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Chap 1:A Good Man Breakfast​

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I wake up at 5 a.m

No alarm.

I’ve never needed one.

The sun still hides behind thick clouds.

My room – small, tiled with old grey squares and peeling paint like the skin of a drowned body – lies in the kind of dim light that chills bones.

And in that shadow, Max jumps out of the wall.

“Good morning, Elliot!” – he barks, tongue flopping, cartoon eyes glowing like car headlights.

“Today’s a perfect day to do something good!”

I smile at him.

Nod.

“Yes, Max.

Another perfect day.”

I step into the kitchen.

The fridge moans like it's grieving something.

But I don’t mind.

I’m fine.

I’m a good man.

I am.

Max hops on the table, followed by Lola, the little girl in the pink dress with shiny, oversized eyes.

She offers me a paper flower from a world that doesn’t exist.

“Are you hungry, Elliot?”

I nod.

“You’re going to save another one today, aren’t you?”

I pour milk into a cracked cup.

Break off a corner of burnt toast.

Charcoal and ash on my tongue.

I don’t complain.

In my mind, the animated show begins again – playing reruns of its own distorted logic.

Scene 1: A girl waits alone at the bus stop.

Scene 2: A monster looms behind her, faceless, black tendrils twitching.

Scene 3: I arrive, heroic, cape flowing, knife in hand.

I plunge the blade into the creature.

Scene 4: Applause.

Max claps.

Lola twirls.

"Another Good Deed by Elliot!"

I sip the last of the milk.

Wipe my mouth with the sleeve of a hoodie I've worn for four days.

“Let’s go,” I say.

“Time to save someone.”

The street is half-asleep, whispering traffic and dripping gutters like forgotten thoughts.

People walk by me without a second glance.

Ghosts with warm hands and cold eyes.

They call me strange.

They say I’m off.

But I don’t care.

I see the girl at the bus stop.

Exactly like in the cartoon.

Long coat.

Tired eyes.

Earphones dangling from one side.

The monster behind her looms, flickering like static.

Max whispers:

“That’s a soul-drainer.

If you don’t act now, she’ll be gone forever.”

My fingers curl around the folding knife in my pocket.

It twitches like it knows its purpose.

I sit on the bench, one space away from her.

“Morning.”

No response.

Lola murmurs:

“She can’t speak.

The monster’s taken her voice.

You have to help her, Elliot.”

I nod.

Smile.

My hand finds the handle.

“You’re a hero, remember?”

Max says.

“Do what heroes do.”

I rise to my feet.

Approach her.

The monster snarls.

No one else sees it.

She turns toward me.

Her eyes meet mine.

There is no fear.

Only confusion.

I raise my arm.

The knife halfway open.

A siren shrieks like a banshee through my skull.

I freeze.

The monster dissolves.

Max vanishes.

Lola’s image flickers, then dies.

The girl has run off.

I stand alone at the bus stop.

Knife trembling in my grip.

A cop car turns the corner in the distance.

I drop the blade.

Sit down slowly.

A voice inside my head sighs:

“You failed, Elliot.

You let her go.”

“You let it win.”

That night, I sit on the floor of my room.

Max reappears with a bandaged head.

Lola cries in the corner.

“Don’t be sad, Elliot,” she whispers.

“Next time… you’ll save them.”

I look up at the wall – a smear of dried blood from weeks ago still shaped like a stick figure, surrounded by smiling animals with hollow eyes.

I whisper back:

“Next time...

I’ll do better.

I am good.

I am a hero.

I am...”

“ME.”
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