PROJECT_HELLO:BREATHE

CHAPTER ONE: MALEVOLENT

The Earth of which we live is broken. It now associates itself with the realm of life and death. The security of which we use to have, no longer existed. It just happened one day, holes just abruptly showed in places and appeared everywhere; holy beings and evil bodies welcomed themselves. People even sometimes got pulled to either realms if lucky enough to have survived the foreign air. Everyone is ruled by Godly figures of both worlds, also which humans have never seen. The reason to these uneventful happening is anonymous and unbeknownst to the human race. Only a few things the Earth was certain of:

No one was safe

No one was secure

And...

Where ever you went, death would be waiting for you.

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I locked eyes with my domineering tall, white-blonde haired, green eyed father, eyes wide with shock.

"You have to go Kid, this is mandatory. You only have one earth year to stay, and then you can do as you please when you complete it."

I couldn’t speak.

"Just go Kid, I've already have you registered, and your room ready for you."

I think...

"You want to kill me." I said in a soft voice.

My dad sighed.

"Kid, just go. I have to leave for the High Skies for business. I am a very busy man, and I'll not let you become a burden."

Become a burden?

It's rare when I exchange words with him, how am I a burden?

I swallowed the lump in my throat, and grabbed my bag with my technology items in it. He was leaving to go the Heaven city? Without me?

"Your room is cleared out here and I'll be occupying High Skies while you’re at Malevolent."

"Your sending me to a place called Malevolent?" I said with distress.

No way. He wanted me dead. I just know it. I'm going to die if I go.

He lobbed a small chunky box towards me.

"Go." He said. It sounded more like a demanded it.

I walked to the prepared car waiting outside with my bag and yet-to-be-opened box, and sat in the back seat. The driver started to drive the floating vehicle when I buckled up.

Death is waiting for me.

I prayed.

I prayed hard.

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I use to live on Earth...well not really, but now I live in Hell. It's a long story but I'll give you the short version. After my mother had given birth to me, the holes appeared and she unluckily died of from an unfortunate event. My father somehow ended falling through one of the holes, with me in his arms, and had some luck landing safely in a prosperous part of Hell, which brought him opportunities. For what, I'm not sure, but I remember being cared for by all these funny colored, foreign looking maids. I rarely got to see my father, and growing up, some one very clever found a way to transfer themselves to other worlds with ease. My dad worked all the time, and I hear he is a man of high status and notoriety around here. He doesn't tell me anything about his past or mine. I think he might be a demon in disguise.

When I was five, he told me he wished I was never born; that I was a bad omen; I was inauspicious; that I killed Lillian, who was my mother. I cried that day. I cried for the whole week. He called me an insolent kid, and that’s how my name stuck.

Maybe I looked like my mother? I don't know. I'm pretty sure I look nothing like my father save the same color of eyes he has.

It makes me contemplate why he even saved me when he could have just left me for dead.

That thought made me shiver.

I stare out the window at the earth like atmosphere. Hell looked just like earth minus the always dark reddish skies. I made many visits to earth, but bounded by the rules here, I could only stay for a certain time.

People here looked very different as well. You imagine it, they have them. It ranged from the impossibly beautiful, to the utmost hideous. Hell is a cruel place. There's never a day I don't hear about recent killings, slave trading, and illegal business on the visual screens, or television if you’re on earth.

I wish to see the Heavens, but it's impossible for now. I'm not of age and I'm not sure I could breathe its air yet. I just turned eighteen and I need three more years to be allowed to do some air exercising to see if I have enough potential to be exposed to it. Someday I will-

"We are here sire." The driver interrupted, shocking me out from my thoughts.

"Thank you." I whispered. I got out of the vehicle and watched him drive off. I turned to stand in front what looked to be unnecessarily large black buildings. It was like a chain of black Victorian mansions lined up.

I've opened up the box my father handed me earlier and found the following: a note with directions to an office, a beautifully crafted skeleton key, and a Hell credit card, which I believe is loaded, and probably monitored by my father.

I took a deep breath and headed for the office.

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I had no difficulty getting to the office. I found it, and there was a pink blobby thing with what seemed to be more then twenty arms multi-tasking away. "Excuse me," I timidly asked. Even if it was pink, I was scared of it. I saw razor sharp teeth through is jelly like light exterior. "Hm?" It--she started. "Oh! You must be Heart's son! Here." She sure was a friendly cheery one. Scary. One of her arms extended towards me with a piece of paper in her...hand. Which had no fingers. Or thumb.

"T-thank you." I said. I left and stood out in the lonely hall. For such an extravagantly large place, it was surprisingly empty. Still, they didn't name this building Malevolent for nothing, so I kept my guard up. I looked at the paper and found another set of directions directing me to my room with my belongings in it and a schedule. I stared at it, for it took me a while to understand a side note written on the side.

I'm sharing a room.

I am rooming with someone. Or something.

With a demon. A demon.

I haven’t associated myself with anyone in the past eight years save for my father. Demons don't like humans at all and find them revolting, and he's...

I let out an exasperated breath.

I tread to the room sluggishly and pray that said Demon roommate isn’t there. I want to cherish my last moments of my life.

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I took a while but I found the door to death. I took out the skeleton key...which I must say, is really cool looking, and opened the door. The key had a heart in the middle of the end with a lock hole in the middle and wings. The key itself was a blend of silver and gold mixed together. It was kind of girly but I love hearts. I have a tiny ordinary red heart outlined in black tattooed on my left chest.

The place was amazing...It was like a house minus the stairs. The living room was many shades of black and grey with leather furniture and a large visual screen on a visual screen box stand. The glass table was cut into an intricate way that made me wonder about what the other rooms looked like.

I went to explore my new home.

We had a kitchen...whoa.

It was huge...and by the look of the contents in the fridge, I could cook all the things in the recipe book I purchased in the Earth world. The kitchen was extraordinary with its own island and all necessary kitchen utensils and equipment. I think a professional would be delighted to use these. I love the kitchen. I love to cook.

I ventured to the bathroom. I had to pee.

After I finished with my business, I noted the bathroom was huge. Giant tub, shower, ands sinks. Nuff’ said.

The walls were embellished with dark paintings of things I've never seen before of all different frame sizes.

I found a wide tall door, but I couldn't open it. Not even with my key.

I ventured the other way.

I found my room. I had no door which irked me but at least I found it, I saw my giant white stuffed 'bear' I received from earth a long time ago was on the bed. The room was so not me. Well, the style was, but not the color. I loved my bed. It was a flat soft bed, many pillows; different sizes and shapes and with wood holding it and low to the ground. As tall as a normal persons knees goes to maybe? Anyway, the three medium sized drawers were thin and small, like I like them and I had another but with an attached mirror; it was a bigger main drawer. I spotted a good sized book shelf, nightstand, two laundry baskets, and work desk. It was like a Japanese room. I don't know. I like those kinds of people, they're neat, I think. Anyway, I found that one wall was not a wall, but a whole window with a view of a small balcony and an attractive lake. The window had heavy curtains pulled up. I opened one curtain and covered one side of the huge window.

I'm going to have to re-paint this room and liven it up a little. I was more of a white color kind of person and I like to decorate. Even my clothes are white. I looked into the mirror drawer to see if my clothes are in there, and they are. All in order too. Cool, no need to check the others till later then.

Speaking of white, this whole place is set on black and grays. I feel like an odd ball.

I peered up into the mirror at my reflection. My hair was long to my shoulder; shorting further in the back; color of mixed browns. My eyes take on a bright verdant green. I had skin pale as pure snow, slightly shorter then average height, and had a lack of any muscle or fat. I'm like a stick, but not anywhere near sickly skinny.

I like to paint my nails. Today they are pearly light pink.

I sighed. Definite odd ball. This place was wonderful.

I wish to not die.

Malevolent...is a place for learning and erudition for everything. The name does not fit. I’m going to ponder on that for a while. I schooled home all my life, but I lack in one area.

I lack socialization.

I too timid to meet other people...they...it's...I just feel very uncomfortable being around another being. I break down with apprehension and insecurity.

It's only been what? A couple hours since I've left home? I already get anxious by my own thoughts why do I need to be around people?

I looked at the schedule in my hand and read it over again.

I only had one class.

Two hour class: Socialization.

I have that every week day for a year.

Oh dear goodness. I really don't want to go next week. I rather just lock myself in this house-like-room without my roommate.

I rub my eyes. I'm stressing. I need to stop thinking altogether now. I don't deal with stress well. I walk out to the living room and lay on the leather couch. It's big and cold, and mostly comfortable against my long-sleeved shirt and dark skinny jean. I need to nap. I never nap on a bed, they make me sleep.

Napping is good...I'm tired.

As my eyes start to droop, just as I start to loose myself to the world, I caught sight of the entrance door opening.

Maybe I might die in my sleep.

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A/N: Whoa guys. LoL. I wanted to write this, but never had any time to. I wanted to write Project_Hello for so long now. This chapter is particularly slow; it'll pick up the pace soon. there are still a lot of mysteries I'll unlock for you guys. Grammar is in progress, so I hope it was okay. (No beta for now, I don't have one) If you have any questions, advice, or ideas for me, please ask or tell me them (If you see some spelling/grammar errors, tell me that too), or if you'd like; review please. : ) I could always use the encouragement and I hope you all enjoyed it, and I promise to update as soon as possible. Just fair warning, I'm a very lazy person.

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