*Bring*Bring*

A man tosses and turns at the noise of the phone.

*Bring*Bring* He grabs the pillow and wraps it around his dark brown hair and freckled ears encasing them in warmth and muffled noise. The phone just gets louder and louder echoing through the cushioning and slipping into his brain.

 “Oh alright already!!” yells the man as he jerks himself into a seated position on the single queen bed. 

The covers fall into his lap as he leans forward to pick up the noisy communicator. The black sleeves fall to his elbow as his toned arm extends: inching closer towards the white wired hotel phone. His long scarred fingers follow the air waves of vibration that pulse with each ring. The eyes float to the notification bar reading the number as {Private Number} that runs across the tiny solar panel like screen. *click* The phone comes towards the man`s childish face.

 “This phone call is your wake up call that was requested by Rosewel of Hiltonburg.” said the femine voice on the other end. *click**er* ‘End of call’*

 “Alright then. What do you have for me today ‘Rosewell’?” said the young man staring at the hotel ceiling fan as if he expected it to answer. Silence stirred the air. 

“Time for Operation End The World now,huh? Who would have thought that today would be the day? Lucky for me I am always on the good side huh?” thought the shaggy haired young man. 

“ Well I guess I need to get ready to go to high school all again.” 

_ Woah did this guy just say go to highschool AGAIN. You are right. Go ahead and reread it if you don`t believe it. I’ll wait.   Ok so here is the part where I introduce myself since I so rudely interrupted earlier. I am the man that has been described in this passage with the scarred fingers and freckled ears and such. But I go under many aliases to keep the world safe since my real name could literally call a full army from literally anywhere. So I guess you could say that everyone hates me or is out to get me. Well in a sense yes because of the bounty placed on my head in many countries. But it is also because of the “Operation End The World” I am the only person legally, besides Jesus, to do this very mission in order to bring the world to a safer state of mind. That is at least what I believe I am supposed to be doing. So if anyone asks I am Roman Fytr (my publishing alias) and also a good name in general. Back to your regularly scheduled program of The OP__ 

The man stands up and stretches while releasing the tension filled waves of chills that flowed down his spine. The black VOID t-shirt wrinkled in more prominent ripples and flowed in every direction as he moved. The journey was an all too familiar routine that stared back at him in the face from his olden days reminding him of his old rush he had to experience for 12 years of his educational career. His weighted feet spread with each step as he walks towards the small hotel bathroom. He leans over the sink staring at his face. The face stared back with eyes that sparkled yet were dull. They had withheld many sights behind those oval curtains, processing his life and the lives of others going their separate ways. The eyes were many colors at different points in time but the true eyes that remained were a tealish blue surrounded by a speck of brown and petals of yellow encapsulated the pupil making it look like a sunflower. But today the sunflowers wouldn`t get to feel the warmth of the sun for a cloud was to cover them to keep them safe. The left eye turned into a hillside of greenery while the right was an amber colored that reminded the man of honey and maple syrup running together. Now the sunflowers were protected. But the face still needed work. The bushy eyebrows were mowed down to a width of a wood pencil. While the freckles were covered by blankets of skin tone. All that remained was the tiny stubble around his mouth and under the Irish nose. Make up hid the black bags under his eyes making the face seem familiar but not right out recognizable. Lastly was the dye for his eyebrows that made him into a brownish haired ‘natural’ redhead. The remaining dye was stroked through his hair to make his hair an odd tone between a dark chocolate brown and a James Dean red…  *To be continued in the actual book... someday : )*