The Special Mentor Chapter 2

Two Weeks Ago

I yawned as I stretched, my eyes filling with tears as I glimpsed outside of my bedroom window . The moon was out without a single cloud in sight .

If I had to be honest, I was a bit scared to go back to bed . I had been having these weird dreams lately and I didn't like them .

Nothing horrifying happened .

It's not creepily strange .

It's just the life of a black, smoke-like being named "Calamitis" .

But now that I think about it…
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. . . perhaps it is creepy .

The being I've been dreaming about is surprisingly similar to a character that I wrote about in "Every Cold Winter"--a novel I had written in the past . His life and name resembles "Calamitis" down to a "T" . A thing to note is that Calamitis was the son of the God of Calamity who ended up successfully destroying the world of Forgoe .

Yes, I'm an author who wrote a bad ending .

Why? Because there's rarely any book that ends with the Hero's demise . It's always the Villain . I got bored with that pattern and so I wrote my own story .

It turned out others had agreed with with my sentiments because after a week of its appearance on the shelves, it boomed in popularity .

Calamitis was a special character . He acted as the mentor towards the Protagonist and Antagonist in the form of a cat . While the two were fighting each other, Calamitis, the real Villain, steadily destroyed the world in the shadows . Even the readers were surprised when they realized the plot twist in the end .

I would be too if I wasn't the one who had written it .

Who would expect that the Mentor was actually the Villain? Usually the Mentors were more like side characters . They're there for one moment and then never mentioned again . Their only job is to teach the Protagonist so that he/she could succeed .

Either way, it's been several years since I've last seen a single page of that book . I had forgotten about it as time went on . After having those dreams that were vaguely familiar for the past week, I decided to refresh myself of its existence .

Just recently I've been having this ominous feeling . As if something bad was going to happen…

Oh, whatever .

I'm just being paranoid .

I should probably get some food, I'm starving .

Flicking off the light of my desk lamp, I grabbed my grey cardigan and rushed out of my apartment, walking my way to the nearest convenience store .

On my way there, I had to deal with the cold breeze that steadily got colder as time passed .

Come on man, you were bearable five minutes ago, why are you acting like a freezer now?

When I finally got to my destination, I pushed my way inside and rubbed my cold hands together as I walked through the aisles, gazing at the unhealthy snacks lined up .

Not even three minutes passed before the most stereotypical robber rushed in with a gun shouting: "Get down on the ground and don't move!"

Something seemed to possess me as I grabbed a liter of Coca Cola and somehow--I honestly don't know how--I chucked it, hitting the burglar .

This in turn gave me a mouthful of bullet .

Crap…

WAIT!

WHAT?!

WHY IN THE NAME OF ALL THAT IS HOLY DID I CHUCK A LITER OF COKE AT A DUDE WITH A GUN?!

What's wrong with me?!

To be honest, this is something Calamitis would do if he wanted to spite someone . . .

He's a pretty obnoxious guy, I admit .

Chapter end