Kapitel 2: I want to live...
There were a lot of unanswered questions lingering in his mind but he couldn't entertain it for now. He had a lot to do after exam week. He has to prepare for his graduation that's coming soon. A lot of paperworks to pass to ensure that he could graduate. Research papers, exams, thesis and his part time job, nothing can make him more tired balancing his own time and now add those dreams.
He couldn't focus what's going on these past few days. He felt tired but not at all. He felt exhausted but full of energy. He has to solve the problem in his test paper but he kept thinking about those strange dreams. What was the meaning of those dreams. He walked for a long time on the darkness and...
"Time's up! Pass your papers in the front."
"Sht." he cursed. Forget those strange dreams he had to graduate first to ensure his future but nope, it wasn't easy. He has to think all day about those dreams and forgot to answer properly. He might not graduate at all. At least it was the end of the week.
He stood up and started to exit the room. He has no friends so his time were mostly spent on his part time job and at home. He's not a loner nor unfriendly. He was just a transferee from this school, same university different campus. He didn't try to socialize nor talk to them unnecessarily. He would if he needed or if they talked to him but other than that... none. He has a lot on his plate. He couldn't fit in the unnecessarily attention of others nor need to prove that he was good. He believed that life was much easier to explore alone.
" I'm home." he said but what greeted him was silence. Yes, he was also alone at home not because he was truly alone but his parents were on their own job. No one really paid attention to him at home. When his parents were at their home they barely talk. When they do, it's all business like 'how was school' or 'how was work'. He felt detached with this life but he has to do his very best. He didn't even know that what lead to him hoping to disappear like people from the television was because of his life being miserable. He thought he was fine but he was not. He was on a brink of crossing that line without him knowing it. It was in the back of his head. It would resurface when he felt like going down for a while. Pitying his self, he wished that tonight his death would be real.
"Tonight, after I lay... please... please be good to me." he prayed before sleeping.
At the same time on another world.
"Are you ready to die in my hands?" a woman asked in a menacing tone akin to hate but the man only stared at her like he was bored.
"Just bring it on. You're wasting my time." the man said looking at the woman strangely. It was a common occurence for him. It was a daily occurence. Everyday, people would challenge him. Challenge him or kill him for them to take his place or test their skills. Well, no one ever succeeded before so he was not even worried about accepting the challenge even if it was a woman. In this life, if you showed weakness because they were woman then it's your weakness. It's the end of the line for you if you encountered one.
The world they were in was not normal at all. The world where strong people were chased down. Strong people were always engaging in battle fighting endless battle without any satisfaction. Well, he's not complaining. He was once like them before. Challenging and battling stronger opponent like your life depended on it. But now, nothing could keep up with him. He's not bored as a matter of fact he welcomed it. Maybe he hoped someday he could regain that feeling again. Fighting like it was the end of your line that in a matter of second you could die. He was not a battle maniac but with his everyday life you would be fed up of it. Weak people asking you to fight only to end in a second.
"Did you forget me? Really? Is it because you're powerful enough that you forgot how to gravel in front of someone who's stronger than you?" the woman narrowed her eyes burning with deep resentment and anger.
"Do I know you? I can't seem to think anyone with a face like you."
"Oh really? Then die without knowing my name!" the woman lunged forward to the man lifting her arms punching in the direction of the man.
The man kept his cool on evading all of the woman's attempt. Seemingly, memorizing her movements. Every punch causes a shockwave that would make you keel over but if it could only land.
"Don't just evade! Fight me! I wouldn't want to bully a young man like you."
"Sure enough I've seen your power enough. Why don't you use your abilities now?"
"Tsk. Am I an idiot? I know your ability so much that I would cry over a river if I could just kill you!"
"Why are you bent on killing me? What did I do wrong? I know that you hated me not because of my position."
"Of course, like you I am content on my position now. But sometimes, you just have to teach some lessons to the bad guys like you who don't know where they belong!"
"Then let's settle this. I will take you seriously."
"That's what I wanted. I will punch you so hard that you won't even see another day"
At the same time, someone was falling from the sky directly falling from above the people fighting. Without even knowing what was happening Rain opened his eyes only to see that he was falling from the sky. Unconciously he tried to grab something on thin air, only to grab air.
"So this is the way that I would die. Really? Another fucking dream!" he said waiting for him to fall and die. But what he saw next was quite unbelievable. Not far from where he was going to fall. He saw a man and a woman exchanging blows that produced shockwaves and sounds that was too strong and noisy. Then he free fall in the middle. "Wait! What the fck! Don't!"
The next thing he knew. He was punched and heard all his bones breaking like it was grinded and he shot out. The two people stopped fighting when they saw that their punched connected on something or someone who wasn't them. They heard a cough filled with pain and they saw a young man in a rock that was broken by the impact.
"I-I'm dying." the young man cried with his blood pouring out of him. He could see his life flashing through his eyes. So this was what you called 'your life flashes through your eyes when dying' he mused coughing out blood. He was hurt all over his body. He was dying, his lungs were punctured by his bones and his bones were... well they're broken. So tonight, the fcking dream did seem to be real. It was real. He didn't know why or how but he knew... that what was happening was real. But before he finally closed his eyes he said "I want to live..."
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