World is mine.

"One,two,three-" Bang!

Another one slumped down, but it didn't matter to Chiaki.

"One,two,three-"  Bang!


She was tired. She was irritated. But yet, she felt completely emotionless.

"One,two,three-" Bang!


Two of them tried to switch places. She shot them both and continued counting.

"One,two,three-" Bang!


It was hours later, when the sun had already set that she was finally done with this numbing work.

"All right, that's it for today." She addressed her soldiers. And remember...


The World isn't yours.


You belong to the World.


The sun had long set by then, when Chiaki finally settled into her quarters, preparing for the next day. It was then when she made the fatal mistake of relaxing her mind and letting her curiosity take over.

Why four?


The excruciating pain hit almost immediately. She collapsed on the ground, her mouth open in a silent scream. One thought kept ringing through her head, a continuous mantra of "I'm sorry", but the pain didn't lessen. So she had no choice but to bear it, until the World was satisfied.

Nobody knew what exactly the World was. Some considered it a virus, which attacked the brain, leaving the person in a sort of brain-washed state, serving someone who didn't exist. Some claimed it was a human, an evil mastermind who had managed to pull the strings so successfully, charming millions of people without ever havig to show his face. But Chiaki knew better. Everyone in the army knew better.

The World was God.

It was a God and they had been the chosen ones. They were born with the World leading them, teaching them right path. The World knew what was good for them. The World would reward them if it was pleased.

But the World didn't tolerate curiosity.

The World didn't tolerate disobedience.


The World didn't tolerate humans.

Chiaki had stopped wondering ages ago, what the World was thinking. It was a fact, that it couldn't tolerate humans. But she had her own theories about it, theories, hidden in parts of her brain, which the World would never be able to access.

Her subconscious.

Her dreams.

Everything she couldn't contemplate, everything she couldn't think about at day time, everything she felt was released in her dreams.

It was the only place where she could develop something called a personality.

It was the only place where she could feel free.

And she loved every minute of it.

She didn't know why, but she had some sort of dislike towards the World. Perhaps it was because it seemed so controlling, yet she had many times suspected, that it couldn't live without a human vessel.

Perhaps it was the constant torturing.

Perhaps it was simple the fact that the World didn't even bother to talk to her anymore.

The door opened and a dark figure slipped in. The uniform was definitely belonging to one of her men, but she didn't know anybody who had glowing red eyes.

It was only when the figure kicked her that she realized that it was the World personally. It was the main body so to say, the human, who had no consciousness of their own, someone, who wasn't really human anymore.

The pain she had felt in her brain lessened, but the physical beating had yet to start.

It was probably after the fourth kick that she started losing consciousness. Again, she could only think.

Why four?


(I apologize for any mistakes. I am not in the exact state to write right now, but I thought, that if I didn't finish this now, I never would complete it. Also, this story is inspired by the song World is mine. Though only by title.)