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My crime is upon the highest treason: I was painting with color« My
only paint available« My bright red blood. I am alone. I have no mother or father, and raised myself within my monochrome home. No paints are found in my world. No color. I one day saw a man coming by, stained with so many alien tones and shades I never had seen. I only stared from my little gray window. He did not see me and my white canvas heart. I am alone. But when he left, color followed, finding its way into my heart. It did not leave me with a lust to love this stranger that came by my home, but a passion for creativity. As the colors kept coming in, my white canvas heart started to become alive, splashed with various colors whose names I do not know. Slowly though, time turned my heart white, gray, and then finally black. My heart was not to receive any color again. Though my heart was only given one shade of this monochrome black, red ran through me, screaming to get out of my skin and stain something. It wanted to create horrific beauty. I was its owner, and yet I bowed to it like a slave. What irony. My hands searched for the blankness of paper, but I was too slow. My nails dug into my soft wrist, and then I created paint. I watched as the color flowed, a name sparking within my mind to give this beauty an identity. Red was the name of the pain that was running wild, something I wished to mimic. Staining my floors and walls with vast images, I felt as if in a trance, never stopping to catch a breath, but only jerk my body around to make broad movements with the paint. I was part of this creative life, and now I shall never stop. I couldn¶t stop to eat and in the end, I was very close to painting my entire home red, but I had passed out before halfway done. I awoke, hungry and dizzy. I was in a gray jail. I was presented a tray by a small server robot, it having milk and white bread. I have read that this is the food for the lowest of criminals. The little robot left the tray and me alone again. Eating this dry food and bland milk made me feel white. My heart was slowly becoming a white canvas once again. My wrist started to ache. My paint screamed to come out again. I had to obey it, for I needed to paint too. Throughout the night I painted, spreading my known crime upon the walls. Morning came, and I stood back to look at my crime again, pushing the rusted door like a fool. I thought it could be a way to freedom, and it broke at the touch of my fingers. I looked at it, dumbfounded and surprised. I only wondered what freedom was, but that didn¶t matter to me anymore. I went through the door and ran. I ran as far as possible, and then I heard from miles away, the jail¶s sirens went off. I still ran so I would not risk being caught agai That was it, I am now a fugitive. I am a fugitive of color in the monochrome world. I must hide. Hiding and waiting. I must also find others. I must also liberate those like me. I still ran, and noticed a wanted poster, SilverStitch. There was no picture of the person, but the individual was wanted for the same reason I was, for creative crimes. I was to find this one and seek refuge from this individual and learn of their colors. Days went by, hiding and running. I picked up new things. Weapons to create more Red, my eyes starting to spark green life, creating a vast field of greens I will never see again. With every shade I obtained, more color followed my every stepping breath. Green filled the plant-life, blue filled the skies and waters, and red colored the roses. I kept going on, avoiding being caught again. It felt like the color of life to me, and then I realized something. Colors were able to come together in peace and create new colors. Red and Blue became purple and filled the flowers of lavenders, and it stained my shirt. Color had splashed onto me as I kept going, and I obeyed it, happy to please. ³You really should be more aware of your surroundings, or else you¶ll get stuck with black and white again.´ A pleasingly calm voice interrupted my thoughts. I turned around, to find a man in a white suit stained with every color I had seen and could name, and even new hues that left me curiously inspired. Yellow medium long hair was on his head, and dark gray sunglasses covered his eyes, so I couldn¶t see if they had color as well. ³You remind me of myself, lost, and fascinated by the discovery of color.´ He chuckled lightly. ³« Are you SilverStitch?´ I asked, tensing up. He nodded, and smiled. I stared at him a moment, studying him, and finally relaxed. ³I am Ayano.´
and then proceeded on with his guidance. and leaves. That is why our goal is to have the Black and White City plus our people live in harmony. I sighed. but now we¶ve re-created it to protect the town from the creatures sent from the Black and White City. just blank.´ SilverStitch stuttered. and it¶s actually quite terrifying. And if everything went well. Colors followed our every breath. We¶ve been very careful in our ways. ³Why is my Red much brighter than this rose¶s Red?´ I had put on a pouty face. or even make a new color if it pleased. ³Because of the monochromes. the fire warm and the tents comfortable enough for us to doze off in. He giggled slightly at how ticklish it felt. and seeing him start to wander off. He even nervously put out colorful juices from the fruits of nearby trees. and I noticed night starting to fall. II . I took extra caution with the juice. and confusing.´ SilverStitch looked at me with a light smile. they attack without emotion. and reds slowly became green. I wondered why I wasn¶t as paranoid about it as him though« maybe he was tortured? Seen his comrades being killed one by one before his eyes? I would never be able to know for sure. and gray give colors shades. I nodded. They can¶t harm us within a ring of color. Night fell soon enough and I could see lights in the sky. then noticed my gaze traveling to the rose. and like to jump at us. you can¶t ever be too careful.´ He smiled sympathetically. the red dark. He chuckled with an amused smirk. I eyed his now calmer expression. He said he was the ruler there. but it was necessary.³Beautiful. I was over joyed of this comment. After all. ³Why did you do all that?´ I was curious to this method of setting camp. watching us with hatred and greed. for I was tired. we were heading towards a place called µCanvasTown¶.´ SilverStitch shuddered. He cringed as he noticed the orange. The flowers started to brighten around us. and we became a part of a whole new world that was different from the one I was born from. almost black.´ He gave a hefty sigh. I looked at my healing wrists. They are the strongest at night. I noticed many more colors in different shades and hues.´ He said simply. tracing the creases in his hands. black. I lost a few in my town that way. moss. With the monochromes. yellows. ³Of Love. ³W-We must set up camp. fascinated by their beauty. Images of what the town might be entered my mind. I watched SilverStitch as he spread out strong smelling herbs and spread about colorful feathers and petals of flowers. withered. The black sky had a white and gray moon. ³Yes Ayano?´ he wondered. ³Because white. we wouldn¶t have to camp again tonight. and then finally rested by the fire I made. I wonder how long it would take for us to get to Canvas Town« Three days passed by quickly before my eyes. though many survived to tell the tale. allowing the color to be darker. I then noticed a deep red rose. it striked me as odd. I did not want to put that burden onto him again. and SilverStitch was finally saying we were going to be in Canvas Town by nightfall. lighter. watching around like a nervous squirrel. We made two separate little tents of tree limbs. I hadn¶t known my old people were so cruel« even if they didn¶t feel the emotions like I do now. a deep purple. ³I see«´ I bit my lip to shut myself up. and that was my only reason to approve the suggestion. more plants cleaning the air. ³That¶s what the world used to do far in the north. other than my hunger. because I hated sleeping while he was fearing for our lives. Breathing in this clean and pure air made me feel alive for the first time in a long time. illuminating the black from above to banish it. and then a black. and made sure that there were defenses to keep out the monochrome. I followed. I watched the rose again. This was the first night I had with SilverStitch. bewildered.. since I left the Black and White City. ³SilverStitch«´ I asked with curiosity. Traveling along with my new friend. Your color was born of the love that first sparked in your heart to create a painting. blue. to make sure he knew I wouldn¶t move until he answered. After that. ³It means the color²³He cut me off swiftly. their red was brighter. who am I to ask a scared man in the middle of the night? We slept the night. Maybe it¶d be better that way. unless we¶re surrounded by color.
I would talk to SilverStitch about the wonderful noise. but he just smiled and pushed me towards a white room with a white bed. and familiarity. but would have scars. a curious. Few houses were orbs. I wanted to see this house so badly. I opened the door. the eye upon the windowsill drawing me in. I started to make a wonderful noise in my throat. almost running ahead if not for SilverStitch keeping me calm. I was lulled to sleep the soft chimes of a bell ringing throughout the town« The next morning I noticed my bed being completely colored in blues and reds. who are you.´ A voice startled me. no matter how white.´ Someone whispered behind me. and we approached the colorful gate. and yellow petals. they had almost fully healed. I shrugged. shapes and colors. it was of a woman with wings. thoughtful expression gracing the skin that overlapped itself. and my curiosity turned thick. It had more colors then what was on SilverStitch¶s suit. ³Halt.´ I silently grumbled but agreed. if we do. person.. seeing some yellow and green. and eagerness to see my worth to the town. I just need to speak with them first. shaky. and some happily greeted him and gave him a pat on the back. growing whichever way they chose. and we walked inside. but I didn¶t dwell on it very long.´ He grinned. It was a large brown stick. When we entered. I only wondered how it was possible. some crystal. and so I entered a little spherical purple one.´ He was almost trembling. but remained silent. I was much too used to being open spaces. Sure enough I found some colorful little beads in a crystal clear bowl. all ranging in shapes. I walked off again. I only walked along the blue bricks of the road. Only one caught my interest. going off on his own. She chuckled a moment. chuckling at those who wouldn¶t let go as easily. with one yellow circle earring wrapped with it. and color blends. and exciting. come back from the Monochrome¶s City with a new Creative from there. a face made of windows and plants. short. It was inevitable after my time in the Nothing¶s forest and the Black and White City. ³Wonderful«´ I silently awed the sparkling colors. as I turned to a withered.I nodded in interest. what was this sound? It was pretty. some watching me with fond and thoughtful stares. covered with a transparent purple cloth. and closed ones seemed to put me on edge. They silently spoke the emotion of fascination. ³You chose this? ³She motioned her hand to the stick and earring. you can enter. I looked around the little buildings. I just wish to come home and that¶s all. One was shaped like a silly bowl. some purples as well. ³What is your friend¶s name and color?´ the stern voice sharpened. looking to the staff. I noticed a large straight thing. before anything. fascinating me. Open the gates!´ the stern voice¶s orders were answered as the barred gate allowed us in. Some looked at me with curiosity. After a moment. which was an odd white. staring up to me with large glossy eyes. In one corner I noticed square houses that had shades of color nearly black. Soft tinkling sounds strummed around the room and drew me in further. SilverStitch was taking me to a tower. ³We can¶t rush it. I picked it up. I was almost baffled by this.´ I remembered my color well. I was eager to see the town. for I was too tired and this bed was quite soft. It was a female. All graced their beauty upon my eyes. I headed to the main room of the house. and then stopped. ³You must be the new color. others not. We can¶t see in the dark and tell the difference between a Monochrome and a Creative. sizes. tenderly rubbing my wrists. ³I¶ll see you in the morning Ayano. SilverStitch cleared his throat. and spoke out. ³I am SilverStitch. ³Alright then. One building was very pretty to me however. and unwrapped the purple cloth. Her hands were clasped together. ³I am Ayano. But my thoughts were broken by another voice. I shivered with delight. I looked around to see houses of all sizes. heading to the outside. then they might attack us. and I stared in awe. and male. I was confused.. III . Many waved to SilverStitch. I almost blushed at how pretty it was. everything was white! I wanted to ask him about it. and what is your color?´ The voice was stern. me an echo of his actions. and maybe even organic. looking around for anything of interest. seeing a candle-lit world with its own colors inside the slightly dreary room. and my color is Red. ³Like a moth to the flame. looking to the sky. Some weren¶t even shapes. and hopefully make more of the beautiful sound. I only nodded.
then nodded.¶ That was it. surprisingly. I hissed at the sensation. and new faces! And yet. I still had to ask him what that beautiful sound from my throat was! I hurriedly put the papers back.She smiled lightly. The papers were written with Monochromes that were being watched. He finally noticed me. ³Wait. but I could tell he was no good at it. and gestured me to follow him. I wonder. ³I wonder how that is«´ I mumbled quietly to myself. and tried to kill the first Creatives. And it was true. I avoided any contact with the outlined creatures the Monochromes had brought long ago. What a strange and uneasy name. not noticing I was right in front of him. which caused a reaction that caused me to become a Creative? I then noticed another paper.´ I suggested. I was slightly surprised they were capable of doing that. and he sighed. I made a small smile. I took off my little makeshift veil from the silky fabric. But then again. or even Canvas Town for that matter« And yet he looked the same then as he did now. they may have been trapped as well once. he was the creator of the Monochromes.´ He only made a blank expression. I only smirked as he rushed around. studying me a moment. asking others where I was. I have to find her. could there be spies within the Black and White City? Maybe I had seen one. IV . We made it back to our home. a long time before I even existed. the picture on the document was from ages ago. ³SilverStitch. Zernebog. fresh color. And he seemed very dangerous.´ I mumbled with fascination. The very first. she¶s still so young!´ I pretended to think a moment. I realized that I was starting to snoop around too much. Ayano. I headed to the house and I found SilverStitch not far from it. then finally pouncing upon me in glee. for free. it¶s me. I ended up wandering as well. µI will go and free them. Outside these walls were the world and an open Monochrome city waiting patiently to be emptied out of Creatives. was SilverStitch. so that the process could continue until the leader was left. What a strange person. that was a long time ago. A Monochrome report. ³I will give it to you. ³Let¶s go. and he wandered off again. leaving me alone with the silk transparent cloth. And that was all it wanted. and large stick. stealing from the Creatives. and had gotten to my destination much quicker.´ She left to a dark hallway. heading towards a room where a bunch of papers were scattered. yellow earring. His panic made him blind to the obvious. and by now they mostly made machines to go and scout the Limbo between The Black and White City and Canvas Town. I wish to see how may use it. new colors. Iwas quietly sneaking out from the walls of Canvas Town. Now that I knew a little more. and smiled at him. he nodded. curiosity taking over. and ran to find SilverStitch. coming up to me and pulled my arm. turning a bright red of embarrassment. on one called Zernebog. I had not taken much rest. According to the report. wrapped the silky cloth around me to cover my shoulders. just like me. Apparently. ³He seems so« un-aged«. then slipped past him. I studied the paper. Miss! Have you seen my friend?´ he worriedly fidgeted with his fingers. to say the least. ³Ayano! There you are! Don¶t ever run off like that again!´ he seemed furious. but picked one up. Running across the land to find my old home. The city silently loomed into view. My wrists started to burn at the sight of the paper. ³Please. I only put on the earring from the building before. this was the leader of the entire Black and White City. now I remember. I considered heading out to possibly see if I can learn more« I must find others like me.
smoke and black liquid sputtering out. wandering the streets for any life. there are too many in the Black and White City that need help. The large black robot clamped his cables onto my arms. A large arm and bucket was starting closer to me. I smacked it away with my stick. a bunch of zeros and ones flashing across a black screen. But as smooth as the sound was. my heartbeat sounded as if it had been magnified to the utmost degree. struggling against the robots. The other one sped off. I could just barely hear gears and wheels turning and oiled so perfectly there was no fault to make them squeak and run smooth. It started to glitch. It was scary. a large black robot. Soon enough the sound of more gears and wheels turning hit my ears. staring to the Black and White City.The Blank and White city was quiet on the inside. V . no! I could NOT go back. holding me tight as the grey robots stripped away my weapon. and I ran the opposite direction. Soon both turned to face me. but I had no power to save myself. Apparently there was a hump on the back. these streets look dead« So why hasn¶t anyone tried to escape like I have? Have they already found their colors? Or have they already given up and wish to remain Monochromes forever« ³It¶s so quiet. I had no idea of the use it had however. I walked quickly. Someone ten miles away could probably hear me. the color slithering back to its rightful place upon my staff.´ I mutter. no one was out. surrounded by 3 smaller grey robots approached me. Too late. and this is now. going to do as its programming had told it. now there are things coming closer and I had no time to react at all. I had lived in the Grey Mountains. I am prisoner once more. since I had always lived a bit outside the Blank and White City. ³I did that«´ I awe. but then inspect the machine¶s remains. and damn it I was going to help them! The houses look dead. But then again. and another one on the right. it was unfamiliar. causing some of it to turn white as my weapon¶s color splashed upon the unarmed machine. and probably didn¶t even dare to think about trying. my footsteps clinking against pavement. wanting to fit itself upon my head. I wonder if SilverStitch would even notice I had left a long time ago« Maybe he was looking for me now? Wait. ³Let me go!´ I scream. without even the ringing that would happen in my ears when it was too quiet. I ducked as the machine finally blew up. A little white robot patrolled the streets to my left. fitting to the bucket of the arm. But that was in the past.
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