Kid and Red: Chronicles

Kid Danger's Ride with the Red. 

Gregory S. Gentry the Second

    Disclaimer: The preposition 'with' is one of the most powerful words in english, and as such it is one word to focus on in the title of this story, or rather: story of stories. It should also be known that what must be written here, must be written, and that the worlds that my writing creates are only one side of the story. They are the only piece I chose to reveal now at this time. While it all might seem fictional, it is not entirely everything that it might seem to be...

... never trust perceptions alone.

     

And even more to be noted, is that if you must read this and you do actually read it, be aware that any character, person, or place may be entirely factual, entirely fictional, or maybe even entirely both...  and it may just change your life regardless.

      (For the Kid Danger I know has quite the impact)

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      In a beginning... ...Kid Danger could be said to have been born in Russia, some might say that his christening place was on the steps of Ohio's capital building in Columbus, other's might claim they saw him borne on the wrestling mats of Mountain View High School in Bend, Oregon. Maybe they might say it was in S.E. Portland, the backyard of one of many friends, maybe during a party, and some others still might say he was birthed the day that invented Love and War and all the fairness therein. The answer could never be quite known, but that matters not at the moment. All that matters is that he is, that he was borne, and that he been. As for the matter of what he is, I'll let you decide for yourself. This is his story and and his Ride with what I might only be able to describe as the Red...

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He stared into the mirror for what seemed like hours, he saw it this morning as he glanced at it while leaving the bathroom, and could not tear his vision or his thoughts away from what he kept trying to tell himself was a trick of his mind. He could not believe that though, and beads of sweat have since been pouring off of his forehead. He stared now, in an effort to catch it again, it was a shift in his reflected image, and he knew something was off. He searched every part of his visage again and upon finding nothing unordinary he met eye contact with himself. It was at that moment that his mouth dropped open, first in surprise and then in horror. His eyes in the mirror were swirling torrents of blue and green, he knew he had eyes that held a sea-green color, but the blue was new. They stormed together in an almost serene way, but the sight drove his mind into being afraid. He blinked several times and took a breath before opening them again and when he did, his eyes were even brighter and more colorful than before. 

     

"Oh what the fu-" The young man didn't even allow himself to finish the question before he threw himself out of the bathroom and ran past his roommate's room and into his own. He stopped inside his room as soon as he reached his own mirror and looked again. 

     

"I am insane... it's finally happened." He chuckled in-spite of his overwhelming sense of fear and confusion. He tried to speak more, to make some noise to break the silence and his voice was lost. He sat back and stared in fleeting hope. Go away. He tried once more to close his eyes tight, he kept them closed for more than five long minutes and when he finally opened them a viscous and crushing red light consumed his vision. He could see nothing but the angry red and his body collapsed into the carpet as he felt himself dissolve underneath its tyranny. 

 ::Some time later::

He suddenly became aware of himself floating in the Red light. It's fluid form swirled around him slowly and thickly like oil. He could hear nothing, not even his own breath.There was no sound, no gravity, no direction. There was only the vastness of the infinite Red. He closed his eyes and found no reprieve, the crimson was inside his head and thoughts as well, all the while it was applying more and more pressure. He tried to scream against it, to push

mental walls against it, and to force it to release him. He would have prayed if he could have thought of it, if he have thought of anything but fighting.

    

"Kid, rrreeeellaaaxxx.. it might be the only way out for you.." A voice whispered and yet shattered the silence. It roared through his soul and resounded in his mind like a thousand ricochet bullets. Compared to the silence the sound of the voice was world destroying. Yet, after hearing the voice he felt himself relax and he felt an easy peace slowly invade his heart. He slowed his fight and quietly let the ebb and flow of the red take him.  

"Reeeellaaaaxxxxx." The voice cooed again and instantly, kid felt the weight of the red slowly lighten around him. It moved like a gargantuan, slowly and powerfully aware of itself. It grew dim and almost instantly a blast of light flooded his senses...

(I'll continue updating it from my notebooks when I have some more time... To be Cont.)