*Original work, written in support of gay rights. This is a rewrite of 'Drive', something I posted on here weeks ago. This story was and will always be inspired by Final Fantasy, Kingdom Hearts, the Chronicles of Narnia and Sailor Moon.
Larron Bennex and the other characters belong to me.
*Larron: Officer of an esteemed police force. Loves his younger brother, Lain, more than anything.
Please read this, and tell me what you think. I hope to have this published someday!
Chapter One-Unable to Awaken with Eyes Open
Sleep. It hasn't been a friend of mine lately. We actually haven't been friends for a pretty long time. Somewhere along the line, the sandman filed his divorce papers. He hasn't been back to visit me since.
In my line of work, I'm expected to lose sleep. Dreams of sugarplum fairies and gumdrops don't come to me easily. But lately, it's been as if my body never turns off. The gears in my head are constantly churning, and my engine's always running. Even after I've clocked out for the day, I'm on pins and needles, waiting for meteors to fall out of the sky.
Who am I? The name's Larron. Larron Bennex, in case you want the full picture. What am I? I'm a superhero. A soldier that works to protect the world. Others might call me Officer Bennex, member of the HSL: Hybel's Shining Light force. I may not look like much, but hey. Great things come in unexpected packages. So don't any attention to those guys that say my hair's spun from moonlight, and my eyes are as blue as sapphires. I'm not the kitty cat I appear to be.
My job used to be easy: all I had to do was take down the bad guys, memorize a few textbooks on Hybel's history, and put up with the snot-nosed rookies. After all of that, I only had to call it a day. But as of late, things have been out of control. Things are still out of control.
I don't know where to turn any more.
The voices in my head are out of sync. Don't mistake me for some guy wandering the streets, either, believing he sees magical ponies, prancing through the sky. In my neck of the woods, it's not uncommon to have a telepathic link to the world's spirits. They're usually at peace, only alarmed when I'm on the job, hunting down your usual criminals. But lately, they've been stark raving mad. They're no longer guiding me.
My flashlight no longer pierces the strongest darkness.
Even when night drapes itself over my eyes, I'm as peaceful as a cat on a highway. My Spirit Guides don't know when to shut up, let alone 'how'. And I don't blame them. The world's no longer in black and white. The ugliest bastards known to man are wreaking havoc, as if they're the stars of some B-grade horror flick. The streets are filled with the screams you'd expect from their victims, and every regime's controlling the public with their powers of wisdom.
I've never been too much into the Holy Ministries, even though we of the HSL serve them. I'm on the job to protect people-that's all there is to it. But lately, ministers left and right are on their high horses, telling everyone to calm down, because soon the gods will be appeased. The chaos destroying families, homes and dreams is just a part of one, big show. It's all supposed to happen, to put a great, big smile on the faces of the Fathers. Right?
I'm pretty much the only one uneasy about the Spirit Guides, and chaos erasing everything out of existence. There are a few other exceptions, one of them being my superior, but overall, everyone's laidback. Excited. There have been enough 'How Many Maelvores Can You Kill' competitions to put an amusement park to shame. Zach's leading the pack by fifty kills, and he's pretty damn proud about it.
But they keep on coming. And I don't think they're going to stop anytime soon.