The First Day
Mark stared at the being before him, Too describe his feeling in one word? Stunned, Though he could only guess anyone would feel this way after being told something that outrageous. So why did he believe them?
Maybe it was the fact that this figured seemed to literally be ON FIRE Defiantly not something that you see everyday. Adorned in a pure white robe of sorts, his hair was smoothed back on his head. Consumed in a white fire, that billowed up around him, yet seemed to give off no smoke.
"Uhh... What, exactly did you say again?" mark managed to mumbled something audible. Much to the personage's discontent, they visibly shook he head before speaking
"The world may end in nine days, Depending on how you live your life." he repeated with a perfect serenity. It was almost alluring, almost.
"Uh-huh" Mark found him self nodded, his thoughts were a jumbled train wreck. Quickly shaking the feeling, off he responded. "Wait, what!? this doesn't make any sense!"
"Relax, Just try not to do anything stupid and the world wont end.... Maybe."
"Maybe!?" The figure didn't bother responding, he turned away and. he was gone, Just in a single instant. Mark could only stare at the place he was just a few seconds ago. Mind ablaze with questions, yet no answers to satisfy the raging fire.
Slowly, Marked turned away and began walking. He hadn't parked his car that far away from the road. It was probably just some prank after all. their's noway that could have been real?
Still something was off, Sure people normally don't wear pure white clothing and stand in white fire. yet for whatever reason this simply felt, real. As soon as he heard the door click behind him, mark let out a long sigh. "Jeez, the world will Maybe end in nine days. What kind of joke is this?"
He tossed his keys on the small table that stood guard to his door, as he shuffled into his apartment, though small. He realized he hadn't accomplished anything that he set out to do, but who could with that kind of news weighing down their shoulder. If what the fire man said is true than maybe even picking out the wrong shirt could end the world.
"Heh, that's a funny concept, the doomsday shirt." Mark chuckled at his own joke as he leaned back, falling into his couch and landing with a loud poofing noise. staring up at the ceiling he cursed in his head. This was defiantly some cruel joke!