HEATHER REVERSE

(Asher’s POV) “I wish I were Heather…” Those sad, lonely lyric was the only thing that got registered in my mind, before I stood stiff on the top floor of one of an unknown apartment building, facing my fears. In front of me, just a few steps away, was a person soaked in the heavy rain—her eyes that were shielded with a thick pair of glasses wore a lifeless spark as if giving up life. My fist tightened, the sharp end of my nail clawed my palm while my mind spun for thoughts; for ways, for initiative to save this girl who looked like she could be blown away by the raging storm at any moment. Thunderstorms were never my favorite. If I should be honest they’re my worst nightmare. A thunderstorm also happened the moment I saw my father cross the river to the other side, the night where this young pair of eyes first saw blood, that came from none other than his beloved ones’ body. I shuddered when the thought of my father’s scrambl

(Asher’s POV) In my whole life, I never have thought that I could run so fast. I might even beat the fastest kid in my school if I were to race against them, but that wasn’t the point right now. “Me and Rufus, we just saw someone die…” Upon hearing those words, my heart sank to my stomach and I felt like vomiting. However, I swallowed back any feeling of turmoil and immediately ended the call and rushed outside the house to Chips and Charm. Fear and worry flood my thoughts as I dashed along the empty and drenched street, with me also getting drenched in the rain. While still running, gruesome images of the violet-eyed girl’s bleeding and lifeless body haunted my mind endlessly. I tried to shake it off and increased my speed as I ignored the excruciating pain from my burning lungs. I gasped and groaned for air when I reached the restaurant. To my surprise, I saw Ryan with Rufus and his group in front of Chips n Charm. They look

(Asher’s POV) I sucked my breath when I saw her; she’s all battered, with her bleeding nose that she tried to cover with the bloody red tissue, and her disheveled and dirty cloth, probably getting pushed down onto a dirty surface. She locked eyes with me for a moment—the look in her eyes tells me she’s surprised to see me—but that’s all there is to it. No life, no hope, not even embarrassment is reflected in her eyes when she saw me. After that, she quickly lowered her head and limped past me. I was frozen until she disappeared from my sight, and still frozen until that moment when I’m inside Chips n Charm with my friends. “Wha-?!” I jolted, which in turn, shocked all of them. “Whoa there. what’s wrong, dude?” Rufus narrowed his eyes in concern as he chewed on the french fries. “How can I get here?” I looked at him and Ryan. “What do you mean, how do you get here? It’s obvious that you come here with us.” Rufus replied, before

(Asher’s POV) Blood sprayed to the fleshy walls as I landed the last blow to the monster. Slowly, it fell flat on the ground, without anymore signs of movement. I raised my hand in a victorious pose, before I too fell on my butt from the fatigue. I took a long time to kill that monster because of how unskilled I am. Imagine having to face off against a monster with a skill as if it’s an elite assassin? This victory which I gained was definitely a stroke of luck on my side. I quickly gathered myself up and picked up the ice hockey bat which was smeared with blood. My clothes too was stained with blood, and it was ripped apart too so I took it off and threw it away before deciding to proceed exploring the flesh. Strange, it should end when I killed that  monster. Is there anything more that I miss? Or perhaps.. Did I kill only the lower level monster and now I had to face off against the boss? “Gimme a break…” I ruffled my h

(Elaine’s POV) “Miss Ozark?” Unexpectedly, a gentle voice which sparked melanchoy inside me entered my ears. I darted my eyes to the entrance and saw two unknown people standing there. “Miss Ozark, what do you think you’re doing?” The female who holds that soothing gentle voice trotted to me while her face twisted into a look of concern, the clacking of her high heels filled the silent air. When she was near, I could smell a gentle and sweet scent wafting from her, like a scent of a kind person. Her clear pair of light blue eyes stared into mine as she lead me back to my bed. While I was being seated, I peeked past the kind woman and saw another silhouette pacing behind her. It was a man wearing a dark blue three piece suit—a style similar to the woman except hers was light cream—with his wavy short, cream hair styled neatly, looking like a corporate. He halted briefly at the end of my bed and placed a what looks like a fruit basket on the small table of the