I have been away for 3 months and you, yes you glorious bastard (mamedth) still keep donating stones😭 even i didn't donate, i made your character right just as persistent .😭
I think my original will be finished by September to October i'll post 20k words for free so you can read it 😭 thxxx again mamedthhhhhh
The next chapter is half baked i'll try to get it out by 31st. (this month)
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"The world is unfair. . . true, it is cruel. . . indeed, cold and muddy . . . dirty it is, maybe it was an illusion we saw from start. . . and all we had is a wish for good. . . . (GOD)"
Maybe the order of the world we have been so used to is just a fragile glass, or GOD knows just wrong. . . but how do we know what is wrong. . . and good (GOD) when we don't have time to think for ourselves.
BUT maybe, just maybe if you. . . yes YOU, hiding behind this curtain, curtain of light i see, were to stop a little. . . think not (overthink) a little, act not (promise) a little more and strived. . . not (complained) just a bit more aND QUIT FINDING THe wrongs . . . huff and started to do good (GOD)
Walked not (naively) but with a certainty . . . . a certainty to achieve an illusion, for what is the thing in your hand but a dream of a man. . . . whom other called delusional.
Then maybe . . . maybe the world would come to be . . . . . . my words can't reach you. . . but do they need to?
"For you are where you walked to. . . and you always do . . . choice you had . . . chance you have and do not tell me you don't. . . for even as fire burns my back. . . I have a choice to comply or follow my illusion as i die"
Whisper of a Departed child.
Shards of mirror :G{}LDEN SLOUGH
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The mighty sun arrived it's rays descending through the skies of a small bluish green rock, the bird chirps eagerly as they began to find worms for their youngling and so did people the rose for they had a duty to and of their own.
Whoosh!
The creamy curtains fluttered wildly as a brisk morning breeze swept through the windows, coursing through his wife's beautiful golden braids and tousled the fine, amburn strands of his child's hair. As usual, the two curled up in response, instinctively recoiling into fetal positions and muttering something inaudible in their native tongue.
Puff haha~
The husband chuckled softly, watching the familiar ritual for what felt like the thousandth time.
"Hayaku okite!" he barked but laced with affection, as the two groaned in protest, gritting their teeth while mumbling something in the wife's language.
He turned to the window, arms stretched wide mirroring the grin that broke across his face
"Fwooh~" his lungs greedily sucks the fresh air as His arms found rest on the balcony railing as his eyes softened, gaze drawn to the intricately designed park below—a view only fully appreciated from the seventh floor.
Below him lay an ouroboros, crafted from golden and wine-red leaves, a crystal-clear pond at the center of the tail biting serpent, Just beyond it stretched a vast field wheat of gold, its unnatural golden hue shimmering like treasure beneath the sun, gleaming nearly up to the seventh floor's height.
The park, the path, building and trees painted in it's golden luster.
Sigh~
His shoulders slackened. A smile bloomed across his weathered lips not born of mere happiness. . . but of something deeper. Peace. A kind few ever find. . . and fewer still understand, his breathing slowed eyes dilated and tears nearly catching the brilliance of the light.
"This. . ." he whispered, voice thick with emotion, throat tightening as memories flooded back—years of toil, the ridicule he endured, the countless failures and doubts that haunted and a small wish that was never achieved. . . I-it's here. . .
What is a man without a dream, a longing of peace which now children seek, in the glorious world of heroes. . . distorted by their own radiance, once Chased in the brilliance of Stars, and before that in the rigid grandeur of nobles and courtesans.
A proud and defiant smile hung on his face as the money and hardship spent felt worth it. . . maybe he will not agree to it later when bumps arise in life but . . . that's just the cycle of life. . . what mattered is here . . . it's real.
In the tears there was smile.
For what is this dream of men, if not a roof on their head . . . food in children hand . . . smile on the face of his beloved wife as they sing hand to hand.
Life is good for haku family.
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'You don't need a new year to make a resolution. . . or do you?'
He shook his head, listening to the birdsong drifting in through the open window. He closed his eyes, letting the golden rays warm his shoulders even though they felt a little bit warmer than it should.
'All the excuses they make' A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. 'If only they had enough resolve, they could reach for anything.'
Just like me.
Then, a frown creased his brow. 'But wait. . .' his eyes snapped open, squinting toward the park below. Empty EMPTY! mouth agap 'Not even a DEAD DOG!'
A strange tightness took hold in his chest.
'Did I—NO! Where are those Viking bastards? And this heat, not this early!' He tilted his head up, eyes narrowing against the sun's glare. Something was off.
His mouth parted in disbelief. "OH HELL NO!" his heart roared aloud He spun on his heels, wiping his eyes with the back of his hand.
Not only had he awoken earlier than his alarm, but even those old brutes? CAN YOU BELIVE THAT?? well he can't. . . . * period *
For Mr Shō was hardworking and sometimes outright careless not delusional.
Staring at the Allmight alarm clock on nightstand and lo and behold. "THIRTEEN PM! NANI~ " He rushed to the nightstand quickly opening his mobile "7: 57" "OH MY LORD!!!" Shouted the old haku as he failed his another but untimely new year resolution.
"Wake up you two WE ARE LATE!" he said as he shook the entire bed.
Well it was same old haku family with a new beginning, a beautiful wife with golden locks who had everything a man could ask, beauty, heart, a little bit of brain and LOTS of muscle, YAAA~~~ she occasional threw tantrums but they fell under the cute side of things for all that matters.
A sunny child who has Auburn hair inheriting the red and gold of his parents who was still in the dream land with brush in his hand, as he sees All Might and Eraser Head, arms crossed, their shadows cast long and ominous. Behind them, helicopters hovered like mechanical angels searchlights cutting through the fog to reveal mountains of villains—defeated, unmoving, and piled in grotesque state.
'Hehe he~' he giggled absentmindedly, as he stood with them wearing a miniature black coat and pants—his father's office attire downsized.
"TYR BABY!" She crouched beside him, brushing his teeth in swift, gentle strokes. "Wake up! WE ARE LATE! mom has so much work to do." while the wife brushes the Childs teeth the husband rushes past them into the shower.
"Dear"
The man paused "Ya?" peeking through the half-open frosted glass door. He stood there wearing an All might (in front) and. . . George Washington (on back) underwear he answered nonchalantly, as if wearing propaganda-themed briefs were the most normal thing in the world.
Their eyes locked for a moment. Her's amused, while his looked vague and slightly nervous.
It was one of those oddly humorous mornings, a child brushing his face instead of his teeth while watching an imaginary action flick in the mirror, and a grown man clad in American-propogandist pants. . . V SHAPED!
"Are you okay" she asked gentle squinting her eyes as she looked at the red marks around his eyes.
His brows shot up face getting flustered before he replaced it with a goofy smile "Ya! like ya why ha. ha?" his eyes looked left and right stopping at his son golden red hairs.
"Is something bothering you?" he asked while checking the supplies that he doesn't care to notice.
"Nothing~" she replied, this time with a smile as she resumed brushing and combing Tyr's hair.
He leans casually against the doorway, a gentle smile blooming on his face as tension wash away watching the duo calmly as if he had all the time in world. "I'll be a little late today. Do you guys want me to pick something up?"
"YAAA!" The reality surged back at the sound of that one magical word.
"I want that new All Might and Endeavor—oh, OH AND THE NINJA STAR CAKE!" Tyr exploded, eyes sparkling like crystals, pale whitish gray with a glint of wonder, a shade darker than his father's nearly snow flake like eyes. eyes that mommy loves~
"OH! You little!" she shrieked playfully, grabbing the back of his neck with a wild grin—the kind only a muscle mommy could wear.
"Hahaha, no no it's fine, It's only for today, okay?" the father chuckled, popping open the mouthwash with casual ease.
"Ohhhkaaayyy. . ."
"And~" he turned to his wife, holding her gaze. "We'll finally pick some traditional clothes for you Tommo—" He arched a brow. "A day after tomorrow."
"Whenever you are free" she replied with a broad, genuine smile—one that would soon vanish.
In that fleeting moment, The wife smiled with soft excitement, the child beamed with unchecked hope, and the husband laughed, soaking it all in. One of her hands kept brushing while the other combed Tyr's hair, rhythmically, lovingly. . . until.
Sniff sniff.
Smoke.
Her neck snapped toward the kitchen. 'Black smoke!!??' rose from the stove
"FAEN!" she cried as the warmth drained from her face, ancestral curses kicked in as she dashed toward the enemy.
'Well' he chuckled a little as door clicked shut behind him, preparing for the day. He couldn't go back to those soul-eating days he reminded himself, however life was right now, it can, should and he will make sure only becomes better.
This new life he had to protect at any and all cost.
And this is the life of common happy man but that is not for everyone for why would their be two world . . . where a husband rush through the streets while singing his favorite song as the world look at him in amusement while others sit in the smoke of night mummering their own sufferings.
Cough! Cough!
Phoosh~
The grey smoke devoid of all life and purity lingers with the fog of night . . . meddling, melting and settlings in the confines atop these abandoned buildings for god know how long.
If one were to look down from the building, a little further ahead in the carcasses of metal and graveyard of cars few things could be seen moving through the curtain of smoke, as if maggots wriggling in the corpse of animals.
Chiss!
The tip ciggarate burned with a dirty yellow hew in this fog, it's brilliance similar to a fading star while the smoke intervened mingled with the atmosphere.
Ugh!
Phoooo~
On the top of these building two man watched these worms through the coverage of smoke and dark clouds, their clothing blending with the ever stillness of night.
They were granted a little sprinkle of neon lights on their back from the refugee building and other dead titans glowing with their misery few blocks behind them, the entire world was dead with the depressing ambience of dead machines and smoke.
Cough! cough!
"AH! Seriously!? the fuck are you even doing here." A cold raspy voice spoke with disdain as the speaker took a big puff 'Of every fucker it had to be me' the ciggarate was thrown down harshly stomped beneath his dark blue temperate weather boots.
The fucker didn't answer still wheezing from the smoke.
Annoyance and anger clenched under his teeth, from his waist he took out an object similar to binocular but much smaller looking toward the graveyard of concrete and metal.
'Tch' he clicked his tongue as the heat signatures appeared perfectly fine working silently and swiftly as they tampered in the colossal grave while few figures overlooked the process.
KHO! KHHIIII! KHOG! KHF! KHF!
His neck wiped toward the man on ground his eyes widened in confused, while his lips curled in amusement and shock 'Is this where our standards have falle- !'
Time stopped as his eye dilated a single jolt of cold and dread shot through his spine.
WHOOOOOO!
He emptied his lungs in one set as he quickly jumped in his place, a futuristic pistol and a cold blade drawn out from his back his eyes twitching for the tiniest of movement. 'POISON! BUT HOW HOW IN THE FUCK DID THEY KNOW WE ARE HERE?, DID SOMEONE LEAKED ON IT ON PURPOSE!?'
He didn't know why it was happening or what was happening the only thing that mattered that he survives and kills whoever or whatever there is . . . if he can.
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In the kitchen, the mother moved with frantic efficiency, tossing burnt toast into the trash, slathering peanut butter on fresh bread, counting seconds with every breath. So much to do—flowers to water, laundry to finish, get Tyr to school.
God, they were late!
She bolted back toward the bathroom.
SPLASH!
A handful of cold water hit the Child's face sending chills down his spine "OHHHHH!" jolting him like a cat yet the scream etched from the shower.
"R-RUNAR T-THE WATER!"
"DID YOU HEAT THE WATER? NO?! THEN WORK IT!" she shouted, dabbing the boy's face dry in hurried motions.
"SHIT!"
"WHAT DID I HEAR!?"
"Nothing!"
"Damn the curses." the father muttered through chattering teeth, under the full assault of freezing water. In the hallway, he heard his son giggling under his breath. 'Cheeky bastard' he snickered shaking from the water chilling his bone marrow.
Sniff. Sniff.
"NOT AGAIN! baby, Mother has work to do You can get dressed on your own, right?" she asked with conviction that seems more to convince herself rather than a certainty.
"Uh . . . um" Tyr mumbled, giving a slow thumbs up—off she ran again, well he would get ready but not before checking on his treasured All Might and Endeavor toys.
Yes, life was good for the Haku family. Warm, sunny, and bright but it's not for everyone.
"I'll see you guys at night!" Mr. Haku called out as he sprinted out the door, now dressed in a crisp black coat and freshly ironed white shirt. A buttered toast in one hand, briefcase in the other.
"DON'T FORGET THE PASTRIES" the child screamed from the sofa watching cartoons.
"HAhahah i won't i won't"
PAT!
A slap hits at the back of his head "I told you to GET DRESSED FOR SCHOOL" she rush at the entrance of house to see her husband off as the child changes the clothes once more while she rush to see the husband off.
"Your tie" old man haku turns back seeing his wife with his dark blue tie and a -_- dead eye expression on her face.
"Ohh thanks" he held the toast in his mouth before reaching for his tie.
His wife rolled her eyes as she pulled him by collar "Uuhhh" as she somewhat gentle yet aggressively tied it around his neck, taking his toast out and planting a deep kiss on his lips while lifting him with the tie.
He blushed a little as he pinched her waist before rushing away with the toast "I'LL BE BACK SOON" with a smile as bright as her golden hairs.
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Khoo haaa haf
His face turned red under the visor as every single muscle twitched in fear his flight and fight response kicking his body felt on fire as blood pimped
The sniper ceased all movement his beloved gun resting beside him as his hands clutched his neck in futility, sweat began to form on his brows as he faintly, ever so slighlty moved back toward the fallen comrade.
HOW
WHO
WHEN
AND WHY?!
These were not the answer he knew neither his mind NEEDED to focus right now a little screen in his visor kept giving sensory output of 360 angle yet NOTHING.
'He's not dead?! anesthetic?' his mind overworked for answers trying making sense of the situation as the initials of the newbie lit green on the corner of the screen alongside other 43 members
NOTHING IN HEAT, SIGHT OR SMELL!
HOW
'no wait. . . someone with a transmission quirk an overly powerful one or a team of twin quirks.'
His finger twitched against the trigger has he neared the fallen comrade, eyes relaxing a little, yet the goosebumps remained if not amplified.
'It's a good thing that bitch added this' his foot trying to reach the chest of sniper as he smiled with a breath of relief. 'Crazy nutjobs poisoned everything' yet even with his ever growing smile he wasn't relaxed. . . for all he have come to know it never not even once hurts to be careful of your opponents strength meanwhile even the invincible have fallen for underestimating their oppositions.
His eyes widened.
UUHH!
Thump! thump! thump! he heard his heart beats as his lungs weeps
UHHH! KHGHH! KHH! KUGHHHH!
And then he couldn't breathe, it was as if he just forgot how to, but even that doesn't make sense he can breath out but not in.
The gun and blade clattered to the ground. His hands clawed at his throat and at chest.
BANG! BANG! BANG!
Yet his throat rose and caved in again. . . . and again. . . and again. . . and again and again and again again. . . .. .and... again. . . and again. . . and again and again and again.again. . . . and again. . . and. .a...gain. . . and a...gain and ag....ain and again. . . .again. . . . and again. . . and again. . . and again. ..and.. aga......in and.... again.....again. . . . and again. . . and a..g.ain. . . and again and again and ....agai.n...a.g..... ...a. . i.. . n. . . and again. . . . .a..n.d... ....a...g....a...in. . . and...... again an..d a..g....ain an...d.. a.gain.a......g....ai..n. . . . an....d again. . . and .a.g....a....in. . . and ag.....ain and again and a.....gain.a. . ga.....in. . . . and ag....ain. . . and again. . . and ag...a...in .and ag..ai....n an....d again..aga...in. . . . and again..... and a..g.....a..i.n. . . and ag...ai....n a...nd a...gain and again.
And again only to gain nothing. sweat grew and so did the chilling arms of reapers.
Clutch!
He tore off his chest piece and collapsed to his knees. His stomach churned eyes bulged, desperate and bloodshot, Tears sand snot streamed down, his chest trying to heave for air.
His throat rose up and down for the search of air yet . . . . . . . . the gates have already closed for the sinners.
THUNMP!! THUMP! THUMP! 'NOHHHHH NOH PLEASEEE!' his heart beats at the back of his neck, his life thumps at the gates of dead and he just tries to breath. . . but if the fate had deemed it so who were you to say no and all he could do was gasp, beg. . . and Fade.
'Why me' he thought and the wind howled in his ears as if laughing at him.
His chest red. . . caved in with the force of his own punch yet he JUST couldn't, he had trained to kill, torture and make even the dead speak and here he was . . . can't even breath.
uggg ug!
His voice grew down one of his hands clawed at his torn, blood-slicked neck, the other braced against the cold ancient grey concrete. The world spun violently around him, a nauseating carousel of pain and disorientation, his bile raised to his throat but even that refused to come out as if a bubble had blocked his wind pipes. . . . . .
'Pl-please someone . . . something. . . . GODDDD!!!' his screams echoed through his mind.
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"In the light I disdain. . . in the light in laugh at others plight. . . . . i question your might and spit at your eternal light . . . only for me to cry in the following night.
For that is the power of unknow night and dread that are abundant in it's might . . . . . it makes the unbeliever believer. . . . . leaves the questioning sing sermons. . . . for gone is the grace of light killed by one it's child.
And sometimes. . . . An angel makes itself look scary to ward the evil away.
An ominous streak of yellow lightning split the night sky over the decaying city—a city long buried in death and misery. The skies trembled and titans began to flutter and He saw it all through the cracked lens of his visor.
Ting!
Gone. The light vanished in an instant. The weak neon signs blinked out, swallowed by the darkness. Only thunder remained—its roar a savage like ancient dragons descending upon a mortal realm.
He still saw it. Somehow. Though there was no heat. No stench. No substance.
But it was there.
He was not mad.
He saw it. He saw it.
He SAW.
HE WAS NOT
and it moved.
A mask with golden lining spiraled toward him, weightless in the air, its movements similar to the hundreds of hunters he have killed in past.
It dipped it's finger in the pool of blood and reached for the visor, his fragile consciousness wavered. He felt the warmth drain from his body as his bladder gave out. Even his hair seemed to recoil, pulling away as though it wanted to tear away.
The creature stared into him. It gnawed at the edges of his sanity, devouring the breath he hadn't realized he was holding. Its long, obsidian finger pressed against his visor near his lips
U
A red, bloody smile etched across the glass—taunting him. Mocking his struggle, his past, his pride. His future.
HIS FUTURE.
NOOOOOO—
It leaned closer, and for the first time, he saw it clearly a demon of seduction that takes the life of it's victim just like it took his
"Breath with relief. . . . ." it whispered.
"You won't die. . . for now"
THUD!
His soul plunged into blackness as something hit the back of his head, a monstrous being wrapped in pure shadow loomed over his body, a silver mace with the blood of it's victim dripping down it's polished surface.
Creeek!
She turned her head back seeing two more desperate creature clawing at their necks and chest as they too wash away in the lands of dreams.
'40 more to go' she whispers to the god know whom.