Wednesday, November 19, 2008

   Another story i made, read at will.

I wish to tell you a story of a teenager, first though we must travel four hundred years into the future. I wish to take you to a place, a world that is covered in urban construction, white smooth buildings clear glass blue glass computers. Now I wish to take you down to a school. Now I wish to give you insight on your teenager, Maxiumus is his name; Maxiumus was never given a last name. How I know his name? Well I was there with him right at his waste tied to him every day of his life providing a cutting edge to his world. Maxiumus was a quite boy, did well in school had high grades, always listened to his parents, always tried to help others, always tried to give back then take. Maxiumus although he was lonely in life did meet a girl. This had made him very happy. His world lit up at the thought of a girl friend, someone to be with, someone to care and protect.
Maxiumus had much time on his hands, he preformed martial arts, worked out often, painted, played with guns, computers, metals and much more. Maxiumus was offered to go to a more advance school where he would be graduating college when he was 11, but he had turned down the offer for he had more emotional attachment to his friends then he cared to show. Maxiumus was a perfect being, but he gave to much one time. The girl he had met he felt very comfortable with, he had never felt the way he had with any other girl he had been with. Maxiumus told her of his abilities to try to impress her and she told him of herself so he could learn about her. This was Maxiumus’s grandest experiment in his life with no happy ending. Time went by and the happier and happier Maxiumus became with his girl friend. She could easily tame him with her blue eyes one glance was all it took to gain his attention. Maxiumus did not mind how much time he wasted with her he only cared to be with her.
Maxiumus slowly, put off school, his work, his parents, all for the girl. His world began to shift. Maxiumus had let the girl under every plate of emotional armor he had, just to let her know he cared. He did not fear her nor did he fear her leaving him. The world was perfect or so it had seemed. As stress built up from Maxiumus’s family and school and work he began to become unable to bare it. The very girl he had fallen in love with so madly had been taken away by her parents because she was caught smoking in the bathroom. Maxiumus had ever piece of himself stripped. His armor was torn and had no shelter. One day in his room he sat, he wrote on a crystal clear laptop, screens flew by and words where being typed in. Maxiumus had written a small poem, “I’m stone, I m Metal, I’m a soldier, I’m quite, I’m the silent wave of destruction, I’m the guardian, the warrior, I’m the soldier, and I’m diamond…” and so on went the poem for many lines. Maxiumus had gone to his father’s lab that night to work with all the chemicals his father had owned. He mixed and matched the rainbow colored fluids in the tubes and lead boxes in the white lit lab. The white tile shined as he pressed keys on his glass laptop. Maxiumus had made an alloy composite armor and blade with his father’s liquid metals and chemicals.
The following fall morning had set in, cold and saddened. Maxiumus had awake to his suit of armor sitting on the rack in front of him. The silver metal shined without a scratch as it was harder then lead but lighter then carbon fiber. With a completely smooth surface the armor held an un-earthly look. Maxiumus got ready for his day, placing his armor on and his tan trench coat over the armor to hide it. He tied his faithful blade to his waste, a long 24inch black blade in its sheath. He grabbed his gas mask and stuffed it in his bag and his helmet. Maxiumus thought of his girl friend as he took a deep breath in front of the mirror closed his eyes and left for the bus.
He told the bus driver that the blade was an artifact for a history presentation, which was half true, he did have a history presentation that day, but he did not do his work. At school Maxiumus entered and headed straight for the bathroom. Down a long hallway lined with white stainless steel lockers and perfectly smooth white floors and roofing to top it off. Maxiumus opened the door to the bathroom, to get ready for what would soon to become the most depressing day in the world for Maxiumus. He dropped his bag by the sink, looked in the mirror and breathed. Maxiumus was not gripped by rage, because of stress; he was gripped by energy and temptation, impulse without second thought. Maxiumus reached for his helmet and his gas mask. He placed them on without hesitation. He looked in the mirror again. He looked like he caused fear and that is what he wanted. He left the bathroom without his bag he gripped his knife and looked down at all the students in the hallway. One paused to look at him. He turned with his gas mask and black helmet and his tan trench coat. “You ok?” the boy asked. Maxiumus had looked at him for a second… quite… and then unsheathed his blade. The boy took a couple steps back. Max had slashed and stabbed the boy; blood flew across the floors, his coat, his helmet, his mask. The boy screamed, but was hacked to death. The other students ran and screamed. Max chased them like bunnies run from wolfs. He hacked and slashed hundreds of students. Society had bent the best and the best had bent society.
Maxiumus had come to the elementary school section. Two armored military combat suits stood in the way, loaded to the teeth with mini guns missiles and bulky armor of the Nightmare suits. The head of a suit turned to face him. “Stop” it yelled. Max did not fear death. He charged the suits. The second one had ripped open fire at Max, but the bullets merely rounded off as his armor had a positive magnetic field that Max did not mean to make. The other suit opened fire.
The bullets merely clouded Max’s vision, but he ran true. His blood stained coat ripped in the force and friction of the bullets. Max had gotten close enough to use his knife. He first cut the leg power lines on the mech’s and waited. The two suits fell to the ground and the pilots ejected out. Max ran after them and hacked them to a bloody mess. Max turned around to see his girl friend standing in the hall. He raised his blade, but halted.
Frozen by some unknown reason to him, his girl friend walked towards him. She un-blinking, none fearing approached the beast Maxiumus had become. She grabbed his blood covered hand wielding the knife, Maxiumus hand had relaxed instantly and the knife fell to the blood soaked slick white floor. She brought his arm down to her side. Maxiumus became confused. She unhooked his helmet. Sounds of mechs could be heard in the hallways nearby. Maxiumus did not pay attention to them, the world had faded away and all that remained was his girl friend. She grabbed his blood soaked gas mask and pulled it off his face. Maxiumus’s eyes wondered to her hands and noticed that they were covered in the blood he had spilt. She placed her hand on the back of Maxiumus’s head and leaned it in. Max focused on her blue eyes trapping him in. Maxiumus had kissed his girl friend for the first time, and the last time.
A bullet rounded into Maxiumus spine penetrating his armor. He did not stop kissing the girl. His eyes closed. He felt the blood ripple up inside him. He let her go falling to the floor, the world vanishing and fading into blackness with his girl friend as his last sight and her tears in her eyes. One tear ran down her cheek as Maxiumus closed his eyes for the last time, her rosy cheeks.

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