Prologue
PS: If you saw a similar title on the search bar with two chapters, it was still me. I forgot the password of my old inkitt account. The email was no longer accessible too for recovery.
A QUICK WARNING BEFORE READING:
-This story contains mature themes. This series is called
Reality Series
so expect some not so good truths about reality being depicted here. The genre is fantasy but it won't stop your
dear author
from diving into some realistic themes. These themes however were
tailored not to be romanticized
but to urge people that each of them are
grave matters concerning our society.
The author is also aiming to create a relatable piece of literature despite it being fictional.
Irony is a beautiful art.
-This story promotes equal love between two men. If you're homophobic don't waste your time pointing out things that you say you hate and don't waste my time dealing with you. The things you hate, hate you too, I'm certain. I won't adjust just because you're not comfortable so better leave.
HE can feel his hand trembling as he tries to write on his notepad what transpired as of this moment. He couldn't stop, maybe it's the only thing that could calm his nerves; to be serene even if he might die today. Beads of sweat ran like rain in his forehead, he clicked his tongue as he set his eyes to his assailants; tall lean muscular figures wearing weird suits with cat ears and tail, all of them pointing their badass looking guns at him. Guns that only existed in sci-fi movies.
"D-Do something!" he heard a small voice coming from his side. The person seemed to be crying based on his muffled hiccups.
He turned his gaze to his side and saw the owner of the voice. An attractive guy with a neck-length messed-up silver hair, on top of that hair, is a pair of gray cat ears. His cheeks colored pink because of crying and big green eyes coated with tears.
He heard the guns click and he unconsciously wrote down on his notepad, 'I don't wanna die' and stared again. Mind blank.
If he will write a flash-fiction now, this must be the exact content-I don't wanna die.
He started to chant it in his mind as his hands ran cold and his body started to shake.
This isn't real, right?
This may just be an aftereffect of stress from his agent and he's just dreaming.
"Damn you! We're going to die and yet you'll just stare like death isn't a serious business?!" The soft voice now turned into a deep baritone tone; one indicating impatience and rage.
He looked at him and blinked his eyes then looked in his notepad then repeated until a loud slap could be heard startling him, and even the two assailants.
"This is real! Snap out of it, idiot!"
