Everything - black. Pitch black.
There was only one thing I could do.
Keep running.
Run. Run. Run.
You don't want to die, right?
You don't want to look pathetic.
You don't want do be a burden.
You don't want everyone to hate you.
But it seems like everyone does.
You shouldn't be here.
There's not enough room for the two of us.
I stopped running and turned around to face myself.
But what I saw wasn't myself.
It was huge. Too big.
It seemed tyrannical.
There was no hope.
I'm going to die here.
It noticed me, and in the blink of an eye, I was face to face with it.
Despair washed over me.
***
I opened my eyes slowly, taking in the sounds of cashiers working the register, employees and co workers conversing with customers, and the sound of my boss yelling at me.
It was a truly horrid sight.
Ya know, wouldn't you think the same if a fat 43-year old man managing an old ass fast food diner yelling at a 16 year old, almost 17 year old guy who was just doing his job was what they had to deal with every day?
It was like this every single day, I mean EVERY. SINGLE. DAY. He just hated me because I might've slept with his wife after he decided it would be a jolly idea to slap me in front of all the employees.
I thought today would be no different, with him blabbering and spitting in my face for making small mistakes or misplacing items when really it shouldn't be that much of a problem seeing as I'd only been hired a week ago. I mean, come on, I'm a newbie, right?
Well, unfortunately, the ending of his impossibly long rant ended a little differently. It went a little something like this.
"You're fired. Hand in your Goddamn uniform and get the fuck outta my diner."
So, ten minutes later, I was lying on the sidewalk outside of the diner, beaten up because I thought it was a good idea to fight him for the right to stay, and let's just say it wasn't the brightest idea.
So, I did the only thing left to do after that experience, and that was to stand up and walk my stupid ass home.
As I walked, I just thought of my entire life and what led me to this point.
The current year was 2026, and I was born 17 years earlier - In August of 2009 as a male named Cypriss Rose. Born into the prestigious, rich and powerful Rose family, I was just given everything on a silver platter since birth, until I was kidnapped at age 8, where I escaped a facility that was used for testing experiments on humans before they did anything bad to me.
And here I was now. Boring, Lonely and Broke as a joke.
Especially that last part.
Anyways, I was pretty certain my family had given up on finding me since I had stopped seeing them looking for me or saying anything online or on social media since about a year ago, so that's when I'd just given up on ever living a good life again.
Oh the things I would do just to be back in that rich family with the others.
Speaking of the others, I had 4 siblings. 6, technically, but I never met the other two. Belonged to some type of organization that wasn't supposed to be talked about. Even I knew basically nothing about it, nor did I really care. I wasn't involved so it didn't really matter to me.
Anyways, I had gotten home and I wanted to take a fat nap, so I walked up multiple flights of stairs and pushed open my apartment door.
I stepped inside and took off my jacket before going to the bathroom.
Once I got in there, I took a long hard look at myself.
Long, black curly hair with multiple amounts of highlighted locks and strands of hair stared back.
I also had a fairly lean body due to what my dad had taught me as a kid, showing me what to do to get ripped and the likes since he himself was basically a gym rat, so that's a factor of how I look now. Besides that, there's nothing special about me except for the fact that it seems almost like I was meant to be mediocre at everything I did.
Just thinking about what I could've been almost led me to shed a single, manly tear, but I didn't so whatever.
I decided to take a quick shower and head to bed to take a long nap.
***
"What the..."
My vision was blurry, the room was pitch black, my mouth was extremely dry and I sweating like I had just run a marathon.
I yawned, took out my phone and turned on the flash before standing up and moving to turn on the lights.
Once I turned on the lights, I let out a long sigh of relief and I checked the time. 10:46.
I took another shower, threw on some clothes and decided to make some food for myself. I opened the fridge and...
Taa daa... Nothing. Like, literally, flat out, nothing.
I groaned and decided I'd go to the supermarket about 20 minutes away on foot.
Problem was... It was dark outside, and I had always gotten paranoid in the dark, but I was hungry.
So I set out at a fairly quick pace while listening to music on my phone to have me focus on getting there as quick as possible and not taking forever.
***
After I arrived at the supermarket in only 10 minutes, and now I had to decide what to get.
I strolled around the isles and decided I'd just make breakfast for dinner.
I grabbed some sausage patties, some bacon, some eggs, some butter and some pancake mix.
I paid for the items and strolled out of the store before putting the music back on and walking quickly back to my apartment.
I walked for about five minutes on a backroad where nobody lived nor where houses existed.
While walking, I felt and heard a faint rumbling sound from under me, but I didn't think much of it until it kept getting louder and louder.
The longer I walked, the louder it got until I was certain whatever was causing the rumbling was right under the surface, so I turned around and booked it about a football field's length back.
And I'm lucky I did, because in the next second, something tyrannical broke the ground and split the ground around it in half, with debris and stone flying in every direction.
A large slab of stone was flung straight at me, so I raised my arms and braced for the worst, because in the next second, I was hit.