Wreak Havoc

At the age of twelve, you started randomly seeing a green line and a red line appear on the ground. You always followed the green line and have lived a successful and happy life. Ten years later, you are on top of the world, but bored. Time to see where the red line leads.

Within seconds you run into a small orphan child who is looking at you with the most impatient set of eyes you have ever seen in your life. She looks you up and down for a second grimaces. Her face resets to resigned boredom as she motions for you to follow her, which also happens to be in the same direction as the red line. You make one step in her direction and gasp as you realize what has happened.

The green line isn’t as your feet anymore. You turn around and see that it is several feet behind you now. Before the lines had always remained steadily in front of you, for you to choose your path and change your mind at any time. But now, to get back to the green line, you’d have to retrace your steps. Now, it’s your turn to grimace as you realize you may have just made the biggest mistake of your life.

You turn back around to look at the child who is once more staring at you impatiently. Once she realizes you are paying attention again, she takes off after the red line. Now knowing what else to do, you follow her.

You walk along the red line for what feels like several long nerve-wracking hours but its really only about 45 minutes. You find yourself at the front doors of a very tall ominous building whose existence you have somehow missed during your ten years of living in this town. Unable to handle the confusion and silence any longer, you address the child. “Uhm, so what exactly are we doing here?”

Much to your displeasure and further confusion, she looks at you like you’re stupid and answers. “You’re my assignment. No one explained anything. Assignments don’t get explained. Your guess is as good as mine.”

As she finished speaking, the doors swung open. A team of people in black masks usher you into the building. Its rather dark inside, lit ominously by the lights running along the baseboards. But the first thing you notice is how cold it is. How very breathtakingly bone-chilling cold it is. The kind of cold you can almost feel trying to take over your soul.

Within just a couple moments, the people have led you into a room, if anything, even colder than the rest, and looking very suspiciously a lot like a holding cell. At this point, shaking violently, you follow the people into the room. And, of course, the door slams shut behind you.

Sinking into a shivering huddle on the floor, you ask yourself why you ever followed the red line which you can clearly see still at your feet, leading toward the other wall. You follow the line with your eyes and as soon as your gaze hits the wall, a screen lights up. A woman’s face appears on the screen.

She has most sinister smile you’ve ever seen in your life.

Her message doesn’t give any better. A voice absolutely dripping with hidden motives and warped intentions. She asks you a very terrifyingly simple question. She asks if you will help her.

Still shaking violently, you cannot find any words to respond. She laughs and informs you that you don’t actually have a choice. Your shaking seizes as you have become paralyzed with fear at the machinery coming out of the wall and hooking itself to you.

And I would love to tell you that you got out of this mess. I would love even to tell you that a dramatic band of heroes bust into the room right now and save you. But none of that happens.

Oh no. None of that happens. They brainwash you, force you to join them. See, you had the superpower no one else had. Foresight. And as long as you followed the green line, you and everyone else would be fine. But the red line wreaked havoc. And that’s exactly what they needed.

Hello, Damien, Chief Havoc-wreaker of the Other Side. My name is Violet. I’m sorry you’re trapped inside your own head. I’m trying to get you out. But you have to do exactly what I say.

Are you ready? Here we go…