Its the apocalypse, be prepared for death destruction and teens being teens. Awkwardness beyond belief and misinterpreted signals.

This generation has a newer threat, Generation Z-OMBIE is about a group of teens trying to survive in the apocalyptic world. I have changed the title to Generation Z-OMBIE because the previous title was unprofessional.

24 teens who was busy living a normal life but suddenly got thrown into a world where their ‘unique’ is known and appreciated. It was all fun when the supposed ‘mastermind’ gave them the chance to fulfill one wish and all of them said...

“To be normal”

The mastermind glinted their eyes to the 24 teens frozen in place as they heard this,

“Then... climb yourself up to the top”

"AHHHHH!" The three girls screamed on top of their lungs, echoing on the island. Birds flew in every direction, startled. Bella informed Fluffy telepathically. A roar was heard, then everything's at peace again.
Devan, Dawn, Desiree, and Danika were holding their chest-puffing deeply. They looked at everybody with their eyes as if asking for an explanation. But one by one, the adults left and went to do their work.
Adelle sat beside the teens and explained everything calmly. Bella and Aunt Deborah discussed the benefits of water. A drop can close small wounds, burns, and cuts. Twenty drops of pure space water can cure fatigue, minor discomforts, and illnesses. Half glass can immediately save a person having strokes, heart attacks. Although they are not permanently cured of illnesses, there's a slow improvement in their health. A glass improves the health of those who have terminal diseases such as cancer patients. Her theory is that drinking three glasses of water in one week can cure terminal illness!
Aunt Deborah halted the experiment because if the news comes out, it will endanger Bella. She personally executed the experiment and the results are hidden. Bella felt touched with this and continued helping.
Her proposal would be mixing it with the medicine. So the improvement will be slow and will not attract attention. Before the arrival of the apocalypse, it would cure the patients. She offered shares from the company. Bella accepted her request but refused the shares since she doesn't lack money. She prepared 100 barrels of space water for the production of the medicine.
She moved back to where the teens were. Everybody gasped when she popped on the sofa.
Looking at them, their eyes were shocked but twinkling with excitement. She chuckles, contented with their reaction, especially Danika who dives to her embrace.
"Sis, can I do that too?!" Bella looks at everybody waiting in anticipation. She sighed and explained the arrival of the apocalypse.
"So it means, it depends on luck." Devan asked, rubbing his chin. It would be great to have some ability, but hoped that peace would remain instead. If it's inevitable for them, who grew up training for combat since when they're young, fighting won't be a problem.
After some discussion, Dawn, Devan, Danika, and Desiree joined the construction. With their help, they work faster. It's amazing to see these rich kids wearing branded clothes now smothered with dirt, working diligently. You can't judge anybody with their appearance.
Ten minutes before midnight, the adults stopped working. It shocked the teens! Aside from Grandpa Tang and Grandma Meihui, the others jumped in the river. Looking at them enjoying themselves, they followed and jumped. Slowly, the fatigue vanished. When they saw their parents drinking, they copied too.
One by one they emerge from the river. Bella slowly removed the water from their bodies. Desiree's amazed observing the drops of water leaving their bodies. Dawn gasped when she noticed her skin changed! The teens inspected their bodies and looked at Bella. Everybody laughed, then she popped mirrors in front of them. My goodness! Their skin is firm but smooth and glowing. So that's how their grandparents got their youthful bodies! The girls embraced Bella and thanked her.
In the study, Grandpa continuously reminded them of its secrecy. The teens now understood why they rarely leave the villa these past days. Their youthful looks will cause a sensation. Weeks from now will be Bella and Dean's engagement party so slowly, they'll visit some friends in the circle. The news will surely spread about their miraculous encounter before the party.
After that, Dean led them to the underground base. It surprised them how well they hid it from them. All these years growing up in the villa, they suspected nothing. Devan fell in love with the place. The girls are also astonished to see the hydroponics farm that is now fully operating. Rows and columns of lamps and tubes with small plants can be seen. Under it are huge containers with different fish species swimming freely.
The next day, the teens are a little depressed. It's really hard to accept that their lives will change. They also worry about their friends. How to convince them to prepare without disclosing the secret? Bella's not worried coz they'll avoid the punishment. She also understood how they felt, but the earlier they accepted, the better.
Bella drove to the Tangs to drop off Adelle's grandparents. Then she and Adelle went to the warehouse and managed the deliveries. More beds, mattresses, and quilts were delivered. Then they went to her company's warehouses and moved the stuff in space. There are more winter clothes, rolls of fabrics, threads, and sewing machines.
They returned to the warehouse where more goods were delivered after that. Canned foods, noodles, and dried goods like mushrooms. Also, equipment like food dehydrators, food sealers, wheat milling machines, pasta makers, and oil extraction machines.
When Bella sees this, it intrigues her. If something happens to the machine, some pieces might not be available in the future if they break. Why not learn the old way of making things, like soap, toothpaste, oils, cheese, flour without relying on technology? When she told Adelle about it, she happily searched the net for possible lessons they could take. There are short courses like making natural soaps and toothpaste in the city. Some farms specialize in mushroom cultivation, cheese making, and olive oil extraction, but in Shoda Country.
Adele is very good at negotiation. The farms don't accept visitors, but she offered a price they couldn't ignore. Although they have to sign an agreement to conceal their secrets and not use it for commercial purposes, they agreed. It won't matter in the future anyway, plus Bella only wants to learn for personal use since she planted a lot of wheat and olives in space.
She believes in human strength and innovation. Bella felt hopeful for the future, so learning these could benefit future generations even if she's not sure if the resources will be available. It's a pity if this knowledge will disappear in history.
After the training, she told Dean her plans and agreed to accompany them to Shoda Country the day after tomorrow. After taking a shower, she and Uncle Desmond drove to the company to move the cement houses.
She's overjoyed seeing cute cement houses shaped like seashells! There are also snail shapes, gulf oyster drills, tulip shells, and shark eye moon. A door and small holes serve as windows.
At the back, she saw houses marked with numbers 1, 2, and 3. Uncle explained that these can be positioned like pyramids! The house with number 3 is the base, then the second is the middle and one is on the top. It saves space, and it looks like mini apartments! She happily moved everything in space. Dean saw her good mood, and they ate dinner with gusto.
With so many hands, they work even faster. Half work with the village and half build the bridge. Bella diverted the flow of water so the columns are drilled easily that serves as the foundation. They went to sleep satisfied with the results.
Today, Bella and Adelle took the DIY courses on how to make detergents, bath soaps, and toothpaste using natural agents. In the afternoon, they managed deliveries and then went to train at the villa. Dean took her to the garage and moved the customized hummers. One is colored black, and the other is camouflage. She's also surprised to see camouflage colored vehicles called MRAP. They looked cool and sturdy with the guns on the roof.
After that, they did the same routine after dinner. The next day, the three of them flew to Shoda Country. She's nervous because this is where her parents disappeared.
Shoda country is famous for its unique food and culture. It's one of the cleanest countries in the world. Home of the legendary samurai, the popular pink blossom tree, infamous hot springs, and perfect cone volcano.
When they landed, they went to eat in a restaurant famous for its raw seafood delicacy. After checking in the hotel, they went out to shop. They ate dinner at the hotel and rested after that. Adelle started saving DIY videos from the net and some random videos related to history, general knowledge, nature, etc.. Most of the electronic devices won't work anymore, but it may not be permanent. Humans are intelligent, surely will make history again.
The next day, they went to the olive farm where they learned how to extract oils by the old method, using stone wheels. Then they went to learn cheese making in the afternoon after having a luxurious lunch. After that, they went shopping and went back to the hotel.
The next day, they rented a large container truck and visited a mushroom farm where they studied how to grow and dry them. The three of them were like a sponge, absorbing everything. It also amazes Dean. He read about this in books, but it's a different feeling when it's actually done.
After the lesson, Bella bought a lot of spawn seeds of different species. As usual, they made several trips and almost emptied the stockroom. The owner was delighted with the purchase and gave them some rare types and books about growing them. He was doubtful at first. Most of his products are exported to Vittoria country, but when Dean showed him a document that it will be used to feed the soldiers and not for commercial use, he calmed down and talked a lot about his personal experience.
Maybe because of the space water, the three of them were able to memorize easily, absorbing everything he said. He also recommended some tourist spots, so since the lessons are finished, they would go the next day. When they got to the hotel, Bella entered the space and scattered the mushroom seeds in ideal spots all over the island.
After breakfast, they started the city tour and ate delicacies in food stalls. It took them an entire day because of the traffic, but they still enjoyed it.
The next day, Dean's subordinate Switch came with a car and took them to some tourist spots outside the city.
"You have a pleasant name." Adelle said politely.
"Not for a good reason though."
"Why?" Switch looked at the rear mirror and saw Dean nod.
"I got it during my early training days. We failed our group exam because I accidentally switched on the power while we were wearing our night goggles. The enemy group took the chance to beat us in our momentary blindness, thus failing the exam…."
"Oh sorry, but it's a cute name though." Bella smiled brightly. He blushed for a second but recovered quickly when he peeked at his Boss's glaring eyes.
"Where are we going, anyway?"

Sky turned red, meteors fell. Screams and explosions everywhere. For unknown reason, people started having magic powers.. Most were happy but it didn't last long. Soon came the undead. To survive, kill or be killed. 

Her mom disappeared. She was betrayed by her ex-fiance' and killed by her step-sister. 
Now she rebirth a year before the apocalypse, equip with magical space, this time will it be the same?


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It was the middle of summer in Jiangchuan.
Outside an industrial Zone in the suburbs, an orange scooter nimbly drove around a bend, then stopped steadily next to the security post of a "Pengda Toy Factory".
After parking the scooter and taking out the key, Meng Lang looked up at the big sign that read "Pengda Toy" on top of the factory building and felt at ease.
It had been nearly a month since he woke up in this parallel universe!
In the past month, Meng Lang was first alarmed, but gradually became surprised and wild with joy. The change in his mentality was tremendous.
He had been a most common director of TV series and thought he would live this life sucking up to investors and directing cheesy soap operas. Transmigration was the last thing he had ever expected!
He probably had a little too much to drink with his producer the other night and the street lamp was flickering overhead. He stepped onto a watermelon peel when he wasn't looking… Yes, a watermelon peel! Suddenly, he slipped and fell backward. The back of his head landed on a sharp brick on the sidewalk…
When he woke up, he was astonished when he realized that he was in the body of a young man in a parallel universe, who had just graduated from college.
The young man was called Meng Lang, which was identical to his original name. He had graduated from the computer science department of Jiangchuan University and was about to go back to his hometown to inherit the toy factory from his old man.
During the past month, Meng Lang combed through his current social connections and thanks to the convenience brought by the internet, he was able to find out the difference between this universe and the one he came from.
In simple terms, this world was identical to the one he came from in every way except for the literary and art circles…
Through some online research, Meng Lang was surprised to discover that some of the literature, movies, TV series, and animation works that existed in his universe were unheard of here. Instead, he found works here that he had no knowledge of. 
He was pleasantly surprised when he found out that different universes worked differently. This world attached great importance to intellectual property rights and piracy had been cracked down on to the point that these businesses had been wiped off the face of earth all together.
It gave him an opportunity to become the ultimate plagiarist!
After discovering that, Meng Lang could only think of one thing, which was to take advantage of the countless classic works he remembered and recreate all the literature, movies, and TV series in this world. That way, he would become an eminent writer and a great director who would get all the attention!
Once he was ready to put his plan into action, he realized something in embarrassment.
The premise of becoming a great plagiarist was that he could remember everything about his old world, which included reproducing verbatim all the books, songs, and scripts.
But… he wouldn't be able to do that. 
Take the books for an example; he had read more web novels than he could remember, but could at most only recall the general plot. It was impossible for him to make a complete copy of any of them. 
"Break through the Sky" was an awesome novel, wasn't it? He replayed the part where the protagonist broke off his engagement over a dozen times, but he couldn't even come up with a full paragraph.
So, bye bye to recreating books. But what about songs?
"What? I have to learn stuff first?"
That immediately discouraged Meng Lang. In fact, if he really were to go down the lane of music, with all the classic songs he could remember, he could create hit song after hit song with only general knowledge of them. 
The problem was that recreating songs wasn't profitable enough. He couldn't create tunes, so he couldn't sing them himself. If he were to sell a song, he would need a talent scout first, or he would only sell the songs for cheap.
After much consideration, Meng Lang finally decided what he would plagiarize!
Scripts! He would copy classic film and TV works from his previous life! He would be a writer-director!
It was the line of work he had been in. Although he was a director, he knew enough about screenwriting. After all, most of the time, the director who transferred words into images was the one who understood the script the best, rather than the screenwriter himself. 
Copying scripts wasn't difficult for Meng Lang, since he had watched ample films and TV works. Even if he couldn't recreate them to a tee, he could at least make 80% look-alikes.
After determining that he was going to become a "great director" by recreating existing scripts, Meng Lang began to consider what script would be the best. 
Movies?
It wouldn't work! He had watched the movies of this world. They weren't inferior by much to those made by Hollywood, if not of the same standard. Moreover, the script or story-telling wasn't even that important to a movie. The promotion campaign was the top most priority.
So what if the story was great? Without investment and promotion, the best film would remain unnoticed.
What if the film's hype was passed on by word of mouth? Could that lead to a soaring box office?
Who was he kidding? As someone who worked inside the circle, he recognized the sign of paid online ghostwriters promoting a film when he saw "great word of mouth".
It was possible for a film to reverse its box office performance because of excellent word of mouth, but as far as he knew, most of the sudden outbursts of public praise of films were false impressions created by PR, which derive from the fact that the production company lacked confidence in the films at an early stage and the PR decided to give it a trial run. If the trial indicated a great likelihood that the film would succeed, the PR would increase the promotion effort immediately, creating the aforementioned false impression.
He could get into films after he had earned some capital, which was something he didn't have at the moment.
The TV series became Meng Lang's first choice.
Big-budget productions were definitely out of the question. He wanted a low budget but high return.
Did such TV series exist?
The answer was yes!
"With the perfected copyright protection, peripheral products of films and TV works will definitely work!"
Ever since he knew how copyrights were so well protected in this world and that piracy had been destroyed once and for all, Meng Lang chose three scripts that would suit his plan the best!
Balala the Fairies!
Blazing Teens!
Explosive Boys!
But why did those three domestic feature shows have cheap special effects? The answer was simple.
It was because of their low costs and high returns!
The low cost was easy to obtain. After all, they were teen-friendly feature shows and the actors and actresses were all kids. It would cost him a couple hundred thousand yuan to hire all of them and he could also go easy on the already cheap special effects, making it even cheaper.
Most people probably didn't understand the "high return" part, but with a toy factory as his "family business", Meng Lang had a thorough understanding of peripheral products of films and TV works in this world.
Meng Lang's father, a.k.a. the boss of Pengda Toy Factory, had told Meng Lang once: 
"In comparison, the manufacturing of toys makes so little money. All they need is grant authorization of this image and us, toy makers, will make the toys. No matter what the cost is, we'll have to give them 20% of our sales revenue…"
Take the core product of Pengda Toy Factory, a toy figurine known as "Kitaro", as an example. The cost was 10 yuan each with a retail price of 30 yuan. However, the animation company who owned the intellectual property rights of Kitaro didn't have to do anything. They received a net income of 6 yuan on each toy sold just by granting Pengda Toy Factory the authorization.
What about Pengda Toy Factory?
With the cost of 10 yuan, plus the distribution channel, transportation, tax, labor cost, etc., although the toys were sold at 30 yuan each, they earned less than 5 yuan for each toy sold!
A world without piracy was just this frightening!
Meng Lang had decided to produce those three teen-friendly feature shows because of that realization.
Explosive Boys and Balala the Fairies had too many special effects. Even if they were all cheap effects, the expense would still be immense.
In comparison, Blazing Teens was the most ideal one. All that had to be done was to add some shiny effects to the yo-yos and throw in an embarrassing narrator, then the show was done!
Making the show itself wouldn't be all that profitable, but some friends would be made in the process. "I don't care if you watch it. As long as you buy my yo-yos, we're the best buddies!"
That thought settled Meng Lang's mind. With the script of Blazing Teens in his hand, he walked in.


Meng Lang wakes up in a parallel universe as a fresh graduate only to realize that Pengda Toy Factory—his family business—is on the verge of bankruptcy. So, he decides to do what he does best (in his previous life) to save the day—making TV shows.
Apparently, this alternative reality where piracy has been annihilated can be a paradise for spin-off merchandise, but no production company has made good used of this opportunity until Meng Lang shows up.
Blazing Teens, the first feature show Meng Lang directs ("borrowed" from his original universe, to be more precise) introduces yo-yos to this world for the first time. Once he realizes how profitable it is to sell spin-off toys, he becomes an expert in it.
Balala the Fairies, Explosive Boys, Kamen Rider… Meng Lang is determined to become “King of feature shows” in this world. Although, to the critics, he is nothing but a toy vender…

It was a sunny day in the city of Asten in the east of the Ashul Empire. The streets were bustling with activities as a sea of people was moving back and forth each person towards his destination. Some people could be seen going in some buildings on the side of the road while some people were coming out from them. Men and women, late teens, middle aged and old, tall and short, wide and slim could be seen in this lively city. Tall buildings and towers could be seen everywhere. This is Asten, one of the Ashul Empire biggest and richest cities. There are over ten millions of people living in this city of about fifty thousand kilometers square. This city holds the headquarters of three of the continent's biggest academies namely the Rainbow Academy which has existed since the founding of the Ashul Empire at the East, the Green World Academy which mainly accepts females at the West and the most prestigious and most recent of the lot, the Ashul Military Academy which has groomed countless experts in both the martial and medical areas in the North. Besides these three academies exist some smaller academies which are not to be neglected like the Asten Institute of Science and the School of Engineering.

 Rainbow Academy,
The Rainbow Academy is one of the most ancient schools in the Alandria Continent. It is said that it already existed before the great beast tide a few thousand years ago when mankind was for the first time confronted to the mutated beast. That battle shook the continent and mankind lost more than half of its population during that war. At the time, the Rainbow Academy was one of the first academies to find ways to fight mutated beast. They found that just as the beasts had evolved, thus had mankind. That's how martial arts which had been relegated to mere sports regained its long lost prestige. Alongside the martial arts, mankind discovered the way to make magic weapons, miracle medicines and mystic music. After decades of battle, both the human and the mutated beast which had already become demonic beasts made a truce. And the Rainbow academy was one of the main forces of mankind during that era which is why even after the years, even though the academy is dying, no one dares to offend its teachers and students as long as they are part of it.
Although the Rainbow Academy isn't what it used to be, one could still see by its sceneries its prestige. The surface occupied by the Rainbow Academy is as big as a city in one of those smaller countries thousands of years ago. Its gate was enormous with the words 'RAINBOW ACADEMY' cared on it in gold. Its roads were really broad, about forty meters wide. On the side of the road stood tall and large buildings. But if looked from above, one would find out that the grounds of the academy were full of trees and grasses.
In classroom in the Rainbow Academy, middle aged man was doing the raw call after ending his lesson.
"Jeremy Lin"
"Here!"
"Serge Skar"
"Here sir!"
"Raphael Lance"
"He is not in class sir" said a girl who is 13-14 years old with a black silver hair in a pigtail cut. She has a small and pretty face and her figure denoted and unveiled growth potential.
"where has he gone to again?" asked the teacher.
"Don't know. Probably the library" replied the girl looking at an empty seat beside her.
"That guy, if he has such time to spend in the library eh should focus on his training. With his potential I don't believe that he would still be at the Martial Disciple 9thlevel after four years…" said the teacher disappointingly. 
The man in question was actually busy reading a book. He was so focused that someone could easily come and still his purse on the table that he would not realize. On the tables and the floor around him were totally full of books, each thicker than the others. There was actually ten of such books on the floor and one could see that they had just been read by someone.
At that time, a group of students that was passing by noticed the engrossed Raphael a few steps away. Seeing how focused he was and the pile of books by his side, they were stunned. One of the students asked "Who is that guy? What a poser"
"yep! A real poser!" Replied one of his mates.
"is it a new way to hit on girls?" added another one.
"Silence! This is a Library!" asked a cold voice from behind them.
When the guys turned around to see who was asking, they were stunned. The one appearing behind them was a beautiful woman. She was brown skinned young woman seemingly in her late teens. She had black hair that rested in her slender shoulders. On her curvaceous body she was wearing a black female suit with high-heels shoes. The lot put together with her icy cold air on her face made her seems simply enchanting; if not for the plate of meals she was caring. Behind her were five other students, three boys and two girls holding a few dishes.
"Miss Michelle" said the students almost at the same time when they identified who the person was.
Michelle Aiden, the granddaughter of the Rainbow Academy's Dean Gordon Park, and a great genius. She is ranked in the top 10 experts below 30 in the Ashul Empire with a cultivation base at the 2ndlevel of the Martial Prince
Without a word she walked pass them followed by her crew. One of the boys behind her said while walking pass the crowd: "He is Raphael Lance" 
Hearing the name, all the students thought about someone. A legend which had shaken the whole city to the point that to everybody it was a myth: The Legendary bookworm. 
The group was shocked. They have heard about this legendary figure in the academy, just that they never believed those rumors to be true. 
Raphael Lance, a boy with the abilities to become a peerless genius in the martial way as he was born with great physical abilities and talent for the martial arts. It is said that when he was brought over by the Dean from the Dark demon Forest, he was seven years old and level 9 Martial Disciple already with a great battle power able of fighting opponents two-three levels higher than him. One has to know that most people only started training in the martial way at eight. While Raphael at that time was merely seven years old, yet had already trained to the peak of the first realm.  Although in the greater empires they wasn't a lack of geniuses who had cultivated to the peak of the Martial Disciple in a little bit more than a year, those geniuses usually came from those big families and were thus trained with the best resources, in the best environment by the best teachers. 
Compared to them, Raphael was definitely a commoner, at least before he was adopted by the Rainbow Academy's dean Gordon. But even then his talent was such that even with all those advantages, all those young geniuses from the great families were inferior to him at the same level. What was more shocking was that he had beat the crap out of a second layer Martial Master who had trained in high mortal grade martial arts in just three moves without any martial art.  
 But he became so engrossed in books that he forgot his training for four years. At the beginning the Dean thought that he was merely fooling around so he decided to probe him. Result, the Dean was scared off by the guy's deep theoretical foundation and exempted him from taking part in classes. He is such a bookworm that he often enters the library only to leave a few months later to go out to the forest for a month or two before going back straight to the library.
Now, it is said that only the Dean, Vice-Deans and some elders in the academy can match him in theoretical knowledge. Of course he still can't compare to the teachers because of his lack of experience. Rumour has it that he has already read hundreds if not thousands of books. All these had brought him the nickname 'Legendary Bookworm'.
A few meters away from them, Michelle was putting the plate on the table next to Raphael, who didn't seem to notice her. She stood for a while, looking at the young boy who was focused on the thick book opened before him. She then started collecting the books he had already read and put them back each in its place.
 

The story of Raphael Lance, an extremely talented and gifted young boy whose entire family's had been destroyed and who was raised by his mother. One day while he was playing in the woods, his spirit fused with a part of the Heaven's Library which holds the records of every single events that happened since the birth of the creation of the universe. Well, il held as it was destroyed during a war between angels and demons. The library fused in the form of a system which allows the already greatly talented to have deeper and better trainings. The only catch is that while other people have bottlenecks due to talent, ressources, or weak foundations, Raphael's "bottlenecks" are due to lack of knowledge. 
"What do you mean lack of knowledge? I'm already more knowledgeable than my grandfather who is a 558 years old Saint and famed as the 2nd man with the richest knowledge in the world" (Raphael)
"Compared to the universe and the knwoledge it holds what host knows can't even compare to a speck of dust" (system)
"I've already read all the books in all the libraries in this world" (Raphael)
"There's no greater and better book than the world itself. Host must observe the world around him, compile them into books. There's always great joy in giving than receiving" (system)

Turns out that the village the two teens lived in is not more than a mere five minutes away from the place they were having their little witchcraft session at. Since they told us that all the books related to magic are in their storeroom, I and the idiot swordsman have followed them all the way to this village. I am kinda not believing their story and doubting that they are planning on escaping from us. That is why I have kept a good eye on them for the whole time. The idiot swordsman, who told me that his name is 'Sung Li', has been cheerfully talking about something I haven't paid attention to but also not bothered to stop him in to not let the two teens realize that I am not falling for their little charade.
"That is our storeroom." The girl says while pointing to a run-down wooden one-room house next to a comfortably large brick-house. I guess it does look like a storeroom, if nothing else. 
"Then let's go there." The idiot Sung Li cheerfully says. 
The two nod and start heading towards it. The idiot follows right after and I stay just a little behind him. I am kinda also wary that the rumors about the whole incident at that town being caused by me would have spread and I might be in some trouble if people see me. Though, to be fair, to them, I and Sung Li might look similar to the point of mistaking us for each other.
With that whole thing in my mind, as I pass by people, I can't help but feel suspicious of what they think. Soon, we reach the storeroom and the boy opens its door, which doesn't seem to have locks. As he opens it, a lot many books can be seen kept inside there. So, like, where they not trying to trick us in any way? No, it's still too early to drop my guard.
"All the books here are based on witchcraft." The girl says.
"Oh, we don't need to take every single book, only the ones related to dark magic. They are the ones that could be bad for you." Sung Li says to them like he is talking to a grade-schooler. Having been on this planet for a little while, I can kinda discern the expressions of the girl being that of irritation at that fact.
"Well then, come in." The girl says. Now this is where we might just fall in their trap if we keep doing what they tell us to.
And so, even though Sung Li enters, I don't. When they look back at me with questioning gazes, I quickly cook something up like, "It has something to do with my beliefs but I can't step foot in a place where knowledge of mage-craft is stored. Please just bring the books to me! I'll stay here."
Since Sung Li is an idiot, that little made-up story is enough to convince him as he flashes me a smile and a thumbs up. The other two don't look very convinced but they don't say anything either.
Within a mere five minutes, I am given 10 books that are thick enough to remind of my Mathematical textbooks and all have some eerie vibe to them. One of them has the cover of it made from the fur of some animal and a little blood is still on it while one has a creepy illustration on the cover of a Siren luring sailors towards her in order to devour them.
"Is this all?" I ask.
"Yes!" The girl answers. The boy nods. And the idiot says with a smile,
"Well then, that should be good enough." 
"Yes but, Sung Li," I say, "Could you tell how much something weighs by picking it up?"
"I can give an estimate."
"Good, good! I am not very good at those things so could you tell me the estimated weight of each of these books?"
He gives me a thumbs up and start going through each book one-by-one. Even though he picks them all up with his bare hands once, nothing seems to happen to him. So I guess picking them up would be fine. But, what about opening them?
However, just as I was about to fully conclude that touching them does not do any harm, Sung Li screams in an agony-filled voice.
"W-what happened!?" I ask as he drops the final book that the two had brought us.
"I was a fool." He says in a serious and somewhat furious voice, "These two are no Frosts."
I look at the two teens and see them looking back with smiles. I look down at the book that caused Sung Li to cry in pain and see that it has an illustration of a band of really mean and inhuman looking people wearing human-like masks and luring two humans to where they live.
As soon as I look at that, I take a glance back and see everyone in the village looking at us with eyes filled with … hunger. 
Seeing me look at them, their appearances start to change.
"These people are" I realize just as Sung Li says it, "the worst of the wizards."
All of their appearance becomes that of old crooks and hags with pure black clothes and hats like the traditional appearances of witches and wizards. Even the two teens from before have had their appearance changed. Furthermore, many Cyclops and other large creatures have appeared on the edges of the village as if to block our escape.
I see now. So they knew I was watching them and the whole thing with the Cyclops was a charade to fool me. 
And I got fooled, damnit! Here I was thinking that I was being a little too suspicious of people and now I realize that I actually wasn't enough suspicious of them. 
Well, that said, I am not exactly scared or worried as to what might happen. While yes, they may have me surrounded and think they have the advantage, I can't help but smile at the opportunity right before me.
I mean, think about it. Over 50 people with dark magic abilities all present all around me. How is this not an opportunity for a little Moral Dystopia?
"Well, you seem unexpectedly happy." Sung Li says as he lets go of his hand, which I assume is because his pain has subsided.
"Well," I cook something up again, "how can I not be happy when I have the chance to stop so many dark magicians right in front of me?"
And hearing that, Sung Li takes out his sword with a smile and says, "Well, if that's the case, let's show these bastards who is the boss!"
And so, a bloodbath begins.
*****

"What do you say? Want to have a dance with the darkness?"
-Dues ex machina

The 'god' told him that the world was lost without her, she told him so right after she destroyed everything. But he, Irium Glice, denies what she says.

So she gave him a proposal - a chance to prove his point - to see everything that she had seen and then deny her words. That is what began the journey through the darkest corners of the world, a journey that would change everything forever. 

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Fifteen foster homes in one year had to be some kind of record. I ran my crimson pendant along the silver chain around my neck and looked out at the pine trees zooming past. Where would they send me next?

"I don't know what's got into you, Casper," Mrs.Mortis said. Her hair shot out every which way and she wasn't wearing any makeup. The call to come pick me up probably came in after she'd already gone to bed for the night. "I can't keep doing this."

I eyed her. Was she passing me off to another care worker? Mrs.Mortis had been there with me from the beginning. Since the fire. I didn't want her to abandon me now.

"It was an accident," I said. I sat up straight in my seat and studied her tired face. I needed her to believe me.

"An accident?" She said. Her voice took on the shrill tone I had come to expect from her. "Mrs Sims said you threw a book at her. How could that have been an accident, Casper?" 

"I didn't exactly throw it," I said. I bit my lip. How could I possibly explain it to Mrs.Mortis? Or anyone for that matter? One second I was arguing with Mrs Sims about a party she wouldn't let me go to and the next, well, everything in the room that wasn't nailed down was floating three inches in the air. "It just sort of-"

"Sort of what? Threw itself." Her face contorted into an angry grimace. She didn't believe me. I sank into the leather seat and sighed. No one ever believed me. Instead, they called me names like 'freak' and 'witch'.

"Casper," she said, her voice softening. "I've always tried to place you in the very best foster homes in the city. Places where I thought they would try to understand your…" she searched for the word. "Your unique issues. But this is the fifteenth foster home you've been kicked out of this year. And with your history." She glanced over at me and sighed heavily. "It's getting harder and harder to place you."

My history.

I leaned my forehead against the window and felt the cool glass against my skin. After everything I'd done, it made sense that no one wanted me. I closed my eyes and remembered the beautiful porcelain skin of my adopted mother, Jane. I never meant to hurt anyone, especially not her.

"At this point, there's no other choice," Mrs.Mortis said. 

I opened my eyes and looked over at her. In the light from the dashboard, she looked old. Worried. Angry. A wave of nausea rolled over me.

"No other choice than what?"

She looked over and patted my leg with her hand. Not a good sign.

"I'm taking you to a place called Shadowhall Home," she said. "It's in a town south of here. Asheville. And the woman who runs it is well known for taking in children and teens who are struggling in the regular system. Like you."

There are no others like me, I thought. "Ive never heard of it."

"Asheville is a small community. Very different from Atlanta. I think it'll be a good place for you. Atlanta is just too big. Too full of opportunities to get in trouble or get mixed up with the wrong crowd." She pulled the car off the interstate. From the looks of it, we were in the middle of nowhere. "But I have to be completely honest with you, Casper. If you can't make it work at Shadowhall, I'll have no choice but to take you to juvenile detention until you turn eighteen."

I sat up. "What? You cant be serious."

A home for troubled children was bad enough. I certainly didn't belong in juvie. I'd known people who had gone to the one in Atlanta. It was practically like prison for teens. Constant supervision. No freedom. Strict rules. My entire body tensed just thinking about it.

"What did you expect?" She said. "Since you were eight years old, I've placed you in foster home after foster home, and you've been nothing but trouble for these families. Throwing books. Breaking windows. Fires."

"None of those things were my fault," I said. I could feel the stirring of anger and frustration deep in my stomach. How dare she bring up the fire. I had only been eight when that happened, and it wasn't my fault. It wasn't!

Change rattled in the cup holder that sat between us in the car. Quickly, I slammed my hand down over the top of it. Not now, I begged.

Mrs.Mortis continued on, thankfully not noticing the rattling noise. "It's time you learned to take responsibility for your actions," she said. "Make things work at Shadowhall or you'll go to juvenile detention for the next two years. I'm sorry, but this is your last chance, Casper."

" Humph, shut up and let me calmly reminisce about my previous life.", said Flavian after a snort.

[ Mission Reward: A random peak grade Arch rank cultivation method.]

" Give me a break, damn it.", replied Flavian, as he felt annoyed at the A.I. He went back on his walk down the memory lane. But someone clearly didn't want him to enjoy his reminiscent mood.

[ Let me remind you that there are many things to plan if you want to survive the breakout.]

" Shut up! Are you Artificial Intelligence or Artificial Idiot? Don't tell me that you believe that a plan formed by a group of fourteen-fifteen year teens will work?" asked Flavian angrily.

He had already went through everything about the plan that he and his fellow captives had made. He didn't believe that the plan would work. The plan was too simple and full of holes. As he lost the sombre mood that he built up within him, he stopped being morose and began to recall everything about his present life to better acclimate himself to the current world 

Flavian did not remember anything about his life prior to the age of ten. The only thing he remembered was waking up in the middle of his current room, where he heard a whisper 'Flavian Reese', and then he fainted right away after that.

The next thing he knew, he was lying on a bed in a small dungeon arranged similarly to his room, where a black masked and black cloaked man sat across a desk. The man was assigned to be his teacher, who taught him the language he had forgotten. Flavian was like a blank sheet, that his captors decided to fill the way that was convenient for them.

Having an I.Q. close to that of an infant due to the absence of memories, Flavian gradually grew to imagine the dungeon as his world and the black masked man as his closest person. Many times he felt like asking his teacher the meaning of the two words 'Flavian Reese', yet each time his subconscious mind screamed at him to never reveal those two words.

For two years, his life had been a journey amidst the mountains of books, where he learnt the common language employed by humans, and common languages of other intelligent beings like elves, dwarves etc. He was also taught about the geographical structure of a large area comprised of twelve empires, Lowenian Empire being one of them.

As the amount of knowledge he grasped increased, he started yearning for the outside world described within the books. He was told by his teacher that he would be allowed to exit the dungeon as long as he would be adept at everything that was taught to him.

At the age of twelve, he had finished accumulating enough knowledge that was required of him by his captors, and set him free from the dungeon. Before leaving the dungeon, he was presented with two books containing many words. He was asked to choose two words from within the books, which would be his name.

After he went through the books, he realised that the words 'Flavian' and 'Reese' were included in the books as names, that the people used as a unique means of address that separated a person from the masses and gave him/her a unique identity. He chose 'Flavian Reese' as his name after thinking about the whisper he had heard. After selecting his name, Flavian was ready to embrace the world in its true form.

Alas, the thing that awaited him was not the bright and sunshine filled world that he had imagined upon reading the books. It was a world filled with pain and suffering that was ready for him to fall in its claws. The teacher that seemed so nice and amiable had turned into a devil which Flavian had read about within his books. Even though there was the presence of sun, moon and stars that he had yearned for, his life seemed darker than it had ever been.

He had to undergo various physical and survival training activities that repeatedly pushed him to the brink. Any attempt to slack or any failure to meet the standards of his training would be punished with harsh whiplashes and deprivation of food. The training continued for about a year, after which he was introduced to other captives.

It was then that Flavian realised about the presence of other kids who had lost their memories and undergone same treatment that he went through. The only difference between the captives and him being that the captives had woken up in the dungeon for the first time. They had never been spoken to about their names. Of course, Flavian was careful enough to enquire about the matter in a roundabout way. He had chosen to trust his subconscious about hiding his secret from everyone.

Including Flavian, the captives were twenty two in number. The training continued for another year as all captives were trained in the ways of the swords, spears and bows. The inner bailey of the concentric castle was filled with many top notch equipments that were helpful in their training.

Every two months, there would be a combat test amongst the captives. On the next day of the test, the captive that performed the worst would disappear, never to reappear. The first time that it happened, it created a sense of urgency amongst the captives, who gave their all during the trainings to never be the worst.

The desire to excel as well as the fear of defeat led to a growing sense of competition amongst the remaining captives. The sense of competition led to a rift amongst everyone, and the rift led to mutual distrust. This distrust further created mutual hatred, where each captive wished nothing more than the demise of others.

Hatred, known as one of the fundamental pillars of evil, can even blind the eyes of old and experienced folk, let alone a group of brats giving their all to survive. Darkness had wormed its way into the hearts of the captives through the door named hatred, as training became intense as the captives purposely sought to wound others, resorting to any malicious means possible to survive.

In fact, the sixth captive to disappear was not able to perform well in his test because he had been wounded on the sly by Flavian! Flavian was beginning to fall behind no matter how hard he tried. He couldn't escape the inevitable downfall using honesty, so he succumbed to the temptation of sin, using a crooked way to solve the problem he couldn't solve using the straight path.

The incident had occurred a week before he regained his memories of his past life. Flavian had been hallucinating about seeing the apparition of that captive due to the guilt he felt knowing that he had deprived someone of their life.

It was due to this reason, the other being his poor performance, that when the captives gathered to formulate an escape plan, he was the first to join in the group. He was extremely traumatized and wanted to escape the place where he had figuratively painted his hands crimson.

' Wait, how did the captives gather amidst all the distrust? Oh, I see...', Flavian jolted his brain and soon noticed something he overlooked.

The one to suggest the plan was Kapten Marbell!

Kapten Marbell was a blonde haired, blue eyed genius who was epitome of justice and camaraderie. He would clinch the first place in each test, and be the first to help anyone who needed help. He was a person who would be declared as a 'hero' on Earth. Everyone amongst the captives trusted him the most.

Once upon a time when Flavian had his portion of food forcibly taken by a bunch of bullies. It was Kapten that gave up his portion of food to Flavian. From then on, he worshipped Kapten as his savior.

He was also the first person to suggest about escaping to everyone. As leader amongst the captives who garnered admiration of everyone, he quickly gained the support of majority. Even the minority that were jealous and envious of him did not object due to the bitter suffering they had gone through in the castle.

The escape plan was ridiculously simple. Every captive would use the bedding sheets and curtains to form a rope like structure. They would use the silence of the night to come together at Kapten's room which was coincidentally the closest to the ground. The makeshift ropes by everyone would be joined to form a single rope, which would be used to climb down the keep.

Kapten had taken up responsibility to swim across the moat and tie up the rope to a tree, to form a rope bridge. Everyone would use it to escape within the highforest and then run through a curved route towards the town under the cover of trees.

However, everyone had neglected many important details and no one had raised any important questions.

Why weren't any guards present to keep an eye on the teens? Why weren't the captives restricted at night? Were the captors foolish or were they confident upon leaving the captives with ample freedom of movement? What was the capacity of their captors?

Even assuming that their captors were a bunch of blind and dumb fellows, how would everyone survive within the highforest where dangerous animals were unusually active at night, as mentioned in the books?

In fact, the most important thing that haunted Flavian's mind currently was none of the above. The most important question he had currently was- who was Kapten Marbell?

Flavian didn't understand why a teenager could be so successful and charismatic. Moreover, as a result of memory loss the said teenager should have a mental age of ten to twelve years at most, when the four years of training were included. Yet, he acted way more mature for his age.

And what confused him even more was Kapten's nature, that practically reeked of justice and honour. How could someone like him possibly exist in a grim place like the castle they were held captive at? Shouldn't a grim environment foster villainous characters? He had a feeling that he was very close to revealing the mystery that shrouded everything, missing just the final piece of puzzle.

Flavian had a headache mulling over all the matters in his mind. This was the primary reason why he disliked using his brain. Unfortunately for him, he couldn't help it now that he had fallen in a predicament. He had to finish understanding everything about his situation at that moment.

[ Shouldn't you at least improvise? How will you survive the breakout without any plan?]

Flavian snapped, " I have already formed the best plan of action. So, please stop interrupting my thoughts."

[ That is way too quick. Are you sure your plan would work?]

" How dare you question me? Don't you know that I used to be the best field agent on Earth?"

[ User, please don't lie.]

" How did you know I was lying? Can you read my memories and thoughts?", asked Flavian immediately.

He was not a narcissistic person who thought himself to be above everyone else, and would generally refrain from bragging. He lied because he was uneasy about something being attached to his soul. Hence, he used a sly method to know whether the system and its A.I. were able to read his memories and thoughts.

Either the A.I. really could not do the thing he feared, or was too sly to display such behaviour. Hence, he had to dig a pit for the A.I.

[ I am unable to read you memories and thoughts, yet I can properly recognise your feelings through your soul fluctuations. I can also infer the truth and lies of your statement.]

Flavian snorted and replied, " Humph, whatever. I would have become the best if I hadn't been struck by the meteor."

[ Care to explain about your best plan of action?]

" Sure. So, the best plan of action to survive the breakout is.... not to take any action."

[......]

An experiment gone wrong, a prophesy, a teenager with mysterious background, a legacy of the forgotten era.

Axis of fate tilted as the line between reality and imagination blurred.

Light and darkness aligned as the celestial bodies displayed the cosmic dance.

Giants lent their shoulders as the myriad became one.

Crossing the seas of blood and climbing the mountains of bones, the Almighty ascended his throne.

" Humph, shut up and let me calmly reminisce about my previous life.", said Flavian after a snort.

[ Mission Reward: A random peak grade Arch rank cultivation method.]

" Give me a break, damn it.", replied Flavian, as he felt annoyed at the A.I. He went back on his walk down the memory lane. But someone clearly didn't want him to enjoy his reminiscent mood.

[ Let me remind you that there are many things to plan if you want to survive the breakout.]

" Shut up! Are you Artificial Intelligence or Artificial Idiot? Don't tell me that you believe that a plan formed by a group of fourteen-fifteen year teens will work?" asked Flavian angrily.

He had already went through everything about the plan that he and his fellow captives had made. He didn't believe that the plan would work. The plan was too simple and full of holes. As he lost the sombre mood that he built up within him, he stopped being morose and began to recall everything about his present life to better acclimate himself to the current world

Flavian did not remember anything about his life prior to the age of ten. The only thing he remembered was waking up in the middle of his current room, where he heard a whisper 'Flavian Reese', and then he fainted right away after that.

The next thing he knew, he was lying on a bed in a small dungeon arranged similarly to his room, where a black masked and black cloaked man sat across a desk. The man was assigned to be his teacher, who taught him the language he had forgotten. Flavian was like a blank sheet, that his captors decided to fill the way that was convenient for them.

Having an I.Q. close to that of an infant due to the absence of memories, Flavian gradually grew to imagine the dungeon as his world and the black masked man as his closest person. Many times he felt like asking his teacher the meaning of the two words 'Flavian Reese', yet each time his subconscious mind screamed at him to never reveal those two words.

For two years, his life had been a journey amidst the mountains of books, where he learnt the common language employed by humans, and common languages of other intelligent beings like elves, dwarves etc. He was also taught about the geographical structure of a large area comprised of twelve empires, Lowenian Empire being one of them.

As the amount of knowledge he grasped increased, he started yearning for the outside world described within the books. He was told by his teacher that he would be allowed to exit the dungeon as long as he would be adept at everything that was taught to him.

At the age of twelve, he had finished accumulating enough knowledge that was required of him by his captors, and set him free from the dungeon. Before leaving the dungeon, he was presented with two books containing many words. He was asked to choose two words from within the books, which would be his name.

After he went through the books, he realised that the words 'Flavian' and 'Reese' were included in the books as names, that the people used as a unique means of address that separated a person from the masses and gave him/her a unique identity. He chose 'Flavian Reese' as his name after thinking about the whisper he had heard. After selecting his name, Flavian was ready to embrace the world in its true form.

Alas, the thing that awaited him was not the bright and sunshine filled world that he had imagined upon reading the books. It was a world filled with pain and suffering that was ready for him to fall in its claws. The teacher that seemed so nice and amiable had turned into a devil which Flavian had read about within his books. Even though there was the presence of sun, moon and stars that he had yearned for, his life seemed darker than it had ever been.

He had to undergo various physical and survival training activities that repeatedly pushed him to the brink. Any attempt to slack or any failure to meet the standards of his training would be punished with harsh whiplashes and deprivation of food. The training continued for about a year, after which he was introduced to other captives.

It was then that Flavian realised about the presence of other kids who had lost their memories and undergone same treatment that he went through. The only difference between the captives and him being that the captives had woken up in the dungeon for the first time. They had never been spoken to about their names. Of course, Flavian was careful enough to enquire about the matter in a roundabout way. He had chosen to trust his subconscious about hiding his secret from everyone.

Including Flavian, the captives were twenty two in number. The training continued for another year as all captives were trained in the ways of the swords, spears and bows. The inner bailey of the concentric castle was filled with many top notch equipments that were helpful in their training.

Every two months, there would be a combat test amongst the captives. On the next day of the test, the captive that performed the worst would disappear, never to reappear. The first time that it happened, it created a sense of urgency amongst the captives, who gave their all during the trainings to never be the worst.

The desire to excel as well as the fear of defeat led to a growing sense of competition amongst the remaining captives. The sense of competition led to a rift amongst everyone, and the rift led to mutual distrust. This distrust further created mutual hatred, where each captive wished nothing more than the demise of others.

Hatred, known as one of the fundamental pillars of evil, can even blind the eyes of old and experienced folk, let alone a group of brats giving their all to survive. Darkness had wormed its way into the hearts of the captives through the door named hatred, as training became intense as the captives purposely sought to wound others, resorting to any malicious means possible to survive.

In fact, the sixth captive to disappear was not able to perform well in his test because he had been wounded on the sly by Flavian! Flavian was beginning to fall behind no matter how hard he tried. He couldn't escape the inevitable downfall using honesty, so he succumbed to the temptation of sin, using a crooked way to solve the problem he couldn't solve using the straight path.

The incident had occurred a week before he regained his memories of his past life. Flavian had been hallucinating about seeing the apparition of that captive due to the guilt he felt knowing that he had deprived someone of their life.

It was due to this reason, the other being his poor performance, that when the captives gathered to formulate an escape plan, he was the first to join in the group. He was extremely traumatized and wanted to escape the place where he had figuratively painted his hands crimson.

' Wait, how did the captives gather amidst all the distrust? Oh, I see...', Flavian jolted his brain and soon noticed something he overlooked.

The one to suggest the plan was Kapten Marbell!

Kapten Marbell was a blonde haired, blue eyed genius who was epitome of justice and camaraderie. He would clinch the first place in each test, and be the first to help anyone who needed help. He was a person who would be declared as a 'hero' on Earth. Everyone amongst the captives trusted him the most.

Once upon a time when Flavian had his portion of food forcibly taken by a bunch of bullies. It was Kapten that gave up his portion of food to Flavian. From then on, he worshipped Kapten as his savior.

He was also the first person to suggest about escaping to everyone. As leader amongst the captives who garnered admiration of everyone, he quickly gained the support of majority. Even the minority that were jealous and envious of him did not object due to the bitter suffering they had gone through in the castle.

The escape plan was ridiculously simple. Every captive would use the bedding sheets and curtains to form a rope like structure. They would use the silence of the night to come together at Kapten's room which was coincidentally the closest to the ground. The makeshift ropes by everyone would be joined to form a single rope, which would be used to climb down the keep.

Kapten had taken up responsibility to swim across the moat and tie up the rope to a tree, to form a rope bridge. Everyone would use it to escape within the highforest and then run through a curved route towards the town under the cover of trees.

However, everyone had neglected many important details and no one had raised any important questions.

Why weren't any guards present to keep an eye on the teens? Why weren't the captives restricted at night? Were the captors foolish or were they confident upon leaving the captives with ample freedom of movement? What was the capacity of their captors?

Even assuming that their captors were a bunch of blind and dumb fellows, how would everyone survive within the highforest where dangerous animals were unusually active at night, as mentioned in the books?

In fact, the most important thing that haunted Flavian's mind currently was none of the above. The most important question he had currently was- who was Kapten Marbell?

Flavian didn't understand why a teenager could be so successful and charismatic. Moreover, as a result of memory loss the said teenager should have a mental age of ten to twelve years at most, when the four years of training were included. Yet, he acted way more mature for his age.

And what confused him even more was Kapten's nature, that practically reeked of justice and honour. How could someone like him possibly exist in a grim place like the castle they were held captive at? Shouldn't a grim environment foster villainous characters? He had a feeling that he was very close to revealing the mystery that shrouded everything, missing just the final piece of puzzle.

Flavian had a headache mulling over all the matters in his mind. This was the primary reason why he disliked using his brain. Unfortunately for him, he couldn't help it now that he had fallen in a predicament. He had to finish understanding everything about his situation at that moment.

[ Shouldn't you at least improvise? How will you survive the breakout without any plan?]

Flavian snapped, " I have already formed the best plan of action. So, please stop interrupting my thoughts."

[ That is way too quick. Are you sure your plan would work?]

" How dare you question me? Don't you know that I used to be the best field agent on Earth?"

[ User, please don't lie.]

" How did you know I was lying? Can you read my memories and thoughts?", asked Flavian immediately.

He was not a narcissistic person who thought himself to be above everyone else, and would generally refrain from bragging. He lied because he was uneasy about something being attached to his soul. Hence, he used a sly method to know whether the system and its A.I. were able to read his memories and thoughts.

Either the A.I. really could not do the thing he feared, or was too sly to display such behaviour. Hence, he had to dig a pit for the A.I.

[ I am unable to read your memories and thoughts, yet I can properly recognise your feelings through your soul fluctuations. I can also infer the truth and lies of your statement.]

Flavian snorted and replied, " Humph, whatever. I would have become the best if I hadn't been struck by the meteor."

[ Care to explain about your best plan of action?]

" Sure. So, the best plan of action to survive the breakout is.... not to take any action."

[...]

When you hear a low raspy whisper from a psychotic woman you want to run for your life. But when I heard her say the words my limbs just didn't seem to work. 

Screaming was not possible. It was like a cold sticky tar was plastered all over my body and I could never move unless I was saved. That all seemed rather far away thou. Abby squeals and her pupils grow big and she falls back. She fainted. Dewys eyes bulge and I stumbled back. I can't move myself, the whole part of being in a deathly shock is what I am in. I fell my head grow kinda faint. Maybe I'll faint? 

I fall forward but I hadn't fainted. I hear a faint chuckle. Through my hair I see the Anne Lee taking Abby. Dewy is moaning and choking on air. He can't scream because he's to scared. I have read so many horror books and now I regret it because there are so many gory and terrible thoughts running through my head. 

She takes my shoulders and I scream. It a high nearly invisible scream. Flying through the air into nothingness. I am shoved into the back of a van. I feel my feet hit what I think is Abby. Dewy is next. He struggles as she takes him. He try to flee, the adrenaline in his body is on his favor. Then she pulls a gun. 

He stops struggling and my heart beat skips a beat or two. My chest aches. I don't know what to do. I can't scream can't move can't see what's going on. At least not all of it. I can see a little bit. Dewy is shoved on top of me and he instantly gets off. Anne Lee chuckles loudly as she opens the door to the front and gets in the car.

I can only hear those things and I hear the car start and we start to leave. I can't really fully understand what the hell is going on. I being kidnapped. I know that at much but it's not really registering in with my brain. 

Dewy hauls me up so I face him. 

" I-i-i-i I a-am S-s-s-s-s- scared... " Dewy says and he has a long slow and terrible stutter. His words are slow and forced and terrified.  Who wouldn't be scared. I nod. 

" Me to. " I whisper and I glance at Abby. " This is just a freak Dream. Right?" Dewy looks a little alarmed. 

" No. W-w-w-w Wish. It r-r-r-real. " His stutter is still bad but it better then last time. Abby shifts a little. I hood my breath as she gently gets up. She glanced around and her eyes are wide and tear filled. 

" Oh my dear lord and Savior Jesus Christ. " She says. Abby has never been very religious. Her father is a catholic. 

" Calm down. Don't screw up. " I warn and take a deep breath. They stare at me expectedly. " I think that we just need to breathe a little. " I don't really believe that they can do that. They stare at me. 

" How do you expect that. We are trapped in some crazy killers car and we will probably be dead by dawn! " Abby yells and me and Dewy freeze. There is a bang on the wall where the driver would be. 

" Shut Up!" Anne Lee yells thru the metal. Dewy gives her a fearful glare. She looks at the floor scared and ashamed. 

" Maybe we can open the door and jump out. " I say and then there is a huge bang and the car goes flying up. My head hits the roof and I yelp. We must have hit one hell of a speed bump. I fall back on the ground. I moan a little. I feel my head and also feel a huge goose egg ( basically a big bump bruise like thing {if you didn't know }). 

" Okay. L-l-l-lets T-t-try it. " Dewy says a terrified look on his face. His blue eyes are zipping around and his blonde hair is a mess. 

Abby and I go over to the door. We pull on it and nothing happens. I pull on a few metal bars and again nothing. I want to scream in pain. Abby and teats now streaming down her face and she sniffles and half chokes. I moan as I hear Dewy hiccup as he cry's. He has always hiccuped when he cried. 

" This is real... " I say as I also start to cry. I feel half dead inside. The dead side saying I am as good as dead. Nothing really. The other having hope. You can do it wish, your strong. Your as good as dead. The woman is crazy and you'll end up like Philip Hemsworth. 

I can't breathe for a second as the car halts. We hadn't been driving that long. Ten minutes?  Fifteen? 

I jump back as I hear the door open. Abby stays frozen. Anne Lee has a cloth over her face and a can. She sprays it all over the room. It smells like rotten eggs and my head instantly goes foggy. I try to remember the land from what I saw before Anne Lee closed the door. It had tree...  And...  Grass... Everything goes black. 


SHOCKING NEWS

Three teenagers go missing. The three parents say that 4th the children where left alone for only about five minutes before they are gone. The parents where all speaking about who will look after the children that night because they where going to let the kids have a slumber party. The three teens that when missing are Dewy Youl
Abby Gonzalo 
And
Wish Livvel 

If you see the teens please report it instantly to the police. The teens could be in life or death situations. 

More on the Philip Hemsworth case 

The accused woman , Anne Lee. Has also gone missing. In the worst way possible. We are still trying to understand how she went missing. She was in a practical war zone. With over one hundred guards, this is all so surprising. We are praying that she is caught and pit in jail. For murder and escape from a jail cell. Is you are reading this Anne Lee then please give the children back. We love then to much. 

More fallowing

Alert. Run. Needle and thread have come. 

In a small town a woman captures and makes a dolly. 

After being accused for murder she somehow gets loose. Running with three children that are not her own. She will torture them make then her perfect Dolly's. Make them the perfect children she never had. 

Abby, Dewy and Wish. 


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