Tuesday, December 26, 2006

Comedic short: Paranormal Researcher's Worst Nightmare
"Who's there?" Jane called out in to the blackness
No response.
"I know you're there. I can feel it." She tried bartering, "I just want to catch a glimps. You can do that right?"
Still no response.
"Fine, I'm leaving." Jane starts to walk off, "It's useless staying." The darkness doesn't disappear. She stops and looks around again. Still nothing. She shakes her head and gets on her way again.

Time passes, but there seems to be no end to the dark. What's going on? Jane wonders to herself. I tell ya, this sucks. First, I feel it, then I don't then it doesn't show itself, and now I'm traped in darkness. Damn those burritos. Jane screams nonsensical words but nothing answers.

Wait... What's that? Deep, quiet laughter is coming from the distance. Jane stops, something is approaching. Something big, round, purple... Purple!!!!! No it can't be. Jane starts to back away. It just can't be.

The creature is approaching fast, Jane can't get away. It's laughter louder and more grating on the ears. This isn't happening. The Purple, the green, that voice. But, no, no, NO!!!

The creature grabs her and tightly embraces her, "You know all everyone needs is a little hug." The purple dino whispers in Jane's ear, "I'm here to bring a smile to every one."

"Please, let me go." Jane cries.
"Only when you smile." The dino's chuckle is as creapy as ever.
Jane forced her best smile, "I'm happy, see."
The dino let go, "Remember to hug everyone when they are sad." The dino disappears.

Jane jolts awake, breathing heavily. Someone next to her in the bed rolls over and places his hand on her arm, "You alright honey?" He asks half asleep.
Jane smiles at him, "Yeah, it's just that Barney dream again."
"Scary."

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Friday, December 8, 2006

Comedic short: Flight of the Narcissist
"You are so pretty." Alan stared at the gorgeous god of a man that stared back at him, "You are my whole life. I could never think of loving anyone else."

Someone banged on the door to the room, "Sir!"

Alan ignored the voice, "Just ignore that man without love." He told the wonderous thing that still looked lovingly at him, "It's just you and me here. We are the only ones left in this world."

The person banged again, "Sir! You've been in there the whole flight and we are about to land. Please return to your seat!"

Alan sighed, "What a pain." He tapped the bathroom mirror, "I'll talk to you once we get to the hotel." With that he left the plane's bathroom and returned to his seat feeling very dejected.

NNM
Yeah, it's kinda like that
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Wednesday, November 22, 2006

I like big....................... Did I ever tell you I like the Goo Goo Dolls alot
The past, the present, the future. Why do they exist? For as long as history has been written time has been divided as such. So then what of me? An existence outside of time. My first memory is of the time I awoke on the carriage to Galton. I was not young, nor was I old. I was as I am now. Where then exists my childhood?

Humans are conceived by other humans; they mature in the womb of the female mate; and then are born as an infant. That infant slowly grows into a child where they start to interact with the world. As the child grows, learns, experiences, they create memories. These memories are considered the past by that child and the parents. Then the child grows into a man and the cycle of experience once again occurs. This too is called the past. Then the man grows old and again this too is the past. Where then is the present, the future?

Maybe I cannot see it; maybe I’ve grown numb to the passage of time. I remember asking a young scholar a similar question. He looked long into his drink before looking me in the eyes. “Time is at the mercy of the prospective of the observer in question.” He said, still dazed in thought, “The one experiencing that time sees things different than the one watching. Say that man over at the bar talking with the lady of the night.” He pointed over to what looked like a vagabond talking with a galled faced women, “From his perspective, his coming to this bar is the past; while his courtship is the present.’ He laughed slightly, “What makes his future is what he thinks he will be doing with the lady later tonight.” The young scholar finished his half pint in one swallow, “But to us, who know not of how he got here, who could care less for what he is doing and who have other ideas of his nightly accommodations; has a different view of his time. You see, without the proper information, we cannot make a correct time line. As which history itself is and incomplete and most likely incorrect string of pasts.” Not soon after the scholar passed out and I left the bar.

So, if I were to think about this in terms of myself, my past began on that carriage. Who is to say that all men are born, if history has so many inconsistencies. My present must be what I write as of now; and my future must be what I hope for to happen next. My prospect of a job; small yes, but the bounty high. I must commend that scholar, though, because of what he said I can now laugh at the irony of this current present and future set. My future, and his future are linked, but my future will continue and he will no longer experience the present.

In the end, I may never find an answer to the question that has been etched into my mind; but there is one thing that I do know now, I’ll always have a future as long as I take away others’ present.



NNM
Happy Thanksgiving y'all ^_^
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Tuesday, November 7, 2006

Somethng new
I don't have much time to I'll leave it at this.

I found my old headset when I was going through my bags, so I figured I'd make some us out of it:
http://www.savefile.com/files/235613

All the file is is me reading this:

Cold blood pools around me. Crying. Why did it have to end this way? Will someone stop the crying. My body aches and my sight is blurred. I attempt to push myself up, only to find my right arm no longer works. Didn’t need it anyway. Flack clatters to the ground from my body. Ha. Pain shoots through my side. It seems that my arm isn’t the only thing that doesn’t want to work. I pull the metal shard from my side; blood spills to the ground. Where is that crying coming from?

I stagger to my feet and survey the area. No one survived, except me. As it always has been. I laugh quietly to myself as I feel the tingling in my right arm; the irony of it all. No matter where I go I can never seem to stop this. I should get out of here. The building is rubble around me; there doesn’t seem to be a way out. Why am I not surprised? I guess I’ll have to climb.

I make my way over to a large pile of debris; the blood on the ground sticks to my feet and makes a disgusting sound with each footstep. The bodies I step over all have the same fearful look etched in them. Can’t blame them. I fall against the pile as I step over the last body and try to catch my breath. My side may have healed, but my lung will take a bit. I roll over and grip the rubble. Well, here I go.

Bit by bit I make my way up through the different floors. There were more people in here than I thought. No one’s alive though. My chest burns as my good lung tries to keep up with the demand for oxygen. Damn it! Hurry up and heal! I arrive at the top floor in time to see a faint light shining through a crack on the other side; only to watch it disappear a moment later. I guess it’s not over yet.

With in minutes, the wall is blown away and men in black environmental suits charge in. They shine their lights at me and speak words I don’t understand. I glare back at them with a grin on my face. I need to find a new home, but they are in my way. I scream with joyous rage as I lung at the group. I’ve found the crying, and it’s theirs.

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Saturday, November 4, 2006

I live!!!!!
Yes that's right. I ain't been killed yet.

I work night shift, so it makes it easier to talk and all. Well that is when I get a connection.

To commemorate this I shall post something.

Her body felt heavy, pain crawled over it when she breathed. What happened? Junsei slowly opened her eyes; this is not her room. She tried to sit up but the pain was too much. Her eyes moved about the ceiling searching for a point of reference. I’m on the Raven. Why? She turned her head to the side, her breath caught in her throat. Ayumi!

Her friend lay on a bed next to hers, the medical read out above her head showed she was in stable condition. “Ayumi?” Junsei called to her, “ Ayumi? Can you hear me? ” Her friend didn’t seem to hear. Why? Why is she here? Junsei worked her way to the edge of the bed and used the wall to help herself to her feet. Her legs were slow to answer her needs and she fell to the floor. Her friend still didn’t move. “Ayumi?” Junsei called again. It’s my fault. The thought came as sudden as the tears. It’s my fault she’s here. Because I choose to fight, she… The tears fell steadily down Junsei’s cheeks, Because I was her friend. If I wasn’t, she wouldn’t be here right now. “What happened!?” Junsei cried out loud, “What couldn’t I stop it!?” She just couldn’t remember.

She tried to stand again, this time the wall was enough to support her. Weakly, she walked to the sickbay exit; glancing slightly at her friend’s quiet body, she left. Where should she go? She limped down the empty hallway, still no clear destination. Where? “I don’t know what to say, sir.” She could hear some people talking around the corner. “We’ve known she isn’t human, but you never told us that she isn’t from here.” Who are they talking about? “The truth is,” Dad!? “when we found her, I checked every possible match set I could, but came up with nothing. I never said anything because, it shouldn’t have mattered. She is my daughter, her origins are of no concern to me.”
“She’s an empath.” Empath?
“I know. That’s how she knew the ship was being attacked. She’s always been quite apt at figuring what’s going on in peoples’ hearts. But when her friend got caught up in the fight, her rage built and fed on that of the enemies. She became like me.” Her father’s words seemed pained.

Junsei gripped her shirt over her heart as she walked away, My rage. “Omoikane, send me to that place.”
“Yes.”
The ship corridor faded from view and was replaced by the scene of an old church. Junsei fell against one of the broken pews. The air was cold and crisp, snow fell through the crooked door and broken ceiling. The church was dimly lit by the light that shown through the stain glass windows. She looked up towards the altar; the cross that once hung had fallen years ago and now lay broken behind the sacrament. It was just like two years ago when Mother brought her here. Since then, she has come when she wished to hide from the rest of the world.

Junsei sat down in the pew and put her face in her hands, “Why did this have to happen?” She waited for a response, “Why don’t you ever say anything to me? I held myself up while my dad was gone. I didn’t cry when Mom did. I was strong for her.” She looked up at the cross, her eyes red with sorrow, “I’ve done every thing you wish of us! Why won’t you talk to me!? Is it because I am not human?” Junsei looked away, clutching the hem her gown, “I though your love had no limits. I though you were there for anyone in need. Is it because I fight? Do you wish that I stop fighting? I’ll stop!” Junsei cried to the figure painted in the window, “Just tell me what to do. Tell me what to do and I’ll stop.” She slipped to the floor, the snow soaked through her clothes, “So please, tell me. I don’t know what to do anymore. I just want to be normal. I just want to go back to being friends with Ayumi.” She curled up as she lay down, “But I can’t, can I. Not after what I did. Not after what she saw. She’s probably frightened of me. I don’t blame her, I would be too. My hands are covered in blood.” Her body shivered as she cried, “Just take me away. I don’t want to be here anymore.” In the silent cold of the church, Junsei slipped into slumber. Just take me away.

Warmth. Gentle warmth. Junsei could hear someone’s heart beat as they held her, gently stroking her hair. The person wiped away her tears as they fell. She slowly opened her eyes. The darkness of the church shadowed the person’s face; his long hair shifted in the light breeze that flowed through the broken window. “Why?” The person didn’t answer, he just continued to stroked Junsei’s hair, “Why aren’t you mad? Why don’t you hate me?”
“Why would I?” The man answered softly.
Junsei embrace the man and squeezed him tight, “Daddy. I’m so sorry. I tried so hard to be the perfect daughter for you. I tried so hard not to cry. I…”
“Shh.” Vermillion returned the embrace, “I never once thought you weren’t perfect. I’m very proud of you, little one. So very proud.”
“Proud?” Junsei’s asked through her weeping.
“Yes. Proud that you have become so mature. To love, and to be loved. To accept the harsh feelings of someone and to look back at them with kind eyes. To fight for your friend. To risk your life in order for everyone to live. It seems I have nothing left to teach you.”
“But she probably hates me now.” Junsei looked at her father, she could make out a faint smile.
“The girl who was with you?”
“Ayumi. Because of my selfishness, she almost died. I can still remember the fear in her eyes. It wasn’t the enemy she pointed at. It was me.”
“I wouldn’t be so sure.”
“Why?”

Vermillion held out his hand and motioned towards the entrance. A small figure stood in the aisle. Junsei sat up and turned to look at it. The person held the bottom of their coat, looking at the ground. “Ar…Arigato.” The girl bowed and turned towards the exit.
“Ayumi?” Junsei stood up. She could see that Ayumi was trembling.
“ I just wanted to thank you for saving me. ” She started to walk away.
“ Wait! ” Junsei stepped down from the alter, “ Please. ”
“ I am scared right now. ” Junsei bit her lip as tears started to fall to the ground, “ When you came for me, I could here you yelling. ” Ayumi’s voice was quiet and Junsei could tell that she was trying not to cry, “‘Let go of her. Let go of my Ayumi.’ At the time, I didn’t understand your English. I just heard my name and saw the look in your eyes. I remember seeing it somewhere else. The day we became friends, when I insulted your family. You love your family so much, and yet… ” Ayumi started to cry, her body shook as she gasped her breaths, “ And yet… I was so scared. You were so angry at me. But then you smiled. ” Her legs felt weak, she fell to her knees. Junsei wanted to go to her but hesitated as Ayumi started to speak again, “ It was such a warm smile. Why? Why did you smile? ” Ayumi continued to tremble as she cried; she put her face in her hands muffling her cries, “ Why did you laugh? Why won’t you answer?”
“Ayumi, I…” Junsei clinched her fists, “ I’m sorry. ”
“ I’m scared that you won’t smile like that again. Scared that you won’t go back to being the Junsei that became my only friend. ” Ayumi stood up, and wiped the tears from her face, “ So please, ” She turned around and looked at Junsei, “ Please smile again. Let me know that you haven’t changed.”
“Ayumi.” Vermillion pushed Junsei forward, she staggered as she caught her balance, “ I’m sorry.” She embraced Ayumi and dug her face into her shoulder, “ I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to get you involved. I never wanted you to see that side of me. I’ll smile, okay. I’ll smile. Just don’t stop being my friend. ”
Vermillion placed his hands on the girls’ heads, “ Are we good? ” They nodded, “ Good. Omo-chan, take us home. ”

Ayumi stood quietly at the side of Junsei’s bed watching her sleep. “Ayumi-san.” She turned around, Vermillion stood in the doorway, “ Let her be. ” She nodded her head and walked out of sickbay. Vermillion smiled, “ You’re probably hungry. ”
“Hai.” Ayumi followed as he led her down the corridor.
“Thank you.”
“Hai.”
“ I called your parents, told them that you’d be a bit longer. I figure they shouldn’t have to worry about it right now, so I haven’t told them what’s happened. ”
“Hai.”
Vermillion laughed slightly, “ How do you expect Junsei to smile when you can’t yourself? ”
“ Sorry. ”
They got onto the lift, “Deck 7.” The lift started to move, “ Don’t be. ” The lift stopped and the two got off.
“ How long will she be in there? ”
“ Till her blood is clean. So, probably late tomorrow. ”
“ What’s wrong with it? ”
“ In order to fight as long as she did, she needed some help. It’s a solution I mixed for myself, so it will only completely work for me. She may have been able to get the energy she needed, but it destroyed her blood in the process. ” Ayumi bit her lip and tensed up. Vermillion rubbed her head, “ I already told you it wasn’t your fault. ”
“Hai.”
Vermillion laughed as they reached the dining hall, “ So what do you want, little one? ”
Ayumi smiled, “Soba.”
“Sounds good.”

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Saturday, October 21, 2006

Oh, hell yeah!
I don't know what this means, but it makes a song for a great AMV

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Hubba hubba zoot zoot
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Deba uba zat zat
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A-hoorepa hoorepa a-huh-hoorepa a-num num
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Deba uba zat zat
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A-hoorepa hoorepa a-huh-hoorepa a-num num
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Deba uba zat zat a-num num
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Deba uba zat zat a-num num
A-hoorepa hoorepa a-huh-hoorepa a-num num
A-hoorepa hoorepa
HAH
A-huh-hoorepa a-num num
A-num
Hubba hubba zoot zoot
Deba uba zat zat a-num num
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Deba uba zat zat a-num num
A-hoorepa hoorepa a-huh-hoorepa a-num num
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HAH
A-num num
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Hubba hubba zoot zoot
A-huh zoot a-huh
Deba uba zat zat a-num num
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A-hoorepa hoorepa a-huh-hoorepa a-num num
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A-hoorepa hoorepa a-huh-hoorepa a-num num
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A-hoorepa hoorepa a-huh-hoorepa a-num num
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A-num
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Hubba hubba zoot zoot
Hubba hubba mo-re mo-re
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A-hoorepa hoorepa a-huh-hoorepa a-num num
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Tuesday, October 17, 2006

I have a proposal
For those who want, I have a contest of sorts.

I have set up a scene, but no character or real situation. The contest is to complete the scene. PM me if you wish to try and I'll send you my email so you can send me the finished product.

It Begins:

The bright afternoon sun flooded the crystalline fields below, creating a dancing sea of transparent green. Up at the top of the cliff the soft grass stretched off to the edge of the town, disappearing beyond the houses. A light fall breeze blew along the stretching grass, bending it gently to the ground. Birds flew over head singing songs of the coming storm, which was only a few days away. The laughter of children rode the breeze to any listening ear. The air was full of amazing scents that tantalized the receiver with their gentle words of hunger.
The town was calm and moved at a easy going pace. Its people care not the passing of time but more for the things they were doing. Every smile bright, every laugh full and hearty; their love radiated out into the heavens and was captured by the stars so they could shine on forever. The children played nonsensical games with one another; each as fun and engaging as the next. Once in a while an older kid would join the younger ones and their game became even the better because now they could play longer.
The day slowly came to a close; the sun began to hide beyond the sea of transparent green changing it to a dancing array of rainbow ribbons that disappeared into the sky. The red ribbed clouds gently blanketed the darkening sky. One by one the many stars revealed their light; one by one the houses lit theirs. The crickets that swan in the grass played a calming melody that told all that night had come. The breeze now carried the smell of night, the soft and cool smell of nature herself.
Below the cliff now lies a vast field of night. The crystals took in the sky and spread it among each other. The red moon hung low in the eastern sky, its rusty rays painted the white shadows made by the moon that stayed high in the night sky. The laughter of the town had died down and was replaced by the quiet sounds of reflection. They sit together at their houses talking of the day gone by and of the day to come. They laugh still, sometimes, but only to the memories of the day. The young children lay down to rest while the older ones lay back and lose themselves in the sea of stars.
‘A wonderful day,’ some would say. ‘The best day ever,’ other might say. But for some, it was just another day, just another disappointment.

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Friday, October 13, 2006

Le sigh
I got an email from a friend back home, I missed another NDK, and from the sounds of it, a good one. To musical guests, one the gets my kawaii sense tingling and one a piano artist. *sigh* I've missed like 3 so far since I've been in my current assignment. If things go the way I forsee, I'll miss next years as well. I miss conventions. All those other Otakus, other people who don't think that Anime is just porn and pokemon.
Not that I've never watched either, it's just not something I own in any quantity. ^^;

*sigh* I'm a busy person when it comes down to the big picture. And hopefully I'll stay a living person.

*Inaudible scream* I MISS REAL FOOD!!! I MISS SUSHI!! I MISS STEAK!!!
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!

I've been thinking that whenever I get home and go back to livin on my own, I need to learn how to cook. This is hard; while I have a good taste in food, I am incapable of getting the right mix of spices and what not. The best I can do are different types of omlettes or scrambles that I think up, altering some frozen food, or mac n cheese.

I feel so hopeless.

*sad nya*
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Wednesday, October 11, 2006

The future
Things have changed and I will be heading to a new location soon. Where I'll be going I can't say, but I know I won't have much access to net for a few months.
It sucks, since I just Like started here not too long ago, but, it's my job, so I must go.
I've still got a bit of time before I leave, can't tell you when either. The best way to tell is whether or not I've commented on your site at all for a week.
I'll do my best once I am gone to try and post and/or drop by sites but I can't geronty anything. The best I can do is ask not to be droped from your friends lists.
War's hell. And I don't even get a T-shirt.
I ask again not to be dropped from your friends lists.

Anyway, without further adu, I will post something I came up with today in light of the recent events.

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Howling wind sweeps across the pale, barren land. The sound of footsteps break through the wind; one person, no, wait, two. They race each other. I count down the seconds till they reach my line of sight; 10, 9, why am I out here, 6, 5, is this really my battle, 2, 1. I lick my lips and pull the trigger. The blast rings in my ears as I watch the lead man fly back as the bullet shatters his skull. The other man searches through the dust to find the cause.
But I am not there, I must keep moving. I run, hunched under a worn cloak, to a different position to await the other. I can hear the light rustle of gear as the man closes in behind me. I turn and aim at the distorted figure; who will pull the trigger faster, I wonder. We stare at each other, unmoving, silent. My heart races, my mouth dry; is this it?
An immeasurable amount of time passes, yet still we sit poised to kill. Why are we out here? A smile crosses my face, I know now. I stand up and look at my enemy level in the eyes. He’s trembling, scared of me, or of death. But I have something the young man doesn’t, a hole. The blast echoes across the plains and the man falls to the ground, blood seeping from his chest.
I stand over him and watch as his life slowly drains away. Laughter echoes in my head; my laughter. That is why I am out here, that is why I fight a battle that is not mine. The man weakly reaches for something in his pocket; I squat down and reach in for him. It is a picture, family most likely. I look at him, my face contorted in twisted pleasure, “Such a pretty family. It must pain you that you will never see them again.” The man gasps for breath in answer, “But I’ll be kind and send them your way soon enough.” I take out my zippo and light the picture on fire, “Once I find them that is.”
The man sobs his last few breaths and falls silent into death. I search over his body looking for anything of value, but find nothing. I take his ammo, his knife, and what little rations he has. It is a long journey to the next town; I look at his ID and sigh. He lived across the border, I guess I can let it go.
The sand grates as I stand back up and step over his body. I wonder how long it’s been since I’ve slept last. Putting one foot in front of the other, I start back on the path I had chosen. I hope I can find work there, I get nothing from these pleasure outings.
My ears perk at the sound of an engine; maybe I won’t have to walk. It is close. I begin to run toward the sound, my legs lack balance and I almost trip a few times. I’m getting closer, I should be able to see it. I raise my weapon, ready to kill the driver. The vehicle seems to shake as I run, staring through the weapons sight. I pull the trigger and watch as the passenger tries to steady the sudden change in situation. I fire again, the passenger crashes back into the side window; into his own brain matter.

Dust trails behind me as I drive off to the town. This kill was more rewarding. Not only did I get a truck, put also some cash. I love this, all this pointless killing. I don’t know why, couldn’t care less either. I think war is only kept alive because of people like me. As long as I have a job, that is.

***
Thank you and I'll do my best to make sure that you know I am alive once in a while.
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Wednesday, October 4, 2006

I can't remember but I think I might have
I might have posted this before but where it sits is different. It is meow at the begining of the mewest chapter as a memory. (I make these long, don't I)

The shuttle's slow decent through the dark clouds was announced by the lightening that flowed within. "It's pretty." Salvo commented watching a long ladder light up in front of the window.
"Scares the hell out of me." The pilot said as he steadied the shuttle when it left the storm system.
"To each his own, I guess." Finally some rain has come.
"Where would you like to be dropped off?"
Salvo looked out over the town, "Anywhere is fine."
"Can do." The pilot picked a small open spot near the edge of the forest, "I'll just hover here, so make it quick." He opened the shuttle door, the hard rain crashed into the outer door trying to make it in.

"Thanks a lot." Salvo bowed and flew out of the shuttle. He turned in time to watch it rise back into the clouds. Damn this feels good. Salvo hovered above the trees letting the rain soak every inch of his stiff body. What now? My current activity is all and good, but it is not meant for long. He looked over the forest, smoke seemed to be rising from a small building near the, still under construction, municipal building. Oh, right. It is a temporary masonry. Why the town decided to build this place in the old fashion way, he did not know, but they were and it would seem they are even doing it in the rain. Might as well check it out.

Salvo slowly glided over the tree tops towards the smoke. Lightening struck off in the distance, nice. He circled the foundation a few times to size up the progress; it looked almost finished. The ground sunk around his feet as he landed by the main entrance, some of the lights were on. He checked the door, it was unlocked. "Excuse the intrusion." Salvo said as the door closed off the rain behind him. He ran his hand through his matted hair, water poured from it. He cracked his neck and started to explore. The place didn't look that bad, it had a sorta civil look to it, modern and original founders type civil. The lights lined the halls in sconces, flooding it a yellowish hue. He took a left from the entrance hall, a few pictures lined this new hallway. He checked the few rooms that were off to the sides. Each was about the size of a typical office, all painted a pale white (or at least that's what it looked like in the light from the hall).

What was that? Salvo turned around believing he heard footsteps. Now there was laughter. "And then she said, 'I was wondering where all that hair went.'..." Right and... A man poked his head around the corner at the other end of the hall, "Hey, you looking for someone?" The man asked coming into full view. From his attire, and the gear around his waist, he was most likely a capital guard, "You hear me kid?"
"What's up?" Another man who was still out of view asked.
The guards looked back slightly, "I'm not sure, sir. There is a young child standing by one of the offices looking at me strange."
"Does he look threatening?"
"Hard to tell, sir."
Salvo blinked away a few stray water droplets, "Just looking around. I saw the lights on so I figured it should be okay."
"Yeah I guess it's fine. What do you think, sir?"
The other man came around the corner, "Oh," he laughed slightly, "That's just Lesone's boy."
Salvo bowed, "Majest."
The Majest waved away the bow, "You should know that I hate formalities by now."
"Dad always taught me to have good habits that die hard."
"I remember he told me that once." The Majest walked up to Salvo, "So what made you finally decide to look around at this place?"
"Saw the smoke," Salvo shrugged, "Other than that, I couldn't say."
The Majest smiled, "So what do you think so far?"
Salvo went across the hall to another room, "I think it will be all right when it is finally finished."
The guard walked up and looked into the room, "Just all right?"
Salvo shrugged.
"Mind if I ask you something kid?"
"Sure."
"Is it true that on a few occasions you've found and fought Narcissian soldiers?"
"Yes." Salvo cocked his head, "Where did you hear these rumors?"
"From a few different field units."
"Probably the ones who found me each time."
The guard leaned against the door jam, "What reason could a kid like you have for fighting?"
"Couldn't tell you that either." Something felt odd, Salvo looked down the hall to both sides, "Is there only two of you?"
"Last I checked." The guard looked towards the entrance hall, "Why you ask?"
Salvo tried to shake away the feeling, "Whispers." It was getting stronger. He went down on all fours and sniffed the air.
The guard laughed nervously, "What are you doing?"
"Tracking." Salvo closed his eyes, "Now shhh." The rain outside, the breathing of the Majest (slightly elevated), breathing of the guard (also elevated), a floor board creaked. The board; Salvo turned around. Nothing but the sea of yellow.
"Kid if you are going to keep acting..." The guard stopped as the lights went out. Lightening cracked outside temporarily lighting the surrounding rooms. The guard tensed up and took out his pistol, "Get in the room, sir." He took the Majest by the arm and led him into the room on the left side of the hall. He looked back out into the hall, "Hey kid?"

Salvo was crouched close to the ground and didn't hear the guard. It was close. He launched off on all fours down the hall to the entrance way. Lightening cracked again, the dark shadows came and went. Salvo shifted his eyes to a cat's for a better view. He went farther down the hall and turned into what looked like a dining room. The chairs cast a deceiving shadow with the flashes of white light. That smell, I know it. He is in here with me. Something cut Salvo's arm, he looked at the ground near by, a throwing knife. He stood up to get a better view, every thing looked a grainy grey. No! He turned around. "Peek a boo." Salvo jumped back as the boy went to strike. He clasped against one of the chairs, his chest throbbing in pain. This can't be happening. He was dying, his blood flowed steadily from the gash in his chest. "Thought you had gotten rid of me." The boy's face sneered eerily as lightening struck near by, "Our little game of cat and mouse is finally over. It would seem I've won."
Salvo tried to stand straight but fell almost limp to the floor, "I'm not dead yet, Arcon." He pushed himself into a sitting position, "And you'll never make it out of here."
"Ha!" Arcon leaned against a chair, "You are dead, can't you just feel the life blood flow from your every cell."
"Hey kid! You in there?" The guard yelled as he entered the room.
Arcon turned to face the guard, "Yes he is, but not for long." He threw a knife at the guard, catching him in the leg.
"Shit!" The guard took the knife out and steadied himself in the doorway, "Where did he go?"
Salvo fell back against the chair that caught him the first time, "He is after the Majest." He coughed up a bit of blood, his breathing fast and raspy, "Get back to him."
The guard limped over to Salvo and knelt, "It's okay back up is on the way." He moved his hand slowly down Salvo's chest, "Oh god, hold on kid." Is this really it? I guess it was all pointless in the end, "Hey kid, you in there?" All that work for nothing, all those promises that will never come. "Come on kid." The guard fell limp by Salvo's porcelain body.

Arcon looked into Salvo's vacant eyes, "No doubt about it, I win." No you haven't, I'm still alive, surprisingly. I will get you, I think. Funny how it doesn't hurt any more. I wonder if the power is back on yet. That would help the back up. Yeah, they need it. Too bad I'm too sleepy to help them. That's right, sleep now. I'll handle the rest. Who are you? Sleep. Okay.

Arcon was crouched in the corner of the dark auditorium, he just couldn't help but be proud. Yeah he missed out on his main objective, but that pesky cat was finally out of his way. Three times the cat stopped him from killing his target, and another two times just to annoy him. But he has won the war. Now all he needed to do is get out of this stupid building. It was only a matter of time till they find all the dampeners and their weapons will be functional again. Luckily Dad has taught him some useful old war tactics. I mean who would ever think that a nine year old boy would know how to kill efficiently.

Oh, they are near by. Arcon took out another knife as two guards entered the auditorium. The absolute darkness of the room would make it difficult for either party to get a clear shot. The guards turned on their flashlights, the beams scanned slowly around the room passing by Arcon's hiding spot. Ah yes I could do that. He put away the knife and took out the flash grenade he took from the guard in the dining room. He pulled the pin, 1, 2, 3, he hurled it towards the guards. It exploded in mid-air; Arcon ran to a new spot hidden by the blinding cover. He bit down on his hand to muffle his breathing. The guards were recovering from the light. Clear shot, Arcon shifted on his heels as he aimed at one of the guards. Bingo, a hit. The guard went down, the other one fired in the direction the attack came from. A stray bullet grazed the edge of Arcon's cover.

There was a loud thump, Arcon hesitated before peeking around the edge of the overturned table. Both of the flashlights looked like they were lying motionless on the ground, neither guard seemed to be standing. The hairs on the back of his neck shot straight up as a low, eerie laughter started to echo in the room. Arcon couldn't move, he was frozen in terror; he knew the voice. The laughter grew louder and more maniacal, "Al tret mia des." Something started to scrap on the ground, something metallic. Oh god, he had forgotten in the fun of the chase. He had dropped his sword somewhere in here. "Al tret mia des." The voice repeated even more sadistically.

Summing up as much courage as he could, Arcon laid down flat on the ground and started to crawl toward the exit. "Al tret mia des." The voice said as it slashed at some object in the dark. What the hell is going on? Where are the other guards? "Al tret mia des." A chair flew overhead and crashed into the nearby wall with an echoing clash. The rain grew harder and started to cause a light, constant drumming noise to resonate in the large room. The voice laughed again as it cut down another object close by. The doors to the room closed, Arcon recoiled into a small nook in the wall. His whole body shook in unspeakable fear, the knives slipped around in their pouch because of the cold sweat. It was now completely dark in the room, the guard's flashlights had been thrown against a wall. "Al tret mia des!" The voice called from the stage, "Le rogus mosu." It laughed and then fell silent.

Arcon could taste blood as he bit down on his hand. His heart beat loud and hard and he wished it would just stop so the thing would not find him. There was no way out now, this was truly the end. But how had this happened, he had everything perfectly planned; it should have worked. Where are the other guards? The lights came on in a blinding instant. Oh god, just don't move. It might not know where I am. "Boo!"
"AAAAAA!" Arcon screeched as he pushed past the creature. This is not happening, "Aa." He tripped over one of the mutilated objects. He turned around, his legs locked. The creature slowly staggered towards Arcon, dragging the sword. "You are dead!" Arcon screamed at it.
The creature's blood painted face smiled viciously at Arcon, its fangs peeked over its lip. Blood stained sheets were wrapped tightly around its chest to hold it together. Its blood soaked hand stuck slightly to the work bench as it steadied itself. It squatted down in front of Arcon and stared deep into his trembling eyes. Its eyes were like a void, everything it looked at seemed to get sucked in; but Arcon couldn't look away. It smiled again, "Imar les tobi go." Its head fell limp on its shoulder, "Ebek?"

The doors to the auditorium crashed open and three guards rushed in. The creature stood abruptly and turned to look at the group. It sneered as they raised their weapons, "Don't move!" One of them shouted.
The creature growled and crouched slightly, turning the blade in its hand.
"Drop your weapon!"
The creature screeched and rushed towards the guards. They fired, the creature dodged the first borage. It started its advance again, a fourth guard hit it as he entered. It fell to the ground limp.

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