Cold rain and city lights mixed like water and paint on a half-mundane Friday night.
A boy with short, light blue hair wore a grey hoodie and grey jeans, standing next to a bright stop light.
Music buzzed into his ears as he blankly stared at what was painted before him.
An urban jungle filled with florescent flowers of colors shone in, melting into the grey of the communist, conformist, sadistic, world the boy was born into.
The city of thieves, stealing from those who worked harder, stealing freedom from those who wanted to worship and those who wanted to breathe.
Yet the city's residents knew nothing of it.
How could they?
All those who knew enough or more were far gone...or even dead.
Humanity had declined, and all that the government and its pop culture puppets said was law.
Death and disease was covered in the makeup of social popularity, and in each picture it was Photoshopped out.
Abortion and addiction was sold like the faces of pop stars, movie stars, and other worthless stars that were only meant to burn out and die.
Life was taken away unjustly, and death danced itself around in an intoxicated dance of mocking hatred and foolery.
A grin came across a woman's face.
She stood next to a strong built man in a lab coat.
He had dark crimson hair and wore dark sunglasses to hide his eyes of excitement and relief.
Music of freedom and justice screamed into his ears.
"I think you find him." spoke the woman.
Several figures stood in the darkness, silent.
"I believe it is time yet again to set the clock for a citywide change." she spoke, laughing like a soul who was longing for freedom and justice.
"Its not the rainforest, but sure does it feel close to it." murmured the boy, whose music sounded as sad as his soul.
He knew nothing of what the city's government held away, but he had noticed that something was no quite right.
With a phone camera, he could capture the poverty of a dying man on the street, but moments later, it was as if there was no man, for when the boy searched with his eyes to see the man in his photo, only the city resided, not the man.
It was almost as if the man was no man, but rather, was of a ghost-like existence.
He often saw that all in life was the same, and no one was different, but with a heart like his, caring was the last thing he wished to hold onto.
It reminded him too much of the ones that he once loved with his life.
The ones he swore he would live to protect and die for.
The ones that died for him instead.
"I wish that the clock would rewind...or the world would end." he breather, his lifeless words falling into the puddles of cold rain.
Silhouettes danced across the faces of skyscrapers, as the owners of them rain in the shallow and neverending rain of that day.
"Time will surely come, time will surely stop. It will for you, descendant of Benjamin."
Those words blew into the wind, as the figures ran fast like the rain.
The boy stopped in the middle of an alley way.
He felt as if someone was speaking to him.
Someone...or something.
"Hello...?" he spoke.
Silence sang a duet with the rain.
Everything seemed to be okay.
But was it?
"Hello...?" he spoke again, a chill of uneasiness running down his spine.
Suddenly, he found himself facedown on the cold pavement.
The breath in his lungs seemed to have disappeared with the shock of falling so fast.
"What the...?!" he gasped.
He felt warm and fresh blood hall from his mouth.
The next moment, he felt something standing on him.
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He did not know, for in no time, he found himself closing his eyes to unconsciousness.561Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡYtr0zbtaOS
"I dare you." spoke the woman.
The boy opened his eyes, shocked.
He did not know where he was.
In fact, it seemed as if he did not know anything anymore, for his mind had become so numb in the light that shone on him.
He sat in a metal chair, but he was not tied to it.
He could leave the place he was if he wanted...but would he?
He was there for a reason, and it must be important.
"I dare you." spoke the woman who once stood beside a man, grinning a grin of pleasure.
She stood in front of him, grinning even still.
"Why do you dare me..?" asked the boy, still sitting.561Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡbQnPIvk0gh
"You are no normal boy, Horatio Higashiyama."
"No one is normal, everyone has something unusual about them." spoke the boy.
"Quite true, but you are more than just normal." began the woman, walking closer to him.
"You have the power that the great Benjamin once possessed in his blood."561Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2jlJR1JVjB
"The power of time...?" asked the boy.
"Yes." replied the woman.
"How can I believe you...?"
"Well, that's the dare."
"It is...?"
"Well....I do have a few more dares."
She looked into his eyes with power and dignity, making him feel pitiful and weak.
"I dare you, Higashiyama-kun, to rise up."561Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡDxB08HWzjY
"I dare you to believe that all of your suspicions and all the power of Benjamin is real., and that you're the only one who can help my soldiers and I save this city."561Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡgqTJpkDSvB
"So you want me to start a riot and risk my life for a war...?" he asked.561Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡxx2EaYFKRL
"No, not a riot." she began again. "A rebelution against the one who has created the communistic Hell we exist in."561Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRVDIsEp1Hm
In a city of evil, the music of the children of freedom sings over evil.
"I dare you to live for someone else..." whispered the song.561Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡzeN5Z8ivqd
"...to change time..."561Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡNJBngzZkR2
"...To fight for freedom, even if you die."561Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡqmPiu7ywi7
