Prologue ( Naoki shinta )
What do you think when you look at someone supposedly crazy? Do you stare? Or maybe just ignore? These are common reactions to the broken or dysfunctional. Life is congested with so many emotions and people it could overflow the entire ocean. So what do people think when they look at me? Well, the most relevant thought would have to be. Who's this guy? Not very exciting but what can people do except from being boring. Things in this world are twisted is something I soon learned since I opened my eyes. Intents turn clear almost transparent. The only way to describe how I see these things is a shadow I see behind everybody, almost a silhouette yet opaque. They whisper and chat into the person's ear. And change color and shape to influence people in many ways. The things people desire can range from a soap opera to more common revolting things. Its so sickening sometimes so I often just think, like this like what I'm doing now.
"Hey! Freak where do you think you're staring at!"
I look up, my messy black hair moving slightly as I do so. "I'm sorry do you need something?" I ask the punk cliché who's currently pinning me to a wall in an alleyway. His breath reeks of cigarettes and his shirt is tacky. Terrible fashion sense I think looking up at him. A disgustingly similar shadow rests on his shoulder practically yelling in this guy's ear to mug me. So that's his intention, not the most beneficial idea. If I were him I'd knock me out and sell my guts to some shady black market seller. Or you could sell me to some slave driver. But I really don't know much about the black markets incomes so either would do. That would definitely get more money just as long as you cover it up."I'm going to be late for school so could you hurry up and-"
"Shut the hell up and give me your money!" He barks in my ear I wince that was pretty loud and utterly stupid. Doesn't the punk know people could have heard? "so idiotic" I say out loud. The guy's face twists in rage as the shadow on his shoulder is now a shouting monster growing in size. A horrid grin slithered onto the things grotesque face. Followed by manic laughter like an unearthly tremor.
"Hey! What are you doing?! A police officer asks at the opening of the alley. The punk says something under his breath most likely a swear. He then shoves me against the wall, hard winding me slightly. And makes a run for it dashing out the other end of the alley. I took that as my Que to leave my lungs slightly ragged as I regain my breath. I then make my exit, ignoring the officers prodding until he grabs my arm. "sir I can't just let you leave I would like to ask you a few quest-" "what an inconvenience" I say to myself as I run away to my destination losing the police officer in the process. I heard him muttering something about stupid teenagers but I didn't wait to listen. why would I listen to someone who just wasted my precious time.
Somewhere beyond a paint-chipped door, the smell of blood lingers in the air it's revolting scent mixing with the foul stench of stomach acid.
