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Randomly waking up in a demolished city was not something you were expecting. Definitely not.
"Where am I?" you say, while looking around and seeing rubles everywhere. You begin to walk, trying to see if there's anybody left or just someone that you can ask where you are or what could've happened here. But, to no surprise, you didn't find anyone—well, you did; they were all just dead. Either they were cut into pieces or crushed by the ruble.
You continue with your walk, only to suddenly come to a stop when you notice someone walking in the distance. You proceed to run towards them, hoping that they can help you or at least explain what has happened.
"Hey! Hey!" you shout to them. They stop walking when they hear you call out to them. They turn around to face you. You stop running, trying to catch your breath in order to speak up. Once you've composed yourself, you straighten up to get a look at them. You freeze. Because the man in front of you is a tall man, a very beautiful tall man.
"Um, I wanted to ask if you knew what had happened here," you told him. He doesn't answer your question; he just simply stares at you with a confused and disgusted look. You're confused as to why he's staring at you like that. If you're being honest, you feel very intimidated by him.
"How are you alive, right now?" he asks you. "I- uh guess I'm just lucky," you say unsurely. He continues to stare at you before moving his arm towards you and proceeding to grab you by the neck.
"AGH!" You quickly hold onto his arm, trying to get him to let go of you or at least loosen his grip. It's futile; his grip on your neck just gets tighter. You start panicking, as you are not able to fully catch your breath. You start hitting him, trying desperately to get away from him, and then you kick him. You give him a direct kick to the crotch. He lets go of you, caught off guard by the sudden kick and feeling an immense amount of pain in his crotch. He falls to his knees, cradling his crotch.
"What the hell did you do to me?!" he yells at you. You also fall to the ground, coughing and heaving, trying desperately to catch your breath.
"Ugh! I kicked you in the balls; what else do you think I did?" you yell right back at him. He stares at you with an irritated and angry look. If looks could kill, you would've just disintegrated right on the spot.
"Why the hell did you just start strangling me for?! Are you trying to kill me?!" you ask him. "Of course I was; I need to get rid of the trash," he simply tells you.
"Are you calling me trash! I'm not trash!" you tell him. He scoffs at you. You're angry now. You're angry that you don't know what's going on and that the only person who can answer your question just tried to kill you.
"Just tell me what happened here," you ask him again. "Like I said, I was getting rid of the trash," he tells you.
"Are you telling me you did this?" you asked, shocked. "Of course I did, and I'll continue doing this until I get rid of each and every one of you vermin from this desert planet!" he shouts at you.
"Why?" you simply ask. "Why? Because you humans continue to use my sisters and drain them of their energy and lives. You kill them." He seethes at you.
"Kill them? Kill who? I haven't killed anyone!" you tell him. "The plants! You use and kill the plants!" he exclaims. You stare at him, dumbfounded. You're not sure what to say; you're not really sure if an apology would even suffice, but you try it anyways.
"I'm sorry," you tell him. He scoffs at you. "An apology isn't enough for what your kind has done to my sisters," he tells you. He stands up, towering over you. He raises his arm again, but this time it starts to change into a blade. You're confused, and not really knowing what to do, you simply continue to stare, too scared to do or say anything.
He proceeds to raise his arm, ready to strike you down, but stops. He notices that you're simply standing there with tears running down your eyes. He's taken aback by your reaction; he expected you to scream and beg him not to kill you, to spare you, to grovel at his feet and beg for mercy. But you do none of that; it's strange.
He proceeds to put his arm down, and looking at you, he asks, "What's your name?" Now you're confused; you were sure he was going to kill you. "I—my name is Y/N," you stutter out. "What's yours?" you hesitantly ask him. "Knives," he simply tells you.
Knives continues to stare at you before speaking up and saying, "Get on your knees and beg me for mercy." You were stunned, but mainly confused. "What?" you thought to yourself.
"You want me to beg? Why?" you ask him. He raises his arm that's shaped like a blade and tells you again, "Beg." Not wanting to be killed, you proceed to get on your knees and beg him.
"Please. Please don't kill me; please spare me," you beg him, just like he told you to. Knives smiles at you menacingly, satisfied with your begging. "Get up and follow me," he tells you.
Again, you're confused: "You're sparing me? Why?" you ask him. Knives give you an irritated look: "Do you want to be killed that badly? Shouldn't you be happy that I decided to spare your pathetic life?" he tells you angrily. Not wanting to actually be killed, you decided to just shut your mouth. You quickly get up from the ground, ready to follow him. Knives gives you another look before he proceeds to start walking. You follow right behind him.
"I believe I'll be able to find some use of you," he tells you. You start feeling anxious after he tells you that. "What will you have me do?" you ask. "Who knows? I'll figure something out," he says.
You both continue with your walk; all the while, dread starts to consume you. Not feeling sure, if you should continue to follow Knives, or if it was better to have just let him strangle you.
You're not looking forward to what's to come.