My brows frow in utter confusion… my own aura betraying me….
"Let's get to the point…" Joon-ho builds a dam blocking my thought stream "you had 'their' scent lingering on you…" he adds with a smirk "and 'they' don't communicate unless necessary…" he lets out a breath of amusement…
"Just shut it…!" I shout getting all defensive… if what he said is truth then the white void already existed… but I never wrote about it…
Joon-ho senses my panic his smile widening slowly… he walks around me in slow steps….
The hold on my pipe tightens quickly…. me ready to strike even though he is way stronger than me… I stay silent trying to milk as much information from him…
"Those folk don't joke around, they took away many toys…" Joon-ho mutters under his breath with a tone of full fury
"Oh so you talking about them as if they are a cult or something…" I spit at the floor beside Joon-ho's feet…
Joon-ho stops his predatory pacing abruptly "so you do know 'them'…." A harsh growl comes out of his vocal cords…
Suddenly Philip intruded our little chit chat waving his arms in distress
"The smell of ash is suffocating the people we need to evacuate..!" His blue eyes were wide and full of concern.. he really is a good kid…
"fine… let's leave…" I smile warmly at Philip he returns it with a grin
"Who cares about those weaklings!" Joon-ho screams angrily "I was having an important conversation…." He punches the wall with all his might making the bricks crumble "let them die…" he adds aggressively
"That's no way to speak…" I groan in full annoyance as I step away from him and help the survivors evacuate….
I could feel his frustration and fury from a far as he glared at me and Philip….
As soon as we reached the surface… a devastating reality hits me… this all felt like a dream to me a video game yet this is far too real to be an illusion
The crumbled buildings…. the smoke and ash floating in the air…. The crimson stained sky…. The unforgettable smell of blood and corpses…
This is real…
It's actually happening my world merged with a literal novel I wrote as a cheesy teenager…
Everyone was frozen by fear as the truck of realisation squashed them…
The world as we know it… is gone…
Replaced by an apocalyptical landscape…
And it's all my fault… even if I won't tell anyone…
Joon-ho finally got out of the underground train station then he tugged me by the back of my office shirt and dragged me into an old wrecked house with no roof….
My breathing quickened as he held my wrist painfully… I looked up at him with a look of pure defiance… then guilt showered over me as I heard a teenage girl sob…
"Oh guilt?" Joon-ho tilts his head curiously while studying my features… "perhaps you believe it's your fault?" He chuckles madly…
"It's not my fault…" I spit out the words difficulty as if contemplating the truth…
"Of course it's not… you are too weak…" the main character of my book shakes his head playfully him still holding my wrist…
"Uhh… I need to get back to Marcy…" I mutter trying to shake him off…
He lets go of me… and I run hurriedly back to Marcy and Philip…
"Why does that Joon-ho keep bothering you?" Marcy growls as she sees me…
"I am not sure…" I lie through my teeth…
Philip helps carry the injured with his magic while Marcy tends to them…. I felt completely useless the only thing I am good at right now is…. knowledge about this situation but even that is proving to be in no use…
I need to somehow learn how to use my class…
Reality has recognised me as a writer yet I have no special abilities with my awakening…
I can't read minds or see the future and of course I don't have fancy magic powers like Philip and basically no physical enchantments….
I am useless….
No let's not think about it… I mutter under my breath as I shake my head in denial…
I stand up and begin patrolling the area… in order to eliminate any dangers…
It's not wise travelling in big groups during such situations but I have no choice….
Joon-ho kept watching me from a far….