Everyone never paid me the slightest glance. I walked a bit faster. And in no time at all I'm in front of the desk.
"What do you want?" a bored voice speaks from behind the glass. Sitting there was the oldest living receptionist I've seen. She wore thick makeup which failed miserably in hiding her age. She's just sitting there, holding a showbiz magazine, in her moldy yellow vest with an ID saying "Happy to serve you! My name is Rhonda!" looking smugly at me and occasionally at the people walking behind me. "I...uhh..." I stutter. Not sure on what I'd say, the receptionist said, "Are you looking for the Maestro? If you are, I can lead you to where you need to go. I ain't got all day."
I nod. She pointed me to a purple door at the left of her desk. "Take the elevator to the 1054th floor. That should be enough. Now run along.", then she returned to her reading like nothing happened. I walked to the door and opened it.
Again, space. I got into it. The door closes behind and I can't hear anything anymore. The door behind me disappears. Everything around me disappears. Like when I walked through to the reception area. A glowing...something appears in front of me, labeled "1054". I press it and I feel that rush whenever I'm in an elevator. But it's not going up. It's going down. And left. Then diagonally right, then forward. And many other directions. I'm getting sick. Then it stops. Materializing in front of me is a maroon door. Seriously, differently colored doors are a trend here. I'm not ready, but I knock. A multitude of voices inside speak.
"Enter."
My heart races.
My name's Mariell Knowles. I'm an introvert, a gamer, bookworm and possibly the nerdiest girl you'll ever know. And this is probably the weirdest day of my life. I look like a sixteen year old kid but I'm actually 23 years old. Probably because I'm four-foot eleven. Probably because of my pale skin. I don't know. I don't have that many friends. Sometimes I leave my Facebook account open while I play games, blog, or read eBooks so that people think I have a life. And that's about it. Nothing eventful ever happens to someone living most of their lives in a dark, locked room. Until now.
So yeah, I was falling down straight to oblivion for God knows why, naked and wet. Last thing I remember was taking a shower...huh, that probably explains why I'm in this state. Anyway, it felt like 50 miles per hour, I dunno.
Then I found myself, surprisingly, standing on a warm linoleum floor. The room has, well, no walls. All I see around me was silent, black space. Like, a cosmic kind of space. I feared I might drop if I walk too far along the edge. It was so...so amazing that I almost forgot -- well, completely forgot about a small robed man in front of me. I covered myself. Who knows how long he's been standing there looking at me?
"Done admiring the walls? Come on, then," he beckoned with an air of irritation. Perhaps he's been doing this kind of welcoming thing every time someone drops from the sky for a long time. What struck me is his weird, but familiar attire. He wore a white robe with blue trimmings along its hood. Like a mage from a fantasy video game. Out if nowhere he pulled out a set of clothes.
"Put these on, the Maestro does not take too kindly to naked Potentials." Maestro? Just where am I exactly? And what did he mean by a Potential? This feels like a video game.
I put on the clothes and they fit me like a glove. It was a set of white and red robes, complete with underwear. But no shoes at all. "Wow! What are these?" I know it's a stupid question. They're robes, of course. I put them on and brushed my dark hair to the side like I always do, and tie it in a high tail.
"They're... Let's say they unlock certain characteristics in you. There. Happy? Now come on, the Maestro awaits," he starts walking. Suddenly there's a white door materializing a few feet in front of the small man, "And if you have any more questions, the Maestro would be very happy to address them." I followed him through the door and walked on void, along walls of empty space.
At last we reach a narrow black door. Smooth and dark. I stare blankly at it for a second before I hear the short man grumble. I drop my gaze at him and allow him to open the door. "I'm not allowed to go inside the lobby. Go on ahead," he nods at the door and walks away. Suddenly he stops on his tracks. "Oh, and remember, when you're at the receptionist's desk, look for the Maestro," he added before continuing on and disappearing . I walk into the door.
It's not how I expected it. I expected some high-roofed, cathedral-like hall with lots of people in same robes like me strolling around, going to where needs be. No. Not like that.
It looked like a police reception area. Just a long hall, numerous benches on either side with people in assorted attires sitting in them. Some wearing the same robes I wear, others are in business suits, still others in extravagant attire, as if attending a party. Lots of people walk, trot, skip and run across the hall. Going about their business. Different expressions. Different people. Too many people. Oh my god. I think I'm gonna lose my mind. I shake my head. No. This is my new life now. I pull up my hood over my head. Then I start remembering my past one.
My little brother who's still in high school, probably tinkering with my computer right now. My mom, going around asking in her forensics department on my last known location. My dad, probably looking for me at my university right now, asking the other professors. My huge cat, Cookie, probably chowing down on some bird outside our house. I miss them, and my hair stands on end.
I never cried in my life. I just get goosebumps when I'm sad. People think I'm weird that way. I shake my head again. They'll miss me, but sooner or later I'd return and explain. Right now I gotta find that Maestro and ask whoever he is on why am I here. I start getting mad. Why me? There's a lot other people in the world. Why not them? Why me, a small, skinny, pale introvert with no special skills whatsoever?
I start walking slowly to the end of the hall, where the reception desk was at. The floor was dusty, like it wasn't swept in weeks. I feel like everyone's looking at me right now. I remember my first days in high school. It was just like this. Everyone stared at me. Sizing me up. If I was like those popular girls or otherwise. I paid them no attention, but they did. They bullied me, but not much. Because I got this sort of aura that scares most people into just saying that I'm a creep. But this was different. Everyone never paid me the slightest glance. I walked a bit faster. And in no time at all I'm in front of the desk.
"What do you want?" a bored voice speaks from behind the glass. Sitting there was the oldest living receptionist I've seen. She wore thick makeup which failed miserably in hiding her age. She's just sitting there, holding a showbiz magazine, in her moldy yellow vest with an ID saying "Happy to serve you! My name is Rhonda!" looking smugly at me and occasionally at the people walking behind me. "I...uhh..." I stutter. Not sure on what I'd say, the receptionist said, "Are you looking for the Maestro? If you are, I can lead you to where you need to go. I ain't got all day."
I nod. She pointed me to a purple door at the left of her desk. "Take the elevator to the 1054th floor. That should be enough. Now run along.", then she returned to her reading like nothing happened. I walked to the door and opened it.
Again, space. I got into it. The door closes behind and I can't hear anything anymore. The door behind me disappears. Everything around me disappears. Like when I walked through to the reception area. A glowing...something appears in front of me, labeled "1054". I press it and I feel that rush whenever I'm in an elevator. But it's not going up. It's going down. And left. Then diagonally right, then forward. And many other directions. I'm getting sick. Then it stops. Materializing in front of me is a maroon door. Seriously, differently colored doors are a trend here. I'm not ready, but I knock. A multitude of voices inside speak.
"Enter."
My heart races.
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