ZaleTheAnimeLover

Within this world, exists another; it is not on a separate dimensional plane, but yet between. Welcome, to the story of a boy and the record of his attempts to escape this in between world, and re-claim the life he once had. A storm was brewing. Rain broke out from the clouds, the sun obscured. The town was seemingly empty, no cars, and barely any people. Somewhere, a young man was rushing down the stairs, flustered and rushed. He was tall, and slender, with a thin face, brown hair that covered his forehead, his eyes were the color of hazel and full of life. He was wearing an orange t-shirt underneath a black jacket with a white outline goin

"Are you ready, partner?" Enigma asked. "What the hell is your real name anyways?" Makoto asked Enigma, "Why, that's what's so enigmatic about me. If you knew, I wouldn't be an enigma, would I?" he responded. "Oh fuck you." Makoto then raised the bat and started charging at Enigma, only to be shot back and right through a few aisles by a bolt of electricity. "Oh. I'm sorry. I didn't say I was ready. It's against the rules in a duel to strike until both sides are prepared. If you're going to break rules, so will I." Enigma said, sounding almost amused that his oppenent was screwing up already. Makoto stuggled to get back up, using the bat as a

The crowd cheered. It cheered and cheered. The one they've been waiting for was on her way to the stage. The stadium was jam packed. The stage had several amps, and instruments. The opening act had suddenly just left, when a strange girl emerges from the side of the stage. She had, light green, short but messy, hair, piercing yellow eyes, and a mischivious smirk. She wore a black vest with band of orange going down the middle, slightly torn, black jeans with, what appeared to be spikes coming out of the bottom, and jutting upwards, black boots, with a band of orange in the middle of them, her trade mark headphones, and a blood-red, heart shap

Day 2 - Daytime Near the Central Mansion "My name is Axel. The Dark Hero. Where I am, I have no clue, but I what do know, is that I, the Dark Hero, shall not lose!" The Dark Hero shouted to himself. "Oho, freshmeat" said a shirtless man with messy silvery hair, a cocky look in his face, and a scar on his chest, he wore jeans with several belts, and wore sandals. He had a harpoongun strapped to his back, and was holding onto said harpoon, anchored behind his neck. "My name's Oganaki. And you're dead." the man said. "Oh?" asked Axel, "I should warn you, my Shocking Soul will overpower the blandness you call your soul. You're nothing but a nob