It's me Vs the Sky

NEVER GONNA GIVE YOU UP. NEVER GONNA LET YOU DOWN. NEVER GONNA RUN AROUND AND DESERT YOU. NEVER GONNA MAKE YOU CRY. NEVER GONNA SAY GOODBYE. NEVER GONNA TELL A LIE AND HURT U. 

                                                                               - For my readers, because I love all of you.

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It’s truly astonishing how your life can change in the blink of an eye. One minute you can be spending it with your friends, laughing and doing stupid shit and the next you’re dressing up for their funeral. People then tend to forget about you, and your face becomes a blur. The memories they had with you become foggy, and you’re eventually deleted from their memory inventory. Congratulations, you have now been forgotten.

But see, that’s why I don’t intend to die out. And even when my body isn’t physically here, my soul and being, my legacy, will be. I’m going to create a memory that no one will ever forget. It’ll be burned into every human’s DNA. It’ll be genetically passed down through the lives of every generation to come.

My name is Seth, the date is November 18, 2045 and as of today, I’m 17 years old. Today… today my story begins.

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8:45pm –Saturday: November 18, 2045; Location: My apartment

 

“Happy birthday, dude!” My friend Kyle grabs me by the shoulders and shakes me up a bit, the other guys, which for now are only my two other buds Michael and Chris, are holding the shot glasses they’ve prepared for us.

“You’re a year away from total freedom! It’s pretty nice that you got this apartment as a gift though, you lucky bastard.” Chris hands me my shot glass with a jealous glare and I smile softly at him.

“I don’t know why you’re bitching; you’re probably going to spend half your time here anyway.” I stare straight into his eyes and he looks away laughing.

“Yeah…” he agrees. We all start laughing and raise our shot glass up, clinking and chugging them down.

“That was good. So, where’s my present?” I put my hand out and smile at all three who complain that I’m a douche and that I should wait till later.

“Just wait till we get to the party Mackenzie’s throwing for you. You’ll enjoy it there all the more.” With Mackenzie? Wait… she’s throwing me a party?

“Well, I didn’t know she was throwing me a party. But, just give it to me now this is a total different celebration and I think I should do things separated. So, opening my present now is totally ok.” I throw that bullshit out and they all sigh. Michael stands up and comes back with a present wrapped in black wrapping paper. It’s looks super shitty but that doesn’t matter since I’m gonna tear it off anyway.

“We all pitched in together.” Michael gleams proudly and throws it at me.

“I think I know what this isss.” I tear the paper off and smile when I see the bag full of green Kush. What more can a guy ask from his friends? Well, a really hot ass hoe I could screw in the room next door would be nice too but that can wait till later. Right now, I’m pleased enough.

“Do you like it?” asks Kyle. We all laugh and I nod.

“Thanks guys. So, anyone up to rolling a joint before hitting the other party?” They all say ‘Hell yeah’ and I start to prepare one.

 

Same night; 9:36pm-

We all take a few hits, passing it around and laughing about stupid shit. It isn’t till it’s almost out that Chris pulls out a small baggy. Inside is a powdery white substance and I wonder what it is exactly. Meth? PCP? I can’t see it too good since everything looks pretty tripped out.

“Who’s brave enough to try it?” He waves the baggy around, smiling at all of us.

“What is it?” I ask, leaning closer.

“PCP, also known as Angel Dust for you smartasses. So, anyone?” Hmm… I haven’t experimented with PCP much before so why not?

“Yeah I’ll take some.” Chris takes the stuff and we fix the joint so that it has some mixed in. I take a hit and then another one and I lay back. I wonder what sort of effects this will bring me? I’ve heard of people tripping pretty bad cause of it. What if I try to cut my arm off yo? That won’t be cool at all, I need my arms.

“Don’t worry about tripping out bad, we’ll watch you.” I take their word for it and I take yet another hit, letting the smoke encircle my lungs and burn my throat, up until I feel I can’t breathe and I need to let my lungs live again. I puff out the gray smoke, smiling as it floats around me.

“This dude is so blazed!” They laugh at me and I laugh too, watching as their faces look like they’re moving, but I know they really aren’t. My head feels extremely light, as though I’m floating and I can’t feel my body. I feel numb as fuck.

“Oh hey, it’s already 10 dude, we should head out to Mackenzie’s party.” Kyle stands up and so do the other two dudes. I don’t really feel like getting up anymore though.

“Come on Seth, we gotta go now.” They chuckle and help me up and then I feel pretty … pretty fucking pumped all of a sudden.

“Okaay.” I stand up and we all walk out, everything I look at looks like it’s far, far away from me. I can feel my heartbeat accelerating and then I feel like I’m on top of the world. This is rad. We walk down the road, through a nearby park that’s a shortcut and then through some person’s backyard. Down the road Mackenzie’s huge house is full of life, and the music is blaring full blast to the point that even we can hear it. As we get closer, my heart starts to beat even faster. I didn’t even think she remembered since she didn’t say happy birthday today, or even bothered to say anything about it yesterday.

“Happy Birthday!!” people say to me as I walk in, I get pats on the back and a lot of congrats and stuff. I look around the crowd, searching for her face but I don’t find it. Where is she?

“Who do you think it is?” I feel hands around my eyes, covering them from looking out any further. I recognize the voice immediately and I grin, reaching around me to grab Mackenzie’s small arms. Her hands come off me and I laugh when I see she’s standing on top of a box to be able to reach me.

“Ptf. What are you doing?” I pull her arms around me and swing her around.

“Waaahh! Put me down! Oh and yeah, HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!” She hugs me tightly and I hug her back with as much force, breathing in the smell of jasmine… and alcohol.

“You reek of alcohol mixed with decayed jasmines.” I say laughing and cringe when she smacks my back as hard as she can. Ow, that hurt.

“Yeah well you smell like marijuana. Were you smoking? I thought you promised you’d stop?” She pulls away and I put her down, trying to avoid her stare.

“It’s the last smoke with the guys; they gave it to me as my present so I couldn’t say no. Last time, I swear.” She seems unsure and gives me a small glare. Oh god.

“Well, I hope that’s true. I don’t like you smoking. It’s really, really bad for you Seth, especially with your condition! You don’t need that kind of thing.” I nod at what she says, not disagreeing since I don’t want to argue with her. I can feel the PCP doing it’s work, pulling me into that rushed state of mind where I feel as though I’m running out of time. Like I have to do something. Anything.

“Mackenzie, what do I get for my birthday?” If you said I could have you then you’d make this the best birthday I’ve had in the past 17 years of my life.

“I’m giving you this badass party, duhh.” She emphasizes that by looking around, and smiling back at me.

“Well, I mean like … “ I don’t know how to say it to her. Her big dark blue eyes stare back at me, and it’s as though I’m being pulled in by her. How does a girl do that to you? I don’t know if I’m in love with this girl, or if it’s all just physical. There’s only one way to find out though, isn’t there?

“Hmm? Like what?” She sounds clueless, but something about the way she’s looking at me makes me feel like she understands. I’ve known this girl my whole life, I grew up with her. We ran around in our diapers together. I’ve always been with her through the thick and thin, and I’ve always felt like she was more than a friend, and in some ways, we are. Though we never really make anything official, or move things forward, but that feeling is there. Or is it just me? Or is this just a physical thing? Or is this that thing where I think I love her since I’ve always been with her but I really don’t? I don’t know. Do I dare find out? Maybe.

“Hmm… something like this?” I lean forward and kiss her, grabbing her face and bringing it closer to mine. She kisses me back, just as eager and then we’re slipping away from all the noise, heading upstairs, to her room.

 

I’ve been with so many girls, yet none have ever made me feel like I have a reason to stay with them. I haven’t had that pull, or cling that draws me to them. This feels a little different, so I hope it isn’t the same thing.

I pick her up and she wraps her legs around me, we’re making out the whole time, and she’s pulling slightly at my hair. I slip my hands under her shirt and explore under there while I’m holding her up with my other arm. I kind of want to just throw her on the bed and completely fuck her up but leaning against the door to her room, with her hips pressed tightly against me and her hands grabbing me all over feels pretty damn great too.

“We shouldn’t be doing this; I have a boyfriend you know.” She gasps that out, completely out of breath and I smile, kissing her softly.

“Fuck your boyfriend.” I pull her closer and then I walk over to her bed, throwing her down on it. She can’t seriously be pulling that bullshit now.

“You shouldn’t make me do something like cheat on him.” She says that, but she isn’t fighting me off, or pushing me away or saying she doesn’t necessarily want to do it.

“Who’s making you do anything?” She smiles when I say that and pulls my head down so that she’s holding me tightly.

“Am I horrible or what? I don’t want you to stop.” She laughs to herself and I smile, continuing with the job. I pull her clothes off and then mine are gone too, and soon our bodies and skins are fused, jointed and tangled together. By the end we’re both breathless, yet I feel pretty content. The pull isn’t there though, and that disappoints me. Yet I also don’t know what it’s really supposed to feel like, so I’m not sure if I’m really feeling it. Or maybe I’m just trying to excuse it because I want it to be Mackenzie yet it isn’t. What is it?

“Mackenzie, what do you feel?” I ask, as we lay there staring at the ceiling. She’s probably thinking she just made a huge mistake, but that’s okay. It’s not like it hurts my feelings or anything.

“Shame. Embarrassment. Guilt. Love.” Is what her answer to me is. What is love? What does her answer even mean to me? Do I really care? I want to care. Yet the care seems to be missing. Why?

“And me? Where do I come into that?” I just want to know. I want to know where I stand in your mind, to see if the pull I want to feel towards you is worth it.

“You … you make me feel guilty, and I’m ashamed for what I did. I’m embarrassed of what we just did, but I love you and I’m happy we did this.” I see. So she’s happy?

”Are you sure you’re happy?” She stops smiling and stares at me with a serious face.

“Of course. What are you feeling?” What am I feeling?

“Confusion.” I feel as she slides off the bed and then I hear shuffling. I look over to see her putting her clothes on in a hurry. I just fucked up, didn’t I?

“You know, if you were unsure of what you were doing, then you shouldn’t have made me cheat on my boyfriend who I was seriously trying to fall in love with. I though you finally had your shit together so I went along with you but I guess you’re still the same, Seth.” I slide over to where she’s at and pull her back so that she’s sitting down.

“I’m not that confused. I think I love you, but I’m not sure what love is, so I don’t know if it’s really there or not, or if it’s just me wanting it to be there, because I can’t see anyone else but you being it.” I say that slowly, feeling somewhat awkward.

“That’s just it. You don’t know if you love me, I need someone who’s completely sure of what they feel for me otherwise it isn’t worth it. So I’m sorry, this isn’t going to work out, come back to me when your feelings are actually there.” She finishes putting her shirt on and then she walks out, leaving me to myself. Hmmm… Shouldn’t this be that part where I put my clothes back on in a hurry and I chase after her and tell her that I’m sure I love her? Like in some corny ass movie. Yet I can’t see that happening. Oh well, I guess I’ll leave her alone for a while. She’s just pissed. I have to admit, it kind of surprises me that she’s so experienced, so this probably isn’t her first time, plus she didn’t freak out or act like most girls do when it’s their first time. Hesitant. Scared. Awkward. Nervous.

Hmm. Maybe this was a mistake. What if she doesn’t talk to me anymore?

I put my clothes back on and head downstairs where the party is just as lively. I get drinks offered to me and I take them, not really knowing what they are. I don’t feel really good about myself though, since I know I hurt Mackenzie’s feelings. I can’t seem to find her anywhere. I look through the rooms, around the packed party people, outside, in the kitchen, and yet she seems to have vanished. What in the hell?

I finally get a reference to where she’s at and I walk towards the back door, where I hear her crying. I sigh and start heading to where she’s at but I hear another voice there.

“I’m sorry, I drank too much and for some reason, it just led to another. I don’t know what I was doing. I’m so sorry, Eric. Please, please forgive me.” Oh, so she’s running back to her boyfriend.

“Well, when I got a call from someone saying you were making out with some dude I lost it. I couldn’t imagine you doing something like that. How much did you drink?” Wow, he must be one hell of an idiot if he’s really buying the bullshit she’s feeding him. He must really like her, so he’s willing to pretend it was a mere alcohol prone thing to happen. Is that the kind of stupid love she wanted to make sure she had? If so, I don’t see how that’s really ‘love’. I don’t think it’s something I want to understand then, because to be honest it seems stupid as fuck.

“I drank a lot, way too much, I haven’t ever drank this much. And he just kissed me, and he pretty much just … I don’t know what I was doing.” So she’s going to throw all the blame on me? That’s fine I guess. It’s not like it hurts my feelings or anything. So much for being in love with me, huh?

“He just took advantage of you, huh? If I see that bastard, I swear-“ I smile, and walk towards them.

“You’ll what? Hit me? Get your gang of faggots to come after me? Huh? Take advantage, hm? Sorry, I don’t do that kind of thing. Mackenzie, you should know that, we grew up together after all. If you hadn’t begged me I wouldn’t have kept on going, you know? All it took was a simple ‘no’.” She seems shocked that I’m there and the dude seems to want to hit me, yet he just stands there. Can I say pussy or what? Mackenzie stands up from where she’s sitting at and pushes me back, I stare down at her with disappointment. She’s just like any other hoe out there, isn’t she? I thought she was so different too.

“Leave! Just … GO. I hate you!” She has a face full of crocodile tears, and she’s telling me such unkind words.

“Ow, my feelings. It’s my birthday today too and everything. Oh wait … not anymore it isn’t. But wow, you sure know how to make a guy feel special Mackenzie, but don’t worry about it, it’s not like it hurt my feelings or anything. See ya around.” I turn my back on her and walk away, back into the house full of noise, and people. Along the way I find Kyle and I tell him I’m leaving, he seems completely shocked and realizes there’s something wrong, so he follows me out.

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“Do you want to talk about it?” He asks as we’re heading down the street away from her house.

“Nothing much to it. Me and Mackenzie did it, and when I said I was unsure of what I felt for her she got pissed and ran to her boyfriend, and made me look like some rapist. Yeah, that’s what 16 years of friendship does sometimes.” He seems a bit surprised yet again.

“So you and Mackenzie … ? Damn. You fucking playa. So what are you guys mad at each other?” Well, I wouldn’t call it mad, more like she’s a fucking bitch and I hope she gets AIDS.

“Eh, something like that. She kicked me out of the party she made for me, ain’t that some shit.” Both Kyle and I laugh, realizing how fucking retarded that sounds. How the hell does that even happen? ‘Uh yeah, I got kicked out of my own birthday party.’ We cross the random backyard, and then head towards the park. I’m surprised a GPC hasn’t stopped us asking what we’re doing this late at night. Fuck the po-po yo, we don’t deal with that kind of shit.

“I didn’t think Mackenzie was that kind of girl, dude. Sorry to hear that, I really thought you two would hit it off tonight and everything.” He shakes his head and I sigh.

“Well, to be honest, I’m actually pretty glad we didn’t. I wouldn’t want to go out with a cheap, shallow, dumb hoe bag like her anyway. She’s a commoner in my eyes now.” Kyle laughs and we sit on the swings, staring up into the sky. Why is it that this world seems to have gotten more fucked up as the years have gone by?

The police aren’t just the police anymore. At least not like how they’re described in history books, where they only had certain powers and shit. In fact, ‘police officers’ is an extinct phrase; nowadays what we like to call them for laughs is the GPC, also commonly known as the Government’s Pest Control. They send these armed forces into cities and towns, killing people if they seem to go against the government, and do pretty much as they please. You can’t argue back or they automatically feel they have the right to eliminate you. They’re formally known as the GSF, which stands for Government Security Forces, but all that bullshit about security is well, bullshit.

In this day and age, the government doesn’t care about its people, because the people stopped caring about what the government did, they didn’t care who got elected as long as that was out of the way and they could live their lives. Since no one bothered to really pay attention to what was going on, the government slowly started taking control of little things, and from little things bigger things got restricted and before we knew it, we weren’t living in our free, do it all country, we were being regulated and caged like common slaves, unless you had the money to keep them off you. They’re like cockroaches no one wants around, and you can’t get rid of them easy either. Yet everyone likes to act as though nothing’s wrong and we’re still living in those times where we were able to do what we pleased. We’re living in a different age now, and people need to realize they need to take control for things to change, yet no one’s really brave to stand up.

“Dude, I think I see a GPC team.” Kyle stands up from the swing he’s sitting and begins to back up. I don’t really give a shit on the other hand.

“Oh, go ahead and head to my place if you want. I’m gonna stay here a little while longer.” I kinda just want to be alone.

“Dude! The GPC are coming! You can’t stay here!” He tries to pull at my arm but I brush him off.

“Dude. I’ll be alright. I’ll meet up with you later, if you’re so scared then just go.” He stands there unsure for a few more seconds and then I hear his footsteps as he’s running away. What a pussy.

“Who’s there?!” I know it’s them, yet I don’t really care. But maybe I shouldn’t make trouble tonight; it was my birthday an hour ago after all.

”Heyy officers.” They glare down at me and I stare at their guns. They’re carrying huge automatic weapons, which are normal, but they seem to be looking for someone.

“What are you doing at this hour? Go home, kid. There’s a wanted criminal in this area you know? If you get killed that won’t be our problem.” Yeah, yeah sure. And kid? I’m not a kid yo.

“Alright, will do.” I sit there waiting for them to leave but they don’t budge.

“What are you waiting for? Scram!” One of them yells. I sigh and stay in my position, not really wanting to get up. Either I get shot down by these guys for ignoring simple commands like these, or I listen to them obediently and get up from my comfortable position and go home to hear Kyle’s sermon over how I should have listened to him and not almost gotten myself killed.

“But I don’t really want to go home man. Just pretend I’m not here, it shouldn’t be that hard.” I pull out my box of cigarettes and a lighter, lighting one up and dragging the smoke into my lungs. I’ve never actually liked cigarettes but I have nothing better than this so might as well.

“Are you going against our or-“ Something falls from the sky at that moment interrupting the GPC dude from finishing his sentence. They all turn from me and then give each other a look, which seems to be a signal. They stand in some sort of formation and point at the spot where whatever landed seemed to crawl towards to. I’ll laugh so hard if it was just a stupid squirrel.

“Kid, go home now if you don’t want to die.” One guy points his gun at me and I puff out the heavy smoke out.

“Fine fine, I don’t want to get in your guys’ way.” I stand up and begin to walk away. I really am just leaving because I don’t want to be smack in the middle of some damn shoot out. As soon as I’m maybe 20 feet away I start to hear gun shots. Hm, they must be having fun. Then I hear it, full throttle running right behind me. What in the hell—I’m suddenly knocked to the ground by some random dude, who pulls me by the shirt and then starts to drag me off to the side of the building up ahead. He has immense strength, and I can’t pull away whatsoever. He’s huge too, like some abnormal giant. I feel like a small child being dragged.

“What the fuck! Let go you dumb shit!” I’m twisting around the ground like some ragged doll, trying to free myself from this freaks’ grasp, but it isn’t working. What if this guy is the dude those GPC dipshits are looking for? If so then I’m fucked.

I manage to tear the shirt I have on a bit and then I unfold myself from it, rolling a bit on the ground but regaining my composure quickly to run the hell away from there. Maybe I should have listened to Kyle …

“Where do you think you’re going?” the dude grabs me from the neck before I can run even two steps and throws me against the wall. What does this freak want from me? I grind my teeth and throw a punch at him, hitting him in the face. He backs away in pain and I gasp in some air, holy fuck that was close, I thought he’d definitely choke me to death. In my attempt to gasp some air he grabs my head and slams it repeatedly against the wall, my vision begins to blur out and I can feel blood trickling down my mouth. Why? Why? I can’t die like this. Not now. Not yet.

“Fuck you!!” I yell out and use my legs to kick him back, he stumbles back a bit, laughing at my attempt and I fall to the ground. He towers over me, and picks me up by the head again, holding me right against him. Ah shit, don’t tell me he’s some gay rapist criminal, cause that’s fucked up on so many levels.

“You smell so … so delicious who would have thought I’d find a treat like you here?” His voice sounds like some satanic voice that was tuned to sound like some freaky ass toy you’d buy in Spencer’s or Hot Topic. And what does he mean I smell delicious? That’s just scary. How can I escape from him? And why is it that nobody seems to be passing by or anything? Where are those useless GPC dudes?

“Man, you sure are fucking creepy. I’m not some candy you can eat you ugly ass troll, now let me go!!” It’s impossible to escape him though, he has me completely down.

“Calm down, I’m not going to kill you. You see, I’m dying and I need a body … a delicious tasting body like yours. You have potential kid, any normal person would have lost consciousness after being banged around so much, but you’re still trying to fight back. It’s entertaining to see how much you can endure, but I don’t want to go too far, since I don’t want you too exhausted. On top of that … I’m sure you’ll taste delicious. I get something sweet before I rest for a long, long time.” What is he talking about? I don’t understand anything he’s saying. He grabs one of my arms, and I watch as he leans his face towards it. What … what is he doing? What is he going to do?

“Don’t be scared …” He smiles at me like a total creep and then opens his mouth wide, revealing sharp teeth. I flinch and try to pull my arm away but it’s not use. I need to … I need to escape. I need to get out of here! I use my other free arm and try to grab him from around the neck but everything seems so hazy too, I can’t feel too much pain since my body’s still feeling a bit numb from the PCP but I do get small stings here and there. I’m kind of glad I smoked that shit, who knows how things would have turned out otherwise. I’d be coiling in pain, probably.

I can’t escape him though, and the more I move around, the more energy I’ll be wasting. Is he trying to bite me? Is he some kind of zombie? What if I turn into a zombie? That’s just fucking crazy. Stupid GPC dudes why couldn’t they do their job right instead of probably fucking around and wasting time. I don’t want to die here. I can’t let that happen, I don’t know what I’m going to do, but this motherfucker isn’t taking me down. He stares at me without saying anything, and I notice the abnormal hue his eyes are. They’re red. He has red eyes.

Is he some kind of vampire wanna be? A lot of people do that these days, and change their eye color with a simple color injection. Fast and easy surgery. This dude’s probably some nut from a psychiatric ward that escaped, and he thinks he’s some sort of vampire so he wants to bite me. But fine, if that’s what he wants… I’ll let him. He opens his mouth as wide as he probably can and then brings down his teeth into my skin, biting down with enough force to probably take a horse down. The pain is immense, and I hold in a cry of pain. It feels like I’m getting stabbed repeatedly, and my skin feels as though it’s on fire. I want to tear it off! My blood feels drained, and I’m getting weaker, I can feel it.

“You …” I can’t even talk. The words won’t come out. He’s so into what he’s doing though, so I’m sure if I hit him now, he’ll be down easy. If I could move… that is. I can’t move my body at all. How am I going to get away from him? How can I shake him off? I have to do something! I use my right hand to hit him as hard as I can, he flinches, yet doesn’t let go. I hit him again, and again. His hold on me doesn’t release, even while his face is full of blood, and swelling up. Why won’t he let go?!

“LET GO!” I start to hit him over and over, getting desperate as the pain worsens. I don’t know how much longer I can hold up. To my surprise he releases my arm, and I see two holes from where his teeth sunk into my flesh. Well, I hope that doesn’t get infected. He starts to laugh at me, with that same creepy demonic sounding voice and I cringe a little. This punk ass bitch ass mother fucking ugly ass troll is really pissing me off.

“You dun’ goofed, freak.” He tilts his head at me and I push my body forward, so that I throw us both to the ground. I took Brazilian jui jitsu training for fucking years, I’ve been boxing since I was a kid, and I can’t do anything about a guy like this? Just because he’s huge, and creepy as shit? Fuck that.

I grab his leg and twist it up, then pull it forward so that he flips over, causing him to release his hold on my head. When he’s down I twist his leg so that it’s bent, and smile when he gaps in pain.

“Alright, it’s payback, bitch.” Before he says anything back, I strike his leg, and hear it crack. I let it go and hold him down so that he’s immobile, with his arms behind his back. I feel really weak though, and I know I’m not using as much strength as I should be able to. But that’s probably because he bashed my head against that brick wall at least 6 times, and he choked me, and he bit my arm and … I don’t know but that bite really took a lot from me. Should I just go ahead and kill him? Those GPC guys are probably looking for him…. So if I kill him, they’ll probably find out later it was me. I don’t really give a shit though; I want to kill this guy. I really, really do. I can just say it was self-defense, cause in truth, it really is.

“That’s right, kill me if you want. I’ve already finished what I came out here to accomplish … I’ll be back for you later, I can promise you that. You’ll end up looking for me, looking for answers, trying to survive ahahaha!” He starts laughing and I get a chill down my spine. Fuck you! I take a hold of his neck and without hesitation break it. His body is left limb and I back away from it. I … I just killed this dude. Should I have killed him? What am I going to do now? Do I just leave? I probably should. Actually, I should go to a hospital because this bite is looking pretty weird. It’s already turning a dark purple. I look down at the dude, taking in his appearance for the first time. He has dark longish hair, and he’s skeleton skinny. He looks really unhealthy, all pale and weak. How did such a guy have so much strength? What if I really turn into some zombie thing?

Creepy.

I stand up and start to slowly walk away from the corpse. I’ll let them find it, and if they want, they can question me later. I can feel blood slowly sliding down through my hair, down onto my neck from the wound on my head. My vision’s blurring pretty hardcore too, what if I don’t make it home? I have to though … it’s right up ahead, I can see the building from here. I need to … I need to make it. I rest against the wall and then everything completely blurs out, slowly fading and causing everything to start blotching into blackness. Oh no, my body’s giving out. I am asking a lot from it, but I need to make it to my apartment, I can’t stay out here. What if somebody else finds me? What if that freak had friends? What if they’re after me right now?

Shit. Shit. Shit. I can’t be acting all paranoid. I pull my cell phone out and call the first number that I click. I don’t care who it is … but please, just someone come out and find me.

“… hello?” I hear a voice on the other end and I put the phone to my ear. Who did I call?

“Hey it’s Seth … I’m out in the back building … by that run down bakery and …” I stop to catch some air, since I get the feeling I can’t breathe, my lungs aren’t catching any oxygen it seems and that’s a real shame, “.. and .. I need help. Just get someone to come out here and help me, please.”

“Seth! Hey! What happened?!” I think I called Mackenzie, but I’m not sure. I can’t recognize the voice, and everything’s closing around me. I lose the strength to keep holding my cellphone up and it falls, hanging up on whoever was freaking out on the other side. I close my eyes and let my mind wander, since it’s all I can do.

Am I dying? That’s really scary. I don’t want to die, not out here. This has got to be the shittiest way to die. I get attacked by some random vampire zombie wanna be guy that likes to bite people, and then from a bite … this happens. Maybe I will turn into a zombie, or better yet, what if I turn into a vampire. Aha, that’s funny.

Real funny.

He said that I’d end up looking for him and answers. Answers to what, though? And what did he mean by ‘he had finished what he came to accomplish’ ? Why are people so damn vague? My arm hurts really badly too. It’s throbbing, and a fire seems to be burning around it. What if it gets infected and I end up having to get it cut off? That wouldn’t be cool, I need my arms.

I don’t know how long I sit there, but I eventually hear my name getting called out. I can’t seem to respond though, since my body seems to have shut down, and it also seems as though they called an ambulance, and it seems as though the same GPC dudes who warned me earlier are there, so it seems likely that they also found the other body since I didn’t walk that far from it. So many seeming probabilities. So then, what’s going to happen to me?

I think I hear a news crew here too?

“…His friends say they got a call from the victim giving his location, and not too far from him lay the body of the wanted criminal known as Russell Belovski, who escaped from armed GSF as they were transferring him to his new ward. He was declared dead after being found shortly after not too far from the victim’s body. The victim’s name is said to be Seth Mitchells, who also happens to be the son of Ezekiel Mitchells, head of the prestigious company Ammunition Gun Works, he is also the founder of the GSF facility..”

Why is that? What’s going on? Am I going to jail? It was self-defense, I swear. I can feel my body though, at least a little more than earlier, but that’s probably because my skin feels as though it’s being burned to ashes. It isn’t merely my arm anymore, it’s my whole body. Even my soul seems to cry out, like it’s being sucked up, left to nothing. What’s happening to me? I want to… I want to ...

I sit up, and open my eyes wide. I want to get out of here, that’s what I want to do. Everyone turns to me in shock, and it freaks out the medic people around me, who immediately start barking orders about getting a sedation needle ready. Like hell they’re going to sedate me, I don’t need that. I look around me, at the news crew, who seem to have stopped what they’re doing, and are focusing their camera on me. I stare at the camera, and then turn back to the medics who are frantically trying to get their shit together. Hm, I could just leave now. But wait, I do need to get to the hospital. Did they treat my bite wound at least? Yes, yes they did. Good. I put one leg over the stretcher, then the other, and jump off. Two medics run to me, trying to stop me but I push them off easily. What is this? Why do I feel like this? Like I’m on top of the world. Even though I hurt all over, I feel great too. It’s strange.

“Seth! Just let them take you!” I see Mackenzie’s face emerge from a crowd of people trying to get a look at me and I glare at her. Why does she give a shit about what happens to me? It isn’t any of her business.

“Seth! Listen to her! They can help you!” Kyle comes out from who knows where, and he’s breathing hard. He must have fought against the crowd.

“Help me? I don’t need any help, I’m perfectly fine.” Why is everyone acting so scared?

“You don’t understand, Seth. That guy bit you, he was a carrier of a rare virus the government’s trying to keep under control, and you need to let them take you so they can make sure you’re fine.” Kyle actually believes their bullshit? A virus? Well, actually that’s a pretty good probability since he did look really sick. If he is carrying that ‘virus’ and he bit me does that mean that I’m possibly carrying that virus now? Well that’s not cool. Maybe I should just listen to him and go. Yeah, I mean, look at what happened for not listening to the GPC. I should just let them do their thang. I sigh and let the medics put me out. It doesn’t even take five minutes for the effects to start up, and soon enough I’m out cold.

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When I wake up again I’m lying on a bed, and I have all these tubes connected to me. I can sense the needles that are under my skin, all over. I look around, at the light that’s too bright, and try to make out faces. I can hear voices, giving orders and reading my current condition out. Am I mutating? Am I turning into a zombie? That’s actually kind of cool, but not the part where I die and I eat people, well maybe eating people is kind of cool, but not the part where I lose myself. I shouldn’t have let him bite me, but I knew that’s what he was after and I wouldn’t have a chance against him unless he was distracted. Fuck me.

“He’s awake, can he see us?” No I can’t see you.

“I doubt it; he began losing his eyesight approximately 45 minutes ago, so even if he can see it isn’t very good at all.” I’m going blind? Ah, hell. That sucks ass.

“That’s a shame, he’s so handsome too. I wonder what his father must be feeling; he’s the only son, and probably the heir.” Ah, that’s right. I wonder what my dad must be doing right about now. Is he upset because he’s gonna have to take responsibility of the company again? I was pretty much in charge of it for a couple of years, since he always said I should ‘start preparing’ but I know he only said that because he didn’t like dealing with the company. He didn’t like the work. If so, I wonder if my sister will take charge if I die. Am I going to die? I’m sure my mother is happy. She did always tell me to go die, and she hates me. I guess her dream is finally coming true. Isn’t that nice?

Ahhh, my body hurts again. It feels like it’s on fire all over again, this time it doesn’t feel very good at all. What’s going to happen to me? Why can’t these useless nurses or whatever they are give out information on that out? It hurts so much. It’s unbearable, why can’t they do something about it? Why can’t they give me something to put it out? Why?

“He’s moving a lot. I wonder if it hurts? Che-“ I hear something go off, it’s a loud alarm sounding beep, causing the nurses to freak out.

“His heart beat is … is …Get the doctor! Blood pressure is rising… this is out of control! What the hell’s going on?!” I hear footsteps running off, and the nurse that’s here is breathing heavily. My heartbeat does feel weird, it’s going haywire, and I know that. It’s painful, too. Am I having a heart attack? It sure feels that way. As though it’s about to rip through my skin, leaving me heartless and empty. My head hurts now, along with the rest of my body. A strong sensation of heat is pulsing through me, and I can’t breathe.

“Hold on, they’re on their way. You’re breathing hard, is it hard to do that too?” Why yes, yes it is. Thank you for noticing, can you do something about it? I hear lots of footsteps in the room at that moment, a dude’s voice, who sounds like the main doctor. Lots of other voices are there too, and I know they’re touching me. Even though my body is partially numb, I still get tingly prickles letting me know that.

“Hmm … it seems he’s right in the middle of mutation. Get me a blood sample now!” So I’m mutating? Does that mean I’m turning into a zombie?

“Doctor here’s the scan we took of his brain and –“ my brain, eh?

“Let me see that.” The doctor stays quiet, probably staring at the scans. “When did you take these? As soon as he was brought in?” Ohh, he sounds worried.

“Yes, sir.” It gets quiet and then suddenly my chest begins to give me problems. This isn’t like the rest of the pain; this actually makes me want to scream out. I can’t handle this. Why aren’t they doing anything if they see I’m in pain? What the fuck are you people doing? I open my eyes, and everything’s completely clear. I look around, at the faces staring back at me and I look down at my body. Why does it hurt so much if it looks so normal … is it because of the bite? I look over at it, and notice that’s it’s healed. It’s as if I never got bit in the first place, the only thing that I can see are the two holes that have left scarring. They’re almost unnoticeable though.

“Doctor, do you want us to put him out?” I immediately turn to the nurse who asks that and glare at her. She looks at the ground and then steps back slowly.

“How are you feeling?” is what the doctor says. I don’t know how to answer. It’s a mix of pain, and anxiousness… and I also don’t know how I’m supposed to be feeling. I feel so … so … I can’t explain it.

“Where am I?” I look around, and notice that this doesn’t look like a normal hospital. The hell did they take me to?

“You’re in the GSF hospital, don’t worry this place is very safe. We’re all doctors who are here to help you get better. You want to get better, right?” Why is this fool talking to me like I’m stupid?

“Buddy, I’m not 5 years old. You don’t need to talk to me like that. Has my father been contacted?” The doctor seems a bit surprised but he answers my question right away.

“Ah … yes. He’s on his way as we speak.” Hm, so the old man’s worried eh?

“Hm, that’s good. I feel okay now so I don’t think I need to stay here anymore. Am I allowed to be discharged when my father comes for me?” Say yes.

“I’m afraid not. You see, you’re very, very sick. You still need a lot of help before you can leave.” I’m that sick?

“But I feel fine.” I don’t want to stay here man.

“You don’t look fine, son.” He brings me a mirror and gives it to me. I give him a confused look and stare into the mirror, at my reflection. What I see shocks me. I … have red eyes. My eyes are fucking red.