Part1

A tiny droplet falling... a ripple occuring... a wave... and finally, the end of the world...

Rouge was a fine boy. Skilled in the art of fencing he was; a rare skill at this time. Time has dulled the sense of humanity. It took its toll with technology. For with technology, came power, responsibilities, and last of all... the absorbtion of the soul. For what technology gave in power, it sapped in physical strength. What use of us to walk in the streets when we have a TV, or even a computer. With the power of buying everything online, what use is a physical store? With the technology to turn everything on with a flick of a switch, what use are body movements? For all we know, we could all be human vegetables. Sure with technological advances come power. But what use is power if we do not use it? Wars? A sure display of power, but at the cost of lives. And with no wars, there comes no power. With no military, a country is useless. And with no power at all, there is no peace. Peace is a form of divinity, for with peace, souls flourish and multiply. The golden age is nearing.....

Rouge age 19. A fine young man he turned out to be. He had everything a man ever wanted. Good looks accompanied by a charming personality, a mascular body to go with it, and even a fencing skill that some of the girls so adore. But that wasn't all. He was blessed with intelligence and a mindset of determination and integrity. He was not loved. He was worshipped! With smiles that drove girls crazy, he was undoubtedly the most popular guy in the whole university. His friends remain loyal and are at his side the moment he falters. A good world he is in... or is it?

Pain... Blood... Demons or aliens? Friends or Foe? Day or night? Pain or pleasure? Or maybe Pain for pleasure......

The wind blows. Birds flutter. And then, the alarm clock rings. Shaken by the absolute thunder of his alarm clock, Rouge finally gets out of bed. A massive headache comes over him. A hangover? no... impossible. Although Rouge has a high tolerance for alcohol, it wasn't him. He didn't even go out last night. But today... today was his day. His 21st birthday. A celebration he had expected, planned for and told everyone about at uni. He would take off in grandeur. It would be a day to remember. After brushing up and showering, he walked down the stairs for breakfast. Expecting the magic words "HAPPY BIRTHDAY" to be yelled at him, he sat, pretending it was just a normal ordinary day. His mum came in, placed his food on the table, and stole off for work. His father had already left for work and was not here to greet him. Silence.... Looking around to find some sort of surprise lurking, he found none. And then... more silence. Silence is golden, but in this case, he felt silence was against him. It wasn't golden... rather, it was black!

"Mum?"... Silence
"Hey mum, you there?"... Silence

Walking out the house, he sees the world in a whole different perspective. The streets were there but there were no one. It's quiet. Silent. Walking further down the street, he sees more people. People that aren't people. People that look like people, accept they are all in a shade of grey. Not only their skin, but their clothes too. Everything seemed as though there was a black and white filter placed before it. But everything...everything else was at it's original colour. The traffic lights were red yellow green, the brick walls were red, the fruits were flourishing in colour. All except people. Rouge sees a girl. She was young... probably around 14ish. But she was different. She was normal. She had colours. Rouge goes up to her to start a conversation but before he was even near, she bolted. She dashed for the wall and dissapeared into it. Rouge was shocked. All his life, he had never seen this dimension, and now, for the first time, he was confused. Truely confused. No friends here. No one here... No one... worthy of the title of "people" is in this town. No one....