《The Story of a Dreamer》Walk.
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Nothing.
Laiz felt absolutely nothing.
He couldn't feel his body,
He couldn't feel his emotions.
He couldn't feel sadness.
And.. He couldn't feel happiness.
Laiz would have stayed in this unmoving and uneventful state had it not been for the blue thing in front of him.
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Choosing Random World...
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Laiz felt everything rushing back,
He felt his body grounded by the gravity of his being
With this weight came the fountains of emotions,
He felt the the lowest point of this fountain
Despite this, he felt the comfort of his will
'...'
Laiz's eyes took another form of luster. It was bland, simple and ordinary.
Yet, if anyone were to look long enough, they would see this bland eye sharper than a blade,
This simple eye containing an animosity with huge depth
And this ordinary eye piercing both through ordinary and incredible things.
'...'
Laiz gazed at nothing in particular, as if lost in thought.
He once again focused his attention on the panel.
As if an imaginary curtain was opened, everything that has happened came rushing back towards his empty mind. He remembered his encounter, his discoveries and improvements in preparations for his improvements.
The light from the opened curtains brightened his state of mind, state of emotion and state of stability. His eyes brightened.
Yet the previous luster did not vanish, only missing from the eyes of those who have not suffered as much as he.
Laiz smiled at the panel, completely at short peace with himself and everything that has occured within him. His mind was silent.
If a mind-reader were to use his ability on Laiz, he would experience an absolute silence that was both terrifying and calming.
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Unfortunately the silence did not last long.
Laiz exploded.
If the mind-reader were to use his ability again, he would hear the exact opposite of what he had heard previously. Everything was a mess. Shouts of agony were all that was heard in Laiz head.
With all this in his head,
Laiz took a sudden step
A step with no direction
However, it was not a mindless step
It was a step away behind him.
Laiz took another step
It was a step further away from his previous spot
Laiz took another big step.
And another
And another
He kept walking, each step getting faster and faster
Eventually going from a slow paced walk to a full speed run
He felt something inside him build up as he ran kept getting faster and faster
But, before he could let this pressure explode,
He stopped. His mind stopped.
He stood straight despite his heavy and ragged breathing.
Laiz looked at the panel once more
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World has been decided!
Please wait..
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Laiz's eyes changed once more.
The sharp, malice and polar opposite of ordinary eyes returned to it's original dull, neutral and ordinary form as if it were a percentage that was interrupted and forced to go back to zero.
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Preparations done!
Transporting in 3..
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Laiz stood completely still as the countdown decreased each second.
Laiz looked behind him.
What he saw was a white bright and ear ringing flash.
It was a flash not from the physical world but from his head.
.....
There was a boy, he had blunt wounds all over his body that could make any mother ask tenderly (demandingly) of what has happened to him.
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Dark red blood trickled down into the the rough and cold night ground, staining it with red.
A group of laughter could be heard away from the boy.
It wasn't the laugh of joy that came from a carefree time with friends or the loving times with your family.
Instead the laugh contained the sinister intentions. It was a laugh that looked down on the boy, a laugh that viewed the boy nothing but entertainment and a laugh that stomped the boy down to the solid ground.
The boy moved his eye towards the group of people laughing. They were children, young adults and full grown people.
Some were carrying rocks from the ground while others were smirking a few meters behind.
Anyone would have felt their blood freeze cold looking at the scene before them or.. From the loss of blood,
But the boy had no other reaction besides the dull and empty expression that was there the whole time.
The crowd were very dissatisfied by the lack of reaction. A few people from the crowd smirked even further as they prepared to throw their rocks
"STOP!!"
But, before they could even have the chance to build up their throw,
A man spread his hand outwards while facing the crowd, blocking their view of the boy.
While a woman rushingly brings the boy to her arms as she and the boy looked at the bare back of the man. The man's back was ordinary, yet to the two, it seemed like a super hero were between them and the villains.
The woman felt the liquid dripping through her arms. Which luckily brang her mind back towards what was important.
She looked at the boy with tender affection before running towards the opposite direction.
The man looked behind him before bringing his glare back towards the crowd. His expression containing nothing but wrath and disgust.
.....
Tears ran down Laiz's cheeks as his eyes and eyebrows quivered with emotion
Laiz forced his head to face forward.
Yet, his neck felt as if it was an old rusted door trying to close itself from the outside.
Laiz covered his face with his arms while looking not forward, not behind him but at the ground.
He took one last step. One weak step before the count finished.
A circular barrier blasted away from Laiz. The barrier traveled faster than the speed sound as it froze everything within its way. Before coming back way faster than before.
When it reached Laiz, a wide explosion exploded outwards.
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