User blog:Kat2wind2archer/Quiet.

"Quiet" muttered a black figure, pulling the other into a room.

The room is blank.

The walls are white; but white is simply a shade, right?

A very light shade of one color.

Which color do they belong to?

The walls are green.

"How long" the figure asks, while taking out a gun.

It's something simple, really.

It's a blade.

A blade that needs to be pointed towards the target to cause harm.

"Does it take for this bullet to hit the door?"

The second figure shrugs, as the gun is pointed towards the exit.

The pistol hits the doorframe in a matter of seconds.

"Did you see that?" the dark figure asks, as the second sits down and nods.

"It's stupid. Why doesn't it work as it should?" Once again, the second doesn't answer.

"Do you understand what I'm trying to say...?" the first asks, as the other shakes their head. No, they don't know.

"For the bullet to hit the door, first they have to get halfway to the door. You follow?"

A nod from the other.

"For the bullet to get to the door, it has to make at least half way. That means it also has to make it to half of the half of the distance to the door. Follow?"

A nod.

"So. To get to the door, it has to fist get to half the distance; then half of that half, Then the half of the half of that half; next the half of the half of the half of the  first half. Gah! It can go on FOREVER. If we keep taking the distance and cutting it in half, it will go on for infinity. Follow?"

Another nod.

"So, the distance to the door doesn't end. Therefor, the action of the bullet cannot either."

The first stands, a sigh escaping it's lips.

"Why does it hit the door, when the action; the length lasts for infinity? "

The second stands, walks up to the first, grabbing their wrists.

The gun falls to the ground.

The sound echoes, jumping across the walls.

The blue walls.

"Why did it hit? It's impossible. The action should go on for infinity. Why doesn't it?" the first panics, their breath becoming shattered; scared. The second stares calmly into the other's eyes.

"Why...? T-They would have been okay! Why doesn't the action obey the logic it should hold?"

The second hugs the first, as the other spills the tears all over the floor.

The Purple walls are covered in teardrops too.

"Why doesn't anything obey the logic? Why do they set fire to the skin, if they know that a soul cannot be burned? They know it cannot be burned, right?" sniffed the dark figure, the other comforting it.

Crystals, clinking againced the floor. Diamonds, gold coins, silver rings. They don't shine; there's no light to reflect.

"Why did the white wolf dip itself in black paint?" The second just hugs the first tighter.

He doesn't know.

But he knows why nothing is shining;

Why gold doesn't shine,

why the diamonds don't sing like they used to.

They were only ever used as a ticket for desire, not for needs.

They are used for red and blue capes; to recognize who is your friend.

Your friend Is just a color, though.

So why do people care so deeply, for what is blue, what is red?

What meaning does it hold, if it'll eventually rub of?

You could paint it on again, I guess.

What if you don't have diamonds?

Lost of gold?

All the crystals shattered?

how'd you get paint then?

When you have no paint, the color fades into another shade.

It either fades to black or to white.

Therefor each color changes to the same.

So does it really matter what color it is, if it can become the same thing?

If it is the same thing?

"Why does it hit the door, Creator? Can you make it stop?"

The Creator doesn't think he can.

He's only a Creator; he's just a father to few, a leader to some, a threat to most.

But he simply exists as a tittle, as do the rest.

The creator was blessed with a pinch of emotion.

Why wasn't it the same with Leader, Ruler, and King?

Why do they fight over colors?

Why do they want to paint all the lands their color?

Why do they care to paint it, if it'll eventually all become the same?

When the colors long ago faded, when they are finally the same, will they finally notice? Notice that the colors were always the same?

Why do they care to paint something that isn't even theirs?

"You can't explain everything, child. I can't explain everything to you. The land isn't ready for he truth; it is focusing on breaking apart someone else's creation. They simply aren't ripe enough to understand why the bullet hits the door. The land isn't safe when others are willing to paint over it every so often."

"For now"

The darker figure rubs his bloodshot eyes, sniffing once more. His eyes aren't set on the other anymore, tracing the walls instead.

Brown walls.

"Quiet"

...

I've got a question now.

After listening, did you understand?

Who was there, who wasn't?

Did you understand when the lie will be noticed?

Did you notice how the colors are just painted over, and over again?

Don't you think painted over colors are ugly?

I think so.

But everyone has different opinions; different minds. Different colors.

Now for my simple question;

What color were the walls?