{In a white room.}
*Cough*Cough*
{In a white bed.}
"Mother..."
{The voice of a child broke the stillness, drawing her gaze.}
"Oh, don't worry Sweetie, it's nothing realy..." With her radiant blue eyes, the mother gazed at the small child beside her bed.
*Cough*Cough*
"Red..."
{His white world was tainted with life.}
"Huh?" Warmth emanated from the hand covering her mouth, she looked down. Her eyes widened, pupils trembling.
"..." A gust, her long, light brown hair blown by the wind coming from the open window.
"Oh, it's nothing, really; I just had too many cherry drinks, don't worry." The mother's playful words contrasted with the child's serious blue eyes.
It was not normal for a small child to show such an expression. Even more so as the thing reflected in his eyes wasn't the red being wiped from his mother's hand, but a transparent red veil over her.
"..." As the veil looked to embrace her, his eyes turned darker.
{Such world of white... being tainted by that red... it could only be reflected in his blue.}
While he climbed onto the bed, his eyes reflected the contrast created by the red veil and his mother's glowing blue eyes.
"Huh, what is it, Sweetie?" His strong hug surprised her.
'I will...!' The child's stare, such hostile eyes directed at the red veil behind.
"Don't worry..." She returned his hug, clenched hand, a handkerchief still dripping red.
"I'll... I surely will make it vanish, just wait for me..."
{The white world was embraced in the transparent jet empty bleeding of a heart.}
"I don't understand Sweetie, but I promise, however long it takes, I'll wait..." Her words were light, but her eyes had a pained look in them.
Really, how could she lie...
...
"Hahahaha... catch me, but you can't."
"Just wait! I'll get you!"
"Hm..." Hearing the children laugh, the blue-eyed boy returned from the story.
'Waste of time...' The blue-eyed boy was across from the playing kids, on the other side of a big road.
"Uhm..." He frowned, the dappled sunlight cutting through tree leaves like shards of glass, pulling him back to the present.
*Step...*step...* Such heavy step come toward him.
'Why is he here...?' It was a sound he knew very well...
A moment after the step stopped, a deep voice called to him.
"Why not join them?"
'Uh... ' He recognized the voice so much so that he shook from the pure weight it had for him.
His empty and dead eyes changed to show some light before he answered.
"They are slow... and clumsy... and..." His words were unconcerned.
"Hm, indeed they are slower than you... but you can hold yourself back a little. My son, you don't need to always use everything, did you forget why and what I started teaching you...?" Hearing his father's words the boy's stern face broke a little.
"Uh..." He turned to his father, irritation flickering across his face.
"You wouldn't hold back either," he said sharply, though a flicker of emotion softened his glowing eyes.
"HM!?"
"Ah..." Hearing the muscular man's husky hum, he shuddered and turned back to look at the playing kids.
*Step...*step*
'Ah... why me...?' As the heavy sound of approaching steel-toed boots started again, he sighed in his mind.
"Ugh... Ahg..." At the same time that the footsteps stopped, he felt a touch on his shoulder.
"..." And feeling the strong and painful grip, he turned to look at his father, whose face he couldn't see in the dark shadows.
"You think your mother would like to hear that you're just sulking in the shade?"
"...?" Seeing his son stand up without a word, the man stopped mid-sentence.
"Hmh..." As the boy walked towards the other children, a smile appeared behind the short man's full beard.
"This is not fair, it's a blatant threat..."The words slipped out from his tongue as he reached the road.
A glance to one side then the other "...!?" Something flew past him.
'This!?' Seeing the red flash in the corner of his eyes, he reflexively turned towards it.
'Unfortunate...' A little girl running after a ball, the red veil above her.
'But... One day... one day for sure I'll make you disappear,' Glaring at the veil embracing the girl, his childish face, which appeared after he walked out of the shadows, completely turned around with hatred burning in his eyes.
The hatred was not directed at the girl but at the red veil that wanted to take away the one thing he wanted... the one thing he felt...the only one thing he could call his purpose in this wretched thing called life.
*Squeak...* Hearing the screeching of car brakes, he turned his head, his angry face disappeared and a fake expression emerged. 'She's going to die; it's too late, buddy...' But still, his thoughts were the same unconcerned.
Then...
"...!?" As he turned back, something happened that changed his face again, this time into a real one.
'Why? How!? How the hell did it vanish...!?' He had seen it descend many times before, but this was the first, it never once left before finishing what it came for.
"Huh...?" A strong gust of wind pushed him, with something flashing in the corner of his eye again.
"Uh!?" As the car crossed in front of him, his blue eyes focused on the other side.
'Why is...?' His eyes were fixed on the man, the man who was holding the little girl in his arms.
*Kya... Ahhhh...* "It's-it's The Man With The Bag!!
Run, he will take you away!!! RUN!!" As the children ran away screaming, the man put the little girl down.
"If you run out onto the road one more time..." The man had a deep and serious voice.
"Uh... Kya!!!" But while the man spoke, the little girl glimpsed his face, she began to cry and scream as she also run away.
"How did...?"
"Huh?"
'Someone was standing behind me...?'
Hearing his son's voice behind, the father turned, but when he did...
He saw not his son's clear blue eyes looking up at him...
"...!" Fear...
"...?" What the father saw... empty and dark eyes... eyes that were not of a child... or even human...
Monster...
A monster...
"How did you...?" The question of the monster sounded desperate.
"..." Making the father lose his voice, he could not speak as he looked at that thing...
"Help me! Help me... to do it, to make it vanish!" The monster's pleading made the father shudder.
"What are... Uh...!?" Horrified by his own question, he stifled his words.
"I-I want to be as strong as you!"
"..." The father still couldn't speak.
'No... My son... My brothers...' He remembered similar eyes from the people he once called his comrades, making him settle down.
"I'm sorry..." The father knelt down, metal pendants jingling around his neck as he grabbed both of the little thing's shoulders.
"..."
"I'm sorry, son..." The father's words become soft.
"Help me..."
"Yes... Yes, I'll..." His head fell down... motionless he gazed at the ground... words he wanted to speak weighted so heavy... he could not bear it... no... who could?
"..." After a second of silence, he glanced up; his face had changed.
"Boy..." The softness vanished from his voice; rather, it was raised with a domineering and harsh tone. A simular tone to the man he once was taught by.
"I'll tell you four...!" But he abruptly stopped as he looked at his son's face, his grip strengthened before he continued.
"Five, Five Commands...!" He could not make the same mistake as that man did.
...
"Do you understand!? You have to follow... You will follow them until there are lives to live!" With the words of his father, the child desired to be a 'human'.
"I... I will follow..." As he was only a child, he was weak, so he wanted the strength he saw in his father.
'I will make it vanish!' He wanted to use that strength to protect the one thing he could feel, and so he followed what he was told.
"..." He was taught in this way and it was this that made him 'human' again...
He had no choice but to believe the man's words even if the man himself wasn't sure of this path.
Sadly as time went by and the years passed over them, the child learned something...
...
{Belove the clear sky.}
"Mother you said...you will wait..." His mother lied...
{On the green and lush fields filled with peoples of the past.}
"No, sorry... it was I who was late, I'm sorry..."
{A young child stood alone.}
{And just as alone... The beautiful woman in the bed decorated with marble gazed at him.}
...
'Don't worry, sis, I will protect you all!'
{Now, besides the woman, a young lady sits.}
"I was weak, I'm sorry..." He failed them... How could he...
{Still, the teenage boy stood alone.}
...
{Not far away, between the forest of stones that represent the past.}
'My love, it doesn't matter what comes. I will protect you!'
{A young woman sits looking at him.}
"I wasn't there, I'm sorry... I... I wasn't..." He lost everything, how could he not ran away...
{A young man stood alone.}
...
...he who learned, he alone, he was not the one to stop the red veil, no, he was the very bringer of it.
"Stand up, my son!" Despite the years of struggle and nearly losing himself countless times, he pressed the mask to his face, its edges digging into his skin. It was the only thing keeping him together—but the day it shattered... this is where we start.
...
Under the full moon's light, five men dressed in black chased the young man.
"Somebody help me, please call the police!" he shouted, though knowing full well it was futile in this deserted area of the village.
"Why me? Did I do something wrong?" As he asked, he ran to a half-collapsed house, climbed its wall, and jumped over the rubble to land on the wall across.
"You freakish monster dare to ask, you and your father both, you both need to pay!" One of the men in black called out as they followed him through the window, one after the other, falling because of the rubble.
"Fools..." Alowing himself a low lough, he dropped from the wall and dashed through the back garden. The five men stumbling after him as one continued, "Your father messed with the wrong people this time!"
"Big surprise... not the first time though, and... Then find my f*ing dad first! I don't know were he is!" He ran through the jungle like overgrown garden, navigating the debris with ease, and quickly reached the back wall.
"Hop..." He climbed over with ease, and as he got to another house he started running straight to its front gate.
"So sluggish..." When he arrived, he turned to see the five crawling over the back wall, with bleeding scratches everywhere.
"Anyway, bye... I hope you finde the old one, I also have some things to say to him so good luck, hahah." As he became convinced he had escaped, he closed the gate and started running again.
But... just as he was catching his breath on the road, the words he heard slowed his steps. "Oh, we found the old man first...!"
He only took a few more steps before turning back.
'How you are still alive?'