Dimension X

This is the 15th dimension I’ve been to today. This dimension is occupied by numerous powerful sorcerers, witchcraft practitioners, even vampires and demons and immortals. They have with them their weapons—long katanas, mallets, flails, all filled with dark, fatal auras. I must be extremely cautious. One wrong move and I’ll sure be dead.

“Listen to me, Race. If you want to get out of here, you must defy your demon. The demon inside here”, then she touched my chest. What is this girl in all white gown talking about? And what did she just call me? Race? Why, how many times do I have to tell her I’m not Race? I’m Kellin. Kellin Grandpre. A dimension master. I can warp time and space and go in any dimension I would wish to visit. Except here. I think an unseen barrier is preventing me to escape. I must find out. And this girl, she always follows me in every dimension I go. Who is she?

“Race, can you hear me?” she waved her hand on my face. I tried to walk away from her but she uttered some spell and I became paralyzed. What? She’s this powerful? Is this dimension hers?

“Come on Race, say something. Please respond, Race, please. I don’t want to do that to you. So please.. please..” she shook her head. She seems so sad. Why? I don’t understand. Is that a tear? She waved her long katana to my arm and I feel like falling.. falling into this deep, dark dungeon she threw me into. I have to.. I can’t…



Patient no.: 121
Name: Race Claymore
Attempt no.: 15
Date: Oct. 11, 2032
Time: 12:02 am


Today, Race was brought to asylum number 15. This is his last chance. His situation was worst. We even have to put handcuffs and straps to stop him from resisting. It seems that he cannot hear me and all the psychiatrists and brain experts I’m with. It seems like he totally lost his contact in reality anymore. It seems that his schizophrenia had beaten him. The team decided to inject him a drowsing shot and was put inside the maximum security room. To be terminated.



written by: Marshall