Prologue
"Hey..."
"Wake up..."
"It's time to play..."
White. Everywhere he looked, he saw white. He couldn't move, he couldn't speak. His body was no longer in his control. The whiteness that surrounded him started moving, shifting and transforming, taking shape. Large walls began forming, ornate designs slowly etched themselves into the stone. Chairs and furniture took shape, filling the room with exotic pieces. A large chandelier hung from the ceiling. Small, white crystals dangled from the golden frame, sparkling like small bright stars as the light hit them.
A mirror hung on the wall in front of him. Slowly, he walked towards it. His footsteps echoed throughout the room with every step that he took. He reached out to touch it, his hand shaking. As his fingers touched the smooth glass, the image in the mirror changed and the glass rippled. He tried to pull away, but found himself being sucked in. As he entered the mirror, he could feel his body being distorted. He was being stretched and squeezed like he was nothing more than taffy. Finally, his body returned to normal, and he looked around. He was now on a balcony, overlooking a large field of crimson flowers.
"It's pretty, isn't it?" He jumped and turned to see a young girl standing in front of him. She wore a sleeveless white dress that went down to her knees and a white ribbon around her neck. Her hair was black and shoulder-length with a white camellia resting in it. The girl opened her eyes, revealing brilliant red pupils. She smiled and walked towards him, taking his hand. She then yanked him closer to her.
"It's time to play," she whispered in his ear. Still holding his hand, she stepped onto the railing and jumped off the balcony, pulling him with her. As they fell into the field of flowers, he could see a large red moon illuminating the dark night sky with an eerie light. Soon, they were both engulfed by the crimson red petals. They clung to his body, encasing him in a sticky red liquid. He tried to wipe it off, but more just kept clinging to him. The liquid entered his mouth and nose, causing him to sputter and choke. It tasted sweet, but bitter at the same time. Helpless, he struggled, trying to escape the deadly petals as the liquid filled his lungs. Then he went limp, drowning in the sticky sweetness of those red flowers.
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"My, my," said the girl, watching as the boy's body floated back up to the surface face down, "He died awfully fast." She walked closer to him, her footsteps rippling across the field in small waves. "It can't be helped," she sighed, kneeling down next to him. "Target 43," A large red X appeared on his back. "Terminated."
