// I remember that we were allowed to post our works here. Here is a prologue to a series of Light Novels written by me, known as Dynamic Fate. This stuff is graphic and may affect your Euphoria levels 18+ Stuff. Furthermore, It isnt Grammar Checked. Stiil, here ya go~ Dynamic Fate Prologue The Beginning of The End. Suburbs of Tokyo. 1 November. A.D 2067. Why me.. Why always me.... His voice seemed to break. It was not known why, but he had trouble speaking. His voice seemed pitiful. He found himself in a closed room, with white walls and a dim light. He couldnt move his head, he couldnt feel his head. He couldnt feel his body. He was now a corpse. His body was at rest. Eternal rest. Recovering from something that could never ne healed. Not even with todays tech. His mental state, was tearing into pieces. He had lost faith, in everyone. He had lost faith in himself. He was now a broken young man, who never asked too much but never got anything in return. Sold off by his real parents at an early age, he was now a slave to a Steel Factory. One would expect what a 5 year old kid could do in such an advanced factory, but the answer was simple. Every factory needs manual labour, both skilled and unskilled. So here we have a protagonist with a dark past, but what has happened now? Apparently he was soon adopted by a social worker. A worker with quite a meagre income. He was a young man in his twenties, but his heart was infinite. Everyday he worked his ass off, only to sustain his life and the kid he had just adopted. But the house couldnt run solely on such a futile income, so the man had to do other part time jobs which added substantial amounts to the total income, but wasnt quite satisfactory to the main stream. Still he worked hard, not for himself.. but for the society and this child. On occasions, he would bring Milk to satisfy the kids taste and an absence of a mother. Rarely, he would go out and buy some food while the kid remained in home. Shut under the Four Walls of a rather pathetic compound. But he kind of liked it, and helped the man the best he could. He would occasionally greet him with a smile whenever he came back tired from work, more over he even cooked food for him. His cooking skills got rather good when he was just 9, and it appeared that he had a rather imaginative mind. So with the best he could earn, the man provided his family, his only family with atleast a proper education, which was under loan. Unknown of this, our protagonist went to school and passed with flying results. His marks were above average, but he wasnt the best. He accepted it. He soon got a nice and fine school to carry on his higher education, and enrolled in it. He was always friendly, and was that kind of guy. You know, that kind. He dint had many friends, but it was enough for him. His life was all flowers and rainbows, but fate had other choices. His Foster Father, was now in ill health. He was submitted to a nearby hospital, and was diagnosed with Tuber Culosis Type X. There was apparently no vaccine or an antibody for this, but the doctors gave their best. Only to fail. With that, He passed the 15th year of this miserable life. The Foster father, had a rather low immunity. He dint even eat to fill his appetite, but for sustainence. All the food he could gather, was mostly fed to his kid. All the money he could gather, was mostly spent on his kid. Everything he earned, he gained, was spent on his child. He gave away his last breath, on June 26 2067. This came as a shock to our hero. His heart broke. His soul broke. He was broke. ( I am bad at puns. *^*) Although, there was a good news. The Man was witty enough to get a Health Insurance that could easily pay his sons educational fee, and a little extra to pay for his tastes. Now lets come back to the events of today, the events that makw our hero doubt the existence of himself. His sorrow, His pain overclouded his senses. His fate, his sealed fate was a rather gruesome one. Our hero, was attending a seminar at a university. His studies were going great, and his life was fluidic. His soul was healing, his heart was healing, gradually but it was a rather slow process. He came back from his gloomy self and Now smiled a little, looking back at his wretched past and crying himself to sleep, while reminiscing the memories of his foster father. He had already forgotten about the real ones, and was actually past them. Still, hoping to meet them. And Have Revenge? No, he wasnt that low. He understood them, in this future dystopia.......This world ran on money. Money was Love,Money was life. The seminar was over. He now waved good bye, to his friends and went on his own way. He stopped at a Convenience Store and bought some canned veggies. He proceeded to pay, but instead found a rather cloaked figure currently busy with the employee. He was in a lane, and at its end were 2 figures. Something was wrong. It was too silent. He went up to them, and gave a pat on the cloaked figures shoulder. Only to be punched back and hammered against the ground. His body felt pain. Soon he realised that their was a gun aiming at him. He dint move. But he was shot. Shot right in the abdomen. He flinched, before giving away to pain and screaming, moaning. His soul was already broken, now his body was too. He couldnt remember what happened and woke up in a hospital room. Unable to move. With just the ability to think, to see,to hear and to speak, He was paralysed, for eternity. His face seemed lifeless. His usual smile had faded. And whats worse? He couldnt cry. Tears wont come out. He was lost. He was in limbo. He saw lightning by the window, and heard the thunder a few seconds later. It was soon followed by a drizzle which turned into a violent storm. The windows banged against each other, it was like Creating a scene from a horror movie, but the spooks were real. He was scared. To the bottom of his broken heart. The Night passed. The day came. He was greeted by a nurse who told him everything about his condition, and how he was paralysed, but she also gave him a ray of hope. The doctors will soon find a cure for you!, she said. Lies. Horrible Lies. He thought. But he dint speak. He just nodded. The Nurse fed him with a Patients meal, and introduced a psychologist to him. A female psychologist, named Kanase. She seemed in her Twenties, probably a decade older than him. She had a rather normal appearance, and seemed playful. She asked him a few questions, to which he had trouble replying, but he did reply. At the end, she asked him to smile. To which he refused. He thought of the doctor asking a counter question, but she just seemed satisfied with his answers. She stood up, gave a farewell and left the room. Life was now nothing more than seeing the same faces everyday. He had lost the will to live. He wanted to escape. He wanted to die. But he couldnt. He was broken to the core. Both physically and mentally. He had gave up on life. The Month passed, and he had shown a little sign of recovery. He could now speak well, but other motor functions still remained disabled. Kanase, his psychologist gave him a visit from time to time and asked her several questions. She then at home, evaluated them and came up with a therapy for him. A Virtual Reality Therapy.
Posted on: Thu, 15 Jan 2015 11:26:01 +0000
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