The New Elemental God

The present...

"I'm never drinking again." 

Adam said the same thing every time he felt the ruthless side effects of a night out with his mates. As in any other morning after a party, the twenty-one year old Playboy woke up with a massive headache.

He grunted and squeezed his eyes tight as pain pierced his temples.

Feeling his head weighing one hundred kilos he stayed quiet and immobile, waiting for the sting to settle down. 

With his eyes closed he noticed an unusual darkness in his room. He wondered if he had slept through the entire day.

"Shit , what time is it?" 

Usually he woke up late in the afternoon and the west sun would be so bright the blackout curtains couldn't block all the light. But that morning was unusually dark, he didn't know if his eyes were either open or still closed. It didn't matter how many times he blinked, trying to get used to the darkness, he couldn't see anything. 

"Mom is gonna strangle me if I miss breakfast..."

The hungover man took a deep breath to prepare himself for the suffering that would hit him once he lifted his head. With an impulse he pulled up his torso but was held back. 

In his arms and legs he felt pain after trying to get off the bed. Something extremely heavy was immobilizing his limbs. 

"What the-" He tried again, this time with more strength. 

The second attempt was even worse than the first—it felt as if something were slicing through his flesh, cutting all the way down to his bones.

And still the Playboy didn't move.

Something was off. It was too dark, his eyes couldn't capture any light as if light itself didn't exist. Blind and strapped up triggered something in him. 

Trapped and helpless, hoping more than anything he was still in his home, he appealed to his last resort.

"MOM?! What the fuck is happening?!" Screaming into the void was all he could think of. 

Every Saturday morning, the boy would be woken up by an angry rude mother that would barge in and open the drapes. She would force him to get up for family breakfast, it didn't matter what time he got home the night before.

Unfortunately, she was not coming. His words began to echo back to him. Each one bounced around in every direction, making it impossible to determine if he was inside a coffin or hanged up in a warehouse. 

The boy had one last card to play, and it always worked. It didn't matter the situation.

"If you want money just lemme call my parents and they'll send it to you." Hearing his own voice talk back to him was nerve wracking. 

"Money has no value here, Adam." 

Speaking calmly from within the darkness, a deep older male voice shook the ground underneath him. As he heard his name a cold chill froze his stomach. Money was his weapon without it, he had nothing.

"I can give you whatever you want." Even if he was frightened, Adam was glad he was not alone anymore. Being trapped and left to die god knows where, was too depressing.

"What I want doesn't matter." 

The thunder voice echoed into infinity, insinuating they were in open space. Adam felt a powerful presence getting close to him in a non threatening way.

"I want to go home!" The Young man shouted, in a mix of angst and fear as he faced the unknown.

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