2// Alleys and Gardens

〚 𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕔𝕠𝕝𝕠𝕣𝕤 𝕀 𝕡𝕒𝕚𝕟𝕥 𝕠𝕟

         𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕧𝕒𝕤 𝕔𝕒𝕟 𝕖𝕚𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣

             𝕓𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕝𝕚𝕗𝕖... 𝕠𝕣 𝕕𝕖𝕒𝕥𝕙 〛

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ⁿᵒʷ ᵖˡᵃʸⁱⁿᵍ

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there are colors for everything. colored systems like math is for blue and english is for red.

then there are colored emotions. red is for anger, passion, and love; while blue is for silence, calm, and sadness.

funny how a single color can convey two polar opposites, both with the same intensity, depending upon the shade.

I've come to the conclusion this is what humanity is like.

on one side you have people whom are inherently good, and only want the best for everything and everyone, then on the same side of the coin, you have those whom are filled with malicious hate for any and everyone around them that don't fit their idea of society.

humanity in itself is a double edged sword, a lowly paradox.

if you were to ask me what color I'd associate with humanity, I'd respond a murky gray.

no pretty colors, no pretty lights... just gray.

within the span of time it took to create my kind, humanity had lost all it's rights to its once beautiful array of colors, as they've become color blind to all other senses of beauty, thus losing their unique and beautiful colors themselves.

how can one go from being as priceless as silver, to being nothing more that the mud underneath your feet.

these are the thoughts I have even now, a year since I've run away, seventeen now and alone in a world where racism rules the streets.

at this very moment in time I struggle to scrape by, weekly ambushed and beaten.

I'm nothing but a lowly street rat.

and all I have done was try to survive.

my world is a constant dystopia, my people are overwhelmed with dysphoria, the unwelcomed feeling tearing at my being as I avoid mirrors at all costs... never wishing to see the cursed ring of violet... a color that once represented royalty... long ago before hell settled in upon earth.

I sat in my alley, muttering to myself as I wondered how hyung was doing...

did he care about me?

was he looking for me?

I sighed," don't get your hopes up Lino... it's not worth it..."

I stood up slowly, my heart aching at the thought of the hyung I left back in Gimpo in favor of Seoul.

these people, these humans treat me like a ragdoll, using me as they see fit before throwing me back towards my alley.

after all...

I was only a witch.

not a pure human.

I wasn't valuable or worthy.

I was of the devil, I was worse than the devil.

they treated me as the antichrist after the rapture. they treated me like the spawn of Satan the entire being of evil in itself.

humanity has even turned on the angels from God himself... hunting them down, stripping them of their wings.

their own. heaven. sent. angels. meant to guide and protect them from what they fear most, the ultimate torture of the fields of punishment.

hell was one place, feilds of punishment another.

yet... the humans were headed there... destroying all forms of life that couldn't be them, all because we worked in ways they cannot simply understand.

I trailer my finger across the brick wall, drawing a sigil within the thick grime. I hummed softly, my eyes glowing within the iridescent lighting.

I tilted my head to the side before standing. I grabbed my bag, leaving the alley.

everything seemed off today, like something was brewing underneath the surface of my skin.

I didn't understand why the energy around me seemed to be cold, filled with fear.

I brushed it as I stepped out onto the side walk, shoving my hands into my coat pockets, I began walking, taking long strides, following the energy as my insticts directed.

as I grew closer to the energy, a newfound one began to arise.

one looking for revenge, one filled with anger, and yet another... filled with acceptance.

approaching the energy feilds I stumbled upon four men.

three surrounding the man on his knees, pleading for mercy.

"p-please, spare me!"

"did you spare my father?" the smallest of the three grumbled.

"chang-"

BANG.

blood splattered against the walls," you don't get to say my name,"

I stood still, not quite registering what I had seen.

I was holding my breath as they stood there, I held it until I couldn't anymore, gasping for air.

quickly, their heads snapped in my direction.

black, leathery wings rose in defense from the youngest," who are you?"

I smirked," I could ask you the same," I slinked forward, causing the shortest to raise their gun in my direction.

"Garde," I muttered, the air shimmering around me.

I stepped forward again," you're not going to shoot me,"

"bold of you to assume,"

"and it's a shame that you assume I'm here to cause harm," my eyes glittered with merth.

"why are you here?"

"it's not everyday I sense fear, anger, anxiety, and serenity," I smiled," it's quite the combination,"

"what are you getting at?"

"he's a witch, he doesn't have to get at anything," the silent one spoke, eyeing me with calculating eyes," what's your name,"

I looked him up and down," call me Lino,"

"well Lino, what brings you to seoul,"

"a lot of things, one of them being curiosity, another being to study to inner workings of humanity,"

he stared at me for a moment," we'll keep an eye on you Lino,"

"that's if you can find me," I teased, giving a lopsided grin.

"you seem to fear being found,"

"you can say it's one of my many poisons,"

"I'd dare to call it a phobia,"

"you won't stay with me long enough to find out,"

"how cute, you think I won't be able to find you,"

"funny, you think I actually care,"

"you're a bold kid Lino... see you around,"

and with that, the three were gone, I never saw them again, for several years.

I don't know if it was a relief, or a curse, seeing I could have found my home a long time before now.

but one thing I do know...

it was the beginning of a new me.