1 001: The Beginning of Everything
This is it. This is where everything went downhill. As I look at my test results, sorrow wraps its stiff hands around my neck and second by second it's harder to breath in. A MAIN CHARACTER. That's my test results from the character development test. I feel nauseous, wanting to throw up but nothing is coming up. I stand there; probably as white as sheet as my dad walks in.
"Got your test results, huh?" He says with a sad smile.
"Dad, what am I supposed to do now?" Dad won't say anything, only wrapping his hands around my shoulder. With that sad smile he leaves ruffling my pink hair at the progress. I stand there looking dumbfounded at the place he was at. Anxiety creeps inside of me and my eyes sting from the finality of the situation.
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In this world there are people divided into three categories, side characters, antagonists and main characters. Side characters are the majority of people. They are normal, everyday working people. They work at offices and bakeries etc, in ordinary jobs. Their qualities are about average and their job in society is to support main characters or antagonists. Antagonists usually have hatred for main characters or the society. They usually are above average, successful in about anything they put their mind into. And then there are main characters. They are usually portrayed as heroes and such, but no one really knows what they do. Only in TV there are sometimes mentions of those heroes who "protect our society from those harmful groups of villains". Everyone acts around heroes differently. They are respected and in sometimes feared. They have usually extraordinary features and the highest society rank. I don't want to be a main character. I would have been happy if I were just a side character. I could have had a normal life. And I've had about average numbers from tests so far anyway. Is it the pink hair? I was born with this hair color, maybe that's why everything bad happens to me.
When I was born, my mother left me with my father. I am happy to have such a great father and it hasn't bothered me much that I don't have mother in my life but I hope she's happy where ever she is. Maybe she couldn't handle the lost of her child being a main character or something and that's why she left, no one knows. Since no one really knows what happens to main characters after the test results, that's likely.
A sharp knock on the door startles me and with shaking feet I falter to the front door. I feel my heart trying to jump out of my throat as I look at the three grey-suited man in front of me. All of them have black sunglasses so it's impossible to tell what they are thinking.
"You must be Owen Hill. Congratulation behalf on your test results on the annual character development test. We have come to collect you." The man on the middle says to me.
I feel vulnerable in front of these three men which are looking at my every move. Panic rushes inside me as I look with horror at the three excepting pair of eyes. I don't want to go. The black car behind them looks heavily threatening.
"And you must be Mr. Hill. You must be very proud of your son." The same man says now to my father who have come to stand behind me.
"Yes, officer. Words can't describe how proud I am of him." He says proudly but I can tell he is a bit solemn.
"After you." The words finality hits me with full force as I take a look at my proud father. I take a step towards the black passenger car. As the door shuts between me and my home, I've never felt so alone in my life.
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After a few hours of sitting in the car's backseat we finally arrive at the destination. Or I think so. When the car finally stops we have stopped in front of a big white building. The building looks like a fancy prison. There are even white bars on the window, making it hard to take the step in. The building does have some fancy decorations, there are some statues of lions and roman pillars as well of some flowery decorations. But the heavy feeling the building radiates kills the atmosphere.
I look at the building with heavy heart as memories of my childhood come to mind. How we visited museums with dad when I was young. How that one nightmare repeated itself time after time and how my dad calmed me down every night. He would calm me down with soft voice and tell me it was nothing, that it was just a nightmare. That there were no monsters in the closet or under the bed. We would check every corner and cabinet and I would go to bed. But these memories are the only thing I'm left with so I feel empty as I look at my supposed to be new home. Do I really have to live here the rest of my life like a prisoner or like a caged bird? Is there really no other choices I can make? I look solemnly at the gate which will keep me in if I don't soon come up with something. The gate is a heavy looking thing made with black iron and as I can't seem to find the handle, it's probably a wireless door, meaning that I can't get out of it even if I wanted. Not on my own at least.
I'm suddenly brought from my thoughts as I feel a cold shiver run through my spine as I feel someone looking at me. Then I see it. In the fourth floor I see some guy looking at me. His eyes are on mine when he smashes his head on the window. My eyes are the size of saucers and my mouth hangs open when the suit guy asks me to get out of the vehicle. I leave the car with heavy heart on my chest, nothing on my hands.
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I look from the shadows as the car enters the yard. Tomorrow my plan comes to action as now the missing piece has been placed where I can snatch it. Owen, tomorrow you are mine to play with~!
