Chapter II

Chris hears birds chirping, the sound of leaves dancing along with the wind, and the rushing water somewhere. He doesn't remember waking up with these peaceful sounds of nature. Even the air he is breathing is cleansing his lungs. To his curiosity, he slowly opened his eyes and saw trees-- towering ones like he is somewhere in a National Tree park.

"Am I dreaming?" he asked with a husky voice that had his eyes wide. His voice! It sounded weird like it had been changed into that dork voice in his younger years.

When he thought he just misheard himself, he sits up and spoke again. He frowned hearing his voice the same. The moment he ran over a hand across his face, he noticed his smaller hand and he darted his round eyes at it, shaking.

"What the fuck?" he cursed, immediately standing up, looking around while his breathing heaved. The surrounding is not familiar. He could be in a damn dream or a fucking game some psycho invented or even someone could have thrown him in some forest but that doesn't explain his hands! He looks down and remembers the man who called him last night, his nose immediately flaring.

"I'm going to put a bullet in your damn head!" he grunted.

To understand what was happening to his damn hands, voice and overall him, he followed the sound of the water. It has a little waterfall and that's what he has been hearing. At a bank where the water doesn't ripple, he looked at his appearance and he scoffed.

Chris' blonde hair had turned ash grey, his gray eyes are now ice blue, his broad chest is not seen, his height changed and overall from a man, he looked like a fucking seventeen years old teenager right now. It could only be a damn game since he doesn't believe in a parallel world. But what is he supposed to do when he is in a boy's body? He is even dressed weirdly and his hair is messy. Why is he here anyway?

In order to find out what is going in, Chris decided to start investigating while finding his way out of that forest. It is weird for him every time he glances at his feet and his hands. He can't seem to trust himself in this state. A boy in a world he doesn't know? If only he has any lead on that caller.

A few minutes had passed and Chris had heard a rumbling noise nearby and he frowned. listening to where it was coming from. It's a good thing he had a great sense of hearing and smell too. And as he followed the sound, getting near it, he realizes it probably is the sound of a carriage on an uncemented road.

"Am I in the ancient period?" he mumbles, his forehead creasing. But realizing that there are still carriages in the modern time, he has hope that he is in the countryside. "As a boy? This is some kind of joke played on me by those mad scientists!"

Thinking about how he can wake up, it must be to just commit suicide. But what if his real body gets affected? This kind of question just put a whirlwind in his head. The possibilities are just damn endless! He won't risk his life before even killing that damn caller.

As the carriage was approaching, he hid behind one big tree, observing how the coachman is dressed. It looks like someone important is inside the shiny carriage. It could be a nobleman or a damn princess. Who knows? But he needs answers.

Chris was about to show himself up when two people who dressed like bandits just pop out of nowhere, startling the horses. They draw their machetes out and pointed them at the coachman's throat.

"Get down!" one of them ordered the coachman, then with one more machete in his other hand, he tapped the carriage door. "Come out to the open or we'll have to kill your coachman!"

Well at least they speak the same language I do, Chris thought.

He watches as the carriage door opened and revealed somebody wearing a lengthy old-styled dress. She was covering her face with a blue veil but her features were still visible. A beauty, that young lady is.

It isn't long when the other man pointed a machete at her throat too. Quite shocking to Chris how the young lady's face remained unthreatened by the sharp steel on her throat. Her eyes were dull and coldly looking at the bandit's eyes.

"Princess!" the bandit uttered, his voice sounding rough and hoarse, "I know we'd be so lucky today! The chief will be glad to hear this news."

So Chris was right when he guessed that a princess was inside the carriage. But why would she not come along with damn guards? Is this princess trying to stay low-key? It made him scoff.

"Perhaps a sad day for your chief," she proudly said.

"What a cocky princess! Do you think someone can help you? Your coachman?" The bandits laughed but she remained unbothered. This expression she is keeping up irritates them. "Let me demonstrate how we kill, your highness."

Just after saying that, the other man cut open the coachman's throat, splashing some blood on the princess and themselves. They laughed but the princess stood proud. And when she looks around her eyes suddenly darted at him. He had to move and hide well.

"What are you looking at?" They asked loudly and it echoed.

This is none of his business but as soon as he heard a loud slap and the gasped of that woman, something inside his chest somehow ached. With a hand over his chest, his brows furrowed as he froze. Why does he feel like this? Is it because of this body? Does this boy have any heart issues?

As he hears the shout of the young lady and the laughing of those men, his confusion turned into outrage. He could not seem to think straight and as this strange feeling continues, he just wanted to kill.

Breathing heavily, he storms out of the woods and attacked the man who killed the coachman. Chris kicked the back of the bandit's knee causing him to be on his knee, screaming in pain. Before the man recovers, Chris swiftly took the machete and cuts the bandit's throat. The other one was charging at him but Chris was fast and he stabbed the machete before the man could lounge at him.

"I will kill you all!" he grunted, pulling the machete and leaving the bandit to fall on the ground. Chris was still breathing heavily, mumbling "I will kill everyone!" over and over while marching towards the princess.

This time the princess had her eyes wide, her sweet lips shaking but Chris is a merciless assassin. He does not spare anyone who sees his face. So, he raised the machete and was about to leave a cut on the princess when she suddenly yelled a name that stopped him midway. Chris' blue eyes were wide pierced at her.

"What did you just call me?" his voice breaking.

"Louie!"