Red: Prologue
// fic
Sci-fi; Angst; Psycological | PG
Come in, come in. Gather ‘round, everyone. Let me tell you a story of a “once upon a time” that didn’t have a “happily ever after”; a tragic tale of unrequited lovers who always missed each other by a crosshair, literally; a poetic recount of what happens when you ask for more than a normal life…
Prologue:
Come in, come in. Gather ‘round, everyone. Let me tell you a story of a “once upon a time” that didn’t have a “happily ever after”; a tragic tale of unrequited lovers who always missed each other by a crosshair, literally; a poetic recount of what happens when you ask for more than a normal life…
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SEOUL, 12 YEARS AGO
The woman led her son into the snow-white room. He followed her hesitantly, a moment’s apprehension at every step. His left hand instinctively went to his abdomen, where just a few minutes ago the doctors were stitching the skin back together. The remains of forcibly held-back tears were still visible on his face.
Now he had another microchip in his body. Did that make twenty now? Maybe they removed some. He had been through so many operations that he had lost count.
His eyes-seeing but not really seeing-wandered around the room. The walls were white, white, white, and the floor was white as well. It was as if the room was filled with snow: a snowy prison, where its prisoners were doomed to a never-ending blizzard.
A grand piano sat in the middle of the room. Its ivory keys contrasted drastically with the dark black of the beautiful instrument. It stood there; lifeless and still.
His eyes finally rested on another boy, dressed completely in white, just like the room they were in. His light golden hair only made his pale complexion and prominent, handsome features stand out even more. He appeared to be a little younger than himself.
The older looked up at his mother, who let go of his hand long ago. “Sit down,” she appeared to be saying. “I have a song to play.”
The other got up obediently and walked-no, floated-to the piano. His fluid movements made him appear almost angelic.
He couldn’t take his eyes off of his companion. He followed, in a trance, as his mother led her fingers in a dance over the glazing keys.
One mischievous little woodpecker
Another day, pecking your holes
The older turned to look at the younger, and their eyes met for just a second before the he looked away, nervous.
Ruining the woods, tree wrecker
The angry old forest god turned your poor beak into a poison knife
He hesitantly peeked out from under his bangs. The other boy was still looking at him, his eyes powerful and courageous.
Poor little woodpecker
Your nesting holes are all tainted
In the distance, he could hear his mother singing.
But all he could focus on was the beautiful figure in front of him, who lifted his hand, offering a handshake.
Your food with toxins rife
He didn’t know whether to take it or not. Was it okay…?
But the light haired boy looked so kind, so inviting.
Touch your friends, and they will all die falling at your feet
So he did it.
Oh, sad little woodpecker,
Poisonous tears, shining brightly, as they stream down your cheeks
In the background, his mother started to cry.
A/N: Authors Rin (haru_haru_21) and Saki (rin_no_himitsu) have collaborated in a fic inspired by the manga "Deadman Wonderland".
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Sci-fi; Angst; Psycological | PG
Come in, come in. Gather ‘round, everyone. Let me tell you a story of a “once upon a time” that didn’t have a “happily ever after”; a tragic tale of unrequited lovers who always missed each other by a crosshair, literally; a poetic recount of what happens when you ask for more than a normal life…
Prologue:
Come in, come in. Gather ‘round, everyone. Let me tell you a story of a “once upon a time” that didn’t have a “happily ever after”; a tragic tale of unrequited lovers who always missed each other by a crosshair, literally; a poetic recount of what happens when you ask for more than a normal life…
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SEOUL, 12 YEARS AGO
The woman led her son into the snow-white room. He followed her hesitantly, a moment’s apprehension at every step. His left hand instinctively went to his abdomen, where just a few minutes ago the doctors were stitching the skin back together. The remains of forcibly held-back tears were still visible on his face.
Now he had another microchip in his body. Did that make twenty now? Maybe they removed some. He had been through so many operations that he had lost count.
His eyes-seeing but not really seeing-wandered around the room. The walls were white, white, white, and the floor was white as well. It was as if the room was filled with snow: a snowy prison, where its prisoners were doomed to a never-ending blizzard.
A grand piano sat in the middle of the room. Its ivory keys contrasted drastically with the dark black of the beautiful instrument. It stood there; lifeless and still.
His eyes finally rested on another boy, dressed completely in white, just like the room they were in. His light golden hair only made his pale complexion and prominent, handsome features stand out even more. He appeared to be a little younger than himself.
The older looked up at his mother, who let go of his hand long ago. “Sit down,” she appeared to be saying. “I have a song to play.”
The other got up obediently and walked-no, floated-to the piano. His fluid movements made him appear almost angelic.
He couldn’t take his eyes off of his companion. He followed, in a trance, as his mother led her fingers in a dance over the glazing keys.
One mischievous little woodpecker
Another day, pecking your holes
The older turned to look at the younger, and their eyes met for just a second before the he looked away, nervous.
Ruining the woods, tree wrecker
The angry old forest god turned your poor beak into a poison knife
He hesitantly peeked out from under his bangs. The other boy was still looking at him, his eyes powerful and courageous.
Poor little woodpecker
Your nesting holes are all tainted
In the distance, he could hear his mother singing.
But all he could focus on was the beautiful figure in front of him, who lifted his hand, offering a handshake.
Your food with toxins rife
He didn’t know whether to take it or not. Was it okay…?
But the light haired boy looked so kind, so inviting.
Touch your friends, and they will all die falling at your feet
So he did it.
Oh, sad little woodpecker,
Poisonous tears, shining brightly, as they stream down your cheeks
In the background, his mother started to cry.
A/N: Authors Rin (haru_haru_21) and Saki (rin_no_himitsu) have collaborated in a fic inspired by the manga "Deadman Wonderland".
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