All Chapters of Blue Like The Moonlight: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

"What the fuck? Who did that?" "What the hell, dude!" "Are you a noob, you bloody idiot? Attack the other team!" "Shit for brains, drop your fucking weapon." "What do we do? He's not listening!" "we've lost over half our XP, you fag, stop it!" The black haired boy grinned ominously, leaving as fast as it came. Such comments only fuelled him even more; he wanted more bloodshed, more death, more money. More, more, more. It was just too easy, too simple. With a few hours of 'working', killing, and playing, he made money. Hard, cold cash. That being said, he unsheathed his blade, stabbing his 'teammates' to death, watching the blood gush out from their once in-tact stomachs. It oozed, stretching outwards touching his armoured feet, and he just lightly kicked it. A splash here, a slpash there. As if playing in a puddle of rain. Another one tried to attack, and tha

A shrill shriek of a bull echoed from the tree trunks of the dense forest, as Erin's ears perked lightly in interest. Raising his head from the bush he hid in, he heard the bellows of a boy - a rather loud one, at that. So loud, his own prey scurried away in fear. Mentally sighing, Erin got up from his bush, irely hopping towards the source of the sound sagaciously. "Fucking stay still, you mutated excuse for an orgasm!" a boy fought verbally, as the exceptionally large bull tried to charge into his body. "I think you mean, organism," Erin bluntly corrected, as he mentally typed in the chat. Emerging from the tree behind the boy, he activated his mask to hide his face, lean figure lightly stepping towards him. The virtual message swiped into the boy's vision, indicating he's opened and read it. Do I help, or do I kill? Erin considered in his cognisance. "Am I in a spelling class, yo

"What were you doing talkin' to the hacker?" a random player asked, sharpening his sword simultaneously. "It's none of your fucking business," V glared at the seemingly slightly elder player.  "Woah, no need to get defensive," the player murmured, eyes wavering here and there, everywhere apart from his face. "But, he's really good; like, insanely good, you know? I wouldn't go after him, especially since you're solo," he warily suggested. "Piss right off, why don't you? You're a waste of my time," V pierced a hole into the player's now wide eyes, not even bothering to stutter a sentence before he messily jogged away to his teammates. A familiar head of bowl-cut blue hair flicked into the midnight sky, as the AI leaped and soared across the terrain. As she fluttered across the terrain, her flamboyant voice boomed out a speech. "Welcome, players! This is the Parvaneh Battle Royale; a place to sprea

Awakening from his battle, Erin saw his dear brother tightly clutching his hand, asleep on a chair beside him. Chuckling slightly, he wriggled his hand out of the grip, ruffling the younger's hair cheekily. "Wake up, sleepy," Erin fondly cooed. Stirring in his sleep, his eyes began to flutter open, smacking his lips distastefully. He craned his neck upwards, and Erin watched any ounce of drowsiness present in his body completely eradicate. He couldn't help but beam at Gihyun. "Erin! You're back, how was it?" he excitedly inquired, loud and clear. He laughed. "Shh, headache. It went...really, uh, quite good," he noted, then eyeing his brother. "Oh? You got your hair cut," he chuckled, ruffling his brother's hair. "This cut suits you well, Hyunnie," Erin praised, happy to see his brother happy. "Thanks, but, Rin, you all good? You seem a little weird." "Gooder

When you're constantly confined into suffocating whirlpools, and never ending bottomless spirals, floating above those waves and soaring against them feels like a dream so out of reach. A peculiar fantasy. For some, anything is ever so simple to overcome, but many others frantically struggle to breathe, gasping for air, when you're not even drowning. The shrinking pool of ragingly deep oceans, physically non-existent, yet, why do some people feel a lump in their throat? Some call this intense feeling chronic demons, some call it fleeting emotions. What appeared to parade as a silent night was in fact the loudest night of Erin's life, for the more quiet it became, the more his inner thoughts screeched and clawed at his brain. His chest tightened marginally, as his hysterical mind clutched his throat ever so gently. Those superficial spirals seemed inevitable as they only grew tighter and deeper, locking Erin in its terrifyingly firm hold. They strove to suffocate