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So this is my entry for the final round of Chiaroscuro's (formerly known as Ohhithere1543) writing comp!
Not sure if I like it tbh, expect some edits and revisions. Also note, it switches POV's midway (point of view) so when you see a horizontal line after this one, that's when it does.
Word count: 4401
Enjoy!~
August 22, 9210 7:52AM
I’ve always wondered about fate. I’m not special in any way shape or form. Pretty ordinary. Yeah me. I suppose the only thing that would make me stand out are my parents, as for the last ten years they’ve been a menace to humanity. Perfect role models, no? I’ve always admired them, along with my personal hero, Loki. Anyways, this is getting off track. I bought this journal simply to vent my thoughts, not gush about my parents. Although a few years down the road this will probably seem cheesy.
Today is my first day of highschool! I got enrolled to Live High, school for aspiring villains. All hush hush though. If the government found out about this, it would be shut down. From the orientation, it’s incredible. The buildings are more midevalesque, with a Gothic feel to the light and graceful ways the arches flowed. Really sets the mood.
Hopefully my appearance was up to standards. In middle school I was bullied since I covered my right eye with my long lengthy bangs. A blood red eye would be a cause for alarm no matter who it was. A red eyes were considered ill omen, and any child with them were cursed to a lifetime of misery and misfortune for others.I’m half so I had no idea what that means. Half cursed? Luckily my other is a lovely brown, dark cocoa iris, so I appeared normalish. Was I giving off an emo vibe? Raven streaked hair, slouched demeanor even though I stood like...6 feet tall, was it 5’11? Freckles, lanky, and equipped with the nicest outfit I could find, which sadly only included a rumpled up T-shirt and loose slacks. Is this enough? Would I fit in with the other guys? I tried combing my hair but it’s really so stubborn. Agh, I don’t have time for this!
August 22, 9210 3:50PM
Okaaay...things did NOT go well. Within the first hour I managed to knock over a desk please don’t ask future me and trip over literally nothing numerous times. A klutz, that’s what I am. My homeroom teacher was cool wonderful, as he was helpful and understanding. The technical planning class was taught by a she-devil very hateful person, I swear. Yelling, criticism, and her overall demeanor made me want to shrink down and hide.
Another sad terrifying note, I managed to figure out who to avoid. Alphas of the school were bad, it was obvious who would be more than happy to give me a Wet Willie. Internally shuddering at that one. One of them is in my homeroom class though! Help! I never did do well with confrontation and I doubt I will now. We got paired up as table partners. Can I just say it’s terrifying unsettling? I was too nervous to introduce myself. As Loki would say, “an ant has no quarrel with a boot.” Yeah this is gonna be awkward. Should I ask for a seat change?
August 26, 9210 4:15PM
One week down, too many more to go! I managed to introduce myself to my lab partner and in exchange for my name of Fwei Kravitz he mumbled that his name was Declan. I’m starting to think he’s less of a menacing terror and more of a silent powerhouse. Broad form, towering, fiery wine crimson hair that reached his lower back and the most intense crystal emerald irises I’ve ever faced. Thank goodness I don’t have to share a dorm with him, or anyone. But still, help!
September 29, 9210 7:05PM
I suppose I should take back what I’ve been saying about Declan. He’s actually really smart and interesting. And uh, the only person who I’ve really talked to. Sadly...ANYWAYS, it seems like he enjoys watching anime which was a shocker, as we launched into a good hour discussion on multiple titles including Soul Eater and Fullmetal Alchemist. He also loves to read! Shocker.
The reason he opened up to me was on accident really. We were tasked to work on building a scale model of the empire state building out of cardboard and design a rig to blow it up without harming anything in the area. Courageously Timidly, I asked him if he’d like to work on it outside of class so it could be completed faster. To my disbelief, he offered his place as the workshop.
Upon arriving there I had to agree it was a smart move. A luxury condo? He could afford a workshop in the basement spooky that we could safely test small scale. I had managed to accidentally stumble upon a secret stash of anime merch he had hidden away, and from then we hit off once he learned I watched it too. You really can’t judge a person by their cover, can you?
November 9, 9210 3:02PM
...Takedown class is terrible. I wouldn’t say that I’m queasy around blood, but I can barely stomach dissections. Especially on anything remotely fuzzy. I CAN'T BELIEVE WE HAD TO DISSECT A BUNNY. They’re literally my favorite animals ever...I want to cry. They’re so sweet, innocent and their little noses! Animal cruelty anyone?
Over the months I’ve been getting closer with my homeroom teacher and I decided to vent my disgust over the whole dissection to him. He gave me some constructive criticism and while it annoyed me a little, I guess it was caring on his part. In essence he stated that I was too soft and that to be a proper villain I had to be more cold and willing to do things that were decisive and sharp. That’s how evil built its image after all.
Going to try to implement this into my life, but I really do draw the line at the bunnies.
December 24, 9210 12:54PM
Okay okay freaking out! I’ve just been asked on um...a dATE? AH! It’s tomorrow on Christmas!
So there’s this really really pretty girl in homeroom, yeah? And I’ve started talking to her along with Declan and she’s really really cool. Her name is Tessa and really, she’s so sweet. Did I mention she’s amazing? Like really. Super smart and pretty, with such a beautiful shade of tan, strawberry shoulder length hair, petite, and with such a cute little dimple every time she laughs.
…
Am I in love?
December 25, 9210 11:43PM
Things went...well it happened. Hopefully she doesn’t avoid me on Monday since I made a complete fool of myself. I wish I was smoothly clever like Loki.
I took her out to the movies, since well there would be less social interaction. Along the way one of her girlfriends spotted her and joined our little date, unwilling to leave even though I dropped numerous hints that I would’ve liked her to. I tripped twice and bumped into multiple people. Not to mention I lost my wallet we spent a good twenty minutes scouring the theatre only to find that I had misplaced it in the bathrooms. Yeah it was a disaster.
I expressed my distress to Declan, but he simply seemed grumpy about me simply going on the date. I wonder why?
March 12, 9211 5:24PM
Today I was called into the principal’s office without prior notice. It completely baffled me, as I believed my grades were decent and I wasn’t causing any trouble.
According to Principal Williams, that was the problem. I was simply...too mellow. Too honest. Too normal. No one even knew of my name. Most of the other two hundred something students had already been marked on the radar as potential threats to society, a high mark here in school. That was the first step to notoriety, and soon careful planning in order to reach world domination. Cheesy.But not me. In fact, I was scolded for helping out. Marked as a good citizen even. Ugh, it was terrible. Probation was my punishment. This wouldn’t do. I had to live up to my parents expectations! I had tried being less soft, but it honestly hasn’t been working. At this point I honestly don’t know. “All humans crave subjugation,” as Loki would put it. Am I different? Why do I not crave the same?
Principal Williams then decided to give me an opportunity to prove my worth. Next week I’ll have the opportunity to join a small raid aiming to hijack a Garda car, one of those fancy armoured vehicles that transfer cash from location to location. I mean, what have I got to lose at this point?
March 19, 9211 5:02AM
Today’s the day I get my name recognized, hopefully. The plan is simple actually. Simulate a car crash with myself as a decoy to halt the armoured car and block the road, then while the attention is in my direction, two other members of our operation (including Tessa, I’m worried about her) would attach specially designed sticky bombs which would be detonated after a seven second delay. Oliver, our sniper, would take out any guard who survived the explosion. Simple, but effective in my opinion.
March 21, 9211 7:24PM
I watched anxiously on the news for two days and for word around campus. Yes it was talked about, but I was surprised my name never really came up? I wonder why? I was an integral part of the plan, and not that I demanded the spotlight, but a little credit would’ve been nice. People mostly spoke of Tessa and Oliver’s role and how essential they were, which I had to agree with. But no one ever clapped me on the back and exclaimed, “Good job Fwei!” Well, save for Declan. He gave me a mighty cheer and even treated me to takoyaki.
Speaking of Tessa, I haven’t heard much from her lately. Since our first date I’ve been getting mixed messages, sometimes she would come over to study, other times would ignore me altogether. Ahh I don’t know anymore. Girls are confusing.
Principal Williams did put me off probation, as I played my part perfectly, according to him. So small yay there.
March 22, 9211 2:45PM
Confusion. Disappointment. Heartbreak.Those are the only words for this.
Today, while looking for Tessa I overheard two voices speaking in an empty classroom. One was clearly the person who I was searching for, and the other I managed to pinpoint as Oliver. I crouched from behind the door, listening. In my gut I knew I shouldn’t walk in.
“-and he’s super clingy. Ugh. I hate guys like him” Tessa’s muffled voice came through the door.
A moment of silence. “Then why do you hang around him?” Oliver now.
“Because, he’s so simple! A few lingering glances, a few hints, and he’s head over heels for me. It’s so easy! And plus, how do you think I’ve been getting good scores lately? Fwei has been so eager to help me in my studies. I doubt he ever realized that I sabotaged the report on the raid to leave him out of it. I’m surprised he hasn’t come running in tears to me yet.” I could hear the sarcasm dripping from her words. She was disgusted by me. My heart felt like it was shattering, the jagged shards ripping through my body.
They paused in their conversation and I froze, tension ringing through my body. But of course to my luck, an impeccable timing of a sneeze sounded and I heard the door opening, the commotion. Tessa’s face appeared in my vision. “Fwei? How long have you been standing there?” Her hair was rumpled, shirt askew. It was obvious what she had been doing. The player. That sympathetic expression, attempting to mask the ugly words she spat. Oh, I wouldn’t be fooled twice.
“Long enough.” I punctuated my words carefully, emphasizing the phrase.
Her expression darkened for a fraction of a second. Then it was a facade of tears and she stepped toward me, her lip quivering. “It’s what Oliver made me believe! I was forced to do it!”
I scoffed and turned away, but she grabbed my arm, yanking me back towards her. “Wait!” She yelled.
Tessa had some serious strength. I stumbled, hair flying and landed on my face and knocking my head hard. A surge of sudden calm overcame my mind, and I straightened, raising my head. With a careless swish, I tossed the bangs concealing my right eye and grinned. The crimson iris stared back at her, intense and taunting. On the iris was inscribed with a simple star. ‘Wait for what? Would you really spend your time with a child of ill omen?”
She shrieked and skittered backwards. Oliver emerged from the room and his expression changed from concern to pure fear as he took in the situation. “Shall I curse you too?” I murmured.
They turned and fled.
March 29, 9211 12:02PM
I’m numb.
Within a week, word had gotten out that I was cursed. Not that it mattered to me anymore. Instead, I was fighting an internal battle within myself. Soon after they had fled, that deathly calm had disappeared and I curled up, silently hyperventilating to myself. Why? What possessed me to reveal my darkest secret? And to the one who had just hurt me so? This was all so confusing. It didn’t feel like me in that moment. But somehow it was.
I was right. A child of ill omen, destined to bring ruin and misfortune. I just...I want to be happy. Is that too much to ask?
I should talk to Declan about this. Or should I? He was my best friend, but then again I had initially thought Tessa was simply a sweet innocent girl. Could he be deceiving me also? Agh, I don’t know what to believe anymore.
April 4, 9211 3:35AM
What is wrong with me? Why am I not in shock, even now? My chest isn’t even tight, nor do I feel the lingering panic of heartbreak. No freezing when I see Tessa that lil...ugh in the hall, No hesitation in my voice. According to Declan, my demeanor had slowly changed as well. I had started to slouch less, and my voice rang clearer.
And then there’s the issue of the memory glitches. One moment I’ll have tripped on my face, the next I’m sitting at my desk at home. It’s very concerning problematic. What was I doing in that time period? Why was this happening to me? Luckily it’s only happened twice so far, but it leaves some serious room for concern.
May 17, 9211 9:09AM
Ah. Today is the third day that I’ve started to hear voices. Throughout the day, my right eye would slowly start to throb, and I’ll sit in silent agony until it passes. That was my silent notification that it would begin talking to me. My conscience? A ghost? I had no idea. The conversations were harmless enough, with the voice simply giving out tips on how I could improve my situation. In fact, my name appeared on the radar of wanted lists yesterday after I beat up a police officer. For what, I simply can’t remember.
The memory glitches have been getting more frequent, and I’m...scared. Yeah, that’s the word. I don’t feel like myself.
May ??, 9211 4:02PM
I’m really forgetting what day it is. I think it’s still May since the school year isn’t out yet. The voices in my head are just so annoying. Why won’t they ever just shut up? Ugh, not to mention the muscle spasms. Nor can I just, well I can’t talk to people at all. My mind automatically starts analyzing weaknesses, any fault. I can’t even hold a decent conversation anymore. I’m so sorry Declan.
Maybe it’s not my fault. Yeah, people have been treating me different ever since the incident with Tessa. It’s her fault. If I never had met her, then I would be alright. Maybe, just maybe, everything would return back to normal if she disappeared. Doesn’t matter how.
No, this is wrong. All wrong! This isn’t me, I’m not like this!
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February 14, 9219 2:30PM
Whatever I say here is for your eyes only Fwei. It took so long to find this notebook, and you deserve to know what’s been happening. Oh and hi, it’s Declan here. And dude, you need to leave clearer hints on how to find this damn book.
First, forgive me for looking through your journal. Curiosity killed the cat I suppose? You do seem to talk about me a lot though and that...well it’s heartwarming. I miss the old you.
Second, I just wanted to say that for everything that has been happening these last 8 years were not done by you. I can tell. Bodily possession? Is that a thing? I’m not sure. But let me explain from the beginning.
At first I didn’t understand exactly why you started showing up to less and less classes. It was so unlike you, always on time, organized with his life in order. And I hate myself for not attempting to solve why. Nor did I ask why you started to drift away from me. You began hanging with the well, this is ironic to say in a school built on mischief, but you hung with the wrong crowd. Slipping out of school, causing damage to the school, and while the school promoted rebellious behavior, I doubt they were okay with poisoning the ventilation system with marijuana.
Three months later, you just...stopped. Stopped showing up anywhere, stopped answering my calls, stopped doing anything. It was terrifying man, to see someone so dear to me slip away.
When I went to visit you, all the lights were out, shutters drawn, your apartment thrashed. And in the center of it, you hunched, muttering over some contraption. I will admit that it was a beautiful build, but I couldn’t recognize it as a perfect mix of destruction in the form of a missile launcher that could fold down to a bionic arm. Pretty dumb of me, huh? All the hydraulics should’ve tipped me off. It was ingenious though.
I remember trying to shake you as if you were asleep, even though your eyes were open. But it was clear while physically you were there, mentally you weren’t. Muttering about “leaving your mark” and “changing the unfortunate fate” was kinda...well it was creepy. I thought you were possessed. Note: Do not slap a possessed person. I still have a scar from where you stabbed me in the leg.
Then the bombing. I still don’t know how you managed to do it, but somehow Fwei, you managed to disable every security measure within the Academy. Every single one. Even the ones only known to high up officials. It blows my mind just how bright you are. The school didn’t stand a chance. That’s what I never did understand. Why attack the school? They would’ve been cheering you on otherwise. This is what we were trained for, each student groomed into potentially having the ability to gain total domination. By attacking the school you labeled yourself enemy to well...the enemy.
Next, by using a genetically engineered sporelike pathogen that spread through the air you managed to infect a good portion of the city. Infecting and destroying respiratory systems and that. So many died.
I’m going to guess you developed an antibody to fight it as well, otherwise I would be stumped on why it didn’t affect you. Anyways, you easily gained loyalty from civilians by dangling that antibody in front of them, and removing people with the knowledge to replicate the medicine.
By this time Live Academy had decided to team up with Oreh Academy, something I doubt would’ve ever been done under other circumstances. Higher ups realized that you were going to destroy this world, not dominate it. At that point, I believed them. They devised a plan to kill you, as they couldn’t risk taking you in alive. And...well Tessa knew that we were close and I got pulled in for questioning. Eventually they decided I would be good bait. There must be some piece of humanity in you, they reasoned.
Note: Never assume the mindset of your opposition. It broke my heart when you returned the fake threats the Institutes sent out with a simple, “I don’t care what happens to him.” But, in the video you looked so wrong. I remembered the way you hid your right eye, as if you were terrified of what people would think if they saw it. But there it was, a star etched into your iris, clear for everyone to see. A child of ill omen. I finally understood why you were so hesitant to form bonds with well, anyone. And your face, it was twisted. A sneer replaced tentative smile, and the way your dimple appeared every time you smiled was warped, the innocent feel gone. You were groomed, as if your physical appearance mattered to you, almost obsessively. Not a smidge of dirt. And the way you talked...I couldn’t recognize my friend in it. It was grating, harsh, and was a void of emptiness.
But yeah, the Academies attempted assassinations, full blown attacks, and even attempting appeasement. Nothing. I still to this day don’t understand why you weren’t satisfied with having us under your thumb. This is where we all are now, for over seven years.
December 25, 9226 3:58AM
…
I suppose you won’t be reading this now, will you? Not after I…
I hate myself. But it couldn’t be anyone else, no, it shouldn’t have been anyone else to take your life. I’m so, so sorry. I wish there was another way.
Feel free to curse me in the afterlife, for a deserve every possible horrible thing to happen to me.
You know Fwei, I’ve gotten very good at silent assassinations. You would’ve laughed at that, me, the hulking giant silently slitting throats. Anyways, you had managed to dismantle Live and Oreh, and subdued a good portion of the world. Who would’ve thought? The small and frail little Fwei, ruler supreme. Would your parents have been proud?
Pockets of resistance laid scattered, and I’m ashamed to say I was a member of one. My plan was to get you alone and subdue you, as I individually reached the conclusion that you’ve been possessed. I’m in the ballpark, aren’t I? Maybe a split personality?
No one understood the level of paranoia you began to develop, even deciding to move to a new location before you went to sleep. There didn’t appeared to be any pattern. But I saw it. Every third city you visited had something to do with a rabbit. I think what gave it away was when we uncovered you frequently visited Rabbit Island in Japan.
On another note, how in the world did you manage to slowly replace pieces of yourself with machinery? In this time and age, it seems almost...well it’s impossible. I can’t imagine the pain you must’ve gone through. That made killing you a bit hard for the resistance, as bullets bounced off your chest, arms, and legs. Not to mention the weird bulletproof helmet you wore. I suppose there were pockets of skin on your body, but they were concealed enough that it was rare we hit them.
I snuck out you know, to see you. Managed to fly to Rabbit Island without arousing suspicion. I really can’t tell you what compelled me to go, alone mind you, to go and just see you in the flesh. But I had to. Upon arriving you acted well, you at least seemed to recognize me. Thirteen years does change a person you know.
Talking was futile as you didn’t trust a single soul anymore. But...you slowly opened to me. It appeared as you were fighting an internal battle always, torn between your two sides. You would decide on something, ie kill me, but take a moment and rethink your decision, quietly mumbling to yourself. That sold me on the idea that someone else was impersonating you, and that the real you was in there somewhere.
I think I triggered something within you as we sat at the entrance of your base, recounting our happier days. Time really did fly by.
But I should’ve been smarter about it. Stupid tracking device on my phone led the resistance right to your door. Your eyes narrowed and you spat at me, calling me a traitor. I attempted to explain myself but man, you really gotta listen before you whip out a semi auto pistol on me. Talking and ducking for cover is a bit hard to accomplish.
The force arrived within moments, and I suppose they were tracking me for a good portion of the time in order to catch up. I saw you fight and attempt to flee. So many people died to your bullets. But ammo doesn’t last forever and there were more bodies than bullets.It was clear you’d be taken hostage.
Even if you were a cyborg, your neck was clearly human. You can’t really replace skin with nerves there. And with your back turned to me, it was simply a matter of snatching a fallen handgun and aiming.
I will always hate myself for my next line of thinking. Shooting you was wrong, but I knew exactly how the resistance treated its captives. And you were the top enemy. I should have...I should have believed you had a backup plan. It wasn’t like you to be this paranoid then forget an escape route. Shrewd little Loki was your role model after all. And this will haunt me for the rest of my life.
Sometimes I wonder if you were ever meant to be a villain. In my heart, I really don’t believe so. Fwei Kravitz, you were too kind for this world. Too pure. You belonged with the heroes. And I just...I just wanted to see you content with life. But then again, I can’t name a single hero that was happy.
Thank you for reading and I hope you enjoyed! <3
Not sure if I like it tbh, expect some edits and revisions. Also note, it switches POV's midway (point of view) so when you see a horizontal line after this one, that's when it does.
Word count: 4401
Enjoy!~
August 22, 9210 7:52AM
I’ve always wondered about fate. I’m not special in any way shape or form. Pretty ordinary. Yeah me. I suppose the only thing that would make me stand out are my parents, as for the last ten years they’ve been a menace to humanity. Perfect role models, no? I’ve always admired them, along with my personal hero, Loki. Anyways, this is getting off track. I bought this journal simply to vent my thoughts, not gush about my parents. Although a few years down the road this will probably seem cheesy.
Today is my first day of highschool! I got enrolled to Live High, school for aspiring villains. All hush hush though. If the government found out about this, it would be shut down. From the orientation, it’s incredible. The buildings are more midevalesque, with a Gothic feel to the light and graceful ways the arches flowed. Really sets the mood.
Hopefully my appearance was up to standards. In middle school I was bullied since I covered my right eye with my long lengthy bangs. A blood red eye would be a cause for alarm no matter who it was. A red eyes were considered ill omen, and any child with them were cursed to a lifetime of misery and misfortune for others.I’m half so I had no idea what that means. Half cursed? Luckily my other is a lovely brown, dark cocoa iris, so I appeared normalish. Was I giving off an emo vibe? Raven streaked hair, slouched demeanor even though I stood like...6 feet tall, was it 5’11? Freckles, lanky, and equipped with the nicest outfit I could find, which sadly only included a rumpled up T-shirt and loose slacks. Is this enough? Would I fit in with the other guys? I tried combing my hair but it’s really so stubborn. Agh, I don’t have time for this!
August 22, 9210 3:50PM
Okaaay...things did NOT go well. Within the first hour I managed to knock over a desk please don’t ask future me and trip over literally nothing numerous times. A klutz, that’s what I am. My homeroom teacher was cool wonderful, as he was helpful and understanding. The technical planning class was taught by a she-devil very hateful person, I swear. Yelling, criticism, and her overall demeanor made me want to shrink down and hide.
Another sad terrifying note, I managed to figure out who to avoid. Alphas of the school were bad, it was obvious who would be more than happy to give me a Wet Willie. Internally shuddering at that one. One of them is in my homeroom class though! Help! I never did do well with confrontation and I doubt I will now. We got paired up as table partners. Can I just say it’s terrifying unsettling? I was too nervous to introduce myself. As Loki would say, “an ant has no quarrel with a boot.” Yeah this is gonna be awkward. Should I ask for a seat change?
August 26, 9210 4:15PM
One week down, too many more to go! I managed to introduce myself to my lab partner and in exchange for my name of Fwei Kravitz he mumbled that his name was Declan. I’m starting to think he’s less of a menacing terror and more of a silent powerhouse. Broad form, towering, fiery wine crimson hair that reached his lower back and the most intense crystal emerald irises I’ve ever faced. Thank goodness I don’t have to share a dorm with him, or anyone. But still, help!
September 29, 9210 7:05PM
I suppose I should take back what I’ve been saying about Declan. He’s actually really smart and interesting. And uh, the only person who I’ve really talked to. Sadly...ANYWAYS, it seems like he enjoys watching anime which was a shocker, as we launched into a good hour discussion on multiple titles including Soul Eater and Fullmetal Alchemist. He also loves to read! Shocker.
The reason he opened up to me was on accident really. We were tasked to work on building a scale model of the empire state building out of cardboard and design a rig to blow it up without harming anything in the area. Courageously Timidly, I asked him if he’d like to work on it outside of class so it could be completed faster. To my disbelief, he offered his place as the workshop.
Upon arriving there I had to agree it was a smart move. A luxury condo? He could afford a workshop in the basement spooky that we could safely test small scale. I had managed to accidentally stumble upon a secret stash of anime merch he had hidden away, and from then we hit off once he learned I watched it too. You really can’t judge a person by their cover, can you?
November 9, 9210 3:02PM
...Takedown class is terrible. I wouldn’t say that I’m queasy around blood, but I can barely stomach dissections. Especially on anything remotely fuzzy. I CAN'T BELIEVE WE HAD TO DISSECT A BUNNY. They’re literally my favorite animals ever...I want to cry. They’re so sweet, innocent and their little noses! Animal cruelty anyone?
Over the months I’ve been getting closer with my homeroom teacher and I decided to vent my disgust over the whole dissection to him. He gave me some constructive criticism and while it annoyed me a little, I guess it was caring on his part. In essence he stated that I was too soft and that to be a proper villain I had to be more cold and willing to do things that were decisive and sharp. That’s how evil built its image after all.
Going to try to implement this into my life, but I really do draw the line at the bunnies.
December 24, 9210 12:54PM
Okay okay freaking out! I’ve just been asked on um...a dATE? AH! It’s tomorrow on Christmas!
So there’s this really really pretty girl in homeroom, yeah? And I’ve started talking to her along with Declan and she’s really really cool. Her name is Tessa and really, she’s so sweet. Did I mention she’s amazing? Like really. Super smart and pretty, with such a beautiful shade of tan, strawberry shoulder length hair, petite, and with such a cute little dimple every time she laughs.
…
Am I in love?
December 25, 9210 11:43PM
Things went...well it happened. Hopefully she doesn’t avoid me on Monday since I made a complete fool of myself. I wish I was smoothly clever like Loki.
I took her out to the movies, since well there would be less social interaction. Along the way one of her girlfriends spotted her and joined our little date, unwilling to leave even though I dropped numerous hints that I would’ve liked her to. I tripped twice and bumped into multiple people. Not to mention I lost my wallet we spent a good twenty minutes scouring the theatre only to find that I had misplaced it in the bathrooms. Yeah it was a disaster.
I expressed my distress to Declan, but he simply seemed grumpy about me simply going on the date. I wonder why?
March 12, 9211 5:24PM
Today I was called into the principal’s office without prior notice. It completely baffled me, as I believed my grades were decent and I wasn’t causing any trouble.
According to Principal Williams, that was the problem. I was simply...too mellow. Too honest. Too normal. No one even knew of my name. Most of the other two hundred something students had already been marked on the radar as potential threats to society, a high mark here in school. That was the first step to notoriety, and soon careful planning in order to reach world domination. Cheesy.But not me. In fact, I was scolded for helping out. Marked as a good citizen even. Ugh, it was terrible. Probation was my punishment. This wouldn’t do. I had to live up to my parents expectations! I had tried being less soft, but it honestly hasn’t been working. At this point I honestly don’t know. “All humans crave subjugation,” as Loki would put it. Am I different? Why do I not crave the same?
Principal Williams then decided to give me an opportunity to prove my worth. Next week I’ll have the opportunity to join a small raid aiming to hijack a Garda car, one of those fancy armoured vehicles that transfer cash from location to location. I mean, what have I got to lose at this point?
March 19, 9211 5:02AM
Today’s the day I get my name recognized, hopefully. The plan is simple actually. Simulate a car crash with myself as a decoy to halt the armoured car and block the road, then while the attention is in my direction, two other members of our operation (including Tessa, I’m worried about her) would attach specially designed sticky bombs which would be detonated after a seven second delay. Oliver, our sniper, would take out any guard who survived the explosion. Simple, but effective in my opinion.
March 21, 9211 7:24PM
I watched anxiously on the news for two days and for word around campus. Yes it was talked about, but I was surprised my name never really came up? I wonder why? I was an integral part of the plan, and not that I demanded the spotlight, but a little credit would’ve been nice. People mostly spoke of Tessa and Oliver’s role and how essential they were, which I had to agree with. But no one ever clapped me on the back and exclaimed, “Good job Fwei!” Well, save for Declan. He gave me a mighty cheer and even treated me to takoyaki.
Speaking of Tessa, I haven’t heard much from her lately. Since our first date I’ve been getting mixed messages, sometimes she would come over to study, other times would ignore me altogether. Ahh I don’t know anymore. Girls are confusing.
Principal Williams did put me off probation, as I played my part perfectly, according to him. So small yay there.
March 22, 9211 2:45PM
Confusion. Disappointment. Heartbreak.Those are the only words for this.
Today, while looking for Tessa I overheard two voices speaking in an empty classroom. One was clearly the person who I was searching for, and the other I managed to pinpoint as Oliver. I crouched from behind the door, listening. In my gut I knew I shouldn’t walk in.
“-and he’s super clingy. Ugh. I hate guys like him” Tessa’s muffled voice came through the door.
A moment of silence. “Then why do you hang around him?” Oliver now.
“Because, he’s so simple! A few lingering glances, a few hints, and he’s head over heels for me. It’s so easy! And plus, how do you think I’ve been getting good scores lately? Fwei has been so eager to help me in my studies. I doubt he ever realized that I sabotaged the report on the raid to leave him out of it. I’m surprised he hasn’t come running in tears to me yet.” I could hear the sarcasm dripping from her words. She was disgusted by me. My heart felt like it was shattering, the jagged shards ripping through my body.
They paused in their conversation and I froze, tension ringing through my body. But of course to my luck, an impeccable timing of a sneeze sounded and I heard the door opening, the commotion. Tessa’s face appeared in my vision. “Fwei? How long have you been standing there?” Her hair was rumpled, shirt askew. It was obvious what she had been doing. The player. That sympathetic expression, attempting to mask the ugly words she spat. Oh, I wouldn’t be fooled twice.
“Long enough.” I punctuated my words carefully, emphasizing the phrase.
Her expression darkened for a fraction of a second. Then it was a facade of tears and she stepped toward me, her lip quivering. “It’s what Oliver made me believe! I was forced to do it!”
I scoffed and turned away, but she grabbed my arm, yanking me back towards her. “Wait!” She yelled.
Tessa had some serious strength. I stumbled, hair flying and landed on my face and knocking my head hard. A surge of sudden calm overcame my mind, and I straightened, raising my head. With a careless swish, I tossed the bangs concealing my right eye and grinned. The crimson iris stared back at her, intense and taunting. On the iris was inscribed with a simple star. ‘Wait for what? Would you really spend your time with a child of ill omen?”
She shrieked and skittered backwards. Oliver emerged from the room and his expression changed from concern to pure fear as he took in the situation. “Shall I curse you too?” I murmured.
They turned and fled.
March 29, 9211 12:02PM
I’m numb.
Within a week, word had gotten out that I was cursed. Not that it mattered to me anymore. Instead, I was fighting an internal battle within myself. Soon after they had fled, that deathly calm had disappeared and I curled up, silently hyperventilating to myself. Why? What possessed me to reveal my darkest secret? And to the one who had just hurt me so? This was all so confusing. It didn’t feel like me in that moment. But somehow it was.
I was right. A child of ill omen, destined to bring ruin and misfortune. I just...I want to be happy. Is that too much to ask?
I should talk to Declan about this. Or should I? He was my best friend, but then again I had initially thought Tessa was simply a sweet innocent girl. Could he be deceiving me also? Agh, I don’t know what to believe anymore.
April 4, 9211 3:35AM
What is wrong with me? Why am I not in shock, even now? My chest isn’t even tight, nor do I feel the lingering panic of heartbreak. No freezing when I see Tessa that lil...ugh in the hall, No hesitation in my voice. According to Declan, my demeanor had slowly changed as well. I had started to slouch less, and my voice rang clearer.
And then there’s the issue of the memory glitches. One moment I’ll have tripped on my face, the next I’m sitting at my desk at home. It’s very concerning problematic. What was I doing in that time period? Why was this happening to me? Luckily it’s only happened twice so far, but it leaves some serious room for concern.
May 17, 9211 9:09AM
Ah. Today is the third day that I’ve started to hear voices. Throughout the day, my right eye would slowly start to throb, and I’ll sit in silent agony until it passes. That was my silent notification that it would begin talking to me. My conscience? A ghost? I had no idea. The conversations were harmless enough, with the voice simply giving out tips on how I could improve my situation. In fact, my name appeared on the radar of wanted lists yesterday after I beat up a police officer. For what, I simply can’t remember.
The memory glitches have been getting more frequent, and I’m...scared. Yeah, that’s the word. I don’t feel like myself.
May ??, 9211 4:02PM
I’m really forgetting what day it is. I think it’s still May since the school year isn’t out yet. The voices in my head are just so annoying. Why won’t they ever just shut up? Ugh, not to mention the muscle spasms. Nor can I just, well I can’t talk to people at all. My mind automatically starts analyzing weaknesses, any fault. I can’t even hold a decent conversation anymore. I’m so sorry Declan.
Maybe it’s not my fault. Yeah, people have been treating me different ever since the incident with Tessa. It’s her fault. If I never had met her, then I would be alright. Maybe, just maybe, everything would return back to normal if she disappeared. Doesn’t matter how.
No, this is wrong. All wrong! This isn’t me, I’m not like this!
?? ??, 9211
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February 14, 9219 2:30PM
Whatever I say here is for your eyes only Fwei. It took so long to find this notebook, and you deserve to know what’s been happening. Oh and hi, it’s Declan here. And dude, you need to leave clearer hints on how to find this damn book.
First, forgive me for looking through your journal. Curiosity killed the cat I suppose? You do seem to talk about me a lot though and that...well it’s heartwarming. I miss the old you.
Second, I just wanted to say that for everything that has been happening these last 8 years were not done by you. I can tell. Bodily possession? Is that a thing? I’m not sure. But let me explain from the beginning.
At first I didn’t understand exactly why you started showing up to less and less classes. It was so unlike you, always on time, organized with his life in order. And I hate myself for not attempting to solve why. Nor did I ask why you started to drift away from me. You began hanging with the well, this is ironic to say in a school built on mischief, but you hung with the wrong crowd. Slipping out of school, causing damage to the school, and while the school promoted rebellious behavior, I doubt they were okay with poisoning the ventilation system with marijuana.
Three months later, you just...stopped. Stopped showing up anywhere, stopped answering my calls, stopped doing anything. It was terrifying man, to see someone so dear to me slip away.
When I went to visit you, all the lights were out, shutters drawn, your apartment thrashed. And in the center of it, you hunched, muttering over some contraption. I will admit that it was a beautiful build, but I couldn’t recognize it as a perfect mix of destruction in the form of a missile launcher that could fold down to a bionic arm. Pretty dumb of me, huh? All the hydraulics should’ve tipped me off. It was ingenious though.
I remember trying to shake you as if you were asleep, even though your eyes were open. But it was clear while physically you were there, mentally you weren’t. Muttering about “leaving your mark” and “changing the unfortunate fate” was kinda...well it was creepy. I thought you were possessed. Note: Do not slap a possessed person. I still have a scar from where you stabbed me in the leg.
Then the bombing. I still don’t know how you managed to do it, but somehow Fwei, you managed to disable every security measure within the Academy. Every single one. Even the ones only known to high up officials. It blows my mind just how bright you are. The school didn’t stand a chance. That’s what I never did understand. Why attack the school? They would’ve been cheering you on otherwise. This is what we were trained for, each student groomed into potentially having the ability to gain total domination. By attacking the school you labeled yourself enemy to well...the enemy.
Next, by using a genetically engineered sporelike pathogen that spread through the air you managed to infect a good portion of the city. Infecting and destroying respiratory systems and that. So many died.
I’m going to guess you developed an antibody to fight it as well, otherwise I would be stumped on why it didn’t affect you. Anyways, you easily gained loyalty from civilians by dangling that antibody in front of them, and removing people with the knowledge to replicate the medicine.
By this time Live Academy had decided to team up with Oreh Academy, something I doubt would’ve ever been done under other circumstances. Higher ups realized that you were going to destroy this world, not dominate it. At that point, I believed them. They devised a plan to kill you, as they couldn’t risk taking you in alive. And...well Tessa knew that we were close and I got pulled in for questioning. Eventually they decided I would be good bait. There must be some piece of humanity in you, they reasoned.
Note: Never assume the mindset of your opposition. It broke my heart when you returned the fake threats the Institutes sent out with a simple, “I don’t care what happens to him.” But, in the video you looked so wrong. I remembered the way you hid your right eye, as if you were terrified of what people would think if they saw it. But there it was, a star etched into your iris, clear for everyone to see. A child of ill omen. I finally understood why you were so hesitant to form bonds with well, anyone. And your face, it was twisted. A sneer replaced tentative smile, and the way your dimple appeared every time you smiled was warped, the innocent feel gone. You were groomed, as if your physical appearance mattered to you, almost obsessively. Not a smidge of dirt. And the way you talked...I couldn’t recognize my friend in it. It was grating, harsh, and was a void of emptiness.
But yeah, the Academies attempted assassinations, full blown attacks, and even attempting appeasement. Nothing. I still to this day don’t understand why you weren’t satisfied with having us under your thumb. This is where we all are now, for over seven years.
December 25, 9226 3:58AM
…
I suppose you won’t be reading this now, will you? Not after I…
I hate myself. But it couldn’t be anyone else, no, it shouldn’t have been anyone else to take your life. I’m so, so sorry. I wish there was another way.
Feel free to curse me in the afterlife, for a deserve every possible horrible thing to happen to me.
You know Fwei, I’ve gotten very good at silent assassinations. You would’ve laughed at that, me, the hulking giant silently slitting throats. Anyways, you had managed to dismantle Live and Oreh, and subdued a good portion of the world. Who would’ve thought? The small and frail little Fwei, ruler supreme. Would your parents have been proud?
Pockets of resistance laid scattered, and I’m ashamed to say I was a member of one. My plan was to get you alone and subdue you, as I individually reached the conclusion that you’ve been possessed. I’m in the ballpark, aren’t I? Maybe a split personality?
No one understood the level of paranoia you began to develop, even deciding to move to a new location before you went to sleep. There didn’t appeared to be any pattern. But I saw it. Every third city you visited had something to do with a rabbit. I think what gave it away was when we uncovered you frequently visited Rabbit Island in Japan.
On another note, how in the world did you manage to slowly replace pieces of yourself with machinery? In this time and age, it seems almost...well it’s impossible. I can’t imagine the pain you must’ve gone through. That made killing you a bit hard for the resistance, as bullets bounced off your chest, arms, and legs. Not to mention the weird bulletproof helmet you wore. I suppose there were pockets of skin on your body, but they were concealed enough that it was rare we hit them.
I snuck out you know, to see you. Managed to fly to Rabbit Island without arousing suspicion. I really can’t tell you what compelled me to go, alone mind you, to go and just see you in the flesh. But I had to. Upon arriving you acted well, you at least seemed to recognize me. Thirteen years does change a person you know.
Talking was futile as you didn’t trust a single soul anymore. But...you slowly opened to me. It appeared as you were fighting an internal battle always, torn between your two sides. You would decide on something, ie kill me, but take a moment and rethink your decision, quietly mumbling to yourself. That sold me on the idea that someone else was impersonating you, and that the real you was in there somewhere.
I think I triggered something within you as we sat at the entrance of your base, recounting our happier days. Time really did fly by.
But I should’ve been smarter about it. Stupid tracking device on my phone led the resistance right to your door. Your eyes narrowed and you spat at me, calling me a traitor. I attempted to explain myself but man, you really gotta listen before you whip out a semi auto pistol on me. Talking and ducking for cover is a bit hard to accomplish.
The force arrived within moments, and I suppose they were tracking me for a good portion of the time in order to catch up. I saw you fight and attempt to flee. So many people died to your bullets. But ammo doesn’t last forever and there were more bodies than bullets.It was clear you’d be taken hostage.
Even if you were a cyborg, your neck was clearly human. You can’t really replace skin with nerves there. And with your back turned to me, it was simply a matter of snatching a fallen handgun and aiming.
I will always hate myself for my next line of thinking. Shooting you was wrong, but I knew exactly how the resistance treated its captives. And you were the top enemy. I should have...I should have believed you had a backup plan. It wasn’t like you to be this paranoid then forget an escape route. Shrewd little Loki was your role model after all. And this will haunt me for the rest of my life.
Sometimes I wonder if you were ever meant to be a villain. In my heart, I really don’t believe so. Fwei Kravitz, you were too kind for this world. Too pure. You belonged with the heroes. And I just...I just wanted to see you content with life. But then again, I can’t name a single hero that was happy.
Thank you for reading and I hope you enjoyed! <3
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This has probably been one of the most feelsworthy stories I've read on here in a while. I even loved how you set up the blog as a diary and had one of the villain's friends write in the book at the end. Well done, Cael. Well done indeed! :'3