The cool air swept upon William’s face. A bright flash of light dispersed as William was standing in an empty hallway. A red carpet was laid all the way across the hallway, the walls of the hallway was filled with doors, each leading to another unknown place obviously. William stood there, confused. Is this the dormitory where he was supposed to be in? If so, which room is his?
Suddenly, it was as if space and time warped the surroundings and William soon stood in an empty space of darkness. William’s heart was pounding hard, any moment and his heart will burst out of his chest. What is going on? Where is he….? His luggage disappeared, everything he first took a glimpse of immediately disappear. A few seconds passed as another flash of light dispersed. William rubbed his eyes and looked around, he was trying to accustom his vision to the current situation: the light was maroon and he was standing in the air, a huge mountain stood before him. The mountain has a path revolving around it, William saw people in torn, bloody wearing lying on the path, crawling their way up to the mountain, but the path was so steep they practically were falling downwards. There was a great rumble as William looked down; he was so high up the mountain that fog covered the bottom. There was a red glow glimmering beneath the fog, William squinted his eyes to see what was causing it.
Suddenly, flames burst out of the fog, shooting into the sky in an amazingly rapid speed. William screamed, he was paralyzed in his position and the fire was rushing up. Soon, the fire consumed William in its pit as it revolves around him. William covered his face with his hands, the fire was in an immeasurable high temperature but he wasn’t hurt at all. The fire subsided as a figure stood before him. He was wearing a white long coat with black singlet and pants, his face was thin and his pupils were like ruby. His face carries a stoned expression; he stood motionless in front of William.
“W-who are you…?” asked William, his voice shaking, a smile stretched across the figure’s face, his brunette hair covered the left side of his face, but the ruby-coloured eyes were glowing beneath his shoulder-length hair. “Welcome to Hell.” Said the figure, “What…?” muttered William, “So you’re the boy that everyone taught he could bring me to my knees, huh? You’re William Rosewood?” asked the figure as William nodded despite the fear was gripping his very soul. The figure laughed, he stretched his right arm back and pulled out an oddly-shaped sword; its white handle is thin and its hilt has a black stone attached to it; its white blade is in a shape of a kite, a black line stretched from the tip of the blade to the handle. He pointed the sword at William.
“I’ll kill you.” Said the figure, “You’ll just have to wait when I come out of Hell, only then I’ll have a ball with the 4th Immortal named William Rosewood.” He continued, he waved the sword slightly and there was another flash of light and everything blacked out. William felt cold sweat dripping down his neck, he opened his eyes again and he was lying on the hallway carpet, the sound of people walking in the floors below soothed him. He got up, felt really sick and heaved his luggage; he walked towards the end of the hallway and reached for the doorknob, only to find it locked- and that’s when it hit him. Where’s the key to his room? Is there even a key? If so, where can he get it? Who was the one who was supposed to hand it to him? William cursed, is he going to be stuck out here until someone comes to help him?
Then, William felt something around his neck, he did not feel anything before but all of a sudden, something seemed to curl around his neck. William reached for the object on his neck and what it felt was like a necklace, he ripped it off and found something else hanging on the necklace- a key. It was in a shape of a six, the edge is so slim and sharp it could cut through his skin. Could this be the key to the door in front of him? If not, which door fits this strange looking key? And where is the slot of the key to go in? William noticed this rather slim vertical slot right below the doorknob, so slim it could barely be noticed. William had to try his luck on this one.
He gulped, and slowly slides the odd key into the slot, he pushed it in hard and there was a ‘click’ and the door shuddered slightly, he pushed the door open and what he saw amazed him. A room expanded to a larger space, the largest William has ever seen in his entire life. The room was painted golden, a giant chandelier with million pieces of tiny crystals hanged in the centre of the room, bathing William in the soothing, warm light; two luxurious beds were found in the room, each placed at the far side of the room. The beds were large enough to fit three people, the pillows are golden and the blanket is red, drapes of red hanged around the bed, preventing any insects to enter when one is sleeping; windows were aligned in an orderly manner at every wall of the room, a serene environment can be seen through the window as if adventure giving a friendly beckon to you from afar.
Unfortunately, at midst all the perfection found in the grand bedroom, one half of the room is messed up, completely messy and untidy; clothes everywhere and luggage in every direction. The back of a boy was seen, throwing his clothes out on his bed, not knowing that William has entered the room. The boy was mumbling to himself, clothes flew in every direction, landing gently on the floor. Then, after a period of time the boy searched, he got up and yelled, “Where the hell is my damned hair wax?!” He stopped right after he turned around and looked at the newcomer, William was looking at the outraged boy as well and none of them spoke.
“Sup,” the boy cleared his throat and William nodded, “so…. You must be my room mate, huh?” he asked, “So it seems.” Replied William with an uneasy tone, “Okay… Sorry you had to see that, I kind of need my wax, ladies dig me for my hair.” Said the boy, William nodded to pretend that he was interested. William picked up one of the boy’s jeans and fished out a can of hair wax, the boy’s face lightened up so quickly it’d seemed physically impossible. He threw it to the boy as he caught it, the happy expression on his face didn’t wear off at all, “I owe you one, mate.”
“So, what’s your name?” asked the boy as he turned around, attempting to re-pack the things he threw out, “William Rosewood.” Answered William as the boy halted, the hair wax fell from his grip, he turned around and ran towards William like a wild dog, he gripped William at his shoulders and his face turned deadly serious. “Did you just say…. William Rosewood…?” muttered the boy as William nodded, not knowing what is happening. The boy gasped, stepped backwards and started jumping and giggling. William moved back as well, frightened by the ever-changing mood swings of the boy in front of him.
“Dude, you’re William Rosewood! Oh man, I can’t believe this. God, are you playing with me? This is William Rosewood, oh my God!” the boy was extremely excited, “William Rosewood! The guy who’ll save us when the world ends! The guy… who is sharing a room with me! Woohoo!!” exclaimed the boy. In a split second, he stopped jumping offered William a handshake, “My name’s Aaron Seth, a boy which you obviously don’t know about, but you, my friend, you’re famous! You know, my great grandmother is a prophet and she predicted a boy named William Rosewood will rescue us when the world ceased to exist, the moment when Fonte Maximus comes back from Hell.” The boy spoke so fast his words seemed to blend with each other, “I really don’t know what you’re talking about.” Said William, he didn’t really want to believe what Aaron said, but it sort of reminded what Elena told him when they were still in the ward. Now that William noticed, Aaron seemed like a boy at his age, only a few centimetres taller than he is, the boy has dark brown hair and black pupils; he has a long face and very thin arms and legs, so thin it looked as if he was lacking of nutrients, his red jersey and jeans seemed loose due to his bony body build and yet, he is so filled with energy, jumping around like a dog getting his meal.
“Anyway, put your stuff down, we’re going to be late for the Classification!” said Aaron as he leaped his way back to the puddle of clothes he made. William shrugged and walked his way to his side of the room, he put his luggage down and sat by the bed, not wanting to see Aaron worsen his side of the room. Thoughts soon shrouded him again… OK, it is weird enough that he is now in this new world, and to top it off, he is sharing his room with a freakishly random boy who knew about him. He shook his head hard, it is now simply impossible to predict what is going to happen next.
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