A Change in Perspective

You blacked out.

You woke up, dazed and confused, back at the camping site. Wondering where your companions had gone, you try to get up, but feel so tired that you immediately fall back again and enter a long, slumbering state.

You finally wake up after what seemed like a couple of minutes, but might have been a couple of days. You ask yourself if the story has changed, if you are no longer yourself but a reader. The story hasn't changed, it is still about you, but the perspective has. For no reason at all, it is now in second person. That makes you awfully uncomfortable.

You finally manage to get up. You see the beautiful Ana near you, resting right next to you. Her beautiful sleepy complexion makes you wonder how have you not killed any man that has ever approached her. She belongs to you now, and only to you.

You think about kissing her. She starts getting up, and she meets your lusty gaze with an innocent, pondering stare. Her attractive eyes stay looking at yours, though hers seem a little dazed by sleep. You decide that kissing her might not be a bad idea, and do so pleasurably.

Her very soft lips do not move at the moment that you kiss her, mostly because she was not expecting you to do such a thing, but slowly she starts to concede, and she slowly accepts you.

A long time might have happened while you were trying to make yourself feel better. Why not have sex with her? As the reader, you must yearn to hear about the intimate relationship that you and she possess. She jokingly mocks you, stating that you can't have her. You ignore the possibility that she might just be a figment stemming from your imagination.

You change the story right here. The author loses his control over the narration. Maybe, the true villain of the story isn't the government torturing people, or the Hunter's and their society. Maybe it's the author, who created these people to suffer immensely. He is the one that does not allow you to continue having fun with Ana. The author might have given them purpose, but how much will he make your amazing Ana suffer?

Ana. You can imagine her as perfectly as the narrator can describe her. So beautiful that anybody that looks at her would be amazed. Maybe you could tell her to wear ponytails and glasses, so that your deeper fantasies might become true.

The author continues to struggle for control, and you staring losing it. You were distracted because of how captivating Ana seems to you. The act closes, and the author claims control again. But before he takes control, you realize something extremely important. How could you struggle against the author? You remember the details of what happened before.

Marcus suddenly woke up, and I jumped. He saw me and the dead woman on the floor and was horrified.

"After you got knocked out, I confronted the woman. She wasn't willing to say anything, but after a few punches she said that we could destroy the machines in this place. That would set the men free here and we can escape." I blatantly lied.

Marcus nodded, looking a little bit sick. After the other men woke up, we started getting to work. We destroyed the machinery in the facility, set a bunch of people free, and actually got our resistance started. The next part of the plan was to reach a gate. Gates aren't a hard thing to find in this world, as they exist to take us into Epsilon.

Destroying the Industry was harder than what we thought. It took us several days to destroy it. In those days, not many Hunters showed up to take some humans. We had people stationed outside of the Industry to tell them that a revision was being made and that it would take several weeks before it was usable again.

Nobody asked questions, they simply went back to whatever place they had with them. I felt sorry for the humans that the Hunters had brought with them, but at least for now they didn't have to die.

Finally, we succeeded in freeing all the people trapped inside the Industry. After that, we raided the place and took as much food and water we could find, and finally started heading out. Our new party had easily around 300 humans, which all seemed to be wanting to die as quickly as possible.

They had become restless, sleepless souls that had been tortured for far too long. Marcus, spouted idealistic crap again, and was accepted as the leader, but mostly because nobody there had the willingness to argue anything.

Our group walked for many, many days.

Until we finally reached it, the gate that would lead us to Epsilon.

The gate was, by far, the strangest structure I had ever seen. It was red, with some parts made of black and gold, and with two huge pillars standing somewhat apart from each other, but connected at the top by a sort of fence. It gleamed with might, and was the biggest building I had ever seen in my life.

Marcus knew how to open it, but we decided to take a rest for the day and have a huge campfire. We had been trotting for various days now, so the rest and feast was a pleasant change of pace. But nobody danced in the campfire.

It had this sad feeling of loneliness emitting from the place that seemed strangely comforting. I sat down near the huge campfire and started thinking about the woman that I had killed.

My thoughts were interrupted by Ana, who was eating a huge piece of way too bony a stake. I was perplexed. How could something that does not exist eat? I decided to ask her.

"I'm not the one eating, you are" she claimed.

That would explain why I felt like I was full, even though I had not eaten anything in the last couple of days. A bigger question dawned on me. If Ana could eat for me, could she speak for me as well?

"I am like a second ego" she claimed. "If your current one can't function properly because you have become a Hunter, or can't do something, I can to do it for it for you".

I laid back and started watching the barely seen stars. They seemed to be mingling with the black and green sky, as if afraid of being absorbed into the skies deathly color scheme. Ana came and put her head to rest in my chest. Tomorrow was going to be a big day.

And tomorrow finally came.

Our group got ready to finally march into the gate. Marcus started to chant something, and the gate opened, revealing a passage. The landscape inside the portal changed immensely. Before it was simply the other side of our deserted home, now it was a dark room.

It was as if the door to another room was taken off, yet the two rooms remained connected. That gate was like the in-between the bathroom and your living room.

The moment we stepped in, the narrator lost control of the story, and the cycle began anew.

You became trapped in a loop-hole.

You lost consciences, and you...