Twinkle's Story: Chapter 42

*Surprise! New chapter! >:D*
*Well, I don't have camp tomorrow, so why not?*
*Ah yes, yet another new "Anonymous POV". Inspired by someone. Is different from the ones last chapter. Yes.*
*Ooh, intensifies even more.*
*Hmm, it's 7:30-ish now. Let's see if I can finish this before 3 in the morning! ;)*
*Now read and enjoy the chapter. Dun, dun, dunnn! :O*
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ANONYMOUS POV

Where am I?

That is what the boy asked himself, deep in thought. The last thing he remembered was he was going to a new place along with hundreds of other people. He thought this adventure would be fun.

Too bad it was the polar opposite. He finally opened his eyes. Just like with his eyes closed, he could only see one color. Black stretched out in all directions around him. In front of him, behind him, to his right, to his left, above him, below him- it was everywhere.

Okay, this is weird. This place is eerily silent- no, too silent to even call it "eerie". Didn't I travel here with my friends? Wait, where are they?

The boy decided to stand up to look for his friends. He wanted to call out their names- names of friends, neighbors, any other types of people he met- but he couldn't. But for some reason, he knew not to call out for his family. No, his family didn't accompany him on this adventure. Parents were both dead... was there anyone else? He couldn't remember.

He couldn't even remember any of their names. No, he couldn't even remember his own name. Was it those three letters on those toy blocks he used to play with? They were etched into the back of his brain. A small, tan-colored block with the letter "D" wrote in a deep purple; the same type of block but with the letter "A" in a jet black for the second one; and the same type of block as the first two but with the letter "N" in a bright orange for the third and final block. It spelled out "DAN".

The boy felt a strong connection to those three colorful letters. He decided to take those three letters- the "D", the "A", and the "N"- and treasure them forever.

"DAN", the boy thought to himself, "DAN". That is what I'll like to be called. Yeah, I like that name. That must be my name. Dan.

His lips spread out into a small, innocent smile. My name is Dan, my name is Dan, he chanted in his head. He still felt that he shouldn't speak out loud. He didn't know exactly why, but he blindly followed his instinct.

His eyebrows rose up when he felt a sudden rush of colder air pass by him. He felt shivers all over his body as the cold air wove around him. He wanted to take a step forward away from the cold air, but his feet stayed in place. He really, really wanted to step away from the cold, but he just... couldn't. It was almost as if he lacked the ability to do so.

He vigorously shook his head when he felt a chilly voice suddenly speak to him. Inside his head.

"Your parents were murdered," was how the voice greeted the young boy.

The boy gulped in response. Why is this person in my head, and why is it reminding me of that of all things? All the pain that went along with it. Coming home one day and receiving news that my parents were killed. Just... why?

A chill rushed throughout his skull as he heard the voice speak to him. "They were murdered because they did this to you. We murdered them because we love you."

'Love'? Are you freaking kidding me!? Killing my parents because you, "we", love me? Who the heck are you anyway?

Then the blackness dimmed, and the area brightened into a dull gray. The boy looked down at the floor.

He wished he hadn't.

"Your parents funded this project. They caused this to happen. Be glad they were killed, unless you want the numbers rising."

No... no. I don't want the numbers rising. 

"I thought so."

H-How could they support this? I thought they were heroes, my heroes.

"They originally came up with this project, especially your father. They started the propaganda, making it become popular, famous. They caused everyone you once knew to die. They caused all of these people to die. And you are the only one here who is alive. Only because you are their son. Because of that, you now and forever will be their puppet. You are merely a puppet for their grand show, and nothing more."

'Puppet', you say? Then I'll gladly call myself the puppet of melancholy. 

"You know some pretty complex words for your age."

I have a faint memory that I used to have a big vocabulary compared to my age.

"You are an interesting one."

 Well, I'm definitely not 'happy' anymore. And I feel more than just simply 'sad'. I feel melancholic; sorrowful, devastated, grief-stricken. Why did this happen to me?

"You're the chosen one, that's why."  

The boy just nodded his head solemnly as a response. He then felt the chill in his head ebb away. The voice did not speak to him anymore. Or for the time being.

He then felt lonely again. But this time, he knew. He knew why it felt too silent. It was because he was all alone. Completely alone in this strange place, in this strange new world.

With tears in his eyes, he looked all around him in a 360. He saw all the dead bodies- some who he faintly recognized, some who were complete strangers- who were covered in thick black soot. No, the black soot was shaped into bodies that were a cross between a human's and a fox's. They were like humans with triangular-shaped ears on either side of their head at the top, and with fluffy-yet-scraggly tails right where their spinal cord ended at the bottom.

The boy felt a pang in his chest as he saw one body- a body that looked like one that belonged to an elderly man- begin to disintegrate into tiny specks of black dust. The body was turning into ashes before his eyes. The boy ran through the sea of blackened dead bodies- which he thought was the floor, moments before- towards the body that was turning into ashes. He rushed up to the body, and held up the head- or what he thought was the head- close to his own face. He turned his head away from the stench, but turned back to look in the dead man's eye sockets. The body was a total disaster, a gruesome scene. In any other circumstance, he would vomit until his stomach was completely empty. But in this moment, he just couldn't.

This time, the boy spoke aloud. "Why did this have to happen to you?" he whispered, "Why?"

He then put his hands off of the head that was disintegrating away, and walked away from the body. Tears slowly made their way down his face.

Fear. That is all I am. Fear of this place. Fear of living dead, a life made up of contradicting lies. Fear of who I am.

My parents caused this to happen. I am their son. I see him no longer as my father- he's just a synonym for 'devil'. They caused so many people to die such violent deaths. 

The boy looked straight ahead. A shadow blocked out the light from his eyes.

You did this. You caused our friends to brutally die. I can't believe I once looked up to you. My dream was to be just like you. But then I found out who you really were. You are nothing more than a cold-hearted mass murderer. You brought me, your own son, into this mess. You created this hell for me to live in. You made me your puppet for you to play with. I will never forgive you. Ever.

The boy felt fire running in his veins. The shadow ebbed away; in its place, a bright glowing light stood. The only light in this darkened place.

Fire.

Fear.

If the "r" and the "e" switch places, "fire" will sound like "fear".

I am made up of only two things: fear and fire.

The boy looked up with a sudden determined look on his face. Countless bodies were disintegrating around him. He was the only survivor. His dark brown hair ruffled, even though there was no hint of a single breeze.

I know my true purpose now. It's to bring light into the dark. To drive out the evil you created. I will hate you for an eternity. 

Fear and fire are my only friends now.

My name is Fierdan.

Dan who only knows fear and fire. That is me.

Fierdan.

And then the boy, who renamed himself "Fierdan", stood among the dead. He was the only one left.

He tried to test the name out. He said his new name, and he liked the way it sounded despite it being more difficult to pronounce.

No, he loved it.

"I am not human nor fox. I am fear. Live in fear for what you created- me."

The boy closed his eyes.

"I am the very definition of fear. I am Fierdan."

The boy opened his eyes, his eyes suddenly glowing brightly.

"And I'll make sure the world pays. That or I am not me. Fierdan."

Man, I love how that word sounds.

I am no longer Dan; I am Fierdan.