Chapter 2 Introductions part 2

‘It’s warm, I’m not dead? Where am I?’ A beam of light makes me wince as I open my eyes to see the sunrise. The striking pain in my body is gone, but another pain stabs, as my hand grips my necklace and I remember the days of running away. To anywhere else. The door to my left opens, a man with night black razored hair parted to his right comes in. He sits down on the chair next to me. I hear the distinct crunch of his shirt and pants as he sits back. He just sits there.

Having said nothing, I reply sardonically with my deepest desire.

“I want to die.”

The ringing in my head has started again all the sounds of the world come flooding.

Including the man’s. He is not shocked, much more annoyed as I hear the bramble of his thoughts. 

“Look here kid if you want to die that’s fine by me, but an annoying butcher saved your life and if you die now I’m going with you.” His fierce green eyes catch my attention as he rises 

“So until I’m safe away from him, you’re not dying until I do.”

“You’re not dying until I do? That’s just bad grammar mister delinquent. Don’t you mean until you die?” He stands up and shamefully crouches in a corner using his finger to draw imaginary circles. I can hear him murmur 

“It’s not my fault I can’t do speaking. It’s not like I had a pick of teachers growing up. I should go die in an alley like a beggar.” Daaammmnn, so pessimistic so fast.

“Nkot get off the floor you’ll get it dirty!”

“Yes mas- Jackal.”

I turn back towards the door with the ringing fading to see a two meter man wearing an apron and Jason mask with two cleavers. Blood ran down his apron in puddles. This is way worse than dying in the streets, not a moment’s lapse I run towards the open window and jump. I look down and see I’m the third floor, bye cruel world see you never again. Only I never hit the ground.

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Nkot’s view

Both me and Jack synchronize our surprise “Eh?!” as he jump out the open window. I follow and swim dive to catch him before I receive any more punishments from Jack. Catching up I grab his arm and open the IVY. A space where the laws of mass stop for the first few seconds. Limited to the use of being a storage space as it can only stop these laws for items. Thankfully my target item was the bed I stored in the IVY for those uncomfortable long trips. 

“Were you not joking when you said you wanted to die?”

“Mister delinquent I never meant that, what I did mean by (I want to die), was the embodiment of the annoying sounds outside.”

“Shut up, you’re a real pain you know.” Jackal’s going to make me wash the dishes again. “You’re worried about washing dishes mister? Shouldn’t you be worried that he’s going to chop you into lamb stew?”

“That’s a good poi-hey, how did you know what I was thinking?”

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“That’s easy, I heard it.”

“Eh? I don’t understand you heard it, from who?”

“You, who else?”

“I didn’t say anything.”

“You did say something. In your head right?”

“…..”

“Can you let me go now mister?”

“Sure, hey wait a second if I let you go you’ll just try suicide again won’t you?!”

“Why would I, in here it’s quiet. But the outside gives me migraines so much I want to die.”

“For sure?”

“Yeah.”

He releases me from his scarred arms and I stand look around the white space with the slight glow of weapons, armor and whatever there is. It looked like the inside of a mental isolation room. “How come all the items glow mister?”

“It’s a property of the IVY, anything that is an object is immediately assigned a glowing light property and is organized by what I want. Pretty convenient right?”

“Hmm, why aren’t we glowing then?”

“Weren’t you listening kid, all OBJECTS are assigned, we’re not objects. We’re alive and the inventory recognizes that, well it’s more complicated than that as I have Possesives.”

“Possesives?”

“In a way they’re alive inside their container. Here, like this one.” He picks up a plunger looking mace glowing red. 

“This mace has the embodiment of Split the Vengeance, who died in a fall when he tried to climb the wall separating the bath house between women and men. Rumors say the women caught him and mutilated him in the most despicable of places. He’ll tell you otherwise though.” He motioned for me to touch it but I could already hear the rambling cover Split was spouting. 

“I didn’t die that way, I went into battle and died gloriously trying to slay a dragon. Don’t listen to him kid, why would I, Split the Vengeance lie about the way I died.” That’s obvious! You couldn’t stand the humiliation and tarnish to whatever reputation you had. While making this face ._. I replied with disbelief, “Suurree whatever you say.” 

You don’t believe me do you, I’ve been around long enough to see sarcasm. I walk away from the plunger and walk over to a sealed long container, along the sides were what looked like sealing arrays designed to sustain the seals from whatever mana the item inside gives off. Before I walk away, I hear the faint but noticeable whisper of the object. 

“Open the box. Destroy the seals and you will have your wishes fulfilled. Destroy, destroy, destroy the seals, set me free and I will grant your desires.”