Undaunted
Deep in a large shroud of darkness lies a figure crying on the glistening wet abyss darkened floor. The figure was sobbing and trembling with fear and sadness. Tears dripped on the floor, starting to illuminate as large green geodes of earthly bright crystals emerge. The tears
The voice starts to speak quivering in an apologetic screechy tone.
“I’m so sorry… I should’ve been there, I should’ve done more.”
The empty void of darkness distorts itself as a tall, wild giraffe emerges, walking slowly towards the figure as wild cacti sprout in the undergrowth of the saw grass. The giraffe bows elegantly to the miserable soggy faced figure and spoke in a calm voice telepathically.
“Do not cry young one; there is a world begging for your assistance to change. Remind the people of the world that freedom is just around the corner. Fulfill your grand mission bestow freedom to your nation once more. AWAKEN!”
The giraffe raised its head glowing with red eyes releasing a dazzling glitter filled gleam of radiant light shining everywhere. The figure closed its eyes from blinding sight forcing to wake up.
The same figure woke up with tears racing down their eyes awakening in shock from such a vivid dream. It felt unfathomably realistic. An effeminate voice is heard howling through the halls.
“Atreyu get your butt up!” The woman screams.
A figure stumbled out of the bed falling on the floor. “Uh yeah mom I was just sleeping.” Atreyu responded exhaustedly.
“Jesus, you sleep as heavy as a block of iron; get dressed you’re gonna be late!”
Atreyu responded as he took off the comforters sitting upside the crease of the sweat filled bed. He rubbed his dull crusty eyes to regain sight.
“But it’s a Saturday and I go to work later on in the day.”
The mother emphasized her beginning response “No it’s a Thursday; you stayed up really late which is what you normally do on a Friday therefore knocking your entire schedule out of whack now get ready and go to school!”
“Fine, I’m going, I’m going.” He responded.
Atreyu partially opened the white blinds creaking bright sun rays in on the bright blue walls of the room. He walks up with a messy clutter of his black hair squinting his eyes; the light starts to shine among his solid brown-golden tan skin walking upright towards the bathroom. He walked on the dull birch wooden floorboard he toppled over small unfinished mechanisms and gadgets sloppily laid out to the black nightstand nearby, veiled in dirty clothes. He started to think more about the dream on how strange it was, compared to other pleasant dreams from before and questioned if it was symbolic.
Atreyu entered the bathroom like a zombie to prepare for the day awaiting him. He passes by a shady oval mirror stopping in his tracks only to see his own eyes covered in dull yellow flaky crust wiping down with a nearby rag he wetted and applied to his face. Atreyu instantly remembered all the tasks he forgot to do yesterday afternoon speaking out loud in a calm tiresome tone.
“Computer, copy the following words water, tears, light, grass, and giraffe.”
At the top of the ceiling a blue glass pyramid laid dull and lifeless, until it activates glowing a bright blue light projecting a holographic blue panel appearing at the center of the room; the pyramid blink online speaking in an apathetic monotone female voice.
“Words copied anything else you would like me to do?”
“Actually yes, within my Clash Battle storage unit
“Understood.”
“That will be all.” He said.
The diamond returns to a dull inactive diamond shaped piece of technology. Atreyu finished brushing his teeth stomping to the closet, snatching his own clothes. He put on his pants, shirt then draped over his jacket which couldn’t be seen in the slivers of darkness still residing in the room. He finally protrudes his head out of the room only to see a peach faced woman in a lab coat with a black hair bun tied back of the long hair she had with an extensive stretch of a pair of blue denim jeans. She held a small green metal briefcase with a red spider lily design etched onto the front. She had a face of disgust due to such tardiness, tapping her brown combat boots impatiently with her other hand on her waist pursing her lips.
“Heeeyyy mom, how you doin?” Atreyu snapped gun shaped fingers pointing at her.
“Good morning to you too; knucklehead!” She replied.
“Why do you have another battle case?”
Atreyu shrugged his shoulders attempting to not look guilty.
“What, it’s just a remodel of number sixteen.”
“Yeah, the sixteenth case out of thirty-seven. Listen I love you sweetheart; unquestionable, we both know that, but you need to keep you’re fighting record to a minimum. Alright?”
“This is my first fight of my senior year and hopefully my last, you know I don’t stir chaos like that other than last year, but I had to defend myself.”
“It better be, what you did last year was just merciless; in your defense though you stood up for yourself in the best way possible.”
Atreyu’s mother pulled out a navy blue name pin from her pocket saying Millie Chesune attaching it above her lab coat. She glanced at Atreyu while handing the battle case to him. He grasps the case managing the change in heavy
Atreyu spoke in a mockingly humorous English accent.
“Ready for your departure madam Chesune, heir to the crazy people throne, also known as the Sowstress of the injured?”
She responded in the same accent but in a lax yet upbeat tone.
“Why yes, I am, and are you ready Sir Wilder, heir to the Savagi Wilderness family, my lord?”
“Why yes I am madam Chesune, but what will I do about my hunger
Atreyu reached his arm out pretending as if he had been starving for weeks on end straining the veins circulating underneath his esophagus making a whaling screech of a zombie.
“Good god man pull yourself together; unfortunately, you will remain with your hunger until you purchase some confections of your own as you relocate yourself to the academy of learning”. Millie responded, giggling as Atreyu was smirking as she spoke.
The two of them started to laugh walking at the front door leaving with all their belongings as Atreyu grabbed his grey duffel bag. He kissed her on the forehead exiting their apartment stopping the accent smiling to each other. Millie gave a bit of rejection backing away grinning upset at Atreyu.
“Don’t you kiss me I’m your mother…I’m the one who is suppose to kiss you on the forehead not the other way around.”
“Too late, but I love you and you mean the world to me so technically I have a right to show my affection as well.” Atreyu defended.
Millie started to sniffle with an adorable frown walking away backwards leaving to her car.
“Don’t make me cry. I love you and I’ll see you later on today.”
Atreyu mimicked her smirking back saluting her as a sign of goodbye. Both departed taking separate paths; Millie left in a silver jeep driving off into the foggy frost-filled morning. As she left, she was barely able to seen through the fog driving away not to be visibly seen. Atreyu left into another direction as water molecules wafted in the misty fog. He walked swiftly to the nearby bullet train station a few blocks in the distance. He began to slowly look around the grey pale skies as hundreds of hologram advertisements are displayed above the streets and crowds of people shoving one another in abrasive suits for their soul draining jobs. As Atreyu strolled by the streets he witnessed a group of thugs in a dark damp alley covered in trash shanking him in the corner. They were beating him with heavy kicks in the stomach and snatched the man’s wallet, running away aimlessly like chickens without their heads. Atreyu ignored the situation and continued his walk to the station as there are slight drizzles of rain starting to pour heavier he ran to a whitish grey stone train station walking inside paying for access seeing moss and filth slowly stretch across the building.
“Wow there’s not many people here today! Finally I don’t have to share a seat with some crazy person or that obese guy saying he’s on a diet but hasn’t changed a bit.” He spoke internally.
The bullet train arrived zooming in with a hawking screech. A flash of pure white lights with small circular window glares of light reflecting from the fluorescent tube lights. The lights were twitching on and off above the miniscule antsy train riders. Very few people withdrew out the train. They rudely shoved each person by their shoulder blades refraining from eye contact. The people rushed through like a herd of sheep. As they all leave, the people who waited calmly stepped inside one at a time all quickly seating their selves adjusting large harnesses that were easy to tell that the creator of the vehicle copied a roller coaster seat. Atreyu look far too excited and joyful strapping his harness with nobody else sitting next to him. The case strapped beside him as if it was a person. Atreyu was breathing with a single exhale staring at the monitor giving a countdown. The mechanical door closed. A chime went off playing a recorded monotone female message.
“All passengers please seat yourself within the nearby harness as you are being transported from Buffalo, New York to New York City, Manhattan.”
The vehicle turned off the lights leaving feint pitch black tint only remaining the light amongst the tunnel. Even though everyone else sat down, there was a woman in ragged clothes standing carelessly pacing in her own steps hung over. Her lack of sobriety had an unpleasant odor of alcohol disturbing the clean aroma the train provided. The drunken figure started to surge alcoholic burps of gas. The audio of the train went off.
“The train will resume to the next destination, please be seated within five seconds. Five, four, three, two…” The audio announced.
The drunken woman began running to a seat. She didn’t make it in time. Before the countdown ended there was a blast with no warning. The propulsion was intense distortion in gravity. The pressure felt as if reality started to bend. Atreyu was screaming having fun laughing hysterically, experiencing it as an actual roller coaster. He did this almost every day. As the raggedy woman held to a pole holding for dear life, the bullet train immediately stopped. She slung across the long walkway like a ragdoll crashing at the end of the train. Atreyu witnessed every second of that accident and tried his best to contain the laughter. He held his mouth concealing an enormous smile with his sleeve. The seats released and Atreyu grabbed his case which remained still for the ride. He ran outside sprinting out the subway staircase near the light filled exit dropping on his knees laughing from how the ragged lady slung with barely a will to resist. After a few minutes of laughing, he gets back up to his feet walking in the direction of the city streets continuing his journey to his school. After a thirty minute walk through some forest underbrush; there lies on the outskirts of New York City; a lifeless compound with roughly grey textured stone walls. On the school walls there were thick electrical wired metal fences aligned with beeping caution signs surrounding the outer gate. Atreyu avoids the fenced area entering through the damp stone spiked entrance. A large red school bell rang. Students from all over rushed inside. As Atreyu walked inside near the front door he saw a vandalized sign saying Nova High with graffitied markings of profanity around the words as a janitor scrubs away with a broom and a bucket of bleach.
Atreyu ignored the vandalism and strides pass the sign. He entered the monocolored orange halls passing by the white checker tiled flooring as students start to stare intently while Atreyu continues to stride with his neck up not staring back with confidence. The students murmur to each other about him. He arrives to class as the bell rang when he entered the room. He seated himself at the corner of the room next to the window. Students murmured to one another and Atreyu remained vigilant to their ramblings. The teacher walked in with a red curly wig bouncing with her steps as she walked in with a mangled blue cat shirt. Her bright yellow jogging shorts kept still even as she marched in yelling at the entire class. She slammed a huge set of papers she struggled to keep hold of, on her desktop silencing the excess chatter from the classmates.
She spoke in a New Jersey accent staring at the students rudely.
“Alright here are your assignments for those that didn’t do the work and those that did, turn it into the bin, if you have nothing to do then stay quiet or work on something else.”
Atreyu and another student stood up to turn in their papers, still carrying his case, but placed his duffel bag down beside him holding the papers closely at his side. He neared closer to the paper bin about to place it inside until the other student purposely slapped his papers out of Atreyu’s hand onto the ground. Atreyu crouched down to grab all his scattered papers picking them up with a face of disgust.
“You’re not that special.” The kid scarcely blurted.
“What the hell is your problem, you got a issue with me?” Atreyu responded in a firm irritated voice standing back up right across his face.
“As a matter of fact I do; you think you can just stand here all proud of yourself you instigator!”
Atreyu had a face of shock from the false information.
“Huh, I caused no such thing!” Atreyu countered.
“Liar! You purposely splashed it all over him just to pick a fight with him.”
“Uh also; who the hell are you?”
He flipped his short brown hair huffing poking his hazel brown vest poking his chest out in pride with his peachy freckled face.
“I am Vincent Taranis heir to the family of my Taranis ancestry to become the next controller of the largest pharmaceutical company with my sublime knowledge of medicinal benefits. I am also the assistant leader of the sports management including baseball sent to do reconnaissance of the enemy.”
“I asked about your name, not your entire life story. Also I can care less about the fight which he started because Kevin, the guy who spilled his so-called drink which was liquefied cocaine in front of a group of school administrators! Might I add it got on the both of us and were almost arrested. This causes his own insecurities to build on him challenging me to Clash Battle to fight because of the peer pressure from his so-called friends and for meaningless testosterone fueled hostility.”
“How dare you speak to me like, that you demonic heathen!”
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