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Red Hands, or Blue? (Warning: Mentions of blood, Violence, Death)

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I ran along the dark streets of Manhattan. The streetlights were all on and made my eyes hurt. My breath was white from all the coldness of winter. I never looked back. The sirens ringing behind me was getting smaller and smaller until I couldn't hear them at all.

It was complete silence. I went into a nearby alley and caught my breath. I didn't know where to go, I was all alone without anybody else. I had nowhere to go, nothing else to hold onto. It was cold and I had nothing warm in my grasp, hell, not even myself was warm. I was far, very far from being warm.

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Intro-A New Start?!

(Photo from Unsplash - Ali Kazal)

You finally found the cabin. It was hard navigating through the cold forest that was surrounding the cabin. You opened the door to your new home, The Everglaze Cabin. You have recently moved into this place, and you've heard that several other people are going to live together with you here. Well, it was good enough for you since you didn't like the loneliness your former living place gave off.

As you step into the cabin, you can see the interior was brown and ivory in general. It felt extremely welcoming and warm, contrast to the cold and dark forest with pine cone trees that was right where you just were. Anyway, you felt excited and kind of tense as you imagine who you would meet... And you suddenly feel your head bumping into something pretty hard in front of you, you let out a yelp and move backwards a bit to see what or maybe, who you've bumped into.

"... You must be the newcomer, are you? May I ask your name?"

You look up a little bit and meet eyes with a woman. Her voice was surprisingly low. She used formal languages, which made you assume she was a soldier or some other job that requires you to be formal. Seemingly in her thirties, she was pretty tall and buff. What caught your attention more than that was that her eyes had purple irises. She stared at your eyes directly, as if trying to dissect your thoughts. It was pretty threatening even though she probably... didn't have any malicious intent. You decide to tell her your name since if you don't, it was apparent you won't end up well.

"Ah, sorry for crashing into you, haha... My name is Y/N, nice to meet you. And... your name is?"

"That's okay. I'm Seolhwa Choi. Just call me Choi, or whatever you want to refer me as."

'It's a pretty name', you thought as you nodded and went toward the center of the cabin. She followed you behind as you notice some people being there, either sitting on a big red velvet couch, some on the pink and blue bean bag couches that were laid around the fireplace, thankfully not too close from it, the cabin would all burn if so. You wondered how it even works properly since it seemed dangerous to use fire inside a wooden cabin. Let's just say it's magic for now.

The people who were gathered around the fireplace all looked different and some could even say they seemed to be from different universes. Anyway, they all - or most of them, to be precise - greeted you with smiles. You were very excited to meet them and wanted to know all about them all in this new cabin, this seems like a very good new start!

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Maybe I wasn't your artwork (Opus-OC)

It was the year 2017, 6 years ago from today.

"Do I really need to do this, father?"

I looked up to my father. He stared at me as if he was looking at some dog. He sighed as he said.

"Yes, you have to. Now go back to your room and finish your assignment."

I just stood in front of him.

"I think I told you many times what you need to be? You need to be perfect, you have to be the next chairwoman of Icarus, but you aren't even close to me. Now go."

I always hated his voice. He wasn't old enough to sound like a dying bird croaking, but he did. How I hated how he looked. He was extremely skinny compared to usual men which was, frankly saying -I was afraid of it, though I do not remember why. Maybe it was just an instinct, maybe I already knew that in this world, rich yet skinny people aren't mostly in their right minds. He closed my room's door slowly after I went in. I heard the sound of his footsteps and the wooden floor's creaking getting smaller and smaller.

I sat on my antique chair -which maybe isn't that old- and opened my neurological science book to do my assignment that my father told me to do. My parents didn't send me to school and instead decided to make me study alone in this house that I loathed. I sighed and started reading the easiest part to make my brain run properly. I needed some warm-up every time I did something.

'The human brain is surely interesting. Controlling people, even me myself, to do things that most animals can not. Though the most intriguing fact is that the nerves, connected to the brain, that are almost everywhere of our bodies can transmit electrical signals to order our body parts what to do...'

I was happy, and only happy when I tried to delve deeper into the mysteries of nerves and brains. Perhaps I wanted to get a hold of what my father and mother are thinking about when they see me, they always were frowning at me, my father always told me that I should follow him to become the next chairwoman of his PMC even though I hated guns and soldiers because of their brutality- or at least I thought so. I hated them because they weren't delicate enough.

After some thinking, I came to the conclusion that I should do my assignment to avoid trouble.

I heard the door suddenly opening when I just started to actually do my assignment. When I turned my head back, I saw my mother.

"Honey, what were you doing?"

"I was doing my assignment, mother."

"Honey, I don't think so. I couldn't hear anything from your room."

I made a mistake. I should've filpped my book's pages and written something a few times, bad that I forgot to do that. I sighed and followed her out of the room.

After a few hours-which felt like days-of her scolding and frequent beating ended, I was grounded. I went back into my room and I heard my mother lock the door behind me and leave. I collapsed onto the floor because of the sudden dizzyness.

I didn't know what to do to make them satisfied. They wanted me to be 'perfect', always telling me things to do. Well, I didn't want them to be happy with me though. Just that I didn't want to get beaten up for no big reason, and sometimes no reason at all. The beating went on since I was 10, so I was enduring that for 7 years which wasn't short, and I was tired from it. I wasn't their artwork to begin with, I was just their daughter. Then I came to the thought- why don't I try that?

During learning neurological science one thing I've noticed is that when the human brain comes into direct contact with a specific chemical it stops working in a few seconds. One could say 'just shoot them' but I didn't know how to use guns at all, and I didn't like guns like I said before. The most important thing was that I didn't want my house -which was almost a mansion- to become dirty. And I didn't want any evidence that's easy to trace remain.

Since I've had multiple concussions from getting beaten by the two for years, I thought of trying it. And another thing is that I have a syringe, and that the book in my room has the molecular formula for the chemical. So I made my bruised body stand up and scurried to my chair, then opened the book.

My parents sometimes called me 'Opus' as to refer me as their artwork. Just so that you know better about me, my father was German and my mother was Korean, so I was a half-blood. The word Opus was German but my mother had learnt German just to marry my father to get his power, so it wasn't hard for the both of them to use it. I was disgusted about it at first, but I got used to it. Then after I left my parents I named myself Opus after my leave. I thought hiding my real name was needed for me to stay alone without my father watching me every time. I stayed alone for a few years.

Well, you know what happened next. Though I wasn't completely that cruel to make the two both die. I let my father live. And I promised him that when the time comes, I will take his place. At first that promise was just to make him miserable. And to add, I left my home and my parent. But as time passed, I was interested in being the chairwoman of a company that can use power on every country, at any time, given the right reason. The best thing was that I can make any reason right. Any reason. I went to Icarus to make my father make me a vice - chairwoman of Icarus. Though I still don't know why he let me. Still, I am fine about it, since soon I will take him down by using his own stupidity and let him know that he made me a very wrong daughter.

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