When Rex reopened his eyes, pure crimson greeted them. The sky appeared as though it was on fire. He laid there for some time, wondering whether or not he was alive or dead. Whether he was in heaven or some sort of spiritual limbo and whether what he was seeing were angels who, at any moment were coming to retrieve him.
After what seemed like forever, his expectations went unmet. Rex willed himself to move. His body ached badly as he slowly clambered to his feet. He took a quick look about himself, only to find he was completely naked and covered in ash. He then diverted his attention from himself to his surroundings. The ground was charred black as far as his eyes could see. The lush green forest that once surrounded what used to be the clearing was no more. The lake was all dried up. And furthermore, not a single person was in sight. Instead all that remained was a barren, ashen wilderness.
‘What the hell just happened here? Where the hell is everyone?’He asked himself. After pondering for a few moments without so much as an explanation forming in his thoughts (even a farfetched one would’ve sufficed at that point), he decided to redirect his attention towards the sky above. His eyes smarted at the intense glare it exuded, though, he didn’t seem to care much for it. He studied it intently for a moment and noticed it appeared to be moving.
‘Wait, What?’ He thought to himself, yet upon closer examination, he realized that the sky itself wasn’t moving but that the phenomenon he was staring at was infact a comet and a rather colossal one at that.
For the time it zoomed gingerly by, Rex’s eyes hadn’t left it. His gaze transfixed upon it until the astronomical body was nothing more than a miniscule glare in the distance. Then it was gone.
Reality soon came knocking again, he was all alone, naked and confused. The last thing he remembered, aside from being in alot of pain (which he still was to some degree), was that a large knife was about to be plunged into him. The more he thought about it, the more he remembered the key events that led up to that point. From Selena trying to date rape him, to that crazy young woman in the red gown. Yes, definitely her. Her face (pale complexioned with menacing grey eyes) was one that he wouldn’t forget, not for a while at least. But her actions still puzzled him, from her whackjob speech, to her standing over him, calling him by his full name as though they were familiar and her almost stabbing him to death. But why? Why him? There were just too many whys, whats and hows creating a seemingly incessant cyclone barrage of confusion inside his mind. For the moment, he decided to sideline them.
Then the realization hit him, in all that brainstorming, he hadn’t once thought of Fares or Esme. Where were they?
He took another look around him, turning and scanning earnestly in every direction. Still, not a soul was to be seen.
“Fares!!!! Esme!!!” He called out loudly, though he suspected beforehand that it would do no good. Still it was worth a shot. For about five minutes the only sound Rex could hear was his own voice echoing. At that moment he felt like he wanted to cry. He slumped wearily to his knees. The only thing he wanted right now was to go home. Just to get away from all this madness. But how? Which way was he to go? It was a long way back to Steelix and Blue Moon Fall suburb as far as he knew. He closed his eyes and imagined his room, the faded walls and comfy four poster bed. For him it was a template of sorts, an incentive to go on for if he should decide to start walking, which for the matter, he had made up his mind to do as crazy as it sounded, but what other option did he have?
He then hoisted himself up and began to move off. First with slow, unsteady yet careful steps before eventually hastening. His bones and muscles ached terribly but he ignored the pain and bore it with weak groans as he hobbled along.
He kept at it for about 20 or so minutes before stopping to catch his breath. He took a short glance behind him to survey the distance he’d covered. He felt like he had been walking forever, but he had come a long way from where he was previously standing.
He flashed a weak smile before continuing his walk. A while after he felt weary, dizzy and disoriented and the fact that every inch of him felt like it was on fire was only making the situation worse. He stumbled, almost falling flat on his face, luckily he caught himself just in time. If he had gone down he wasn’t sure whether he would get up again.
His alertness would soon return to him after a loud, high-pitched sound began to fill the air.
“AOAOAOAOAAOAOAOAOAOAOAOAO!!” It was the sound of sirens. Panicked, Rex looked wildly around for the source. He saw nothing and wondered for a moment if it was his mind playing tricks on him.
Despite his unstable psychological state, he nevertheless inclined his ears to listen a little closer. No, this was no trick. The sound was getting louder and closer with each passing second and as Rex gleaned his eyes more intently toward the far west, lo and behold the source was not far behind.
Glares of red, blue and orange flashed in quick succession followed by a series of head and indicator lights rapidly coming into view.
Rex made an about turn in the opposite direction and broke into a run. A run that felt more like a sluggish wobble.
‘faster, faster’ he kept grunting in agitation as he desperately tried to accelerate. Moments later, everything around him dissolved and became like a blurry streak, followed by a feeling of rush and exhilaration as though he was running on air.
Next moment he felt himself connect with something hard, gristly and rugged after which, a loud crack followed by a thunderous thud reverberated. Rex felt a harsh wind beating against him and before he realized he was actually pitching through the air, he made a rough landing, this time, on what felt soft, mushy but still somewhat coarse and just as quickly he was airborne again before finally coming to a grinding halt when he felt himself collide with something much harder, sturdier like a rock which crumbled under him as he skidded to a stop.
He cried out in a loud voice, a cry laced with agony and an overwhelming sense of despair.
“What the hell is happening to me?!” He cried exasperatedly. He laid there for some time, feeling lost and hopeless. He had not the slightest clue where he was now, nor had had he any motivation to move. He closed his eyes, drifting in and out of consciousness. Not long after, his mind was being plagued by a series of incoherent images and visions. One image in particular that stood out was of an ancient world strewn amid a terrible and catastrophic war. Fire, mayhem and utter carnage were everywhere. And then he saw a titanic, dragon-like being composed of earth and magma spewing fire from its mouth.
His eyes then shot open afterwards as he felt his muscles suddenly contract very tightly and a thick shroud of stifling darkness enclosed him. Next moment, he felt his body connect with a hard yet familiar wooden surface. He opened his eyes and took a big gasp for breath whilst a loud groan simultaneously escaped his lips. Lo and behold, he was in his room, the very place he was thinking of just a while ago.
A puzzled look plastered across his face.
‘How did I get here?’. He wondered in shock as his eyes darted around the room.
A long while after he climbed to his feet, and made his way slowly and unsteadily out of the room and into the bathroom.
For over an hour, Rex sat in a crouched position in the shower, staring with a blank yet somewhat troubled expression on his face at the dirt and ash being washed down the drain. A sense of disbelief rained down on him just as the water did.
After he had thoroughly cleaned himself up and dried off, he made his way back to his room, slipped on a pair of white boxers and stood staring aimlessly out his window. His seemingly mellow outward appearance was only belied by the turmoil inside his mind. The pain that had gripped him earlier had largely dissipated though a small bit of discomfort lingered in his lower back. As he stood there, he tried yet again desperately to make sense of the entire night’s events, but to no avail. He decided to dismiss it all and put no further thought into it.
He took a quick glance to his bedside table where his digital clock sat. It read out “3:47 AM” in bright green. Since it was a few hours before daybreak, he resolved to get some sleep and hopefully the next time he would wake up, this whole thing would be just a bad dream. So he hoped….
He climbed into his bed and wrapped the sheet snugly around him and as his head rested against the soft pillow he closed his eyes, remaining perfectly still and gradually slipped away into the realm of dreams.
Meanwhile……. Many leagues away……
A lonely cliff overlooked a vast ocean. On the rocks at its base, the ocean waves lashed playfully against them as the cold night wind propelled them. All the same, the waters looked very calm and serene. Humph…. If only that was actually the case. Anyone with common sense would know that looks have a very notorious history of being very deceiving. There is a saying that goes, still waters run deep and that sentiment couldn’t be any more true in describing this vast body of water (which wasn’t even as still as the proverb described). Since time immemorial, the ocean has taken many forms, from the scene of blissful serenity it exuded on this a very starry night to turning viciously menacing and downright deadly. Throughout the years it has been used as a mode of travel from place to place and just as many times it has been the final resting place of many unfortunate souls. On top of that, it concealed many mysteries.
One mystery in particular that was shrouded within its watery depths was especially diabolical. One that would be a rather powerful catalyst in this world’s coming tribulation.
The ocean floor was littered with what appeared to be the ruins of an ancient kingdom. Various half-demolished platforms and fallen pillars strewn carelessly about. One particular structure that stood out was a large threshold upon which stood the stone statue of a young man in an aggressive stance. The statue was riddled with cracks and chips which suddenly began to emit an eerie blue light. As the light grew brighter, the cracks grew larger and larger until the statue completely shattered. A small dark blue energy orb, the size of a golf ball, shot up through the water and up above the ocean’s surface. Moments after it began to dramatically and violently change its shape. Enlarging and gradually taking a humanoid form. A few seconds later, the transformation process was completed and there he was.
Floating high above the waters was an extremely pale young man with piercing dark blue eyes and long flowing dark hair with dark blue highlights. He was clad in a full navy blue and gold accented body armour. He appeared no older than 25 and his face held an inhumanly diabolical look on it.
He let out a long, deep growl as he scanned his surroundings, no doubt trying to figure out where he was. After surveying the waters below, to the skies above and around, he raised his arms above his head and let out a loud distorted roar that almost shook the heavens. A roar almost beast-like but vastly more terrifying……
“Ah, it feels so good to be back in the land of the living” he said to himself in the same deep distorted voice after his roaring tirade had ceased. Afterwards he made an about turn and flew off into the distance, to God knows where? Wherever he was headed, havoc would be sure to be wrought at his hand….
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