Attention: you may read Chapter 1 here
I'd just like to say sorry for the inactivity, this is the 3rd iteration of the 2nd chapter, I couldn't find the direction of the story I wanted to take. A disclaimer too, don't commit any acts in this story. You'll get in trouble. Also sorry it's a little short, it's a setup for the next chapter.. I think. Story starts below the summons and dashes.
Eirinn :
A user of this :
You two showed interest. here it is.

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The following day would take place in the real world. The people, the land, the seas, the skies, all in reality as we see it. However, my mind was in a different place. I had shackled myself in a mental chamber of solitude, where not even my prayers for death could ever free me from this painful state. Inside this vault-like containment area, I could not see the light of day; the bright side of things, as it were. Nor could I hear the faint echoes of hope or promise in the distance. Fully steeped in darkness, my mind began to alter and warp until finally, I could barely be called myself anymore. The only ties to what I was were whatever paperwork anyone might have on me, and the memory of how life was when she was still with me.

Although I am awake, I do not feel. And the price of not feeling is the constant inner conflict of values and the constant existential crisis that I must now live in. The conscious thoughts that churn in my mind are more like unconscious dreams -- or nightmares, in which my true thoughts shine through. However, these thoughts are widely unaccepted by society, so they must be carefully kept so I do not endanger myself, or her for that matter.

But at this point, it doesn't even matter. If people are linked to our memories, they will become eternal so long as we remember them. Places and smells and feelings that bring upon emotions, which triggers our memory -- a time when we had it. When I had her. This moment was frozen in time for eternity, and I only wish I could remain there just as long. So through that, shouldn't we be able to preserve our loved ones forever? I had thought so. Until I gave it some more time to sink in...

"But what if this is untrue? What if everything lost truly IS lost? Or if it is true, what'll happen to her when I lose my memory? Will she just be forgotten? Or is that the best that could happen at this point?"

The burden of truth.. is almost too much to bear. I never understood until now, but ignorance truly is bliss. Because of this fact, I don't think I'll ever truly be able to have a sound mind. As much as I want to tell people about the truth of this world, I know that they'll deny it. Launching their metaphorical defence mechanisms before I can even get through to them. Society is flawed in this way, but at the same time... maybe that's not a bad decision.

As these thoughts flowed into my mind, I was angry. It was their fault that she ended up the way she did, it is THEIR fault that I am the way I am now, and they don't even know it. And I plan to repay the favor.. every single little bit, and even more than that. People will burn and feel the same sorrow I have felt, they'll beg for forgiveness while there is no hope of atonement. And there I will be, laughing in their faces and doing nothing to help.

The busy bustling streets of the crossing have always been a place to see various types of people that society does accept. From one corner, you can find airhead teenagers that recently got out of school. Taking a closer look, you'll typically find them playing a prank on some unsuspecting bystander who doesn't bother to look at his feet while walking. On another corner, you'll find protesters who are currently unhappy about the situation with the nearby petting zoo, claiming that they're being abused, misused, and completely neglected at times. At another time, in a different section, there was even lawyers meeting with their guilty clients to see how they can cheat and manipulate the judge into handing them their desired verdict.

But what are all of these people accomplishing? They're standing out there, commiting acts that only further their cause. Their own desires and interests come before anyone else.. and that's exactly what brought upon the downfall of her. Prior to this little viewing of the crossing, I came across some information that I borrowed from the local police station. She was murdered -- shot by a 12 gauge shotgun round. No info on the perpetrator.

But after all, this is the busiest place for miles. If he was from somewhere, he had to be here. Who know's if he was there right now? I had to take any chance I had, so I devised a plan. A plan to rid the world of as many things that we don't need. And once the cleanup crew comes in afterwards, they'll all be forgotten. Just like they did with her.

A nearby gas line was opened up by construction workers. At 3:30 PM their carelessness lead them to take a break and stare at half-clothed women they find passing by as they stumble on their new high heels on their way to the fashion shoot. Completely unguarded, I felt that someone had to take care of it so that there aren't any accidents.

I light the match, and hope to god that blood is spilt and debt is repaid. Every single drop, every single death.

Duuuuude I didn't see this coming. Honestly I didn't see any of this at all, I had completely misread the opening. Looking forward to seeing where the messed up protagonist (can he be called that?) goes after this.

Eirinn : The first iteration of chapter 2 was about being a detective who didn't play by the rules

The second iteration of chapter 2 was about disguising as a hero and a villain at the same time

The third iteration is just a clusterwhat of I don't even

So honestly who knows where the story is going to go, I can't even make up my mind

Yeah it's totally fine to call him that considering he's pretty messed up. Or maybe he's justified? Who knows. That depends solely on our interpretation of what is morally right or wrong in this reality. The laws may play differently in the story, even though it takes place in the real world. But lets just clarify that 'real' is relative. He might be in some other 'reality' entirely the story has too many paths it can take and I can't decide which ones I want to take.

So yeah it's just a mess but its fun to write

Oh no, I just meant I wasn't sure if he could be called a protagonist given how he seems to intend to kill people for being...people. Lol It almost feels as though it's more of a diary of a madman, thus making him kind of an antagonist even if he is the star.

Also funny that you mentioned how much he had changed as you went, as I was talking to a friend on here just today about how characters tend to seem like they take over the story as you write and change where it's going on you. It makes for an interesting read anyway.

Eirinn : It's more just collateral damage tbh

But yeah, he can be called the protagonist since in the anime and manga Death Note, the protagonist had the goal of killing all of the criminals in the world (and anyone who stopped him from doing so) and becoming god of the new world

so if it worked for death note it should work for this

you should totally watch death note since it sends a real nice message to people. the writer originally intended it to basically say "this is why you dont play god" so thats cool in a weird way also its like 2 am and im probably not typing very well so if this has any typos by the time I wake up I'll try to fix them or somnethign

I write all my stories when I'm deprived of sleep, i think thats why i can't get it to stay in one direction

yeah the protagonist totally took over, i wasn't really sure of what to do until I thought "gee i wonder what he would do"

Well, this certainly is interesting. Eirinn is right, it does feel like the diary of a adman, or killer or something. I am excited to see what this next chapter is going to bring to the party.