Ah, Wednesday, how I hate Wednesdays.

Now, don't get me wrong, I don't hate their meaning or what they represent, I hate them for what they are, they are neither the beginning of the week nor the end, it's such a weird middle ground where you don't know whether to feel glad Monday is over or whether to feel glad Friday is coming, honestly who even came up with the 7 day week anyway, an even number as a complete definitive in our constant life? Fucking ridiculous! How many times do you think plans and dates have been ruined because of the week being an even number? It's just illogical.

"Hello? Earth to Johnny boy?"

As I come out of my musing I see Ann looking at me as she moves her hand in an open palm in front of my face, as she realizes I finally came to my senses she continues talking.

"Honestly, one of these days you're gonna walk right into an intersection and you're gonna cause a catastrophe..."

I simply give a quick chuckle and smile.

"Have I told you my thoughts on Wednesdays?"

I hear a heavy sigh escape Ann's lips as she looks at me with a mix of trepidation and extreme boredom.

"Please, not that again; can't you just think about something like a normal person instead of psychoanalyzing everything like some kinda sociopath?"

I make an exaggerated hurt gesture and look at her with fake pain in my face.

"How rude of thee Lady Ann! If anything I'm deserving of the title of a psychopath more than a sociopath!"

She gives a sly smile back, already used to the banter.

"You want that as your campaign slogan? Worry no more chief, consider it done!"

Thinking about the slight possibility of that happening makes my heart tremble a bit so I quickly reply.

"No, wait, don't, I was joking."

She starts laughing as she walks next to me as the laugh slowly dies down it becomes a smirk.

"Honestly though, if you don't hire me after you're done with all of this, I'm gonna be pissed."

Quickly nodding along and putting my hands together I reply.

"Yes my Queen, I wouldn't even dream of having anyone other but you as part of my marketing team my Queen, Please could you now spare me some coo-"

"Finish that sentence and your teeth are gonna be all over the floor Jonathan."

Quickly closing my mouth I look forward not meeting her eyes and make an exaggerated fear reaction of backing 2 steps away from her.

"Yes, ma'am..."

"Good..."

Quickly changing the topic of conversation I reply.

"So, how are your studies going?"

She gives a low chuckle and replies.

"You sound like my dad when he doesn't know what else to talk to me about."

I quickly make myself as smug as possible before replying.

"Your dad must truly be quite the supreme gentleman if he can be compared to someone like I then."

As she opened her mouth to reply a shout was heard.

"HEY STOP HIM!"

We both turned around and saw a man with a backpack running in our direction, as the both of us were too stunned by the sudden scenario we found ourselves in we couldn't react quickly so the man passed running in between the two of us, as I go to look at Ann and see if she was okay I realize that she's not there, instead of being a few meters away from me she's following the tail of the man wearing all black and running away with a backpack, without thinking it twice I start running behind her shouting as well.

"ANN! STOP YOU GOD DAMN CRAZY WOMAN!"

I try to catch her attention but it seems like she's too focused on what she's doing, let me tell you something, have you ever tried running in dress shoes? I have, I'm doing that right at this moment, and it fucking hurts.

I see Ann make a right and going into an alleyway, I quickly follow suit while thinking about how I should have done more cardio and less lifting.

To my surprise what I come across isn't the robber with all his teeth on the floor and knocked out as I expected, but instead I find Ann with a part scared part surprised look on her face as the man in all black points at her with a Glock.

"God damn it, Ann..."

As I realize I said that out loud the man quickly moves and now points his gun at me, I sigh to myself and switch to my public persona as I raise my hands.

"Good sir, I assure you we're not here to do any harm to you, my friend here simply confused you with a friend we haven't seen in a long time so she chased after you thinking you were him."

The man sniffs and clears his nose with the sleeve of his hoodie, eyes dilated, slightly jittery, constant cleaning of his nose, yup, a fucking druggie with an apparent cocaine addiction it seems, god damn it, Ann.

"You think I'm gonna believe that bullshit just because you use some higher than you type of fucking language? This crazy fucking bitch was running around saying she was gonna kill me!"

I look to Ann for a moment trying to conceal all emotion in my face and she looks away, I really should have chosen better people to associate with...

"Look, sir, I will give you all of my belongings as long as you let us go, please, we're simply students hoping for the time to make a better world."

A bit of confusion passes through his eyes as he thinks about what I just said, that confusion quickly changes into anger as he shoves the gun into my forehead.

"You think I'm a fucking idiot? You're not any students, you're one of those rich pieces of shits going to Harvard, as soon as I let you go you'll pull strings and torture me just because I'm not rich like you, that's what you're gonna do, isn't it?! You fucking pieces of shit!"

Fucking hell not only is he a druggie but also a paranoid fuck, God what did I do to make you angry? is it because I haven't been able to go to church lately? I've been busy and you know that...

The comments the man had made seemed to have stirred something in Ann as she became angry, she raised her voice to shout at the man, shouting, at a man with a gun.

"Fuck you! We earned our fucking education through hard work! You think we're-"

"ANN SHUT THE FUCK UP!"

Ann quickly stops talking and jumps a little where she's standing, after that she looks down with a frustrated and sad expression on her face, shit I'll probably have to apologize to her later.

"Sir, please, we both come from very poor families, that's not within our capabilities, we both have people waiting for us at home, won't you please simply let us go?"

I can see it on his fucking eyes, he's not gonna do it, his trigger finger is itching and he's already got a preconceived notion of us.

"I don't fuc-"

As he's busy talking I quickly bend my knees and tackle him to the ground, a shot rings out and I hear Ann scream, as the robber is under me I quickly move and position myself sitting on top of his stomach, he tries to get me off and get his gun that had rolled away when I tackled him but I don't give him the oportunity to do so, without thinking it twice I start pounding his face with a hammer fist and hear his skull bouncing off the cement as the fleshy part of my close fist connects with his face.

I continue hitting with all my strength trying to make sure he for sure won't stand up and shoot us in the back, as I raise my fist again to try and bring it down it's stopped by Ann's hand and her soft-spoken worried voice.

"John, stop, he's already out."

I look back at the man and see I have caved his entire face in as a puddle of blood is slowly flowing out from under his head and from multiple places on his face, he's probably gonna need multiple surgeries done.

"Fuck..."

Those were the only words in my mind as I saw what I did, I stood up from his stomach and laid against the brick wall of the alleyway, this was fucked, I now have a criminal record for sure, this is probably not gonna look good if I even reach candidature...

"Oh God Jonathan!"

Ann quickly goes and tries to open my uniform's shirt.

"Woah! Hey! What are you doing?!"

Before I could keep protesting, she raised my jacket and showed me what she was looking at, a hole, the size of a 9mm bullet.

"Aw shit..."

I opened my shirt caked in blood and realized that the blood didn't belong to the man laid on the ground but me, as I removed my button-up shirt a small hole greets my sight around the area where my liver is supposed to be, my eyes are taken away from thr bullet wounds as I hear insults in the air and as I look towards Ann I realized she seemed to be frustrated and scared according to the micro-expressions on her face which at the moment weren't so micro as she messed around with her old iPhone.

"Fuck! Fuck! I don't have any fucking reception you fucking piece of a mother fucking shit fucking phone!"

I started laughing, the coincidence just too big for it to be not funny, almost like some kin of higher power was trying to fuck me over, I slowly started to feel the sharp pain of the gunshot wound more and more as I deduced I'm probably coming down from my adrenaline high.

"Why the fuck are you laughing you fucking idiot?!"

Ann shouted as she kneeled next to me on the ground, tears streaming down her face as she sobbed and choked on her tears and snot.

I just kept laughing not knowing why this whole situation just seemed hilarious to me.

"SHUT UP! YOU PROMISED ME! YOU PROMISED ME YOU WERE GONNA FIX ALL OF THIS FUCKING BULLSHIT! YOU FUCKING PROMISED ME JONATHAN! YOU DON'T GET TO GO BACK ON YOUR FUCKING WORD!"

I just smiled, even though she was screaming at me and insulting me, I know how much worry and affection those words carry.

"You know, I saw myself going out in an explosion of fire and glory, not in a dirty alleyway with a sobbing widow by my side."

That seemed to have ticked off something in Ann as I heard her give a small laugh between sobs and a slightly annoyed expression marked her face.

"You're always such a fucking idiot..."

Ah, that I really can't deny, even someone as great and glorious as I has their moments.

Allowing myself a chuckle I felt my body turn strangely cold and I started to feel quite sleep-deprived, quite similar actually to the time I stayed up during finals week for 5 days straight trying to memorize all of my notes just in case something unexpected happened.

"Hey! Jonathan! Don't close your eyes you fucking hear me?! I'll beat you up!"

God Ann if you weren't so cute you'd be pretty annoying...

"Hey, Jonh! JONH! JONATHAN OPEN YOUR FUCKING EYES IN THIS FUCKING INSTANT!"

"Night... talk to you later..."

"JONATHAN OPEN YOUR GOD DAMNED EYES!"

"JONAT-"

Ah, silence, feels pretty good...

"This afternoon in a case of robbery gone wrong, Harvard student and Community activist Jonathan Francis Flavius was murdered while attempting to defend one of his classmates from a man under the influence of heavy drugs armed with an unregistered handgun, the President of Harvard University has expressed his condolences to his family and for the loss of one of his best students, more developing of this story at 5"

Ah, the void of space, you know, I don't get space.

I mean how-

"Hello, Jonathan."

A voice coming from seemingly everywhere took me out of my post-mortem musings in the dark and empty void of space, I tried to look around to find the source of the voice, then realized it was the dark and empty void of space so there's nothing to look at.

I heard the voice chuckle a bit and then speak again.

"You're entertaining you know? Hey, what would you say if I made you an offer?"

'Well that depends, is it like a job offer? or is it more like a "hey sup bro I'm your new owner" type of offer? Because if I'm to be honest you don't seem like the first type Mr.Omnivoice'

The voice chuckled yet again as it aparently was able to read my thougths.

"Hmmm, how about I rephrase it then... let me make you a nice favour..."

'No, bad touch, favours imply a lot, they imply I'll have to give you a favour back, and they imply that you can ask whatever you want off me if you believe I have enough capabilities to do so.'

This time the way the voice expressed it's amusement wasn't a chuckle but a full laugh.

"I like you, Jonathan, I have decided, you'll be perfect."

'Perfect for what?'

"For my story..."

'Wait are you like God? And if your answer is yes then why do you sound like a creepy dude with a long coat in a park at night instead of a loving father and all that?'

This time the previous laughter became a stront and overbearing belly laugh.

"Oh Jonathan, no, I'm not God, at least not the one you're thinking about, I'm something... else I guess you could say."

Before I could think of what to reply with he spoke again.

"You can call me... The Storyteller... sounds quite fitting when you realize what my goal is."

As he finished saying that he chuckled to himself.

'Why do you have to be so creepy all the time?'

"Comes with the job."

Mentally sighing I changed the topic.

'Anyway, you said you'd do me a favour right? So what is it and what do you want in return.'

"My, my, such a sudden change in personality, but I guess I'll allow it as it amuses me, you see what I want to give you Jonathan, is another chance."

What.

'What.'

"And all I ask in return, is a magnificent story, one that will fill the hole in my eternal heart."

'I, um, Okay? I mean I don't know what to reply with to that...'

"Then the contract has been sealed, I'll see you when you die Jonathan, hope this life of your is as tragic, dramatic, and hilarious as your previous one was."

Before I could speak to explain that I hadn't accepted I felt myself move at an incredibly fast pace in the darkness slowly coming closer to some kind of light, wait, is that a fucking red dwarf?! Fuck I'm gonna get fucking incinerated!

As I tried to move away from it I was sucked in by the brightest and most blinding light I had probably seen in my short life.

'God fuc-'

"I hope you live long enough to grant me my magnificent story, Jonathan... I wouldn't want you to end like the others..."

The Storyteller chuckled to himself in his realm of neverending darkness as slowly his chuckle became a laugh and that laugh slowly became a sputtering burst of hilarity.

Ah, dark, cold, sandy ground...

Why can't I appear anywhere good?

As I pitied myself I heard someone speaking.

"Hmm... you look kinda dumb, you'll be Aho."

What?! How do you choose names that way?! What type of cruel person are you?!

As I thought that to myself I was taken out of his musings by the feelings of someone lifting him from the ground from the armpits.

A giant! A fucking giant is picking me up from the ground!

"Hmmm... you still haven't opened your eyes..."

Wait, my what.

I concentrated and tried my best to open my eyes, it was hard as my eyes felt like they were stuck together with superglue but eventually, I was able to open them.

What hit my eyes first was the light, after I recovered from the pain of being flash banged by the Sun the next thing that appeared in my line of sight was a beak.

Why can't anything be normal...

The beak in front of me started to move and words came out.

"Oh! Did you hear me speak and opened your eyes?! That's amazing... you seem like the type to have a great future in front of you, who knows, maybe you'll even be the one to take us out of this hell..."

Oh no, I'm the chosen one of something, aren't I?

God, I'm gonna die so hard...

"You give me good vibes kid, so I'll name you Lux, hopefully, you'll live up to your name."

A ding went off in my head and words seemed to appear in my brain.

[The name «Lux» has been granted to you!]

[Gained «Blessing of the Storyteller»!]

[Gained Personal Skill «Apex»!]

All of the sudden, I feel really tired, I can't figure this stuff out yet anyway, a little nap couldn't hurt right..?

As those last thoughts went through my head I closed my eyes and fell back asleep.

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Authots Note: Well, how do you guys and gals liked that? This is my first time writing anything so it would really help me if you guys gave me some recommendations and advice, please leave a review about your thoughts even if it's only one word like "completefuckingtrash" I still appreciate you took time out of your day to type that.

Another important note, what would you guys prefer a "Day 1" "Day 2" "Day 3" type of fic or simply chapters without a specific time passing?

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