All Chapters of disbelief : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Walking through life while life is oblivious to the nights I’ve had I enter the small coffee shop. “Shine!” The barista says way too enthusiastically but still I felt a flicker of something when I saw her. “Chyne.” I say with a grimace to hide the smile that wants to show. She sees right through me and smiles, she doesn’t ask what I want, she already knows. I now believe she gets my name wrong on purpose. Peter flashes across my eyes but I brush it off just as quickly, I’m not a pushover either. Deep down I know it wasn’t my fault, fates hands work at the speed of interpretation to no one but something’s stirs in me for what was taken from me. My friend. Shaking the thoughts out Ken gives me my drink. Her smile cracks a bit but she fixes herself and goes to walk off, a sense of urgency overcomes me, “Does Ken stand for anything .. longer?” I hesitate with my words, seems I forgot how to speak. She looks back surprised written all over her face but she comes back an

Sometimes I think I might actually be insane. In the sense that maybe everything around me isn’t really happening but something so powerful is making it seem as is. I find myself shaking my head to move my thoughts around and scramble them. Then my head feels clear for a while but after that while my thoughts are different yet the same, but more revealing more sensitive or like I said, I might just be insane. And for the simple fact that either if i am a demon or human i am a being in being itself. I exist and everyone else around me is exactly just like me. Exactly. They have their own systems to coup yet there is an infinite number of ways those systems work. So for my mind to try to comprehend every single one and to try to understand them in every way possible is just simply.. insane. I stay in bed a little longer before heading out. It’s been a few weeks since my first .. outing with Kenny. I haven’t seen her much. I feel nervous every time I think of going. As though

When I come back to reality my eyes adjust pretty quickly due to the lights still being off. How long have I been out? Images flashes through my mind about the current events and I freeze. “Welcome back”. The hunter. I wait silently. My breath comes in short and my heart accelerates. This must be the hunter who killed Peter. My mind grows hazy and my ears ring way too loudly. I can’t possibly lose it now. Get it together. He killed Peter. His broken body. His bloody face. His broken screams. I clench my jaw to hold in the sob that tries to break free, steeling my spine. My arms are tied behind my back and my legs are also tied to the chair I’m on. I wiggle myself to see how tight I am. I don’t think I will be going anywhere. Something is off about this. Why am I still here and why hasn’t he taken me back to the underworld. “You killed Peter.” I blurt out without thinking. The room is quiet and if I didn’t know any better I would think I was alone. “Peter?

Chyne’s POV This dumbfuck of a hunter is starting to get on my last nerve.” Stop avoiding my question.” I tell him through gritted teeth but if I’m being honest I’m starting to lose interest really quick in this guy. Such a loser killed my friend and there’s not much I can do about it besides what I am now. Demons are hard to kill and to truly make sure they are dead u need holy fire from the all mighty’s throne room. To build your castle around the holy fire its just simply evil and cruel and screams power hungry. But I guess in a way works out. You wouldn’t want anyone just walking around with something that can kill you. It was meant for the whole underworld when it was created eons ago but no one really knows the truth behind the fire. So without that piece this hunter is really just dead weight. Maybe declaring to kill him was an exaggeration. I sigh internally while keeping my face still and showing no emotion. What should I do? “What did u mean, kid? With wh

“..where are you going?” I keep on walking out the door ignoring his question. I’ll need to teach him a lesson on minding his business. Taking a deep breath I make my way to Kenny’s house. When in need call a friend. Right? It’s pretty late, hadn’t realized the day had passed until I walked out my door. The walk over is exactly what I need to sort my thoughts before I get there. I think on my actions and I’m yet to explain why I told him those things. I don’t understand him. Did he think I wouldn’t notice when we woke up? But the real question is why did I start to say those things. And yet he pretended to sleep. Why ? I won’t be mentioning it either. Let’s not forget the ointment. I have no idea why I did it so I’m glad he didn’t mention it after realizing what I did it. As I wait in front of Kenny’s door. I take a few deep breaths. I mean we have been friends for about 3 months & longer if i want to count the times we said hi and bye. Yea no those were barely e