pretty much i've been writing something and i don't know if it should be ether a weird fantasy thriller or something else.
note that this has some weird and unorthodox for me material considering i'm usually happy-go-lucky anyways tell me if i can improve and should i make this into a manga?
anyways here it is.
Lost In Dusk
by Creshendeath
"The vote has been cast were the last words I heard before I went to dusk".Let us go back a bit in time.The setting a field somewhere in nowhere."Me with only a shortsword vs well how do I describe him"."Well I'm facing a guy in a cloak with a mask in the shape of what I can only describe as a mix between a bird face and scream"."After a few strikes he covers me in the cloak and well darkness"."Barely any light if any facing the guy only the cloak changed from black to a blood red,the sword changed from a katana to a broadsword made of brass"."From the corner of my eye I see a silhouette white as snow the only detail ws eyes kind but with a sadness green as grass points me to a pair of binoculars like the kind you see in natural parks to see mountain tops"."Thinking it was ether binoculars or death by broadsword I look into the binocular and end up in a room like a courtroom mixed with a room in a museum"."I see well seven judges is the best word for them"."diffrent colored cloaks each with a gavel diffrent material same model,a small handle no more than an inch and a half holding a huge cylinder covered in some parts 3 dimensional other parts 2 dimensional on it with a mask for the bottom part"."This one must be punished,one of them said a man's voice hard and cold"."No he has done no wrong said another a voice clear and crisp a woman's voice like she was at the very least high up"."For a while the debated then the one with the gavel of flint and gold put down his gavel"."The rest of the judges went quiet and then the voice came in"."the fate of this one can not be seen send him to dell in the mind"."I did not know what that ment then suddenly my limbs were stiff and unable to be moved I looked upon the celing to see that it changed from a dome into a mask like one from a Mari Gras but in one eye is a pupil made of a wheel and several masks one mask of tradegy, one comedy, one in the shape of a bird, one showing a smile but a sad shape on his eyes crying tears of blood, one blank slate, one in a exact replica of the larger mask"."The wheel stopped on the bird mask"."the vote has been cast said the one who used the gavel of flint and gold"."Now here I am in the dark with only a silhoute to keep me company it kept pointing in one way forwards after a bit I followed it's silent suggestion and then the man with the bird mask spoke a voice male but harsh and metallic"."Join the many who had came in your fate would have less suffering that way"the one with the bird mask said.Me being scared witless drew my sword and after the mask went the cloak disappeared revealing that he is made of weapons."How would I describe him well his ribs are sharpened scythe blades around a hilt of a katana the blade makes the backbone his hands are brass knuckles with claws connected to the body by chains,his legs are long staves cut to form legs that bend his feet are daggers around a shield fragment,but what scares me the most is his head a helmet with a visor the bottom part gone revealing teeth made up of sword tips and knifes and a tounge made up of chains and a butterfly knife,eyes glowing a deep red like a sunset over a pool of fresh blood spilled by a large cut made from a sharp blade".the man with the bird mask regarded my surprise with this "you seem scared I told you join the many before you but now I have to force you to your place".the only part of him that looked alive was the skin enveloping him and the heart that I did not notice before pale barely beating pouring oil mixed with blood.my sword felt heavy in my hand I did not know how to fight this enemy was the heart his weakness or is it just a lure to a trap?Then a new voice like my own only richer clearer and kinder "aim for the head not the heart,the heart is not really there" the voice said.Then my sillhouette jumps into my sword changing it to a sword shaped like an eagle's wing the feathers form a jagged edge,the hilt grows and at the butt of the sword an eagle's head golden with a sharp beak.As if I was being guided by the sword I block the weapon being's every move using the flat of the large blade then striking with the smooth cutting edge of the blade but every single strike bounced off of the helmet.Then out of pure desperation I cleave the sword jagged edge cutting the helmet in half.The body falls apart to form separate weapons as hands of the fallen rise from the darkness the helmet turns and with a look of total hatred as he drowns in darkness he says "you may have destroyed me and my verdict but six more await and a guarantee you will not escape with both your sanity and your life" with that last word the helmet drowns in darkness.light funnels in as I end up back in the court.Only now I'm tied by chains on a table looking up the mask is still there but the bird mask is gone from the wheel now the blank slate mask,the tradgedy and comedy masks,the Mardi Gras mask,the bloody tears smile mask were spinning and it landed on the tradgedy mask then well I got knocked out.When I woke up I saw many ill fates on my left was acts of one dealing death with a rusty axe,a pistol,and a spiked shield,to my right I saw people in a frenzy either eating the carcasses of people trampled over by large bull dragon hybrids casing others.As I almost was trampled myself only to be pulled by a dark silhouette of myself.black as midnight and only red eyes are the detail and as I look to my sword it was changed back to a shortsword.The silhouette smacks me in the back of the head and points to the east of where we are.Noting that this hasn't failed before I head to the east.At every few feet I walk something attacks me wether it is a wolf the size of a SUV that has obsidian for fangs or waring fractions battling with me in the cross fire.Somehow and my guess is sheer luck I made it to well him.The guy in front of me was wearing the tradgedy mask wearing a green cloak.His voice was the one that was cold and hard voice."You must be punished" he said."By my hand alone" he extended his hand which looks like a mix between 5 daggers and bird's feet,inside he forms a huge hilt with a hammer with a axe blade on the other side on one end at the other it's a katana.