King of Monsters 3

I feel sore all over my body. I feel as if a bag of weights is weighing me down. However, I remember something. Something I felt just now, something that I have to make my way to.

I feel something ahead, something powerful and important. My gut tells me I need to stop it, and that keeps me moving.

I struggle to make my way through the mall covered by corpses.

Soon, I start hearing chanting. It is in a language I do not understand, or even know off.

As I continue, I shiver. I feel… uncomfortably cold. Like there is something in front of me freezing the air around me. My tiredness from before seems to fuse with the cold, pulling me down.

After some more walking, I gasp in surprise at the sight in front of me.

Ghosts are gathered together, standing amidst what feels like a magic circle. They have been chanting, and something dark and cold is forming in the center.

I have no idea what is going, but I burn with the desire to stop it.

The ghosts look at me. I can see their eyes gleaming with dark purple even within the dark mall.

Fuck. I think to myself.

I try to do something, but nothing happens.

Next thing I know, a huge mass of darkness flies my way, and I am on the floor.

I feel a severe pain coming from my right side. I took a look, and I chuckle.

“What the fuck.” I say to myself, staring at blood gushing out of my wound, half of my body gone.

I feel great pain, but I ignore it. I try to transform, to fight, to do anything, but nothing happens.

As I struggle, the ghosts continue their chant.

As it gets colder, I start blacking out.

My memories start coming back to me, as I walk down a memory lane of my miserable life.

I remember everything. The loneliness, the inferiority, the fear, the jealousy, the humiliation, the anger, the hatred. Even with that few tiny moments of pride I gained after strengthening myself with martial arts, it all felt pointless, as that tiny achievement means nothing in the bigger scheme of things. Means nothing in my life.

It’s probably funny, you know? Despite how much it sounds like I have struggled, sometimes it just feels like all of it does not matter. In truth, I barely struggled, really, as, well, as arrogant as I might sound, I have always been way too smart to struggle.

So my life is just this ironic tragedy where a genius who can achieve anything he wants achieve nothing. I have always found it boring, as nothing really mattered.

Which was why I held, and still hold her so dear. The woman I fell for. I remember the joy she brought me, how she lifted me out of my own darkness.

I feel my breath weakening, and I start freezing up. In the end, I achieved nothing. I always have….

Someone suddenly appear in the middle of the crowd. A group of people.

“Hello.” I hear a female voice speak as the ghosts stare in surprise. Soon, the people start fighting them. No, massacring them.

I stare as the ghosts get massacred. I feel relief as I see the threats fall one by one. I don’t know what happened, but it feels like the situation is been resolved.

As I relax, pain shoots through me like a bullet. Then, I feel comfort.

As I lie helplessly on the floor, I see someone walking up to me.

A young woman stares at me with eyes, her expression contorted. I am curious, but too tired to look at whatever she’s looking at.

The young woman smiles.

“You are gonna be okay.” That was the last thing I hear before I fall into a complete blur.

I remain conscious, but am unable to make out what is happening around me. I feel something shifting, but have no idea what it is. The only thing I can make out is that I can feel myself healing.

I open my eyes. Everything seem normal. I look around.

The corpses lying around me disgust me. However, I take a sigh of relief.

“Wait.” I say to myself, realizing something.

I am fully healed, and buck naked.

“Right.” I say to myself.