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Kiyoto
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04-19-2014, 09:35 PM
Yuki woke to find himself staring at a ceiling. Though...it wasn't his. Sitting up, he noted the room around him. It looked like an old rundown childs room, and bathed in a red glow. It was really kind of creepy. He slipped off the bed, moving to the window. Immediately, his breath was taken away, and he took a step back. This...wasn't his complex...was this even his hometown? The red outside was from the scy, and the world it bathed in its color looked eerie and way to post apocolypse. He had to be dreaming, more like a nightmare.
It felt like a movie or something, that all of a sudden something bad would pop out of the closet or zombies would appear. This couldn't be real.The sound of his phone going off made him jump, turning to the table by the bed. There it was, sitting there with the screen flashing. He felt his body shaking a bit, before slowly stepping forward. He was certainly afraid of answering, but he could not help himself anyways. Pressing the green button to answer, he moved the phone up to his ear. "H-hello?" there was a slight pause, and for a moment, Yuki thought it could be nothing, until a voice answered on the other side:
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"Welcome Yukiteru Shigure
You have been chosen to take part in the game to see who will surpass god. There are twelve of you in total for the moment, but that will not last to long. No, for you see, only one can win. Only one can survive, taking their rightful place. You have each been blessed with a tallent, a weapon if you will to help you on your way. What you do with this power is your own choice. The pieces have been set, the city is your stage and I will be your guide. I look forward to seeing which one of you will take the prize. Until then, good luck and the only thing left to say is:
Survive."
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The phone went dead, leaving him there in the silence. He was shaking again, but felt like he was frozen in place with the phone still at his ear. Swallowing, he lowered it. It was moments later, that the phone beeped to allert him to a txt. He looked down at it. Before the message came up, he noticed his contacts had opened. There were only eleven names and numbers, but the messaged stopped him from looking to much in detail. He read the words that rose upon the screen, telling him to meet at the park. Was this crazy nightmare really happening? It couldn't be real, it was not real! He closed his eyes, willing himself to wake up. He wanted to be back at home, Saturday morning, his mom.....his mom.
A pain in his heart rose up. He opened his eyes, the last thing he had said to his mom was nothing... She had come to get him for dinner, and he had ignored her. Now...ugh he had to get out of here! He turned, running out of the room and the house. He found himself out on the street, glancing right and then left. It was pure silence, no people, no animals, no nothing. He noticed a newspaper caught on a lamp post and walked over to it. Picking it up, he read the date. "Friday, 2015?!" he blinked, ok, this had to be a hoax. There was no way it was 2015. He shook his head, this was seriously creepy and some cruel idea of a joke. He just wanted to go home. He looked down the street, there was only one place to go to get some answers...the park.
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