Love is Revenge’s Best Motivator

Zander is a noble general who is on his way to becoming the ruler of his country. The current ruler has allowed himself to be possessed by a demon. This has allowed him to rule with absolute authority in order to make the country stronger and expand its borders. Afraid of Zander’s eventual replacement of him, the ruler secretly orders some of the troops to allow Zander and his group of soldiers to die in the next battle and they do. Zander’s head is cut off and the rest of his forces are wiped out.

Unsatisfied with the destruction he’s caused, the ruler decides to go after Zander’s family. He sends a small loyal force of demonically possessed soldiers to his house and burns down the house. Zander’s wife, Prisca, tries to save their children but is caught by falling debris. Desperate to save her children, she cuts her trapped right arm off with Zander’s sword, however, she falls through the floor and is unable to go back up to where they were. She tries to find some way outside of the house to get upstairs, but the house collapses and her children and everything she has is destroyed.

Catching her in her shock, the demonic soldiers try finishing her off. Prisca does her best to fight off the assault with her singular arm, even though it is obvious that she is outnumbered and under skilled. The spirit of Zander comes down from the afterlife and fights off the demons for Prisca. His skills outmatch the demons as they can’t do anything against a pure spirit who is also skilled with a sword. Most of them retreat, but one manages to sneak up on Prisca. He carves the Chinese symbol for death in her left eye before being taken out by Zander.

Before being sent to Hell, the demon says, “You’re marked for death, Prisca! Other beings like me will be after you. There will be no rest for you until you die! Hahaha!”

Finally free from danger, for now, Prisca cries over the ruins of her family as it rains.

Zander tries comforting her by holding her. “Calm down. I’m here with you.”

“Some timing you have! Our children are dead!”

“I know. I saw them in the afterlife. I’m allowed here in the mortal realm to aid you in defeating our demonic ruler.”

“I don’t know if I can do this. I don’t even have my right arm. I can’t fight like I used to.”

“It’s okay because I’ll possess you to help you fight, but you have to allow me to do so when the time comes.”

“I still…”

“I’m here with you now. Remember that there’s nothing that can stop us when we’re together.”

Zander wraps and heals Prisca’s wounds. He then kisses her then holds her hands to make her feel his power and love for her.

He then says, “We’ll send that demon to Hell together and free our country from his control. I promise you that we can do this.”

Prisca breathes in deeply. “Okay. I trust you.”

“I knew you would. We have to hurry. Evil is heading our way.”

Prisca collects herself, sheathes Zander’s sword, and heads off in the direction of the capital city. Because of his efforts and rank, Zander was able to earn a nice house not too far from the capital. It’s a nice area with plenty of natural beauties to it such as rivers, flower beds, and good land to grow crops. Prisca can only look at it now as she says goodbye to it.

She says to Zander, “Do you remember those days when you were home from war? The days that we spent together enjoying each moment of being together as if it were our last?”

“How could I not? Those are some of my most treasured memories.”

“And what about our first time meeting? Doesn’t it count up there with them?”

“Of course it does. I didn’t know the day meeting you in the streets would end up like this.”

The rain, mud, and pain that Prisca is going through starts to harshly strike at her nerves.

“I need to hear more,” she says, “All of this is eating at my soul. I don’t know if I can survive it.”

“I’m here. Don’t-They’re here. Get ready.”

Zander possesses Prisca’s body. Despite missing an arm, she holds her sword as if she still had it. Zander’s spirit arm helps her hold it up and keep a proper fighting stance in the pouring rain. A shadow moves in the dark sly and silent.

“Be on your guard. I’ve imbued my sword with the ability to exorcize demons. Let me handle this,” Zander says as he helps Prisca move.

Because of the frail condition of her body and her weakened spirit, Zander is able to easily move Prisca even though he’s never possessed someone before. He’s never even fought a demon before, so he tries to be ready for anything. Meanwhile, Prisca’s thoughts are empty. She’s calm as she moves along with Zander. The two have never felt closer. As his thoughts flow through hers, she remembers his memory of being killed, the betrayal he felt, and his judgment by God.

“Now’s not the time to be remembering that, Prisca.”

Figures start forming out of the darkness with their arms formed into swords ready to slash at Prisca. Zander senses their presence when they form and immediately reacts and cuts them down. He slashes at the shadows at the ground and the ones that form into soldiers. Archers form out of the shadows and shoot at Prisca from a distance. Zander manages to dodge them and even deflects back at the other shadows.

Seeing that they need to step up their efforts, the shadows and darkness of the small farm town then converge to a single point to form a singular being. This large shadowy demonic creature is comprised of two legs, two arms, three tails, and three heads with demonic faces. Its body is full of faces who laugh at Prisca since they think she has no chance of survival. It then begins to throw rocks and chunks of the ground at Prisca that Zander miraculously manages to slash through. The creature then uses its large fists to squash Prisca, but Zander manages to slash through its fists as well. Seeing that the creature’s fist regenerate because of the shadows, Zander keeps cutting down its limbs. First, its legs go then its arms, heads, and then Zander cuts into the creature’s chest then thrusts his sword into the core of the creature. The moon regains its light as the monster is destroyed and its body disintegrates into the light.

The damage it caused is now clear as some of the houses in the small town have major damage done to them. Some of the farms and flower gardens are ruined while the houses have major parts of it missing. The sounds of agony, loss, and fear are heard from the people who have suffered the most. Prisca feels their pain along with Zander.

“What happened here was terrible, Prisca, but we have to keep moving, otherwise, we’ll only be bringing them more suffering…”

“…right.”

Prisca’s mind has gone numb after experiencing so much suffering in less than an hour. She moves without feeling into the nearby forest so that the demons don’t hurt anyone else. After a short walk, she rests underneath a tree to give her some protection from the rain. Zander releases himself from her body and heals whatever damage that was done to her during the battle.

He says, “This battle is going to take a lot out of us, but if we cooperate like we just did, then we can take down the ruler.”

“…”

“We did great. That nightmare of a creature didn’t stand a chance against us. I told you that there’s nothing that can stop us.”

Prisca starts to smile to Zander’s relief, but then she starts to laugh in a crazy way with tears falling down her face. She holds out Zander’s sword and thinks about taking her life.

“Prisca! Calm down!”

“That’s easy for you to say, haha. You’re going to Heaven with our children after this. I’m going to have to struggle to stay alive.”

“I know what you’re feeling.” Zander puts his hand on Prisca’s and the two feel each other’s feelings. “You can feel how worried I am about you. The pain I feel over the loss of the lives of our children and the way things have turned out for us, but there is hope for us. We can make it out of this if you trust in God and me.”

“If you say so.” Prisca kisses Zander’s immaterial face.

“I’m sorry. I wish I could kiss and hold you as well.”

“You’re going to have to make it up to when I die then. Tell God to hold you to it.”

Prisca uses the tree trunk to help her stand up before heading off to the capital.

“I’m not sure if I should be more or less worried about you now.”

“If I die, I’ll be with my family. If I don’t, I’ll be a hero. It’s a win-win if you ask me.”

“I don’t think you’ll become a hero. You will bring peace to the land though. One of my most trusted friends should be the next ruler since I had him trained to be in case, I suddenly died on the battlefield or an assassin took my life.”

“I’m glad you were prepared for that, but you weren’t prepared for twins. I remember seeing your shocked face and you being scared for weeks. How can a general who constantly stares death in the face be scared of two of the sweetest children ever?”

“I know more about warfare than caring for children.”

“It’s scary stuff, isn’t it?”

“I don’t know how you did it.”

“It’s because I loved my children and wanted to give my husband the best children possible.”

“I didn’t think you would fail me even for a second.”

The rain starts to slow down as something in the environment changes. Zander quickly possesses Prisca and assumes a fighting stance.

“What weird demon do you think is after us next?”

“I don’t know. I just know it’s dangerous.”

“Thanks for the obvious information.”

“Silence. It’s coming.”

The rainfall progressively slows down until it completely stops. Zander stops as he closely listens to any possible footsteps until he catches them that sound like a single drop of water. He slashes at, cutting the water in the air. It then starts to pour again.

“Did we get it, Zander?”’

“No.”

Prisca runs underneath a tree for cover from the rain. It then begins to thunder.

“Move!”

A bolt of lightning strikes the tree Prisca is near and almost electrocutes her.

“What are we going to do?”

“Dance like we did at our wedding.”

“Dancing with lightning. How romantic.”

“Concentrate!”

Lightning strikes all around Prisca as Zander helps her dodge around it. A direct hit is about to hit her, but Zander manages to slash the demon within it while protecting Prisca from the electrocution.

“That was amazing!”

“Did you expect anything less from me? The demon isn’t done with us yet.”

“What else could it throw at us?”

“Watch out!”

The demon takes the form of rain again and is falling upon Prisca. Zander tries cutting it, but it gets on Prisca anyway.

“What’s going on?”

“Prisca! The demon is on your body. You have to trust me and stab yourself with the sword.”

“Don’t trust that demon, Prisca! I killed the demon for you. It’s just influencing your thoughts to try to make you kill yourself.”

The voices sound the same so Prisca doesn’t know what to do.

“Zander?”

“You’re going to have to trust me! Stab yourself and I’ll protect you!”

“Don’t listen to its insanity. It’ll go away from your mind eventually.”

Prisca takes a chance and thrusts the sword into her chest. Before the tip of the blade can touch her chest, the demon releases itself from Prisca. Zander takes back control and quickly upward slashes the demon, sending it back to Hell in pieces. The rain stops pouring and begins to calm down.

“Thank you for trusting me,” Zander says.

“I’ve never not trusted you,” Prisca replies.

“Come on, let’s keep moving.”

Prisca makes it far enough into the forest to see the capital in sight. The rain finally dies down as her goal is nearly within reach. Zander removes his control from her body as the two travel along the deserted road.

“How did you know stabbing myself would release the demon from me?”

“It was honestly just a bold guess.”

“A bold guess?!”

Prisca tries hitting Zander with the hilt of his sword multiple times.

“You’re not hurting me.”

“I’m still getting satisfaction from this!”

“Come on, stop messing around.”

“Fine. Do you have a plan for me to get close enough to the ruler to cut his head off?”

“My friends and his garrison should be there guarding the castle. If I say something to them that they would know, they should let you in.”

“I’m not sure if it’ll be that simple.”

“I do have backup plans if that doesn’t work.”

“I hope so.”

“Hope that we don’t bump into any more trouble along the way.”

“I doubt we won’t. They have to know how close we are.”

“And here one is on cue. You didn’t hope hard enough!”

“I’ll hope more when we kill it.”

Zander possesses Prisca again as she assumes a fighting stance.

“It seems that my constant possession of you has allowed you to copy some of my skills.”

“Good. I’ll need them after we succeed.”

“At least you’re thinking positive now.”

The various rock formations and trees start shaking around her until she is lifted into the air just near the top of the rest of the trees in the forest.

“What is this, Zander?”

“It’s a turtle dragon. That demon must’ve let it rest here in case we got close to the capital.”

“Shadow demons, rain demons, and now this? Why not? We can take it!”

“That’s the spirit!”

Trees and rocks on the dragon start forming themselves into parasites and attack Prisca. Zander dances in between them and easily takes them out because of their large size. The dragon then turns its head completely around, extends it, and swallows Prisca. Inside the belly of the beast are the skeletons of its previous victims near treasure.

“What happened to these people?”

“Turtle dragons like these act like small tunnels with sparkling treasures in them to lure in greedy treasure hunters. Once inside, the travelers starve to death with the treasure they went through the trouble to get,” Zander answers.

“That isn’t going to happen to us.”

Zander cuts through the dragon’s stone interior, which does major damage to it. Its defense system of parasites try defending its inside to no avail. With his sword in Prisca’s hands, he cuts open the turtle dragon, killing it.

Prisca gets out of the corpse of the dragon and says, “If we can defeat that thing, then we can beat that demonic ruler.”

“We can, assuming he doesn’t have any tricks up his sleeve.”

“You said to have hope, right? Then let’s have hope.”

“You’re right. Let’s keep going. We’re almost there.”

Once she finally reaches the capital, Prisca grabs a cloak to not draw attention to herself. Zander then leads her to the entrance that her friend should be guarding. He finds him there and his friend recognizes Prisca.

“Prisca. It’s good to see you, but what happened to your eye? Why do you have death in it?”

“Because the demon you serve marked me for death after taking everything away from me. I’m here to avenge my husband and my children. Please let me through.”

“I know our ruler is corrupt but it is my duty to protect him. Zander would agree with me. I’m sorry.”

“Zander has helped me get this far. His spirit has given me his skills and strength.”

“Prove it.”

Zander possesses Prisca and says, “Move it you, fool or do I need to tell your soldiers about the paintings of your wife that you keep in your bunker? I’m sure it’ll boost troop morale.”

“Ah! Zander, you are here!”

“That’s right. Our ruler is completely corrupt and killed me because I was going to be the next ruler of this country. Move aside so I can dethrone him myself.”

“I will. Godspeed, brother.”

“Thank you. You will be the ruler in his place as planned. You can’t say we did this for you or else you will be executed for conspiracy and the assassination of the rightful ruler. Be ready when the time comes.”

Zander’s friend nods as Prisca walks away into the castle. She makes her way to the throne room where the demonic ruler is waiting with his sword drawn.

Zander says, “It’s over, demon! You killed me, but God has granted me revenge.”

“Zander, do you really think you can beat me by possessing your wife who only has one arm?”

“We do,” Prisca and Zander say in unison.

“Then your arms better make up for hers.”

Six arms with swords come out from the ruler’s back. Despite his disadvantage, Zander manages to keep up with the flurry of attacks and cuts off two of the extra arms.

“Gah! Impossible!”

“If you only knew the odds, then you’d know that it’s impossible for you to win.”

“Ahhhhh!”

Zander then cuts off another two arms then another two on both sides, which leaves the demon with his original two arms.

“Your reign is over.”

“Not by a longshot!”

An arm comes out of the demon’s mouth with a sword and cuts off Prisca’s other arm in an instant. She writhes in pain as Zander gets her to dodge the demon’s finishing blows. The demon then laughs as continues his assault.

“I’m not giving up yet!” Prisca says as she thinks of a plan that Zander allows her to execute.

She slides through the demon’s attacks and picks up Zander’s sword with her mouth. Zander’s possession of her allows her to fight this way and cut off the mouth hand before beheading the demonic ruler. The symbol of death fades away from Prisca’s eye since the ruler is sent to Hell.

Prisca lets go of the sword in her mouth as she says, “We did it!”

“What did I tell you? Nothing can beat us when we’re together,” Zander says as he heals and wraps Prisca’s dismembered arm, “I’m sorry about your arm. I didn’t expect an arm with a sword to come out of his mouth.”

“It’s okay. We freed the country and you can move onto Heaven.”

“Right. Let’s get out of here.”

Prisca exits the castle the way she came. Zander’s friend sees this and brings in his fellow soldiers to show them what happened in order to take control of the throne. Meanwhile, Prisca rests on the streets of the capital, tired and weary.

“This is hardly a good treatment for a hero,” Prisca says.

“You’ll get your reward in Heaven where our children and I will be waiting for you.”

“How will I survive until then?”

“A priest will come by to take care of you.”

“Are you kidding? I’m of no use to anyone.”

“After what happened tonight, can you truly say that? I’ll be praying for you until I see you again.”

“I’ll see you then. I love you.”

“I love you too.”

Zander shares one last real kiss with Prisca before he fades away from her vision into a bright light that no one else in the capital sees.

After a few moments, a priest walks up to Prisca and says, “Poor woman. You need shelter and a place to stay.”

“I don’t think I’ll be of any use to you, father,” Prisca says as she shows the priest her lack of arms.

“Do not worry. I need people to talk and inspire others. I’m sure you will do this because I was led here to you.”

“Is that so? Ha, alright.”

Prisca becomes a teacher for a small convent in the capital while Zander’s friend becomes the next ruler of the country. Rumors of what happened circulate through the country. The most popular one is that the corrupt ruler had Zander killed and his spirit took revenge on him. Others include mentions of his wife, but she doesn’t play an important role. Despite getting neither glory nor rewards in this life, Prisca moves onto a happy life where she cares for new children to become as brave and strong and she and her husband are.

The End

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The Monster and His Mistress – Part 1

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A teenage boy and girl wander the land of Eurasia the time of kings and knights in search of adventure, conflict, and redemption. To say they are merely children is a severe understatement. The boy has the soul of a warlord who has destroyed nations, killed innocent people, and taken their possessions. It was not until the girl, who was a woman at the time, came to him and readjusted his view of the world. Though he did not like what she was saying, he couldn’t bring himself to raise his hand against her. She showed him beauty and goodness in the world and in people that he was completely blind to. Her presence gave him peace that his possessions could not, so he married her. The blood of his actions, however, could not be washed away with the little time he had left to redeem himself and was cursed to live forever on the earth until it was. Though she was allowed into Heaven, the girl turned away from it and held onto the boy and promised to help him on his journey. He tried to push her away, so she wouldn’t be caught up in his punishment, but she stuck close to him. As part of his punishment, he was granted the blessing to turn into a white devil with six tendrils that protrude from his back. He can exact righteous justice on those who deserve it and the punishment will fit the crime. The girl was granted wisdom and knowledge to guide the man’s decisions and be his source of relief and happiness. The boy wears a hooded sackcloth, which is a far cry from his royal robes he once wore. It’s covered in the blood of the innocents he killed, and the blood is so much so that it looks naturally red instead of brown. The girl wears a simple white and red dress similar to the one she was married in.

The two of been through times of ruin and peace. Throughout it, the girl has kept the boy under control and on the road to redemption, but in some cases, the boy’s intuition and knowledge of the fallen humanity helps him make instant judgments while the girl’s empathy has lead to the death of innocents. As much as she helps keep him on the right path, he does the same every now and then. They still continue their journey throughout the land of Eurasia to not only obtain the boy’s redemption, but to also bring justice and peace.

 

Part I

As the two walk along a forest path, they come across an apple tree with a woman picking fruit from it.

The girl says to the woman, “Excuse me miss? Can we have an apple each? We’ve been adventuring for a while now and some fruit would help us immensely.”

“Oh, of course you can!”

The woman tries to get more than two apples for them, but as she shakes the tree to pick the apple, three loose apples fall on the girl’s head. This enrages the boy to which he transforms into the white devil.

“You wench!” he yells out, “How dare you be so careless in the presence of my beloved!”

His tendrils retrain the woman’s legs, arms, neck, and body. Her punishment then comes on her. A single apple falls on her head. Once her punishment is complete, the boy’s tendrils release her, and she runs away in fear of the two. The boy goes back to his human form once she’s clear of them.

“Are you okay my-”

He receives a hard backhand to the face from the girl.

“How many times do I have to tell you to not worry about me when things like this happen?!” she says, “Do you like getting slapped?”

“Kind of…” he says with a smirk before getting slapped again, “I was joking…”

“Hmph. Hopefully we won’t see that woman again so we won’t have trouble in the nearby town. Are you seriously eating the apples she dropped?!”

“Uh, yes? Want one?”

She takes an apple before backhanding him again. They take several apples with them as they enter the nearby town. The town has various churches and bustling marketplace since it’s a town of commerce and community. There’s an art contest being held at the art section of the marketplace and the girl decides to join in.

“Why don’t you join too?” the girl asks the boy.

“Nah. I don’t exactly…create things.”

“Nonsense. I’ve seen you doodling when you were bored and with pen and paper.”

“Yeah, but I wouldn’t call my doodling good art.”

“Just join with me for fun!”

“I guess I should, but why am I even doing this? I’m a grown man.”

“But mentally you’re a child.”

“I was a conqueror of men!”

“And now you’re my husband, which means I’ve conquered you and your men. Come on already!”

“…fine.”

The two go up to the adult who is taking the names of the participants.

“Hey kids!” a woman who appears to be a mother says, “Are you going to be making art with us today?”

“Yes mam!” the girl says.

The boy doesn’t say anything until the girl elbows him.

“Yes mam.”

“Can I get your names before you enter?”

“My name is Bella, and this is my boyfriend Mao.”

“Oh! A couple drawing together eh?”

The woman elbows and smiles at a man who the kids assume to be her husband. He smiles and laughs.

“Now that I have your names, you should look around here for the supplies you need to draw. We also have hundreds of pieces of art around the marketplace, so take a look around if you need some inspiration. It also doesn’t hurt to ask others for help. Got it?”

“Got it!” Bella says.

“Yup. I got it,” Mao responds.

“The contest starts in twenty minutes, so you still have plenty of time and don’t forget. This is just for fun, but still try your best!”

Mao and Bella go around to get their tools and drawing material. They go around the marketplace to find inspiration for their work and once it’s time to draw, they put their skills to the test. Bella draws a bright picture that has a small bunny with flowers around it. She uses paint, brushes, and her finger to draw the picture. Mao, on the other hand, draws a war-torn knight in bloodied and injured, but still charging towards battle. He uses charcoal and his sackcloth to erase and draw shapes and figures. Oddly enough, Mao wins the contest. Since Bella and Mao had previous experience in drawing and their competition are just normal kids, they outclassed the others by a mile. As a reward, Mao gets a small reward of money, a fruit basket, and a kiss from Bella.

“Congratulations young man!” the mother says, “I’m sure your parents are going to be very proud of you!”

“I-I guess so.”

Bella and Mao go to a fountain near a church to eat the fruit basket.

As Bella drinks in the feel of the town, she says, “This reminds me of my hometown.”

“That’s where I first met you. I came to raid your town, but you came out by yourself and got me to back off.”

“I’m that special, aren’t I?”

“Most towns don’t have a single woman coming to meet an army. Special isn’t half of it. I’m sure your parents were worried about you when you did that. What do you think my parents are thinking about me right now?”

“I’m sure they’re proud of you for changing.”

“I don’t know about that.”

All of the sudden, two girls run by and push the two into the fountain then run away.

“What was that for?!” Mao says as Bella tries to keep him calm.

A man helps the two out of the fountain while saying, “Don’t mind those two. They’re not used to losing so they get a little mad when they do.”

“Thanks mister,” Bella says then waits for him to leave to tell Mao, “I remember girls like them when I was little. They’re nothing, but jealous princesses who are full of themselves.”

“What do you want to do?” Mao asks with a bit of curiosity.

“The same thing I did to them years ago. Get revenge.”

Both Mao and Bella deviously smile at the different ways to get revenge from Bella’s innocent but humiliating ways to Mao’s harmful but simple ways.

“What are you thinking Bella?”

“I’m thinking that we should return the favor of them cleaning us.”

Bella gets several pale of water that are from the bathrooms and the two get on top of the rooftops. Mao uses his man tracking skills to find the girls and finds them with their friends. Bella and Mao wait until the girls walk closer to them to pour the water on top of them. Once they do, they quickly dump the water on top of the girls then sprint away as they hear their screams. The couple laugh then reward themselves with a little dinner date at an outside restaurant. Mao eats a steak while Bella eats fish.

“I didn’t know you were like that Bella.”

“What do you mean?”

“That you take revenge in that way. I thought you were a very forgiving person.”

“I am…most of the time, but I can’t stand prissy little girls like that.”

“Did other people in your town know you were like this?”

“I kept it secret from them, so I could always get away with what I did.”

“Do you know I like you more and more with each day?”

“I do.”

Before they can kiss, an incoming parade catches their attention. The town is celebrating the death of the tyrant that was Mao. They have fake statues of Mao and Bella that are half destroyed and covered in drawings.

“Hoorah! Hoorah! The demon Mao is dead and is rotting in hell! Praise be to God!” they say, “May all the earth rejoice in his absences! May we rejoice also in the death of his useless wife who tried to make him pay for his sins but failed.”

“Mao…This isn’t right. No one’s death should be celebrated like this!”

“I don’t mind it.”

“But!”

“I don’t mind it! I’d celebrate my death like this too because of the things I’ve done.”

Mao sighs as he turns to watch the parade as it passes by him. He watches how happy everyone is that he died and how they celebrate it with streamers, confetti, and fireworks.

“You know Bella, I’m happy that I died. I’m even happier that I got the chance to redeem myself and that you didn’t go to Heaven to help me out. The reason why I don’t really mind what they’re saying is because your opinion of me is all that matters…Bella?”

Bella has moved from her chair and is now in front of the parade.

She yells out, “What is wrong with you people?! No one’s death should be celebrated no matter how horrible they were! Stop this celebration at once!”

The crowds don’t take too kindly of Bella’s defense of Mao and start yelling at her and throw stones and various hard objects at her.

“Bella! You bastards!” Mao says as he transforms into a white devil.

The sky turns black as judgment is going to be dealt. Mao shields Bella from the projectiles and the crowds are shocked by Mao’s appearance.

“You people are just as evil as the people you mock!” Mao says in a demonic voice, “What kind of people praise death and throw things at a child wiser than you?!”

Mao’s tendrils spilt into multiple tendrils to catch everyone and hold them as they are judged. The things they threw at Bella levitate and get thrown back at them harder than they were thrown. Hard rocks then fall from the sky to ruin the parade and rain on the marketplace. Mao carries Bella out of the town as the rocks pelt everything and everyone around them. Though no one in the town is seriously hurt, houses, shops, and the other buildings and streets were heavily damaged. The people of the town then prayed for forgiveness as they rebuilt what was damaged because of their actions. Mao and Bella are now far away from the town as they continue Mao’s journey for redemption.

“Mao…I’m sorry you had to see that parade.”

“Like I said I didn’t mind it. The worst thing about it is that the statue they had of you had a bigger butt and chest than you did when you were that age.”

“What?”

“Your actual chest and butt are smaller and I’m not trying to say that it would be better if those parts of you body were bigger. I mean that’s probably the inner teenager in me speaking, but you know. I’m just saying.”

Mao takes one look at Bella’s mad face.

“Oooooh boy.”

Mao then starts to run away as Bella swings at him while saying, “I’ll show you who has smaller private body parts!”

 

Part II

After a beating and two days, Mao and Bella come across a village. There are several farms in this village along with a church and a school with various houses and shops near it. Bella brings Mao to a farm where the owners are allowing a few of the kids to ride the horses they have.

“I swear Bella! Your childlike personality is out of control!”

“But look at the horses!”

“I had dozens of them, but you didn’t care much for them.”

“That’s because you had them scarred to mark them as yours.”

“It made them look intimidating and battle experienced!”

“You made them look like a fantasy horse.”

“Which is scarier than a normal one.”

“Right…and I’m the one with a child’s personality.”

Since Mao isn’t too fond of riding the horses, he gets the adults to put him on it as she rides in front and he has to hold onto her back.

“This is embarrassing!” Mao says.

“This is great!” Bella says as she rides around the field with the horse.

It’s always been one of her favorite things to do years ago. She used to race horses with her fellow town’s people and do obstacle courses. Feeling that she still has the skill, she goes through the obstacle course that’s on the farm ground. Since Mao’s teenage body isn’t used to riding on a horse and wasn’t sure about Bella’s risky movements, he threw up after they finished their ride. Everyone who was watching claps at Bella’s performance and the owners tell her she can come back anytime she wants. They give her and Mao an apple pie as they leave.

“Can we eat it now?”

“But you just threw up!”

“And now I’m hungry because of it!”

“Fine.”

They both eat half of the pie before continuing to walk through the town. Unlike the previous town, this smaller one is quieter and less busy. It still manages to stay alive seemingly because of the community and farms around it, but the area itself has nothing of interest to Mao and Bella so they move on to the next area of interest. Along the way, they come across highwaymen robbing a young boy. The boy appears to have already tried resisting to no result.

“They’re mine,” Mao says as he transforms and tangles the robbers in his tendrils.

Everything they have including their clothes disintegrate and the thieves are left with nothing though the boy’s possessions are untouched. They run away from Mao in fear while the young boy stays where he is because he doesn’t know what to do.

Mao transforms back to a human and asks the boy, “Are you alright?”

“Yo-You’re like me?” the boy says.

“We both are,” Bella says, “Now go back to where you’re from.”

“I can’t I won’t,” the boy says as he collects what was stole from him.

“Why’s that?”

“It’s full of terrible people who touch me in weird ways.”

“We’ll deal with them. There’s a farm town not too far from here. Go there and they’ll take care of you.”

“Thank you so much!”

As the boy leaves, Mao says, “This place should be interesting.”

“That means we have to be careful,” Bella says.

“It means we’re going to be encountering a lot of sin and I love ridding the world of it.”

“Don’t be so caught up in violence. It’s what got you in this situation in the first place.”

“It’s what lead me to you, so it’s not all bad.”

“Don’t sweet talk me like that mister or else you’ll be getting my hand on your face again.”

“I love you.”

“…I love you too.”

Bella tries swinging at him, but he dodges it.

“Ha! Missed me, missed me, now you gotta kiss me.”

Bella kisses Mao’s face then smacks it.

“That was worth it.”

The couple makes it to the town the boy was from and it appears to be a cesspool of sin. It even smells the part as well. This town is filled with prostitutes and killers alike that don’t mind showing their private business in the open. Among the crowd, Mao spots a normal looking family that appears to be moving from the town. This familiar sight of a good family in a terrible area brings Mao back to his childhood.

“Do you think my parents are proud of me?” Mao says aloud without realizing, “Did I really let them get the best of me when they died? Do they regret having me after I did? Am I a bastard child? Bella?”

Mao notices that Bella isn’t with him and panics. Back when they were adults, Bella used to be interested in the human figure and liked making art that bordered on pornography. Mao is thinking that she’s watching these people and getting caught up in them for her “art”.

An older woman pulls Mao aside and says, “You’re a cute young man. Want to have some fun?”

Though this woman looks better than Bella, Mao rejects her by saying, “I don’t associate myself with harlots. Besides, I’m married.”

“Who cares about marriage? Trust me, when I’m done with you, you won’t want to be married.”

“I respectfully reject your offer now leave me be.”

The cougar pins up Mao against the wall and presses herself against him

“It isn’t an offer.”

She begins to lick his face. He responds in turn by biting into her neck and tearing her throat out, which he could do since it is self-defense. Mao leaves the woman to choke to death on her own blood as he turns to the rest of the people.

“Ssssinnnnnn,” Mao says in a snake-like voice as he transforms into the white devil.

He uses his tendrils and the people of this place receive their judgment.

“You have abandoned God and He has abandoned you in turn. You’re all mine now, which means you get my favorite execution. Shred and rip them apart!”

Blades and thorns come out of the ground to slowly cut and tear apart everyone. Blood and guts splatter the ground as Mao searches for Bella. He finds her naked with a piece of paper with one of her drawings on it. It doesn’t appear that she was harmed or sexually assaulted, so he quickly carries her away as the entire village sinks into the earth. During the next morning, the runaway boy goes back to this place with a couple escorts and only finds several objects that were stolen from other villages and towns. Mao is still carrying Bella who is still naked, but he isn’t in his devil form.

“How long do you think it’s going to be until I get another pair of clothes?”

“Hopefully soon.”

“Why’s that?”

“…Is there a correct answer to that?”

“Yes. Pick it.”

“…So no one sees you naked? But you being naked isn’t something that I mind!”

“That’s right.”

Bella kisses Mao’s forehead. As they keep moving, a traveling merchant appears from behind them. Mao turns around to hide Bella’s nakedness.

Mao says to the merchant, “Excuse me sir. Do you mind if we buy a pair of clothes from you? My wife here got them stolen.”

“Of course! You can have them for free. I have a perfect dress for her.”

It may be a coincidence, but the merchant gives Bella a red and white dress that she had from before. She gets changed and thanks the merchant and tries to give him money for his gift.

“It’s no problem my dear,” he says, “I don’t ask for anything from the needy. May I ask where you’re heading?”

“Wherever the road takes us,” Bella tells him.

“How about you two travel back to my house with me? Rest for a bit then leave?”

“Thank you. We’ll take your offer.”

Mao whispers to Bella, “Are you sure?”

“I’m sure.”

Mao and Bella board the carriage. As they travel to the merchant’s house, Mao falls asleep and rests across Bella’s lap.

“How far did your husband carry you?”

“Maybe ten miles at the least.”

“He must really love you then.”

“Of course he does. He’d do anything for me.”

“So why are you on your journey? If you don’t mind me asking.”

“It’s for his redemption and that’s all I’ll tell you I’m afraid.”

“Well that journey should be coming to an end soon. A man who would carry his wife for miles can’t be all bad.”

“I know he isn’t, but some people won’t see that.”

“Give them time. I’m sure your boy will show them who’s better.”

Once they arrive at the merchant’s house, they put Mao to bed who is still sleeping. Bella repays his kindness by helping around the house and fix his merchandise. She teaches him a couple recipes to use when selling food that she remembers from the royal chefs she had as a queen. After all that, Bella tells the merchant to prepare a special event for Mao when he wakes up. Mao eventually wakes up a couple hours later and doesn’t know where he is. He grabs a nearby object as a weapon to protect himself.

“Bella? Bella?” he says while wandering the house.

He eventually sees candlelight in the kitchen to which he goes to.

“Surprise! Happy birthday!” the merchant, his family, and Bella say as Mao turns the corner.

He almost swings but then says, “What?”

“Were you not keeping track of the days?” Bella asks, “Today is your ‘fourteenth’ birthday!”

Mao is embarrassed and sheepishly says, “I-uh. Thanks, but I don’t think I deserve it.”

“Of course you do!” the merchant says, “You carried your wife all the way to help. You’re what I call a real man!”

The merchant’s wife says, “Now would you do the same thing?”

“Of course I would especially if you weren’t wearing clothes!” he responds.

They all laugh, but Mao is still surprised by the celebration.

“Come on Mao! Sit down.”

The family and Bella have a cake made for Mao with candles on it. They sing him happy birthday as he sits at the head of the table. Bella sings while she holds him and while this is happening Mao is trying not to cry, but he can’t help but smile. He feels loved in the same way that he did with his family and Bella. His armies never did anything for him like this nor did they love him as his family and Bella do. Mao blows out the candles and everyone cheers. They then eat the cake and celebrate Mao’s birthday. The first birthday in a while that he felt good about. He eventually warms up to the family and talks to them though he doesn’t tell them who he and Bella really are. The couple leaves the next day with food, water, and good memories of this family. Starting the day after the family met the couple, the business they have starts to thrive as tons of people start buying food, clothes, and various other products from the father. He says to this day that both Mao and Bella are a blessing to this world.

 

Part III

Though they didn’t intend to, they’ve finally come back to Mao’s home country, the main capital to be precise. It’s in a state of civil war as Mao and Bella’s children fight against the leaders they put in before they died. Their children, like Mao, fell to bad influences as they were spoiled after hearing the power and strength their father had before he met Bella. They think their mother made their father weak and were constantly arguing with their father as he became a more peaceful man. Thinking they would need more help, Mao and Bella ordered several wise elders to control their country and continue teaching their children the right way to live. It doesn’t appear to have worked, but both Bella and Mao don’t think their children are behind this. As they make their way through the destroyed streets, they think about who could’ve done this.

“It has to be those bastards who were a bad influence on them!” Mao says.

“I’ll rip them apart! No one messes with my babies!” Bella yells out as she runs at full speed.

“What are we going to do if our children decide to fight us?”

“Let’s hope they haven’t committed too many evil acts. I can only imagine what inspiration they took from your old self.”

“Oh no.”

Mao sees one of the worst inspirations his children took from him. To make people fear him, Mao would take the bodies of people and impaled them to the ground and to buildings as a warning. He would impale the elderly, the fit, the poor, the rich, the young, it didn’t matter to him at the time. The bodies would stay there and rot in the cities of his enemies and his conquered. If anyone would bury or move them, they would be executed, and their bodies would be impaled on the streets as well.

“We have to get to them now!” Mao says with extreme worry.

Mao and Bella make it through the death and destruction to find their five children at the castle gates with their army behind them. They’re trying to knock down the gates to get to the rest of the civilians and resistance. Both Mao and Bella are transformed into adults so the soldiers and their children will recognize them. Mao is wearing his old armor set while Bella is wearing a luxurious white and red dress. They notice this and appear to realize the meaning of it.

“Clear the way! Your king returns!” Mao announces as to get the army’s attention.

The army sees their king and queen return and bow in their presence. Their children are shocked by this and stop breaking down the gates.

The army proclaims, “The king and queen are immortal! Give praise to the ultimate rulers of the strongest country on earth!”

They cheer and praise them, but Bella says, “Silence! What have you done to our capital city?! It lies in ruin with your fellow men and women lying in their own blood! Shame on you all especially the ones who made our children do this!”

One of the soldiers says, “But they organized it all! No one else made them do it.”

“My children would never do such a thing! If you do not want to face the righteous wrath of God, then turn your lives around and leave now!”

About one hundred and fifty soldiers of the four thousand retreats. Mao and Bella’s children approach them and the oldest, Martino, speaks for them.

He says, “Now that you are immortal you might see truth. Tear down this gate and restore this nation to its former glory!”

Mao says in a stern voice, “My son Martino, have you not seen sense yet? Blood and destruction is not the way to get what you truly want. It is through love of God, others, and self that will give satisfy and bring you what you need. Your mother taught me that.”

“Mother is a dolt who acts hypocritically. She’ll take childish revenge, draw pornography, and hit you to show her dominance.”

“Not everyone is perfect, and temptation gets to us every now and then. Be thankful those three things are the only things she does.”

“She matters not to us. Take back the kingdom and go back to your old ways so we can conquer the world!”

“Please. Don’t let me do this.”

Bella starts to tear up as she says, “I love you all! Please! Turn around and change your ways!”

“If you won’t turn let go of this woman then I’ll kill her for you father!”

“No!”

Mao unintentionally turns into the white devil and his tendrils restrict his children and call down their judgment.

“Please, don’t be so harsh on them,” Bella begs.

“I don’t have control of it,” Mao says with fear.

Seven angelic executioners descend from Heaven and behead all five of Mao and Bella’s children then toss their bodies into the abyss. The executioners then kill the rest of the army who didn’t retreat while a cherubim shields Mao and Bella as they mourn for their children.

“Why did this happen?” Mao asks the cherubim who doesn’t want to answer.

“Because that’s the way our kids were,” Bella answers for him, “There’s nothing else we could’ve done. It was their decision and they have to live with it.”

“I know that, but…but I want there to be a different reason.”

Mao looks out as his men are killed and his city brought to even more ruin than before. His fists are clenched, so Bella hugs him from behind to calm him. After the fight ends, all three thousand eight hundred and fifty soldiers lay dead. Though they tried to fight back, the executioners sustained no injuries from the army. The cherubim and executioners then rise back to Heaven and the gates of the castle open. Mao’s most trusted official, Shun, walks out to them.

He says, “You’ve brought us angels to save us. You truly have achieved redemption, my lord.”

“Not yet,” Mao responds, “I still have much to do.”

“I am sure that you will obtain it soon since you are alive and the angels came down to your aid.”

“I hope so my friend.”

“Are you going to rule us again? You were our mightiest king and there might be more rebellion.”

“No, I won’t. I died and am reborn for a different purpose. There won’t be any rebellion for generations after what has happened today, so be at peace. Again, I command you my last command. Keep the city safe and continue to teach them in the ways of our Lord God.”

“As you wish my king. We will begin with repairs for the city and burying of the dead.”

“If you couldn’t repair my child-”

Bella grips Mao’s arm while tears are still in her eyes.

“Forgive me my king. We tried our best-”

Mao puts his hands on Shun’s shoulders.

“I’m sorry too. I should’ve been a better king and father to begin with.”

The two old friends embrace then say their final goodbyes again. Once Bella and Mao leave the city, they turn back into teenagers. They hold hands as they go as they bear the pain of their children’s deaths. As the day turns to night, the sky light starts to turn into various colors and appears to be dancing around. Bella and Mao come to a field of roses and begin to hear angelic music played.

“This must be the angels comforting us,” Bella says with wonder.

“They should after what we’ve been through,” Mao responds with some distain.

“Don’t be that way Mao. They’re doing us a favor. Appreciate it. If we weren’t there to stop our children, then they would’ve killed more people.”

“…You’re right.”

“Let’s enjoy this and let the past be the past.”

Mao and Bella enter the field of roses and begin to dance to the music. The music is unlike anything made even by the great musicians Mao obtained for Bella when she was queen. Its cadence, tempo, and sound are foreign, but it brings peace to their souls and a smile to their face. The lovers dance and dance until they fall in exhaustion. They smile at each other and cuddle while admiring the lights in the sky then fall asleep.

Rested and rejuvenated, they continue their journey. They approach a small town and see that a prophet is talking to the people in center of town.

He says, “The tyrant Mao is alive and young! Be wary of him as he is dealing harsh judgment to everyone who shows their sinful nature!”

Mao and Bella don’t exactly know what to do about this. The prophet seems to have been told this information by someone in Heaven because they don’t think word of what happened yesterday has spread yet even though they aren’t far from the capital city. They decide to keep low and see if this town will be of any interest to them. Throughout the day, Mao and Bella help people out then disappear before they are rewarded for their efforts. The two do acts such as; stopping thieves, picking up things that people drop, cheer up young children, and help store owners clean up their vandalized markets. Of course, Mao has problems doing most of these acts besides stopping thieves, but Bella humbles him and gets him to help these people. A messenger from the capital arrives and tells the people what happened there yesterday.

The prophet comes out and says, “My words have come true before I predicted them! Heed them for Mao is among us!”

The couple try to leave town, but a few people catch them and try to bring them before the prophet. Fearing for Bella’s safety, Mao transforms into the white devil. Everyone from the town gathers in awe of the reborn tyrant.

“Behold! I, Mao the Tyrant, am alive! I, the tyrant that spilled the blood of hundreds of thousands of people and killed their children or sold them for a profit! Deal your judgment to me while you still can!”

The town is silent as to what to do so Bella speaks up.

“Don’t do anything to him! He dealt righteous judgment to his children and their armies and now they lie in ruin. He is a changed man who only punishes the wicked and sinful! Today, he and I helped you with your problems, so please! Don’t hurt him!”

“Young girl, who is Bella his wife,” the prophet says, “We do not deal in revenge. We only offer forgiveness.”

Mao is taken back by this then says, “Wa-What? I had to have done something to you that has made your lives worse than it is. Do something about it!”

The villagers come one by one to say, “I forgive you.”

With each “I forgive you”, Mao staggers and collapses in weakness. He turns back into a teenage boy and cries because of the town’s mercy. Bella embraces him to calm him down then the people of the town offer them a celebration for Mao’s victory in the capital and change of heart. Everything from music to food is prepared in minutes and Mao is the center of attention. Bella sits with him and tries to get him to smile, but he’s too shocked in tears to do anything. Eventually, she gets him to dance with him and talk with everyone who tell him how thankful they are that he’s changed his ways. The party the town put together in minutes lasts the entire day and by the next morning, Mao and Bella leave the town with leftovers from the party and more energy to move forward.

 

Part IV

“I’m sorry Mao, but I have to leave you.”

“What?! Why?!”

“You’re smart enough to figure that out on your own.”

A pillar of light takes Bella into Heaven, which leaves Mao completely alone.

“Why?!” Mao yells to the skies, “I’ve done everything that you’ve told me to! What else is there I can do besides fix the entire world?!”

Nothing and no one gives him an answer to his questions. He doesn’t know which direction to go and for what reason, so he just paces back and forth. Thinking that he’s still supposed to do something, he goes in a direction that feels like its pulling him its way. Along the way he finds a couple taking a morning walk. Jealous of them, he attempts to intervene in their walk, but is blocked off by an invisible barrier. Mao can only watch as the two enjoy each other’s company.

“There has to be a reason I’m seeing this. I have to be learning something!” Mao says to himself.

He quickly escapes the couple’s presence as it becomes unbearable and enters a village. Mao and Bella usually get into interesting situations in places like this, so Mao hopes something will happen as he sits down on the streets. There’s nothing about him that is different from a common beggar. Mao begs for something to happen to give him purpose. He hopes that someone will extend their hand to give him comfort and attention. As his frustration and depression increases, he feels the need to judge the people of the town for ignoring him. His abilities, however, are restrained for whatever test he’s going through, so he just sits in the dirt alone, angry, sad, and isolated from the one he loves. Eventually he passes out and awakens in a church.

The hooded pastor says to him, “It’s good to see that you’re awake my son. Eat and drink this so you can feel better.”

Mao eats a piece of bread and drinks a small cup of water that the pastor gives him.

“Why did you help me?”

“Because I try to help all of my children.”

“Well you didn’t help much.”

“What do you mean? You were hungry and thirsty, so I helped you there didn’t I?”

“That’s not the most important part.”

“Then what is?”

“My wife is gone.”

“Gone?”

“Heaven took her.”

“That sadly happens to every husband unfortunately.”

“But she’s my moral compass, my source of happiness, and the person that kept me going.”

“God usually fills that role for most people.”

“Heh. That guy and I have a complicated relationship.”

“How so?”

“He’s the reason I’m still alive to make up for my past, let’s just say.”

“Shouldn’t that be a good thing?”

“Not when I don’t have my wife with me. She’s everything to me.”

“You shouldn’t deify her.”

“I understand that God is our source of morality and the main reason why she is the way she is, but…”

“But you make your wife the center of your world. Let me help you see how things really are.”

The hooded pastor helps Mao up and brings him to the front doors of the church. The village is bustling with happiness, goodwill, and love as if everyone’s worries and pains went away in an instant.

“This is the world I wanted to see every day,” Mao says as he watches everyone.

“How were you going to make it this way?” the pastor asks.

“Drag out the evil people and execute them one by one. Don’t ask how I know, but that doesn’t work.”

“Did your wife changes your ways?”

“She did. She showed me the beauty of the world and how to be a better man. I’d probably be in hell right now if it wasn’t for her.”

“But she wouldn’t be a good person without…”

“I know, I know she taught me that, but God shouldn’t diminish her importance.”

“He doesn’t. It’s you who diminishes His importance.”

“I’d like for Him to give me a reason to not do so.”

“Your wife. Your continued life for a chance at redemption. Any more that I need to mention?”

Mao doesn’t want to say anything else.

“Let me show you a world that you would’ve created.”

The pastor closes and opens the door to reveal a village burned to the ground with bodies gored all over the ground.

“How did you do that?!” Mao says out of astonishment.

“Does it look familiar?”

“Who are you?!”

The church doors close.

“You already know.”

“You?! I have a few things I have to get off my chest!”

“Then do that if you haven’t already.”

“Why did you take Bella away from me?!”

“As we were talking about, you deified her. I think it was time we fixed that.”

“What about my children?! Why did we send them to hell?!”

“Because of their deeds and refusal and accept my help. You were on a similar path to theirs until you changed.”

“And why was I able to change, but not my children?”

“They had your wife’s persistence.”

“…You got me there, but why keep me here on earth? Haven’t I done enough already?”

“Do you think you are just here for redemption? Did you not think that the acts you have done are not for some higher purpose or to answer prayers?”

“Enough of this!”

“Didn’t you say once you would fight me?”

“I did.”

“Since you can’t beat me in a game of intelligence, how about we go with strength? What weapon will you use? The strongest weapon you have is a blessing from me and doesn’t work on me. So what are you going to use? A sword crafted with human hands?”

“I’m defeated okay?! You got me from turn zero, so let your will be done on me! Strike me down and let my life be yours!”

Mao falls to his knees and closes his eyes as he waits for his execution. Instead, he is hugged and brought to his feet.

“Now you understand my son.”

Love and tranquility fills Mao as a light envelops him and he is teleported to a field with a small lake. There he finds Bella who was waiting for him. The two yell for each other then embrace with a kiss.

A light from Heaven says, “You have already achieved your redemption, but there is still much to do on earth. What do you want to do?”

“You know better than I do lord.”

Mao closes his eyes again and lets whatever happens, happen. He gets lifted up into the air with grace and elegance then dropped into the lake.

“Take a bath,” the light says before fading back into the sky.

Bella joins Mao in the lake. The two splash water at each other while enjoying their reunion together with Mao enjoying it the most. After being cleaned, they dry up in the sunlit field.

Bella turns to Mao and asks, “What do you want to do next my love?”

“We continue helping the world together,” Mao answers, “What better thing is there to do?”

“Enjoy each other’s company alone for a bit longer.”

“I like it, but you know we have forever together.”

“Of course. So, should we get moving?”

“Yes and let the lord’s will be done.”

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The Thieves and the Child They Orphaned

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We have all become like one who is unclean, and all our righteous deeds are like a filthy cloth. We all fade like a leaf, and our iniquities, like the wind, take us away.” Isaiah 64: 6

Chapter 1 – Doing Penance

We’ve might’ve made a mistake, Sylvia.

Yeah, it was not killing the kid before he could do this to us. He would’ve been with his parents right now if we did, and now we’re stuck with him and stuck with each other like this.

Who was that who put us like this? It seemed like it was God Himself.

Why would He have any beef with us? We don’t do anything that’s evil. In fact, if we did, then we’ve made it up with our heroics.

You got that right. This situation isn’t that bad in my opinion.

I know it isn’t, Simon. At least we know exactly what each other is thinking.

As if we didn’t know already.

“Is the coast clear yet?”

“Not yet, kid.”

“What did my parents ever do to you? Why did you kill them?”

“Nothing. They were just another target on our list. They did nothing but keep themselves happy and never tried to help others.”

“I’ve been trying to get them to do that. If you only gave them more time, then they would’ve helped more people than our family.”

“We didn’t mean to kill your parents. It was an accident. We don’t kill at all unless we need to. The bullets we use are non-lethal.”

“Then why did you try killing me?!”

“Because that’s one of our policies. If we accidentally kill a loved one, we have to kill everyone else who they love if they’re in the same house so they can die together. If they aren’t home, then we leave or send them a valuable gift as a way of saying sorry.”

“Your first way of making things right is horrible.”

“I think it’s a mercy. Do you know how hellish it is living without the people you love? We do. That’s why we do what we do. We lost people close to us by greedy people, so now we’re the Good Thieves.”

“The “Good” Thieves?”

“Yeah, don’t add quotations. We take from the greedy, whether they’re rich or poor, and give to those they hurt. You may have heard of us in the news. We’re pretty popular.”

“Is that why you’re being hunted down now?”

“Probably. We thought this would never happen, but I guess we stepped on too many toes. It’s safe to leave now. The one thing that your parents did do that was good was making a well-hidden closet in their room. It was a great hiding place. Whoever came after us really wanted us dead. Just look at how torn up this place is.”

“Can I bury my parents?”

“Sorry, kid, but we can’t now. We have to move if we want to stay alive.”

“My name is Alastair. Stop calling me kid.”

“Okay, kid. You’re with us now because you asked for God’s protection and he gave you to us. We’re your protectors from now on until we can get this curse off us.”

“I guess I have no choice. Let’s leave then.”

“You don’t order us. We do. Let’s go, kid.”

“Why do you always say we and us? Can’t you talk from one perspective? Your voices sound melded together.”

“This is what true love looks like. We trust each other to the point where we can finish each other’s sentences.”

“Wow. Your voices alternated when you said that.”

“Amazing, ain’t it? We still want to be back to normal since it’s better for us.”

“And I would be out of your life.”

“It’s not like that, kid.”

Yeah, it is.

Haha.

“If we’re supposed to be connected together, can you feel the same pain I do?”

“That sounds stupid-ow!”

“It’s true!”

“Then maybe you can feel the pain I inflict on ourself. Feel that?”

“No.”

“What? It’s only one way? That’s terrible.”

“For you it is. Remember that you’re the reason you’re like this.”

“Don’t smart talk us, kid. We’re your protectors now.”

“You’re more like my adoptive parents.”

“Don’t say that. We never wanted any kids especially since our line of work doesn’t allow it.”

“Are you ever going to stop thieving?”

“Not until every greedy man and woman pay for their sins.”

“That’s never going to happen through your efforts alone.”

“That’s fine as long as we get to see the hurt on them that we inflicted.”

“You don’t trust God too much, do you?”

“Can you blame us?”

“Yes, I can.”

“We’re adults. We have experience and wisdom. You should listen to us.”

“If I want to end up in a mess like you did, sure. Being older doesn’t mean you’re an adult.”

I guess he has a point, Sylvia.

Don’t admit that to him, Simon. He’ll just smart talk us more.

“And now we’re here at our little hideout. What do you think?”

“I expected more from such master thieves.”

“The best thieves travel light. Remember that we have to go from one place to another. The greedy don’t live in just one city and in this country.”

I swear we left our laptops somewhere. Let’s check this…oh no.

“Kid, we have to move.”

“What is it?”

“We’re compromised. Someone rigged our room with traps. I’m just taking the essentials with us.”

“Oh great. I thought you two were supposed to be experts.”

“Let’s hustle out of here before-”

“Ahhh!”

“Damn. They triggered the explosives manually. We have to move before they see us leaving. At least we disarmed the simple ones, so the explosion wasn’t as bad.”

“But won’t the small amounts of destruction make them think we survived?”

“Not if it’s all destroyed when we leave. Get clear!”

“Woah! Okay. I think you used too many explosives.”

“That just everything else in our hideout exploding. At least no one else was around the explosion.”

“Where are we going now?”

“Nowhere right now. We want to see who pops up to check if we’re still alive. We have a secret spot above here so we can see who comes without them noticing us.”

“What are you putting together?”

“It’s our special gun. We can turn it into a shotgun, assault rifle, submachine gun, and we’re turning it into a sniper rifle.”

“How did you get that?”

“We made it ourselves. You can make the best things when you’re motivated and bored.”

“My parents used to make the best things for me. They knew how to build and make things, which is why they were so rich.”

“Congratulations. You got parents who knew how to take care of themselves and their own. That’s not an accomplishment of any kind. Even the worst thieves and murderers we know help the people they care about.”

“What do you have against my parents?”

“Didn’t we already tell you? They’re greedy people who only care about themselves and their own.”

“But why?”

“We’ll tell you after this. Do you see those people down there?”

“Yeah, what about them? They look like normal officers to me.”

“Do you see those three lines on their back? A normal person would just think they’re wearing a strange undershirt, but what it really means is that they’re a group of unknown thieves vaguely known only to the thieving underground network.”

“Are they dangerous?”

“Extremely.”

“What are we going to do?”

“Take them out.”

“What? Won’t the other members hunt us down after this?”

“No, there’s only those few down there and…they’re done. Hello, nine-one-one? Do you know about that explosion that just occurred? Yeah, I know you just sent people to investigate it, but you might want to send more. Come on, kid. Let’s find a place to settle down.”

“There were only those few?”

“Yup. We know more about these guys than most. Nothing is more effective than deception and making people anxious about something as simple as the wrinkles on the back of someone’s shirt. They make themselves look big to intimate bigger foes.”

“Now what?”

“We hide our heads for a while before going back to stealing from the greedy.”

“You can’t!”

“You’re right. We don’t want to be responsible for any more children.”

“No, it’s not that. You can’t just take from people and think you’re justified in doing so because they’re evil. You can’t fight greater evil with lesser evil.”

“Both of us were orphaned by greedy people. It was fate that brought us together so that we could deliver justice to them. We aren’t any kind of evil.”

“Can you please stop being so self-righteous? I’m sorry about what happened to you two, but you can’t be like this. This isn’t going to help anyone. It’s more likely that you’ve created more greedy people. You don’t humble people this way.”

“And you’re more moral than us?”

“I was protected by God and you are forced to protect me. What do you think?”

“Ow!”

“Don’t even try to take out your anger on me. I didn’t ask for this situation to occur. This is just the way things are going to be for now.”

“Fine. We might as well properly introduce ourselves then. My name is Simon and my name is Sylvia.”

“My name is Alastair. It’s nice to meet you.”

He didn’t mean that.

I hope he didn’t. The brat’s too good for his age.

“Here, into this house.”

“It looks dirty and abandoned.”

“That’s what makes it a good hiding place. Eat up. You must be hungry.”

“What kind of food is this?”

“The kind that gets you through situations like this.”

“Most of these are sugary snacks.”

“What did you expect, military rations? We don’t need healthy food to keep up our beautiful figures.”

“Oh please.”

“What were you going to do today? You’re awfully well dressed for a normal weekday.”

“I convinced my parents to go to a volunteer charity event. I was in the process of changing them into better people.”

“You convinced them to go? Huh.”

“When’s the last time you did something charitable for someone?”

“It was a few months ago when we accidentally screwed over the wrong person. We gave them everything we took from them, two hundred thousand dollars, and a note saying sorry.”

“Where did you get the two hundred thousand from?”

“The people we were supposed to screw over.”

“That doesn’t count. You’re supposed to use your own money.”

“Kid, all we do is steal.”

“Then get a normal job.”

“That’s never going to happen.”

“It will now that I’m with you.”

“We doubt it.”

“We’ll see. Where am I going to sleep?”

“There’s only one bed. You can take it. We’ll sleep on the floor.”

“You shouldn’t. It’s not good for you.”

“We were homeless for a time in our life. We can handle it.”

“No, it’s fine you can sleep beside me, but I want to sleep next to Sylvia.”

“Why?”

“I’d just be more comfortable next to her.”

Isn’t he sweet?

“You better not try anything to my wife, buddy because remember that you get me too.”

“I wouldn’t even imagine it.”

I don’t know why I feel insulted.

Even when you look like this, you’re the most beautiful woman in the world, Sylvia.

That’s a sweet compliment, but that also makes you the most beautiful woman in the world since we’re in the same body.

Is that a good thing or a bad thing?

I’m going with good.

“Goodnight.”

“Goodnight, Alastair.”

We should find a fast and effective way to get rid of him, Sylvia.

I don’t know. I’m growing attached to him for some reason.

Well if you actually care for him, then we should put him into safer hands. He’s in serious danger with us.

Maybe we can leave him with a better couple.

Right. We’ll have to see after this assassination attempt on us blows over. We’ll get out of this situation. Just you wait.

Right. Good night, honey.

Good night.

 

 

Hear, my child, your father’s instruction, and do not reject your mother’s teaching; for they are a fair garland for your head, and pendants for your neck.” – Proverbs 1: 8-9

Chapter 2 – Becoming Parents

Hey, Simon. Look.

What is it? The kid is holding onto to you. He’s dead when we lose responsibility for him.

Are you jealous?

No!

I know when you’re lying. When’s the last time you cuddled up to me like this?

He’s double dead then.

Doesn’t he look cute like this? His curly hair is fun to play with. I just have to hold him.

Hey, let go.

You can’t move unless I let you.

The same is true for you.

Yeah, but don’t act like you don’t feel what I do.

Sure, I do. Maybe even stronger than you do.

We should get him something to eat. There’s a breakfast shop not too far from here.

Sure, let’s go. Be careful not to wake him up.

Okay, let’s go.

Do you remember what I said yesterday? That we should give him to actual parents?

Yeah, but I feel like we should be his parents now.

Are you kidding me? Do you how much danger he’ll be in?

No one knows the Good Thieves’ faces.

Then how are we going to make a living? Are we really going to take Curly’s advice?

You never know what kind of jobs we’ll take a liking to. It’s not we haven’t worked low wage jobs before and lived in poor conditions before.

That’s right, but what about him? He’s used to living in comfort and luxury. What will he think?

I don’t know, but we’ll try to make him happy to the best of our ability. Remember to keep your head down while you order.

Right.

“We’ll-I’ll have a dozen glazed donuts and three sausage and egg sandwiches.”

“Got it.”

I don’t think you realize either that we can’t get a job like this. What are we going to say to the employer?

We’ll cover it up with makeup.

Even the obvious black line separating our bodies? We have different facial and body features that’ll definitely draw attention to us.

We have to find a way to make it work.

Or we could just go with my plan. It’ll be easier for us and for him.

It being easy doesn’t mean it’s the right thing.

Like we know the right thing to do. Curly is making us rethink our lives.

“Here’s your order, sir.”

“Thank you.”

Let’s just take it one step at a time. I hope he didn’t wake up and think we left him.

Me too. I’m sort of surprised we made it passed that without drawing any attention to us.

Then maybe we can do it every day then.

Let’s take your advice and do this one step at a time.

“Hey, you’re awake, Curly.”

“You’re calling me Curly now?”

“Think of it as a loving nickname. We got you breakfast. We thought that you wouldn’t live on the scraps of food that we are used to.”

“You went out and didn’t get noticed for your appearance?”

“We were hiding it.”

“I’m glad you thought about me. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome, but I wish we could do more. Hey, uh. After things blow over, we were thinking about sticking you with a better couple. Our life is too dangerous for you and who knows what will happen later. You must have friends or family that will take you.”

“I don’t. Besides, God stuck you with me, so I’m staying with you. I don’t care if you’re a bit self-righteous. People can change.”

“That’s true, but just look at us. Do you really want us to be your caretakers?”

“If God thinks you can do it, I do too.”

“Fine, Curly. Keep digging yourself an early grave. The good do die young.”

“I’m sure you’ll keep me safe. So, what are we going to do today?”

“Lay low like we said until things blow over. We have enough money and snacks to live on until they do. We also have cards, our laptop, comics, and two handhelds that you can play games on if you want.”

“That sounds boring.”

“What kind of kid doesn’t want to do nothing all day?”

“Me. I did nothing but read books and educate myself when I wasn’t in school.”

“School wasn’t enough for you?”

“School doesn’t teach you the most important things you need to know like knowing God and being morally responsible.”

“You got a point there.”

“I heard weird noises that sounded like screaming last night next door. Did you?”

“We know of a bunch of thieves that steal people. They might be using this area of the city because the police usually keep away from here. You don’t want to know about it.”

“I’m old enough to know the worst of it. I know about kidnappers that steal people’s organs while they’re sleeping.”

“…Yeah. That’s the worst.”

“You have to do something about it.”

“We’re not sure if they’ll still be there. They usually move people during the night.”

“It doesn’t matter. You still have to save who’s there and bring the others to justice.”

“What happened to getting a normal job?”

“What happened to punishing the guilty and all that?”

“Fine, but we can’t make any promises. Stay here and don’t move until we come back. We should have an extra pistol in our large case. It’s non-lethal like the rest of our weapons.”

“I’m coming with you.”

“Absolutely not.”

“We’re connected. You can’t leave without me.”

“We left you when we got breakfast. Trust us on this. We know what we’re doing.”

“Okay. Come back safe and sound.”

“Thanks, and stay put.”

“Alright.”

Why don’t we do anything about the members of the thieves’ network that do things like kidnap people, Simon?

It’s a trust between thieves. I don’t mess with you and you don’t mess with me.

Should that really stop us from doing the right thing?

No, especially since we have other thieves after us.

This looks like a good building to do horrible things in secret.

I have the signal jammer on so they can’t call for help.

Let’s do this hard and fast.

Right. This doesn’t look like what we thought it would be.

Yeah. They do just sell organs.

At least we won’t have to lie to him.

There were only seven people in the building.

Well, it is the perfect number.

Wait, did you hear a gunshot?

Oh no. Let’s hurry!

They got Curly! Dumb kid.

“Put your gun down freak or the kid-”

“You don’t leave your head exposed during a hostage situation. Take it from the experts. Are you okay, Alastair?”

“Hey, you called me by my real name!”

“Ow! We forgot we couldn’t hit you. What did we tell you?”

“I thought-”

“You thought stupid! You could’ve been killed! Are you sure you weren’t hurt? Let me take a look at you.”

“You would’ve felt it. I didn’t know you cared so much about me.”

“It’s uh-we’re in this weird situation together and we couldn’t imagine an innocent like you being hurt. Oh.”

Never thought he would hug us.

He’s a good kid, Simon.

“Thank you for rescuing me. I’ll be sure to listen to you from now on…on things you know.”

“You better. Now go back. We’ll take care of things from here.”

“Okay.”

We didn’t check the thieves’ network yesterday. Let’s see if they’re saying anything about us.

Here’s a computer we can use. Hmmm. People are only talking about the thieves who attacked us getting arrested and our base being blown up. Most aren’t too worried about us.

Good. Let’s call this into the police then leave.

We’re acting like real heroes now.

Like we weren’t before.

We weren’t in the mind of Alastair. He seems to know about being good people better than we do.

He does have good points, but we shouldn’t make going after other thieves a habit. Don’t even think about saying yes to him if he asks us again, Sylvia.

I know you won’t say no to him.

He won’t suggest we do it again. I guarantee it.

“What are you guys going to do for the rest of the day?”

“Keep our heads down as planned. Maybe we’ll consider getting “real” jobs like you said.”

“That’s amazing, but do you know of any other thieves you could go after before you do that?”

Ha. You were wrong. You owe me something.

We didn’t even bet on it!

“Why? I thought you wanted us to leave that life behind. Now you’re making us doing vigilante work?”

“Okay, this is the last one. I want to see that you really want to change.”

“And the first one didn’t show it along with all of our other actions?”

“You always go the extra mile.”

“Fine. One more. You’re lucky that there’s one more group of thieves operating in this area. It’s a bit further away from here so you’ll have to stay a while by yourself.”

“I’m coming with you.”

“What did we say before?!”

“You don’t have to scream. Isn’t there anything I could do to help you with?”

“Maybe. The place these guys are held up just so happens to be throwing an early afternoon party for a charity event they’re holding.”

“Charity event?”

“Thieves can be charitable too, kid.”

“Here we go with the kid thing again.”

“Our looks should come in handy, but you could sneak into different places during the party to do things for us.”

“Then let’s go. We’re both already dressed up for the party.”

“Hold on. You can’t just go like that. Let me put makeup on your face so that you really look like you’re part of the party.”

“Don’t draw anything stupid.”

“I wouldn’t do that. Let’s see…Almost done…and…there we go. What do you think?”

“I look like a crazy killer. One half with a light blue eye and a purple frown, the other half with an orange eye and red smile.”

“I think you look cute.”

“You have weird taste in boys, so I believe it.”

“Watch it, kid. I could hold you down and draw something different on you.”

“I’m kidding, Simon. I think you’re a cool kind of weird.”

I’m not sure if that’s a compliment or half of one.

He likes you Simon.

I think he likes you more.

I won’t argue with that.

“Do you guys have a plan?”

“We do. You’ll have to sneak past the party and go to the power room to disable the power. We’ll be locking down the building and giving the authorities a nice present, even though some of the people are their own.”

“What are you going to do?”

“Distract everyone with our charming personality then make an escape route for us.”

“A very general plan, but I guess I should trust you on this.”

“We got this, Curly. Don’t you worry about it.”

“Are you sure you’re fine going out like this without covering your face? People are staring.”

“Hey, are you going to the costume party downtown?”

“We are.”

“I love your mask. How did you get it to be like…like you have it?”

“Mechanics and very fine cloth. It’s a delicate thing that you probably shouldn’t touch.”

“Don’t worry about it. It kind of freaks me out how realistic it looks to be honest. No offense.”

“None taken. So why are you going to the party?”

“To get more contacts within business and government. A bunch of medium to big names will be there today. Why are you going?”

“Same as you.”

“Then you heard about the rumors of some of the people there being thieves?”

“The greedy ones are always called thieves.”

“No, I mean literal thieves, as in, they steal for a living.”

“I always hear about businesses and governments doing that, but they don’t get what they deserve. At least not in this life.”

“I know. I’m just saying we should be careful about who you talk to.”

“We will. We know who’s going to be there.”

“You seem to know your stuff. What’s your name? Mine’s Walter.”

“Siylviaon. I mean, Simon.”

“Nice to meet you, Simon. I hope to do business with you in the future.”

“Same to you.”

Do you think that guy could be trouble, Simon?

Nah, but he may be obvious to what’s really happening at the party. We may have to get him out of it when the cops show up.

“Huh? What is it, Curly?”

“Do you know what I’m thinking?”

“We are.”

“Oh, is this your kid?”

“Yes.”

“I like his makeup.”

“You seem like a good parent.”

“Thanks.”

We seem like a good parent?

We’ve only been with Curly for a day, but he’s attached to us and we’re growing close to him.

It’s the attachment that God put between us. He’s forcing us to take a liking us to each other.

It’s also because we’re trying to get along in this situation. He’s a good kid and we’re trying to be good caretakers.

But parents?

I don’t know.  He seems to have forgiven us already for accidentally killing his parents.

We have to ask him later.

Let’s take him out after this so we can do that.

“Wow! Look at all the colorful lights in the luxury apartment.”

“It’s great, ain’t it? The ugliest of people hide in the prettiest of lights. Let’s get this done and then we’ll treat you.”

“Alright.”

“Okay, Curly. You ready for sneaking?”

“Ready.”

“Remember, the power generator should be in the bottom floor. Put this device on it and the power should shut down completely. No one can remove it without permanently damaging the generator.”

“This won’t hurt me, will it?”

“You might feel a small shock, but that’s it. Come back upstairs when the power is off.”

And there he goes.

Our little troublemaker.

How are we going to distract everyone here? It doesn’t seem like anyone wants to talk to us.

We just distract them with our looks. People are already looking at us.

He just entered the basement. It shouldn’t be too long now. I wonder what they have to drink and eat here.

It doesn’t look like much.

Rich people food always look appealing but there’s never much to it. Remember that one time we got steaks on a menu that cost eighty dollars? It was just that and mashed potatoes.

That was a rip-off. We’ve had dinners that cost eighty dollars that filled us up more. Oh? Curly did it.

Everyone is confused. We should get moving.

Here he comes.

“You did great, Curly. We’re proud of you.”

“Thanks, but what about-”

“Almost forgot. Thanks for reminding us. Hey, Walter.”

“What’s going on Simon?”

“Nothing good. You should follow us.”

“Why-Hey, don’t pull on my suit too hard. It cost me a paycheck.”

“We know a way out of the building. Don’t bring anyone along.”

“You guys didn’t do this, did you?”

“Not directly.”

“Why should I trust you? Ugh!”

“Because we’re going to save your life.”

“You didn’t have to knock him out.”

“It was going to be difficult for him to do this next part.”

“What’s the next part?”

“Hold on. Yes, operator? There’s a luxury apartment with a dozen or so people that you have on your wanted list. There’s a bomb about to go off! Hurr-Close your ears, Curly.”

“What? Woah! Won’t the others be able to escape from here? Not if they want to climb down twelve stories with their bare hands.”

“So how are we going to get down?”

“You see this backpack we have?”

“Oh no.”

“Sit on Walter. We’ll hold you as we descend down.”

“Have you ever done this before?”

“Yes.”

Yes, as in jumping out of a high building. Not like this though.

We still got this.

You bet.

“Comfortable?”

“No.”

“Let’s go then. Woah!”

“Woooooooah!”

“Relax Curly or else you’ll fall. Just hold onto us. We’ll be on the nearby rooftop in no time.”

“Ehhhhhhhhhh.”

“Oh, stop it you big baby. Hahaha. We’re safe already.”

“Oh thank God. I’ll never take my life for granted again.”

“Let’s get out of here.”

Oh, hide our face.

“Did you guys escape that explosion? We saw it from our window and came up here to get a better view.”

“We didn’t, but get this guy, Walter, someplace to rest. He’s been skydiving a bit too much.”

“Oh, sure.”

“That was something else you guys.”

“Are we redeemed in your eyes now?”

“I think you are. Besides, I don’t want to do anything like that ever again.”

“We’re glad. Let’s reward ourselves then.”

“Where are we going?”

“We know of this great garden that you could eat lunch and dinner at. It’ll be a nice place to rest our minds at.”

“I’ll take anything good after this.”

This should perfectly make him comfortable for what we’re going to ask him.

I hope he won’t get mad at us.

He would’ve shown it by now.

But we’re still connected to each other like this.

Maybe it’s our punishment for what we did as thieves.

Do we really have to stay like this until we die?

You don’t like being with me like this?

It’s not that.

If you knew what we did, then I guess this seems justified.

Then we’ll stay like this.

It’ll be difficult.

As long as Curly and you are happy, it’ll be worth it.

Stole the words right from my mind.

“This place is amazing.”

“This is where I proposed to Sylvia. We haven’t been here in years.”

“I can see why. It looks like a great place to set the mood. So, what are we getting to eat?”

“We uh…want to ask you something first.”

“What is it?”

“Try to keep this down. Do you still hate us for accidentally killing your parents?”

“…”

Uh oh. I don’t like awkward silences.

Say something, Sylvia.

“We’re sorry for what we did. We’ll take of you to the best of our abilities and get whatever you want to make it up to you.”

“…”

“If you want us to bring you to a better family, then we’ll do that.”

“I don’t hate you.”

“You don’t? Why not?”

“It wasn’t your fault. I can’t blame you for it.”

“Don’t you want to still hate us from taking you away from your comfortable life? You were set in terms of wealth and possessions.”

“I know, but I have to let that go. Besides, it is easier for a camel to pass through the eye of a needle than for a rich man to enter into the Kingdom of Heaven.”

“Oh, that’s right. Do you want us to leave you with a better family? You must have friends and other family members that will happily take you in. We’re just a poor couple with no job, no house, and a dwindling bank account.”

“Didn’t I answer this before? God put us together, so I’m staying with you. It doesn’t matter if you’re poor or stuck together like you are. This is the way things are meant to be now.”

He’s set on us.

I’m not sure if I should cry or not.

Don’t, Sylvia because you’re going to make me cry too.

“Hey, who else has parents like I do? My parents are so cool that they redeemed themselves after being one of the most infamous thieving couples. I think I have the coolest parents ever.”

“You’re right we’re the coolest. Now, let’s get something to eat.”

“I saw a breakfast store here. I want ice cream and pancakes.”

“We think that’s a great idea. We’ll have the same.”

 

 

There is no place for selfishness and no place for fear! Do not be afraid, then, when love makes demands. Do not be afraid when love requires sacrifice.

-Pope John Paul II

Chapter 3 – A Family that Sacrifices Together, Stays Together

Simon, look at him smiling while he’s sleeping. I love it. I know you won’t say anything about it because it would make you sound weird.

What do you want me to say? The only thing I can pull from your mind is something positive, which is incredibly general.

You don’t understand at all, do you? Maybe it’s a motherly thing.

You’re not even his mother or one to begin with. What do you know about it?

I know that I’m feeling it. Do you think he’ll ever call us his parents?

I don’t know. It’s best not to get your hopes up.

He seemed to like what we got him yesterday. We should get it again for him.

I guess it’s better than nothing. Remember that we’re running out of money.

We’re good for a while. I pickpocketed some money at the party if you didn’t notice.

That’s great, but don’t let Curly know. We’re supposed to stop being thieves.

That’s right. We have to start becoming a real family.

If we really want to become his family, you’ll need to learn how to cook.

And you’ll have to learn how to be a real man and work.

You’ll have to come with me to work.

And you’ll have to learn how to cook with me.

What do you think we should make first?

He really liked those ice cream pancakes yesterday.

Breakfast sounds like a great idea. It’s the kind of meal that can be served at any time of day.

I’m full of great ideas, aren’t I?

You are. Hey, doesn’t that guy over there look familiar?

He does. I think we’ve seen him on the thieves’ network before.

The three thief groups being arrested should’ve been big news. Maybe they suspect us of double-crossing them because we are the only ones who haven’t been arrested yet or they might think we’re colluding with the authorities.

That’s true. We should get back to Alastair fast and get out of here.

They’ll think we’ve betrayed them if they catch us with him. We have to draw them away, get rid of them, and then haul out of this city.

Aren’t they experts in following people? Won’t they know if we’re leading them into a trap?

We’ll have to take a chance to protect Alastair. You ready?

Ready.

Let’s go to that one alleyway that leads into the building with the kidnappers. That’s right. Keep following us. Okay, so it looks like there’s three of them. Almost there. Where should we hide-Oh!

There were already two of them looking through this building.

Thankfully our reactions are still sharp.

Their friends are outside calling them now. They won’t come in until they respond.

Maybe we should use their friend’s unconscious body like a puppet. Lure them in that way.

That’s not going to work.

I know you don’t have a better plan let alone a plan at all.

Okay, we’ll go with that.

This is so stupid.

But it just might work.

Peek out. What can you see?

They’re confused but the three are coming this way.

Okay, now let’s use this guy as a body shield once they come in. And…action! One, two, three! That’s all of them.

You owe me again.

We didn’t bet-Let’s just get back to Alastair.

Do you think there’s more of them?

Probably. We have minutes before they converge on this area.

Let’s hurry up then!

I can’t make our legs move faster! That only stalls us.

Just try to think positively then.

“Alastair! We need to go!”

“What’s going on?”

“There’s a thieving group that might be after us. We aren’t taking any chances so pack your things and let’s go-damn! Get down, Alastair! Ack! Get off us!”

“Wow. What happened to you two?”

“None of your business, just let go of our kid!”

“Did the kid’s parents have some kind of special weapon to use on you? Did they do a kind of special surgery?”

“We said it’s none of your business!”

“I love the “we” routine you got going on there. I’ll tell you what. Because I respect your work and you so much, I’ll take the kid off your hands, maybe sell him to a rich family in a foreign country. You’ll thank me later. In the meantime, we’ll try to get you fixed up. Let’s get’em back to base boys.”

…Where are we?

We’re strapped to some surgery table.

We have to get out of here fast!

Maybe we can combine our strength to break these binds.

These binds are too tough!

Are you going to make that stop us? Alastair is in trouble. I can feel it. He’s going to be sold off or worse if we don’t do anything now.

You’re right.

“Rahhhh!!!!”

That’s right! We did it! Look how shocked they-oh boy.

Get down! We have to do something to stop them from firing at us.

What’s this stuff?

Medical stuff? Looks flammable. Let’s throw it at them. Woah!

They’re explosive too!

Really explosive.

I think we broke something important in the building. We might need this fireproof jacket for later.

Let’s take the rest of these.

Yeah keep running from us and our explosive …whatever it is! Uh oh.

I think we accidentally hit the power room. The building might be catching fire now.

That’s good and bad. Let’s make the most of it and find our weapons.

Here we go. We’re going full auto shotgun mode. This’ll give them a real headache when they wake up after getting hit from these rounds.

Now we’re ready. Where do you think they’re holding Alastair?

Top floor?

I’m not betting on it. Plus, it doesn’t really matter. We’re clearing this place out until we get to him.

Move out the way! Two pissed off parents coming through!

That’s right! Two heads are better than one!

We have one head.

It’s a technicality.

Whatever. There’s the guy that took us here! He’s got Alastair.

“Let go of our kid and you might live.”

“You guys don’t kill unless you need to. I know your history. Agh!”

“We don’t kill but we do hurt. Are you okay Alastair?”

“I’m okay. How are we going to do this? How did the building catch fire?”

“It doesn’t matter. We’ll care you through this. Here, we’ll wrap you up in this fireproof jacket, so the fire doesn’t touch your skin. Keep your head down.”

“What about you?”

“We’re going to be fine. All that matters to us is your safety. Trust us.”

“Okay.”

The flames are really tearing through this building, but we have to make it through this.

It’s so intense in here. I don’t know if we can make it.

We have to for our sake and Alastair’s. We have to give him the family he deserves. We put him in this situation and we’re taking him out of it.

I feel so strange.

Keep going! We’re going to make it!…Sylvia? Can you hear me? You see the exit? We’re going to make it! Just give it one final push and…we’re out! Smell that fresh air of victory and…woah.

“Simon, we’re back to normal.”

“But how?”

“You putting yourself at risk for me must’ve satisfied God. It was a literal trial of fire.”

“Thank you, God, for having mercy on us.”

“Oh, the firefighters are coming. Let’s get out of here. What are we going to do now? We’re flat broke with no home and nothing to our name.”

“That’s fine as long as we’re together.”

“Are you sure, Alastair?”

“We’re used to the homeless life, but you…”

“You’re my parents now. I don’t care as long as we love each other.”

“Alastair!”

“…I’m a father now…”

“Don’t cry or else you’re going to make me cry too.”

“You’re right. We’re going to be the best parents ever. We promise you that.”

“Are our minds still connected? Because you just took the words right out of my mouth.”

“I love you, mom and dad.”

“We love you too, son.”

 

The End

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Love, to be real, must cost. It must hurt. It must empty us of self.” – Blessed Mother Teresa

Chapter 1 – Forced Love

How are we ever going to fix this?

Maybe we should start from the beginning?

Maybe you should since you suggested it.

Okay. We woke up one morning in my room fused together. We were confused for a while before we heard a voice say, “Because you have hated each other and have secretly wanted harm upon one another, you will be fused together until you learn to love each other”. And here we are.

That’s overly simple, James. What about the fact that part of my house is fused to yours? My clothes are even fused to yours. Just look at our wardrobe. Everything is fused together.

Don’t worry about it, Julia. At least it all matches.

But we’ll have to go to the bathroom and take a shower together! We’ll see each other naked!

That’s definitely the worst part.

Ow!

Ha! When you use our hand to hit me you still hurt yourself.

Ow!

Doing it again doesn’t help and I know that you feel that it does. I’m still somewhat surprised that the doctors said that our bodies are completely fine together like this.

Sure, but we have to walk together with a hood on all the time with our heads down.

Speaking about that, do you want me to control our legs when we walk because we have trouble doing anything unless we consent to let one person walk?

I don’t care. We both get tired even when we let the other do something.

I’ll do the walking then.

I’ll do the talking.

You’ll do the talking? No.

Why not?

Because you’re terrible at talking with people.

No, I’m not!

Yes, you are. Who has more friends than you do? Who got a promotion because I was a pseudo-human resources expert? That’s right. I know the thought crossed your mind.

Shut up. What am I going to do then? Just silently scream in our mind?

Oh God no. I’ll let you talk if you know more about something than I do.

But we both know the same things now.

Are you really going to pass up this opportunity to talk?

You can stop me from talking at any time.

And so can you so you’re going to have to trust me. Okay? Come on. We can’t do anything unless we can trust each other.

Fine.

Good. So how about we get ready for work now? We didn’t take a shower yesterday, so let’s-okay. You know for a fact that I don’t want to see you naked. Okay! Now you have a self-abuse problem. So, do you want to strip us or-

I’ll do it. Just close your eye.

I can still see out of your eye.

I’ll just look up then. Hey, make the water hotter.

It is hot.

No, make it hotter like this.

It’s too hot!

I don’t feel it.

I do!

Good.

Who’s going to be the one who’s going to wash us?

I’ll do it.

I didn’t know you wanted to touch me like that.

It’s not that! I’d rather you not touch me is all.

It’s still our body.

Whatever.

What kind of genitalia do we have?

It’s not mine and it’s not yours. I don’t want to think about it. Just stop thinking about it.

Okay. That’s finally done. I think we should wear this simple outfit.

Nope, we’re wearing this.

Who cares what we look like?

I do! I’m a woman of business unlike you.

Do women of business look like us? That’s what I thought. What’s for breakfast?

Cereal.

I’m fine with that. Except not that kind.

What’s wrong with it?

It’s just plain healthy cereal.

What are you four years old? Why does your cereal have to have marshmallows in it?

Because it actually tastes appetizing.

It doesn’t taste bad to me.

It does to me.

It’s just your imagination.

Whatever. Okay, you bathed, clothed, and feed us which is basically what a normal woman is supposed to do. Don’t hit me-us. Let me take over for walking.

I still don’t feel comfortable going out at all.

But we got to earn that bread for ourselves. It’s not too bad.

I feel so awkward being out here like this. This is going to be a pain if this carries over into the summertime.

Ever hear of short-sleeved hoodies?

I still don’t want this to go on for long.

And I thought you were starting to like my company. We have to do this regardless of how comfortable we are with it, so we have to start loving each other.

I’m not going to marry you.

You don’t have to. Love isn’t all about marrying.

I hope that’s not what God wants.

Me too. See? We’re starting to agree with one another.

But what are we going to do now at work?

Whatever we usually do. I think we should-

No, we can’t talk to anyone like this. Only our boss knows about this.

He would’ve already told most of the people here by now knowing him.

What an idiot. We already have people looking at us.

Don’t mind them.

“Hey, James! Or should I say, Julia? Or both?”

“Hey, Nick!”

Are you still mad at that the boss is paying me more than you?

I went to college and work harder than you do. Of course I’m still mad.

I didn’t need that stupid college “education” to be successful in life. All I needed was my family, friends, and my God-given talents. Don’t be mad because I got past where you are with more effort.

I’m going to beat you to a pulp when we’re separated.

You would still be hating me then.

I’m going to lovingly beat you to a pulp. Sound better?

Yep. This is where we decide which of our jobs are going to get done.

Okay.

Ow!

What did we do?

We fell on our butt because we took control of a different leg to go in a different direction. Let’s just decide what we’re going to do first.

I’ve got tons of work to do to help dozens of people within the business and outside of it. At least I try to help others outside my sphere of friends, unlike some people.

Well, you can’t do that if your building burns to ashes. Most things in the building are working fine but I have been seeing abnormalities in it. I should probably check it out before it gets serious.

What? I’m not going to get dirty while wearing this.

You knew we were going to. Don’t lie.

Can’t we just get my work done first?

Let me just check out the systems in the building. Maybe we won’t need to get dirty today.

I always see you dirty.

Yeah? Well you’re always jealous of me, and I’m not making that up, so let’s go.

Fine.

Okay, well everything seems to be better than yesterday. It looks like shutting off some of the systems fixed some of the issues, but there’s still one thing we have to get dirty for to check out.

What? Why?

Because it could cause a major fire if we don’t at least check on it. I adjust and upgrade these things from time to time so that you can “help” people like you say you do.

Let’s just get this over with.

It’s not that bad up there.

To you maybe. It’s filthy up here.

I’m glad you think so.

Why don’t you clean up here? Isn’t that a hazard or something?

Not if it doesn’t affect anything. I’ve been in worse places, so this is nothing to me.

I can’t stand being in here.

Just keep your mind off it then. There are only a couple more things I need to check.

Was that a roach?!

Yeah, I named him Bob.

Why don’t we call an exterminator?

Because buildings like these always have bugs in them. They come and go and if they feel comfortable, they stay.

But shouldn’t we get rid of them?

This is your first time noticing them, so they’re not a problem to you. They’ll be gone soon.

That’s a relief.

Okay. It looks like there isn’t anything wrong here.

So we came up here for nothing?

We came up here to check on something that could’ve been important. I’ve been doing this for months and you haven’t had any problems, which is another reason for my promotion.

Okay, let’s just get out of here. I think I’m going to get sick.

That’s just your imagination.

No, it isn’t. I feel like I need to take two baths after doing that, but I have to get my work done.

This is going to be so boring.

It’s not that bad. It’s just how work is.

My work isn’t like that.

Your work is disgusting and dirty.

But at least it doesn’t put me to sleep. This sucks so much.

Shut up. I’m trying to concentrate here.

Did you notice that the others aren’t saying anything?

The boss told us that he told them not to say anything or he’ll fire them.

It’s probably why we’re not on the news right now.

Do you ever shut up?

No, that’s why so many people like me. I’m also trying to keep us awake.

I don’t need your help.

Fine then. Nap time then.

Wait…stop…Ah!

Told you this work is boring.

Just try to stay awake a little longer. I’m almost done.

How come you never liked talking to me when we first met?

Because I wanted to concentrate on my work.

And that’s why you don’t have friends. How can you say you want to help people when you don’t even want to talk to them?

How can you say you love making friends when you don’t care about helping other people?

Hey, at least I do help people. At least I don’t just think I’m helping people because people tell me I am when I’m just sitting behind a desk while being miserable. Hey! Control yourself! People are really watching now. I’m sorry, okay? I can be a bit too blunt. I get that. You help out people in your own way and I do it in my own way.

Look, that paper you made is probably going to convince the company to help out people in need. Do you know how many lives you’re going to save?

Stop wiping away my tears! I can do it myself!

Okay.

…I’m sorry for that outburst.

It’s fine. I get it.

“Hey, uh…Julia? The boss wants to see you.”

“Okay.”

This is my fault.

I started it. Don’t worry about it.

He might fire us.

I don’t think he’ll do that. He probably just wants to talk to us.

“Hello, James and Julia.”

“Hello, Lloyd.”

“Who am I talking to specifically?”

You’re better at talking.

“James.”

“I can hear it now. Did you know that your voice changes when one of you is in control?”

“I didn’t notice that actually. Thanks for pointing that out. What did you want to talk about?”

“I’m letting you two or one have a little break from work to get used to being together like this.”

“Was it something-”

“No, it wasn’t anything you did. Besides, I know you don’t get aggravated, James.”

I messed up bad.

“It’s not Julia’s fault she got angry. I said some things to her that I shouldn’t have.”

No, you’re right. Don’t even think about using this against me.

“It’s not that she lost control. I just want you two to get better acquainted with the way you are now. You’ll be paid during your time off as well so don’t worry about that.”

“Thank you so much.”

“Don’t worry about it. Just try to get adjusted soon so I can have my two best workers back.”

“You got it.”

See? That wasn’t so bad.

That’s because you were talking.

I didn’t say anything that you wouldn’t’ve.

I wouldn’t have defended you.

That’s true but I’m glad you’re honest.

Let’s just go home. I’m beat.

That wasn’t such a bad day of work. I thought it was pretty interesting.

It was okay.

At least we learned to be caring towards one another.

I wonder how long that will last.

Come on, be more positive.

Sure.

More positive!

Very sure. I’ll take that. So, what do you do after work?

Shower, eat, then sleep. At least it isn’t as awkward taking a shower now.

Uh, you’re making me look-there we go.

Sorry. It’s a habit.

It’s fine. I don’t mind too much. Don’t hit me.

I wasn’t thinking about it for some reason.

See? We’re getting comfortable with each other now.

A little too comfortable.

What do we have here to eat? Uh, oh! I still have leftover pizza here. I’ve been craving it.

I’ll make us something. Hey, stop making me crave pizza!

It’s pepperoni and sausage.

That does sound really good. Wait, no it doesn’t. Stop making me want it. I don’t even like eating pizza.

You what?! You’re going to Hell.

For what?

Not liking pizza. It is one of the many foods God inspired humanity to make. Let me fill your mind with thoughts and sensations of the blessed food.

You already take up too much of my mind, but it does sound appetizing. Okay, I’ll try it.

So? How does it taste?

I’m not sure if you’re making me taste it this way or not.

I’m not doing anything.

Then it tastes great even though it’s just heated up again.

See? I told you.

Okay. Fine. You were right. Now it’s time to get some sleep.

Today wasn’t so bad, right? I don’t mind being with you like this as much now.

I can’t say the same.

I know you’re lying.

Don’t think I actually like you now.

Well, at least we’re off to a good start.

I guess so.

I’m glad that you agree. Good night.

Good night.

 

 

 

The Bible tells us to love our neighbors, and also to love our enemies; probably because they are generally the same people.” – G.K. Chesterton

Chapter 2 – Learning to Love

Time to wake up, Julia. Huh? Why did you think of your ex-boyfriend? He seemed like a nice guy.

He wasn’t. Do you see that orange fox on my side of the bed? He got me that one Valentine’s day. Not because we were in a relationship, but because we’ve been friends since we were kids. We were each other’s only friend for years. The only other kind of love we felt was from our parents. We or at least I thought we were going to be friends forever. I thought we were going to graduate from college then get married, but then…

He cheated both on you and in college.

I never heard from him since. I keep this fox by my side to remind myself not to get my hopes up, even when it comes to people I love.

That’s cold but I understand. I have my own stuffed animal too. Do you see the white rabbit on my side of the bed? That was one of the only things my parents gave me to show me that they truly loved me. They worked in services that helped people, so they were always busy and never home. I keep this bunny to remind myself that them and people, in general, can be compassionate. I seem to have a more positive reminder of people than you do.

I see that. Even though your parents weren’t always there for you, it seems like you turned out exactly how they wanted you to. But me…

I’m sure your parents are proud of you and that ex of yours has been regretting his actions ever since. Please don’t put yourself down. You’re not a bad person. You just need the right person in your life.

Maybe you are that person.

Maybe.

You sure do have a lot of big textbooks over there. Read anything interesting?

You know.

I want to hear what you think of them.

They’re interesting to read. It helps me learn more about people and their motivations. Some of them are business and math books, which I know you find boring.

It’s kind of interesting from what you remember. I recognize some of the ways of thinking from my comic books and manga.

Those are children’s books.

And there we go.

What?

We were getting along so well and then you had to say that.

What makes them adult besides violence and sex?

The themes of good versus evil, moral responsibility, man playing god, pushing people to their limits, and the extremes someone would go to for their love.

That sounds interesting. Can you give me an example?

There’s this one series that’s about this crybaby who gets the powers of a devil. He becomes totally different after that, but things don’t go well as demonkind starts to wipe out humanity.

Okay. I’m remembering it through your mind and it seems good. It’s really dark.

How about something lighter? These comics are about a man who has an alien attached to him. The two go on adventures as they protect the innocent and punish the wicked. He’s a kind of lethal protector.

Looks fun, but it seems like a different take on the previous series that you told me about.

Okay, so how about this. This series is about this black swordsman that’s after this guy who was once one of his closest friends and well…it’s a long story, but you know what I’m trying to summarize.

You like a lot of dark stories.

But I do like my light ones too. Like this one series about this girl whose hair looks like a four-leaf clover. I especially like the part where she meets this guy with white hair that she absolutely hates.

Ha! That is so cute.

Alright, now enough about that. Do you want to get up?

What do you want to do?

We could go to the nearby church I usually attend. We could ask God for answers since He put us in this situation.

Do we have to now? I’m comfortable like this.

I didn’t know that you liked being with me in bed.

Okay. We’re going.

Haha. That did it.

I’m surprised that this church is doing so well in such a filthy area.

God works where the sinners are at and there are a lot over here. It’s a good thing it’s doing so well here. No one bothers it at all compared to the other places around here.

Have you ever been jumped in this area?

Once maybe twice when I was a teenager, but we should be fine.

And if we do get into trouble?

What? Do you want to make a bet? You already have my body and everything I have. Do you want my soul as well?

I’m just asking. Wow. This place is nice. The stained-glass windows, the statues of Jesus, Mary, the saints, and angels. The atmosphere here could stop any sinner in his tracks. This looks way better than the church I go to.

You don’t attend a heretical church, do you?

No, here’s what it looks like.

Oh, it’s not bad. It just has a simpler look to it. Let’s go up to the altar and pray while no one is around. Well no one besides God.

Okay…well? Is anything coming to mind? I can’t hear your thoughts for some reason.

I’m concentrating on prayer. I didn’t hear your prayers either. Is it me or are some of our thoughts audible to us while others are silent?

It seems that way, but we do hear the important parts.

That’s right. Hey, do you bring your family to church too?

No, I just go by myself.

I bring my family and friends to church. When there’s someone who isn’t strong in their faith or worships the wrong one, I bring them here to try to convert them.

What are you an evangelist?

No, not at all. I’ve only converted a few of the people I know.

That’s great. I’m sure God is happy…with…you…

What is it?

I save people money and help them get the help they need. You help save souls. Which one do you think is more important?

You do help more people than I do.

What does it matter when I don’t help them with what really matters? I don’t even think that I put God first like how I’m supposed to.

If you think that’s bad, I don’t even try to care about people. I only try to help those I’m comfortable with. I can see why that’s so bad now.

At least that isn’t as bad as divorcing people from numbers and generalizations. I always thought of people in terms of ideologies and I never took into account their unique personalities and situations. Everyone was just a different version of an archetype that I read in a psychology book in my mind.

Oh come on. Just look at the bigger picture. Because you help so many people with their problems, they can now focus on God and the afterlife.

But most people don’t do that. How about you look at the bigger picture. You’ve put all your friends and family on the narrow path of salvation that few people find and you’re putting me on it too.

If I did, then stop putting yourself down.

How about you stop putting down the importance of what you do?

Are we really arguing for each other on who is the better person?

We are, and you know I’m right.

And you know that I’m right as well.

Fine.

Fine.

…I guess those prayers helped after all.

And in so little time. He usually takes a while to answer them.

I guess we should put an extra donation.

We’ll go half and half.

I’ll donate forty dollars. You can buy me dinner later.

That’s not fair! I know you’re going to make it pricey.

Deal with it.

At least that was good for us. What do you think?

I think we’re being followed.

I think it’s your stereotyping of people that’s getting to you.

No, it isn’t.

I’ll look-oh we might have some trouble.

Told you. You deal with them.

“Hey, man. I remember you when we were kids.”

“Oh yeah? Do you remember what happened last time you snuck up behind us?”

“Yeah, and I remember, but you’re alone now.”

“And? I don’t need anyone else to beat-oh you brought along two of your boyfriends. How great.”

I’m going to need your help with this.

What am I supposed to do? I can’t fight.

Then what was all of that big talk about kicking my butt?

I’m still going to do that.

Watch out! Punch! Left! Kick! Duck!

Ow! I can’t do all of this at once!

Neither can I but maybe we can if we join our minds into one…Ready?

Ready.

Punch! Kick! Elbow! Pull! Punch! Left! Right! Left! Duck! Uppercut! Kick! Punch!

We did it!

“Ya’ll better fix yourselves up. If I see you again, it better be in that church praying for forgiveness.”

“What are you?!”

“That’s none of your business now get out of here!”

Look at them run. See, what did I tell you?

That calls for a little celebration. What do you think?

Are you just saying that because I’m buying?

Well, you don’t have to.

I will. It wouldn’t be manly of me if I didn’t.

Oh brother.

How about we try this sandwich place in town?

What do they serve?

Sandwiches.

I know-

I know what you meant. They have all kinds of sandwiches that are hard to find outside of the city.

At least it’s in a better area.

There are so many people here.

Remember to keep your head down. We don’t want to start a fuss.

Alright.

Let me try to remember what I got last time that was good. Uh…buffalo chicken, egg salad, grilled shark, some kind of double sandwich, uh…get an Italian sausage with gravy.

Okay. Oh man. The food smells great.

“Italian sausage?”

“That’s for me!”

“Here-oh!”

Dang it, you idiot. I told you to keep your head down. He almost dropped our sandwich.

I’m too used to bringing my head up to talk to people.

“Thank you!”

People are looking at us now. Keep your head down and we’ll eat somewhere else.

Where do you have in mind?

The only place that I know that is relatively empty is the garden park a couple blocks away from here.

Why is it relatively empty?

It’s a garden park. It smells like flowers and vegetables.

I love that smell.

Then I’m going to need you to make it seem good to me because the smell is irritating to me some days.

This place looks amazing. There’s a garden house fields to play and dozens of flowers. It’s amazing that this place exists in the city.

How about we sit over there on that bench near those roses?

Sure. Now it’s time to chow down. Yum! This is so good! What are you doing with my hand?

Hold on.

Why did you pick this flower?

Because I looked at it and I thought of you. Plus, you said you liked the smell of flowers and from what I can pull from your memories, you like these kinds of flowers.

I love it. Thank you.

You’re welcome. Remember to keep your head down. We don’t want anyone seeing our face…well maybe just yours in particular. I’m kidding of course!

I know. That guy was scared to see me.

I thought he was scared to see a pretty girl’s face attached to my ugly mug.

You’re not ugly. I know from your memories that there’s a girl in that shop that always likes looking at you.

That doesn’t mean anything. I’m only interested in girls that I talk to.

You’re always talking to me.

Well, that’s because I’m forced to-but that doesn’t mean I don’t like you! I think you’re a great person.

Do you really think that?

You know if I’m lying.

Then why are we still together like this?

I don’t know. Maybe there will be a challenge ahead of us that will test us.

I hope not. I’m not sure if I can handle challenges that make me distrust people.

Hey, you know me. You know my thoughts now. Even if I do something bad, I’ll make it up.

Okay. I trust you.

Now can we please go home? We’ve had to go to the bathroom since this morning.

I hate doing that like this.

Why? We’ve showered and dressed together.

But this is disgusting like this.

I’ll be quiet.

But I know you’ll be feeling it.

I know we’ll be crapping ourselves soon if you don’t move it! Pick your poison.

Okay, fine!

See? That wasn’t so bad.

I guess not.

So we’re cool with not holding it in for so long?

You’ll probably have to convince me again.

Dang it.

Should we go out for dinner? How can we hide our face in public for long periods of time?

We did it at work, but most people knew about it. Do you want to make dinner?

Is this another woman joke?

Half and half. I want to see what you can make.

I’m in the mood for breakfast. How about I make blueberry pancakes?

Sounds great.

Let me see if we have what we need and…we do. Should I start making it?

Yes. I’m thinking about going out again.

Where to?

That garden park again. Did you see those lights in the trees and greenery? Those light up every night.

I’d love to go!

Great. Let’s speed up making these pancakes then.

You can’t just speed up cooking. You know I’ve noticed that my way of talking is different from how I usually talk.

How so?

I’ve been talking more in laymen speak than the more proper, educated way that I usually talk in.

Maybe it’s because your mind and ours are almost completely connected?

Or maybe talking to you is making me dumb. I mean you know the way I feel now. I would never have dreamed of feeling this way towards another person just a few days ago.

You’re having a similar effect on me too. I’ve changed just as much as you have.

But you know me. You’ve done more for me than I have for you.

That’s true and I’m saying anything about doing more, it’s about the change. You know I wonder why you always you want to contradict me on things like this. First, we argued about each other and now we’re arguing for the other person. I’m trying to find a reason inside your head. Is it because-

It’s because I don’t trust myself anymore. The things I’ve learned these past couple days has completely destroyed the world I once knew. Now…I don’t know what to think.

You know what to think. Stop lying to yourself. You know what you did wrong, so now you know what to do. Even if you do the wrong thing again, you can just apologize and start over.

I don’t know.

Trust me about this. You got me to like you even after we hated each other for so many months. That has to count for something. I know you don’t like yourself anymore, but you have to love yourself a little. If you don’t, then I will.

Okay…thanks.

You’re welcome. Now pay attention to those pancakes because they might be getting a bit too burnt.

They are! I’m sorry.

Don’t worry about it. I like my food well done.

Stop lying.

No, it’s good. Great even! I’ve never tasted pancakes this good.

It tastes too burnt.

Yeah they are.

I’m glad you’re being honest with me now.

I was being honest!

Sure. Should we go out now?

Yeah. The lights should be on by the time we get there.

Okay. Wait, I just pulled up a memory that says you’ve never seen the lights?

Not at all. I’ve been waiting for someone to go there with.

Someone special?

You could say that. You ready to see them?

I can already see them from here. It’s like a completely different place.

It’s better than I imagined. Look at how the lights change and how they complement the colors of the flowers.

I know you want to compare me to them.

I do.

Say it then.

Why? You already hear it in my thoughts.

I want to hear it from you.

It’s cornier than corn!

Say it!

Okay. You’re more beautiful than all of the flowers and lights in the garden. Happy now?

Very. Aren’t you?

I guess so.

Guess?

I am happy even though I’m living like this with you. I wouldn’t mind living the rest of my life like this.

I wouldn’t mind either. Do you…just want to enjoy this moment in silence for a couple more minutes before we go home?

Yeah, I’d like that.

I knew you would. That’s how I got the idea.

Ha!

 

 

 

But from the beginning of creation, ‘God made them male and female.’ ‘For this reason a man shall leave his father and mother and be joined to his wife, and the two shall become one flesh.’ So they are no longer two but one flesh.” Mark 10: 6-8

Chapter 3 – Together as One

Julia.

James? What is it? Is it time to get up already?

Yeah. Hey, don’t try to go back to sleep! Why do you always have to put my side of our body on the bottom?

Because that’s where you belong.

Well, I’m burnt.

That’s right. Now, go back to sleep.

We can’t. We’re so close to being back to normal. I can feel it.

Do you want to leave me this badly?

What?

You’re the only person I’ve met who I can trust completely. I know what you think and what you’re going to do. There aren’t any consequences for staying like this until we die. This is perfect for us.

Stop thinking this nonsense! We can’t keep living like this.

We’ll find a way to make it work.

I’m-hey! Let me get up!

No. You’re mine until we die.

We can live well together separated.

But it won’t be like this.

You trust me, right?

Of course.

Then you know that I will never do you wrong.

Sure, but-

You don’t have to know everything I’m thinking to trust me.

But I want to.

Then you don’t trust me.

I do trust you!

Is it just because you can hear my thoughts? It sounds like it. Trust is vital in all relationships, so if you truly love me, then let me go.

But…I might lose you.

You know for a fact that fear bothers me too. I will do everything in my power to stay with you until the end.

But I won’t have you like this.

You will if you marry me.

I…I do.

I didn’t kneel or anything, but okay. This is great. Now all you have to do is let me have my control. Hey, I’m thinking of a song my parents used to sing to me during rainy days. Are you thinking about it too?

I am. Sing it with me then.

I can’t sing.

You’re not singing out loud and I love listening to your voice.

…okay.

 

I can see it in your eyes

In your tears

All of the suffering you’ve been through

All of the pain you’ve felt

 

I can feel your sadness

Your anger and your regrets

This world is a non-stop place for sorrow

Like an everlasting storm

 

I’ll be here for you

To hold you when things get tough

When hope seems far away!

I’ll always hold your hand

Through the happy moments and the sad

When everyone else has left, I’ll be right here!

 

The clouds cry with you

Angels shed tears as you suffer

So don’t believe you are broken beyond repair

And know that you will never be alone

 

I’ll stay with you through it all

Heal the bleeding in your heart

Walk with you through the storms

Nothing will stop me from getting you to smile

 

I’ll be here for you

To hold you when things get tough

When hope seems far away!

I’ll always hold your hand

Through the happy moments and the sad

When everyone else has left, I’ll be right here!

 

When the light seems so far away,

Hold onto me!

When all seems lost,

I will always stand with you!

 

I’ll be here for you

To hold you when things get tough

When hope seems far away!

I’ll always hold your hand

Through the happy moments and the sad

When everyone else has left, I’ll be right here!

 

Right here, always with you forever…

 

You know what the song means. You know how I feel. Trust me.

…Let me think about it for a second.

Eh…fine. Just don’t take waste time.

…Okay, I think I’ve made up my mind. Did you hear what I decided? Hey, are you awake? You have to be because I am. Ow. I guess you aren’t. That’s strange. I do like staying like this. I could stay lay down with you forever…but…I know I can’t. I’m sorry that I fooled myself into thinking we could stay like this forever. It’s just my mistrust of people, but I know that you won’t disappoint me. I trust you…

“Hey, stop hitting me…”

“I didn’t hit you because I didn’t feel it…”

“Wait! Ow!”

“That’s what you get for touching me where you’re not supposed to.”

“We’re going to be married! What’s so wrong with-Nevermind, our bodies are apart! My house is back to normal too!”

“Huh?! You’re right-”

“Ow! What now?”

“I wanted to be the one to kiss you first.”

“That’s too bad. Ow!”

“Ow! You can’t hit me!”

“I can defend myself. Is it really going to be like this?”

“It will be, and you can’t stop me. Hahaha! Hey!”

“You don’t have my strength anymore. You’re back to having the strength of a nerd. Haha! Ow! Why did you hit me there? I guess you don’t want kids.”

“I can still get you. Hahaha!”

We got married soon after then began to raise a family. We still argue with each other now and then, but who doesn’t with their closest friends and family? We thank God every day of our lives for the blessing he gave us that we thought was a curse. Even though we know life will have its difficulties when we will feel weak, we will stay faithful to one another until the very end.

 

The End

 

What is the mark of love for your neighbor? Not to seek what is for your own benefit, but what is for the benefit of the one loved, both in body and in soul.

-St. Basil the Great

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The Martyr who Failed

Part 1 – The First Death

There’s an unknown group of people that wander the country and kidnap and kill people for their own amusement. This night, they’ve kidnapped a man named Sebastian, his friends, and family, which includes his wife and two children. They force Sebastian to kill himself with a knife in order to save the life of his family. He tries to kill himself, but he passes out due to blood loss. The kidnappers don’t let him die honorably. They patch Sebastian up then kill everyone he knows. They then carve one of the Chinese symbols for failure on his head after they shave it. The kidnappers also carve three tear marks under both his eyes because of how much despair and sorrow Sebastian was in. After that, they bury him alive and naked, but since he almost did what they asked, they put him in a broken coffin with tools so that he can break out.

“We’ll let you off easy,” one of them says, “You have everything in your coffin to dig yourself out. If you’re ballsy enough, you can find out how to find us there.”

A glimmer of light in Sebastian’s lifeless eyes lights up. The kidnapper talking to him notices it but doesn’t pay it any attention.

“I will find you,” Sebastian swears, “But I won’t kill you. I’ll do worse! You better run fast and run far because I won’t have mercy on you!”

Sebastian is laughed at as he’s buried alive. He screams out his resolve as the final bit of dirt covers his grave. The kidnappers put down St. Peter’s cross before they drive off as Sebastian breaks free. He’s not an escape artist and his wounds still hurt so it takes some doing for him to escape. He emerges from the dirt as rain pours down on him and lightning lights up the night sky. It turns out that the kidnappers buried Sebastian in a graveyard not too far from his house.

He walks from the graveyard to his house while completely naked though he is unable to feel shame. His pain and anger are enough to push him forward.

“I’ll find them,” he says aloud to himself in a sneering voice, “I’ll make them all pay.”

A few people in cars pass Sebastian by and don’t bother with him. People on the streets that see him turn their heads away. No one cares about him. No one cares to think about the help he might need. Some think his situation is the result of a prank or one too many drinks. Sebastian keeps heading home while paying the same attention to them. Thoughts of revenge and what he’ll do to every single one of them course through his mind and memories of his loved ones. His anger gives way to sadness when he thinks of the people he lost.

“I’m sorry,” he says with tears flowing from his face yet again. The pain from his wounds makes it look like he’s crying bloody tears. “I’m sorry I couldn’t kill myself for you. I’m sorry they couldn’t let me die. I’m sorry you had to die for me…please…Please give me the strength to do this for you.”

Once he gets home, the first thing he notices is that the family car and his friends’ cars are gone along with the decoration his family put outside the house and the window. There’s nothing inside the house except for a piece of paper and a pair of basic clothes constituting of jeans, black sneakers, and black jacket on the floor. It’s as if his family never moved into the house. The letter has a number of places written on it with no context. These places aren’t too far from here, but the places are abandoned. They are the perfect places for Sebastian to get his revenge. The water still works in the house, so Sebastian takes a shower before changing clothes and heading out.

The first place he goes to is a small shack at the edge of town. Sebastian has to walk all the way there, but he doesn’t mind. This is the only thing in his life that he’s focused on.

“I will give my life to this if I have to,” he says to himself as if he’s telling God Himself what he’s about to do.

There’s a four-door truck outside the shack. Three people patrol the area and appear to have concealed weapons. The only person he doesn’t see is one of the people that forced him to kill himself.

“These might just be his underlings,” Sebastian says to himself while planning a strategy.

After having a plan of attack, he executes it. He takes a medium sized but heavy rock and throws it at one of the guards with it when he’s taking a leak. Once he’s down, Sebastian knocks him out with a punch to the face. The guard has a gun on him along with a wallet. Sebastian resists the idea to kill the guards and the leaders and leaves the wallet alone. The other two are sitting inside the shack and talking to each other. Sebastian knocks on the door.

“The door’s unlocked ya idiot,” one of them says.

Sebastian knocks again.

“What? Do you need help or something?”

Again, another knock.

“You’ve got to be kidding. Hold on.”

Once the guard comes outside, Sebastian knocks them out and puts their body aside. He then heads inside and throws the heavy rock at the other guard’s face and knocks him out with his fists. Sebastian finds a metal baseball bat in the shack and takes it with him. He goes outside to the backyard of the shack to find one of the people that forced him to kill his family. The man is with another victim. He’s showing the innocent man a pile of maggot infested corpses in a ditch.

The man asks, “Do you know who these people are?”

“N-no,” the innocent man answers.

“These are the people we were paid to kill mixed in with the people that chose to mess with us and people that we killed for fun.”

Sebastian begins to sneak up on them.

“If you don’t want to end up like them, then I suggest you never talk to anyone about what you found.”

Sebastian hits the kidnapper over the head, which scares the innocent who almost falls into the mass grave of bodies.

“You’re safe now,” Sebastian says to the man as he catches him from falling.

“What are you going to do?”

“I’m going to get my revenge on these bastards. I’m not going to kill them. I’m going to do worse.”

“Are you crazy? Do you even know what these people are capable of? They’re not just normal crazy people.”

“I don’t care. This is going to happen.”

“I’ll pray that you succeed but I’m not sure you will.”

The innocent man runs away from the shack. Sebastian then enacts his revenge on his first victim. He buries the man underneath all the maggot infested bodies but gives him just enough room to breathe. The man wakes up just as Sebastian is about to leave. He screams out in fear and disgust as the maggots cover him and crawl all over his face and body. With a smirk on his face, Sebastian leaves the backyard. He then takes the man’s phone and calls the police to come to this location before he heads out in the kidnapper’s truck to the next location.

“One down. Five to go. They’re all going to pay. Every last one of them. In the worst way possible,” Sebastian says with conviction.

 

 

Part 2 – The Long Night

The rain continues to pour on Sebastian’s darkest night. Lightning lights up the sky and thunder roars like war drums pounding to warn his victims of his arrival.

“I’m going to get them. I’m going to make them pay,” Sebastian says to himself over and over again, “I can do this. I have to…but what if I can’t? This’ll all be for nothing then. Would my parents approve of my actions? Would my wife still love me? Would my children still look at me as their father?”

Sebastian’s mind trails off before a bright flash of lightning snaps him out of it. He’s at where he needs to be.

“There’s no going back,” he continues, “There’s no other reason to live. If I won’t do this, no one will.”

Right now, he’s at an old grindhouse. The electricity is barely working and the blades in the building have grown dull and rusty. A couple of cars are parked at the side of the building. Peaking inside, Sebastian can see four guards and the woman that cut the throats of his children. The people here appear to be repurposing this place as a hideout. His blood boils, but he calms himself down and plans his attack. A sound from behind catches his attention and Sebastian quickly knocks out the guard with his baseball bat though he is still found out. He hastily knocks out another two guards before the rest shoot at him. He takes cover behind a piece of machinery. The guards and the woman who killed his children point their guns where he’s taking cover and slowly walk around the side to get a shot at Sebastian.

“What do I do? What do I do?” he asks himself.

The guns the knocked guards had are close by on the floor. Sebastian has never used a gun before but now he has no choice to. He runs to grab them and slides behind another big piece of machinery and manages not to get hit. Knowing he only has one shot at this, Sebastian calmly breathes in and out before running out of cover and unloading both of his guns. Ten shots land and hit the guards and the woman in the leg. He then goes up to where they are and knocks out the guards before grabbing the woman and holding her over a meat grinder.

“You actually did have the balls to come back. Ha, not many people do,” the woman says.

“You better stop killing innocent people! Or else you’ll face another person like me. Except they’ll probably kill you.”

“What? You aren’t going to do it yourself? It’s a shame that a child’s own father won’t take revenge for them. Do you remember the way they died? I do. They kept calling out for you as they bleed from their throats. I don’t know what’s so special about killing adults when children are so much more delectable.”

Something snaps in Sebastian and he strangles the woman’s neck. As she suffocates, she begins to smile as if she wanted him to do this. Seeing this, he quickly turns on the meat grinder and throws her in it. The blades are rusty and dull, and the factory is about to run out of power, so this’ll hurt, but it won’t kill her. Again, Sebastian uses one of the guards’ phones to call the police so that they can arrest these people. Sebastian then drives away still furious about what the woman said. His hands grip the steering wheel as if they were still around the woman’s neck.

“That bitch. That fucking bitch!” he says aloud before attempting to collect himself before he gets to the next place, “I gotta remember. I’m not like them. I’m not going to kill any of them. They’re just going to wish I did. But I still hurt them. I even buried one alive. Am I even still a good person? Was I ever?”

Before he can think of the answer, he’s at the next location. It’s an abandoned one-story building like the last place, but this one appears to be going through some construction. Sebastian doesn’t remember hearing about this building being built on the news, who would usually talk about new buildings. It appears that this group of murderers have enough money to create their own buildings in a not so secret way. Regardless, Sebastian parks a little far away from the building. There are quite a few trucks and cars here, so Sebastian makes sure to scout out the area before heading in. The power is on in the building, so he sneaks around and short circuits it. He then heads in through a basement window. Inside, he finds a cache of weapons, clothes, money, and various other things. These seem to be things that the kidnappers bought themselves or took from their victims, which is most likely out of the two.

Heading upstairs, Sebastian sees that there are some guards still patrolling the halls. He knocks out the nearest one near the door and hides their body in the basement. This noise attracts another two guards who Sebastian lures into the basement to take them out. Once he hides the unconscious bodies, Sebastian quickly, but quietly checks all the rooms to find his primary target. He knocks out who he can including one person on the toilet. That man’s face he leaves in the urinal.

Eventually, he finds his way to a room with a furnace. The man tweaking it is the man that killed his wife. Holding his anger in, for now, he quietly walks up the man pulls him out and breaks both of the man’s legs with his bat.

He holds up the man near the furnace’s fire and says, “Who’s the asshole who can’t do anything for his wife now?!”

“Look, I didn’t know you were with Tommy and Jefferson okay? If ya’ll just wanted us gone, then we would’ve disappeared into the wind and stopped hurting people! Or at least I would!”

“Who are you talking about?”

“What? You’re not…”

Gunshots are heard outside.

“The damn feds are turning against us after everything we did for them! They couldn’t keep their do-gooders out of the loop. Listen to me man, they’re going to think you’re a psycho like us. I can get you out of here and help you get your revenge for your family!”

“What is the furnace used for?”

“Why does it matter?!”

Sebastian headbutts the man in the face, which causes the man to lose a couple teeth.

“W-we used it to get information out of people and to scare them! We put them in those fireproof body bags over there, so they’d feel like they’re burning alive while in it.”

Sebastian looks at the fireproof body bags.

“Don’t get any ideas man! I already confessed my sins to you!”

“You confessed. Now you have to do penance.”

Sebastian knocks the man down then shoves him into the fireproof body bags. He then puts the furnace on and puts the man in it. As he watches the man burn and hears him scream, Sebastian smiles deviously, but in the fires, he sees his fate, which is similar. His smile fades away as he sees this. Since the gunfight is still going on, Sebastian sneaks through the fighting to get to his truck and drives away.

Two backup police come out of hiding as he escapes.

“Pull the vehicle over now!” one of the officers says over the car’s speakers.

Sebastian thinks about it then says to himself, “I can’t. I don’t know how long or if these killers are going to stay in their places. There’s only three left. I have to get this done myself. It’s what I have to do!”

The police cars chase Sebastian onto a highway. He weaves through cars in order to get through the dense traffic and escape, but the police stay on his tail. There doesn’t seem to be a way to escape until he sees the way laid before him.

“Well, at least this parking spot is close to where I need to be,” Sebastian says before driving his truck into a lake.

Once the truck is under water, Sebastian uses his bat to break the car window. He swims to a sewer entrance while under the cover of water. The action-packed ordeal takes a lot out of Sebastian, so he sits on the floor once he’s inside the sewer system. He breathes in the sewer stained air disinterested about how it smells and does the sign of the cross to show how thankful he is to still be breathing. This next person is supposed to be in these sewer systems for some reason. When Sebastian finds his way to a part where parts of the sewer converge, he’s ambushed by the woman who killed his family and her armed guards.

She says, “We were expecting someone else, but this’ll do. You have only one option if you want to live. Join our ranks. It might take some getting used to, but it’ll be worth it. Trust me. I was in your exact position a couple years ago.”

“It’s over for you and your band of mercenaries or psychos or whatever you are. Three of your leaders are already under arrest and the law is after you.”

“That’s not an answer I’ve heard before, but it’s also the answer I didn’t want to hear. It’s a shame too. I would’ve gladly been a replacement for your wife.”

The sewer system begins to flood because of the heavy storm outside. Sebastian and the kidnappers run away from the impending rush of sewage water while some of the guards are instantly caught up in it. The water blocks off certain passages and manages to catch the guards while Sebastian and the woman are still able to keep running. The only escape they find is a ladder that leads to a sewer grate. Sebastian is ahead, so he’s the first one to climb up. Both of them manage to climb up the ladder just in time as the flood of sewage water passes by. Sebastian looks down at the woman and she can already tell what he’s thinking.

She smiles then says, “Marry me?”

Sebastian responds by saying, “That’s not how it works,” before kicking her face and making her fall into the putrid water. “Shit is supposed to go down the toilet. Just like you.”

He gets back to land and goes back to where the sewage water gets out to see the guards and woman wash up on the other side into the arms of the police. Somewhat thankful these people are still alive. He turns around to continue his journey of revenge. The paper that says the location of the kidnappers is wet and barely readable, but Sebastian can infer what it says since he looked at it several times already. He has to walk in the rain again to get to the next place, but Sebastian doesn’t mind. There are only a couple of people left. Two more people that deserve a fate worse than death.

 

 

Part 3 – The Redemption

This next person is not too far away from Sebastian. They’re at a popular bar and town and the place is full of people tonight. Sebastian casually walks into the bar and looks around to see what he’s up against. Everyone here is enjoying a new type of drug, so they’re not a problem. In the upper room of the bar, he finds the man who killed his friends. He’s not drugged up and drunk like his friends and customers. The man is also enjoying him with two women. He has a shotgun by his side, so going in to attack him head-on might not be a good idea. Sebastian heads to the back alley to find the truck that the man and his guards came in. The truck looks like it was recently open. In it, he finds the ingredients for the drug, a gas mask, a list of what the drugs do, which notes amounts needed for a high, and a bag full of them.

He gets an idea and takes what he needs. With the drug ingredients in hand, he puts the right amount of it in the air ducts so that it spreads throughout the building. Sebastian puts the gas mask on and waits a few seconds for the drugs to take their effect. When he goes to the bar, he finds everyone giggling and smiling on the ground. They’re exhausted because of the drug and don’t have the strength or care to move. The same thing goes with the man upstairs and his girls. Now that he doesn’t have the strength to fight back Sebastian takes the man and brings him downstairs to the bar. He takes the strongest drinks from behind the bar and forces the man the drink until he pukes. He then throws the man aside and into someone’s crotch.

There’s only one more place to go now. One more person to get revenge on. Before Sebastian leaves, he takes the man’s car keys to the truck, calls the police to this bar, and drives off to the final location. The rain is still pouring hard on this particularly dark night. The lightning is striking more frequently and erratically now as if nature is playing a song to signal the end of Sebastian quest for vengeance. This next place is an abandoned hospital. When Sebastian gets to it, a couple other cars and trucks leave the hospital while a couple stays behind. Before he goes into the building, Sebastian says a quick prayer before entering the building. He starts by going through the basement. In it, his eyes see the fire again for a second before his eyes adjust to see gas canisters and a lighter among the stolen goods. Sebastian takes the gas canister and pours it into the room.

Once the gas can is empty, he goes upstairs and starts dealing with the guards. These guards are more attentive about watching the windows than the hallways so they’re not much to deal with. After they’re all knocked out, Sebastian finds his last target. It’s the man who came up with the idea that he should martyr himself for his family. The man is on the phone with someone.

He says, “Just because the others are caught, it doesn’t mean that I can’t bring us back from the brink. I did start this whole group after all…I got a few ideas, start a worldwide scare, kill a couple big names, whatever sounds too edgy to be real…Of course, I was kidding-Of course I’m being serious! Look…Ok, fine. I’ll talk to you later when something actually happens. Wait, you know what? I’ll find you and you might not like it when I do. Good day to you sir.”

The man hangs up the phone and looks over the table of guns and checks them. Since he’s caught up in thought, he’s easy to knock out, but this can’t be the end of it all. It’s too easy. This man is the leader of the nameless band of mercenaries who are also kidnappers. It is not likely that this person will change his ways, which is where Sebastian’s plan comes into effect. He takes the unconscious bodies of the guards outside of the building along with the stolen goods. After that, he uses the gas canisters and soaks every inch of the building in it. He breathes in and out slowly before going through the final part of his plan. He puts the leader of the mercenaries in a room with him and wakes him up before setting the building ablaze.

Everything quickly catches fire including the way out of the room.

“What did you do?!” the leader says in a panic.

“I lit everything on fire. It all ends here.”

“What?! Why?! I-I’ll change! I swear I will. We can both get out of this mess together if we-”

“No, I already know how people like you work. This is the only way you’ll change.”

“And what are you going to do? Huh? Did you stay just to watch me burn?”

Sebastian hugs the man.

“What are you doing?!”

“I’m going to die here with you. I’ve already forgiven you and your friends. I don’t hate you.”

“How can you not? We killed everyone you hold dear and took all your stuff. Don’t you hate me?”

“I said I forgive you. I’m willing to die with you to show you that. To show that you still have a person in this world that cares about you.”

“I…I don’t know what to say.”

“Let go of your hate and honestly confess the things you did wrong. And…please forgive me for ending things this way. The fires will only burn me for a short while, but they will burn you for an eternity if you don’t do this.”

The man begins to sob and hug Sebastian as the flames begin to consume them. Sebastian feels the intense flames for only a short amount of time. In the fire, he sees everyone he holds dear waiting for him in the eternal light with open arms.

 

The End

 

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Choice and Consequence of “Normality” (C&C1) – First half

Chapter 1 – Never-ending Nightmares

Someone wakes up in a dark room with two doors. One has a glass design of a naked male with blue flowers surrounding him while the other has a design of a naked female who is surrounded by red roses. The unknown individual walks through the female door and is presented by another set of two doors with one label yes and the other no.

“Do you know who you are?” a feminine voice asks.

The individual walks through the “Yes” door and a girl with markings on her body grabs the person and throws them into a pit of hands that grab them and pull them in while sinking them into a deep abyss.

A woman wakes up in her bed, sweaty and afraid.

She shakes off her feelings of fear and says, “Just another damn nightmare.”

She takes her medication then throws away the empty bottle.

“And these shitty medications don’t help.”

Her name is Rose, she’s twenty-five years old, and isn’t really anything special. She works as an accountant at a bank while living in an apartment in a city called Hillside City. She doesn’t talk to her family and only has one friend a man by the name of Richard. Today is another normal day for work so she gets dressed and walks to her job. Along the way, things get strange as the morning sky becomes cloudy and the city foggy. The people who rush to work in cars, buses, and on foot see to vanish in the fog leaving Rose to walk the streets alone and confused. She tries to ignore what’s happening and keeps walking forward. Further into the fog, dark figures are seen on the edge of the fog but don’t physically appear. What can only be described as a rusty machine is heard as Rose continues her way to work and as she gets closer, the fog seems to consume her, but as she enters the bank, everything goes back to normal. Rose checks outside to see if everything is normal and she sees the busy people that she was supposed to be seeing and the other people who walk the streets but didn’t. She then immediately goes to her desk and takes her medication again that she keeps in her desk in case of emergencies.

Richard, a close friend of Rose, who has brown eyes, hair, and wears black clothes, with a red tie, approaches her and says, “Hey, how are you doing?”

“Just fine. You?”

“Really? Because I just saw you taking your pills. Don’t you take them at home?”

“Yes, but a normal dose doesn’t help.”

“Well try not to overdose alright?”

“Alright.”

Suddenly, three armed robbers disguised in clown masks come in, shoot the guards, and demand money. Everyone including Rose and Richard get down as one of the robbers explain that they’re robbing the bank to get revenge on the government.

One person gets up in protest and says, “Then why involve us in it you pieces of shit?! You’re not only gonna hurt them, but you’re going to hurt us as well!”

The person gets shot in the leg and the crowd screams in fear.

The robber then says, “Now if anyone else wants to end up being shot then you have permission to speak.”

‘These guys are such assholes’, Rose thinks to herself, ‘Thankfully I actually have something to deal with them.’

She pulls out a high-powered magnum that she carries around in case of emergencies from her desk and crawls under her desk as she aims at the robbers’ legs and shoots them with one bullet that knocks down all of them. Once they are down, the crowd pounces on them, knocking their weapons away and beat them up. One of them activates an explosion that blows up certain parts of the bank like some of the walls and the ceiling. Everyone in the bank scatter as they leave the bank just as the police arrive. They pull out the robbers of the collapsing building and arrest them.

Rose watches her only source of income be destroyed right in front of her and feels the anger and headaches she has get worse.

“Well this is turning out to be a great day isn’t it?” says Richard.

“If great means absolutely terrible, then yes. Today is a great day.”

Rose starts to walk away and Richard follows her.

“Oh come on. Something like this always happens in this city.”

“But did it really have to happen to our job? I mean really as if I didn’t have enough to worry about.”

“That’s how it is though. Some people think only for themselves and end up ruining the lives of others.”

“…”

“Hey since I didn’t really get a chance to get breakfast, do you want to eat without with me?”

“Sure. I got nothing better to do.”

“Cool.”

The two go to a nearby diner and sit down and order what they want. While waiting for their dishes to arrive, Rose doses off and wakes up in a dark area with the dinner table and chair she sits at still there except there is a lighter and a flashlight.

‘Where the Hell am I?’ Rose thinks to herself as she picks up the lighter and flashlight, ‘Is this another nightmare?’

She wanders the abyss with the flashlight on as rain falls from the empty sky. She follows dark marks on the ground that seem to be arrows that lead her to a maze-like area made of corroded concrete. Movement can be heard in the maze as Rose moves forward along with the shadows of what look to be monsters can be seen moving away from her as if they are stalking her. As Rose keeps moving through the maze, the noise of movement grow louder and louder until it suddenly stops. Rose stops walking as she looks around and when she turns around, she sees a horrible looking monster that has the face of the robber’s masks and chains that go through its body. It swings at her as soon as she looks at it and breaks the flashlight that she is holding, which hurts her arm and causes her to run. She runs away from the monster as it chases her. It moves considerably fast despite the bullet wound in its leg, but Rose manages to get away with enough sharp turns. Rose sits down on the floor and takes a quick rest while holding her arm.

‘Ah! That thing really hit my arm really hard’, she thinks to herself.

Rose searches for her magnum on herself, but can’t manage to find it.

‘Damn it! I thought I still had it with me. Did I lose it? Whatever I just have to worry about getting out of here.’

She uses the lighter to light her way as she makes her way through the maze. It doesn’t give as much light as the flashlight, but it’s better than nothing. After making her way further into the maze, she stumbles into the monster again. She jolts back a little but quickly notices that it hasn’t noticed her yet despite being so close to it. It moves closer to her, but she tries to keep the same distance away from it as it moves past and away from her.

‘So that’s how it is. I just gotta keep a good distance away from them with the lighter, but I still can barely see anything.’

After a little more wandering, she finds a sees a light ahead and starts to run towards it and as she does, she hears the sound of footsteps chasing her. She picks up her pace as the light grows brighter and the footsteps grow louder. The bright light envelops her as she continues to run, giving her the hope that she’s escaping. As Rose thinks she’s at the exit, she looks behind her and sees the monster that is chasing her. It isn’t the monster from before. It’s something different, something indescribable. The monster reaches out for Rose and grabs her shoulder.

“Hey Rose.”

Rose wakes up in the dinner she was at before with Richard.

“Breakfast is here,” says Richard.

“Oh…cool,” Rose says as she shakes off what happened.

 

 

Chapter 2 – Another Day, Another Nightmare

As they eat breakfast, Richard says that, “So anyways. We’ve lost our jobs.”

“Thanks for reminding me, captain obvious.”

“So what are you going to do?”

“I doubt that the other banks have openings for accountants so we can’t get back into the positions we studied for in college.”

“Oh God don’t even mention college to me.”

“What? You still hate that?”

“Of course I do. I always told you how much I hate people going to it and not getting the jobs they want or when they do they get jobs that don’t pay that much.”

“Speaking about that, we should probably get a desk job in the meantime.”

“Man I hate that kind of job.”

“Like being a bank accountant is any different?”

“Hey, at least we got paid more.”

“True.”

“But who am I kidding I guess. We need a job to support us in the meantime. Maybe they’ll be a bank accountant job so we don’t need to worry about the desk job.”

Rose stares out the window while thinking about anything else she can do to fix the situation she’s in, but nothing comes to mind.

Richard interrupts her thoughts, “That was a really brave thing you did you know.”

“I guess so. I was just doing what I thought was right.”

“Well, it was right. I mean, I wish I had your magnum.”

“Why? It’s not like you’ll use it often.”

“I know, but it’s still handy to have especially in a city like this.”

“I guess you’re right.”

The waitress brings them the receipt.

“Hey, this’ll be on me,” says Richard.

“Thanks. I gotta go home and get some rest.”

“You do that and don’t forget about what I said about the medication.”

“I know I know, you tell me all the time.”

“There’s a reason why you know.”

“I know. Thanks for caring about me.”

“No problem.”

“See you.”

“See you later!”

Rose leaves the dinner and a girl, with purple hair and a pink shirt with a butterfly on it, approaches her.

She says, “Hello there stranger. I overheard you talking about medication. Now you know that over the counter medicine doesn’t work that well so may I offer you something better?”

“Suuuurrrre, but who are you?”

“My name is Maria and I can get you the best medicine in this city.”

“How? What are you some kind of drug dealer?”

“I like to think of myself as a “street pharmacist”.”

“Right…”

“Here,” Maria gives Rose a piece of paper with an address on it, “Come to this address later this afternoon if you’re interested.”

“And what if I’m not interested?”

“And listen to your girl friend?”

“He’s not a girl!”

“He sure sounded like one with the way he talked. How long have you known him anyway?”

“I uhhh…a while.”

“See? That crappy over the counter medication is guess what? Crap. It’s making you forget things.”

“Won’t your medication do the same thing?”

“Maybe, but it’ll definitely make you feel better.”

“Hmmm, I’ll think about it.”

Rose goes home, changes into casual clothes, and thinks about what to do.

‘I could be applying for a job now…but I already have a copy of my application on my computer. All I have to do is send it out and I’m good. Maybe going to see Maria is a good idea. I do need a better kind of medication so I guess it wouldn’t hurt to try what she has.’

Rose goes to the address where Maria is supposed to be and she finds her waiting outside. Maria smiles at her and gives her a hug.

Maria says, “I know you would choose the right decision. Come in my friend.”

They go into the house and there’s a person by a curtain with a list of sorts in his hand.

He asks Rose, “What’s your name?”

“It’s-”

“The Stranger,” Maria interrupts.

“Hey, that’s not my name!”

“It’s your name here,” She whispers in Rose’s ear, “We don’t use our real names just in case the cops hear us outside.”

“Alright, so what’s your name here?”

“Judy Nails.”

“Nice name.”

“I know right?”

They go past the curtain and see a small marketplace set up inside the medium sized house full of people buying medication. Maria gets in front of the line and gets Rose a small bottle of their own medication, which enough for a week.

“Thanks,” says Rose.

“No problem.”

“How much do I owe you?”

“Nothing. It’s on me.”

“Oh…you sure? I can pay you now if you want.”

“No, it’s fine. What I want is your number and address. I’ll give you mine too.”

“What for?”

“We’re friends now, aren’t we?”

“Uh, I guess.”

“Awesome!”

They exchange info.

“So do you want to stay for the party later tonight?” says Maria.

“No thanks. I gotta go home and get some rest.”

“Alright, I understand. Good night.”

“Good night.”

Rose leaves the building, goes home to her apartment, and applies for a job at a nearby office building and other banks. She doesn’t get a response from the bank, but she does get an interview at the office building. She hasn’t tried Maria’s medication yet just in case any of the jobs do drug tests and there happens to be something illegal in the medication. Once there, Rose’s college degree, experience at work, and sympathy for losing her job get her the job. At her first day of work, Richard runs into her when she’s working.

“Hey there,” he says.

“Hey, I didn’t know that you worked here.”

“I just got the job.”

“Me too.”

“That’s awesome. I guess we can’t be separated right?”

“Haha, that’s right.”

“Alright well, I’m going to get to work. I got lots to do.”

“Same.”

Rose works hard throughout the day and thinks to herself, ‘Now I know why Richard wanted to avoid this job.’ Since her coworkers aren’t the nicest and the work can be really tiring. ‘At least at the bank it was quiet and all we had was Richard and I working as accountants.’

At the end of the day as Rose leaves work, she sees Richard.

“Hey Rose!” he says as he runs to catch up to her.

“Hey.”

“Now do you see why I didn’t want this job?”

“Yeah, I was thinking that to myself earlier.”

“We definitely need to get better jobs.”

“Did you see if any banks need accountants?”

“Yeah, but I haven’t gotten any responses and the ones I have say they don’t need people like us.”

“Damn.”

“It looks like we’re gonna have to get used to this.”

“Or we could go back to college if you’d like.”

“Oh God no! I still haven’t paid my debts yet and I have to worry about my apartment bills among other things.”

“Alright then. It’s just a suggestion.”

“It’s a terrible one that you said because you know that it pisses me off.”

“I do.”

“You’re such an asshole!”

Rose and Richard laugh together and go their separate ways as they go back to their apartment rooms. Once Rose get ready for bed, she decides to take Maria’s medication. The nightmares she’s been having, haven’t been changing so she hopefully thinks this will changes things. In the dream, she wakes up at her job, but the lights are out and it’s night time.

‘What the? Did I accidentally fall asleep at work?’

This thought instantly goes away as she sees the monster from before with another one of its kind walks through a door and into the office space and look around the area, but they don’t seem to see her despite the amount of light in the room.

‘Hmm. Maybe the medication is actually helping…hmm?’

Rose notices that she has her magnum with her.

‘It’s defiantly helping.’

She checks the gun.

‘I only have three out of six bullets, but this is plenty.’

Rose then takes aim at the closest monster and shoots it in the head. It is not fazed by the first bullet, but the second one is what puts it down. The second monster has seemingly vanished when Rose looks around for it.

‘That’s right. You better run away. Now, where’s the exit.’

As she looks around the office building for the exit, she finds her coworkers looking like weird monster like-people who are chained to the desk with their eyes lids pulled open as they continuously work. Rose avoids them and enters the bathroom to see if there’s anything there and in it she sees a bloody handprint on the mirror. She goes up to it and as she touches it, it grabs her and tries pulls her in. She resists and eventually pulls out a rusty pipe from it.

“You’ll need it,” a voice says.

“What? Who’s there?”

Rose doesn’t get an answer, but the monster she shot down before barges through the door. She shoots it, but like before, it doesn’t go down in one shot so Rose instead beats it down with the pipe. It falls down and violently shakes on the floor as it makes noises distorted by the blood coming out of its mouth and eyes. Rose runs away and is now in a different office space than the one she was in before she entered the bathroom. There’s a window at the other end of the room that is lit up and the second monster from before is patrolling this room and Rose’s magnum is empty so she decides to sneak around it. She tries to use the cubicles as cover, but her nightmarish coworkers don’t like this and they scream out, which gets the attention of the monster. Rose runs for the exit with it directly behind her and as she gets to the exit, it tackles her through it. She wakes up in her room all sweaty and out of breath so she gets up from her bed, but as she does the monster from her nightmare punches a hole in her chest from behind. Rose wakes up again in the same state, but no monster attacks her.

She throws her elephant plush at the door and says, “I can’t fucking take this shit anymore!”

She stares at its eyes that are staring back at her and gets up to pick it up.

“I’m sorry,” she says as she holds it.

 

 

 

Chapter 3 – Finding Relief

There’s a knock at Rose’s door and when she answers it, she sees Richard.

“Hey what are you doing here this early?” Rose says.

“I was thinking that…ummm.”

“You got our plans for this weekend?”

“No, I was thinking you should go to the psychiatrist.”

“Wow really?”

“I’m sorry if it seems that you’re crazy, but it seems that this is the best way to get rid of your nightmares since your medication barely helps.”

“Hmmm, you may be right.”

“Here,” he gives her a piece of paper, “Call this number and schedule an appointment. I know this guy he’s pretty good.”

“Thanks.”

“No problem.”

“And…Richard?”

“Yeah?”

“I’m sorry I forgot, but how long have I known you?”

“Since college.”

“Alright. Thanks for reminding me. Again sorry I forgot.”

“It’s fine. Hey, you still have your elephant plush?”

Rose notices that she’s still holding her elephant.

“Uh…yes.”

“What did you name it again? Elephanty?”

“Yeah,” Rose embarrassingly says because of the name.

“Ha! Well, I think it’s a cute name for a cute elephant,” Richard pets it, “I’ll see you later.”

“See you.”

Rose looks at the piece of paper Richard gave her then there’s another knock at the door.

“Hi,” says Maria.

“Maria? What are you doing here?”

“I stopped here to see how you’re doing.”

“I’m fine thanks. How are you?”

“Alright. Did you try the medication I gave you?”

“I tried it last night.”

“And?”

“It helped a little I guess.”

“Good. Do you want to hang out?”

“Uh maybe in a little. I gotta set up an appointment.”

“With the psychiatrist right?”

“Right. How do you know?”

“I heard your conversation with your friend, but I couldn’t catch him for some reason. He must be a fast walker.”

“I don’t think he is. Anyways I gotta make this appointment.”

“If you think it’ll help, go ahead. Just text me what time and where you want to hang out, I got nothing to do.”

“Ok.”

“Oh, and cute elephant plush.”

Maria smiles as she pets it.

“Thanks.”

Rose closes the door as Maria leaves. She makes the appointment for tomorrow and arranges for Maria to meet her at the park in the afternoon after work. When she arrives, she already sees Maria waiting for her on the park bench.

“Hi, Rose. So what do you want to do?”

“We could go to the Shopping Strip.”

“Sounds cool.”

Rose and Maria go to the Shopping Strip, a collection of different shops, stores, and restaurants that go on for more than twenty blocks.

“You know it’s weird how nice places like this are so nice, but others are really bad.”

“Aren’t most cities like that?”

“Yeah, but most don’t have hills on one side and an island on the other.”

“My dad used to work on that island when it used to be an amusement park.”

“Really? That place was one of my favorites to go to as a kid. What was his job?”

“He used to be a security guy and he also fixed the rides and animatronics.”

“Wow, he really knows a lot doesn’t he?”

“Yeah. He even taught me how to use a magnum and how to defend myself.”

“He really sounds like a badass now.”

“He’s awesome. What about your family?”

“What about them?”

“How are you with them?”

“I could care less.”

“Why?”

“Because they do the same to me. All they wanted me to do was be their nurse and take care of them when they grew old.”

“But isn’t that what you’re supposed to do anyway?”

“Yeah, but they made it seem like I was born to take care of them so I ran away from them. They made me feel like a tool and nothing more.”

“Oh, I’m sorry.”

“You don’t have to be sorry. To give them credit though, I wouldn’t be helping people like I am now if they aren’t the way they are.”

“You mean a “street pharmacist”?

“Damn straight. I’m surprised you remember the name I like going by.”

“Well hey, what are friends for right?”

Maria smiles.

“Yeah…right.”

The two shop around and eat dinner out together until late at night until they decide to leave.

“I had a great time today, Rose. Thank you.”

“No problem. Let’s do it again sometime.”

“Oh…alright!”

They say their goodbyes and go back to their homes. On the next day, Rose takes the day off and goes to the psychiatrist as planned. She sits in a comfortable chair as the psychiatrist tries to help her.

“So can you tell me what’s troubling you?”

“The nightmares that I’ve been having and the stress in my life.”

“Do you remember what happens in your nightmares?”

“I’m always being chased by these monsters that have the faces of the masks that the robbers who attacked the bank I work at. I always have my magnum with me in these dreams including a flashlight, lighter, and a rusty pipe, which is the only weapon that seems to kill them while the magnum only slows them down.”

“I heard about a bank being attacked a while ago. I’m sorry for the loss of your job.”

“It’s fine. I’m working at as a regular accountant now.”

“So do you know why this rusty pipe is the only weapon that kills the monsters?”

“No clue.”

“Have you ever killed someone with that weapon?”

“No.”

“Alright. Well, I have an exercise that might help. Close your eyes and imagine the monsters. The real robbers that the monsters are based on are in a hospital in jail so you don’t need to worry about them so I’ll help you fall asleep to face the fake ones.”

“Ok.”

The psychiatrist puts Rose to sleep with hypnosis and she dreams of being in an empty gray space with a question scratched in the wall above her which says, “What is the way out?” There’s also a sliding puzzle with letters on it in front of her, which is supposed to be her answer. She can’t move, but she can move the puzzle pieces by looking at them to try to form words. As she attempts to solve it, the monsters from her dream hit her from behind with their fists. Every hit hurts tremendously, but it also removes a letter from the puzzle, which makes it easier to solve. Rose moves the pieces as fast as she can while enduring the pain. She gets hit over five times before the answer becomes clear. “Let go” is the answer and as she solves it, she wakes up feeling refreshed despite the pain she felt earlier.

“How are you feeling?” the psychiatrist asks.

“I’m feeling better. Thank you.”

“There’s no need to thank me, it’s a pleasure to help people. Don’t forget to come back the next time you have those kinds of nightmares. Your condition might be good now, but it could change later especially with all the stress you have.”

“Ok. I will.”

Rose leaves the psychiatrist, goes home and calls Richard.

“So how did it go?”

“Better than expected.”

“Good to hear. So are you finally going to sleep well?”

“Definitely! You wanna hang out tomorrow?”

“Sure.”

“Awesome. I’ll see you tomorrow then.”

Nighttime arrives and Rose goes to sleep without taking either her medications she has and dreams about being on one of the hills outside the city on a bright summer day. She has a picnic prepared for her friends and here they come. Richard and Maria arrive in the same car and Maria goes to join Rose while Richard unloads the car. Suddenly a car comes out of nowhere and crushes Richard and the grass beneath Maria become spikes and impale her. Rose is shocked by what is happening as the sky turns red and the once green hills turn black as everything around her dies. The ground beneath her gives way and Rose falls into the ground and arrives in a prison with what look to be naked people with black markings on them in prison cells.

“It isn’t over. Far from it,” a mysterious yet familiar voice says.

“Who’s there?”

Rose doesn’t get a response so she wanders the prison until she comes across a door with five panels missing so she searches the prison for them. She finds the first one labeled “D” near a person playing with a dead body as if it was alive. Another labeled “A” is found in a room with a dead person with a caved in face while another stands above them with a bloodied prison bar. “B” and “D” is found in a room with a person turning their skin inside out and the last labeled “A” is found in a room with a frame that seems to be giving light to someone standing in front of it. Rose puts the panels in order she found them in the door, which unlocks it. She goes through it and it leads it to a staircase that goes to the ground floor and on it she chooses to go through a door that seems to be the exit. The door bursts open, knocking back Rose. A person who looks like Rose walks out the door with the same markings that the people in the prison have. Her eyes are black bloodshot and she looks to be pissed.

“Fucking idiot, you’re going the wrong way!” the other Rose says.

Rose runs to the other door as the other her chases her. The way into the door suddenly now has spikes, fire, and crushing traps that Rose avoids as she makes her way to the exit. She gets out of the prison and is back at the hill she was previously at. The other her finally catches up to her by tackling her. It gets up and picks up Rose by the neck.

“You stupid bitch. You’re not done yet,” the other her says before throwing Rose down a never-ending hole.

Rose then wakes up in the morning feeling as if the treatment she went through didn’t help at all.

 

 

 

 

Chapter 4 – Together Forever

Rose grabs her phone and calls Richard.

“Good morning sunshine. Did you sleep well?”

“Fuck no.”

“Oh, I see. Well, it’s to be expected. You usually need to go there more than once with a condition like yours.”

“That shit’s expense though!”

“Well, maybe you need another solution.”

“And what might that be?”

“Have you ever thought of being in a relationship?”

“…Are you saying what I think you’re saying?”

“Not really. I’m just saying you might need someone in your life to help you.”

“I don’t know.”

“Just think about it. Are we still good to hang out today?”

“Yeah.”

“Cool. I’ll see you later then.”

“Alright.”

Rose and Richard meet each other in the afternoon. They go to a nearby park to do stress relieving exercises.

“You know this barely helps right?” says Rose.

“Right, but it’s better than it doing nothing.”

“Oh come on, admit it. You’re just doing it to try to impress the ladies aren’t you?”

“Maybe.”

“Well, you have to do more to impress.”

Rose uses her foot to extend Richard’s stretch, which makes him do a painful split.

“Hahaha!”

“Pain isn’t funny!”

“It is when it happens to someone else.”

“Really? I didn’t know that.”

Richard turns Rose around, who is on the ground, and stretches her legs behind her back as if he was doing a wrestling move.

“Ow ow ow!”

“Hahaha! You’re right! It is funny!”

“Oh fuck you!”

They continue to stretch and do exercises until they decide to rest by eating lunch underneath a tree.

“So is anything new going on?” asks Rose.

“New as in?”

“I don’t know. How’s your family?”

“What family? As far as I know, I don’t have one.”

“Oh, I’m sorry I forgot-”

“Those assholes and everyone else always doubted my ability to do things and look who proved them wrong. I can live by myself without anyone’s help.”

“You know everyone I seem to know has a bad family or views them as bad?”

“Really? You’re friends with someone then just me?”

“Yeah.”

“I feel bad for them.”

“Well her name is Maria and she’s a “street pharmacist”.”

“You mean a drug dealer?”

“She likes going by the title “street pharmacist”. She makes her own kind of medication with a few of her friends to help people in need.”

“You need to watch yourself around people like her. You remember the trouble I had to go through to get drugs for certain people at our college parties.”

“Yeah and that was stupid for you to do.”

“And what do to you think it is for you?”

“It’s not like that. Maria is a really nice person and-”

“Hey, I’m not saying she’s not a nice person I’m just saying to watch yourself. Alright?”

“Ok.”

“Speaking about college, do you remember what we did there?”

“How can you not?! Booze, babes, and a huge fucking hangover…from studying a lot. But if you’re asking about what we learned, I barely remember shit. I swear we wasted two semesters or more on classes that we needed to take to get the degree, but those classes didn’t teach us crap that we needed for the job.”

“I hear ya.”

“Hey didn’t I say that I hate talking about college?”

“Yup.”

“So why are we talking about it?”

“Because I love bothering the shit out of you.”

Richard stares at Rose’s smiling face for a second.

“Fuck you bitch.”

“No, fuck you bitch.”

The two play fight with each other for a while until it comes time to leave. They laugh over their fight and say goodbye to each other as they head back to their apartment rooms. Rose falls asleep and is sucked into her bed without her knowing and she awakens on a small patch of grass at night outside a maze made of thorns. There’s no way to go besides into the maze because she’s there isn’t any ground around the spot she’s standing on so she walks into the maze of thorns. She checks to see if she has anything and she has the usual items she carries in her dreams; a lighter, flashlight, rusty pipe, and her magnum with six bullets that seem to refill with every dream.

‘Damn this maze is tight and the thorns don’t help either.’

She uses her flashlight as she usually does for now until thinks a monster is nearby. Suddenly she hears a yelling sound from above and sees a ceiling of thorns fall down from the sky, which makes Rose duck and forces her to crouch to get through the maze.

‘God this sucks!’

A crackling noise is heard in the distance and Rose quickly switches to her lighter.

‘Maybe I can use my lighter to get rid of these thorns…Nah, I’ll just end up burning myself alive. Now, let’s see what new monster is coming for me.’

Rose carefully makes sure to not make the lighter touch the ground or the thorns as she goes through the maze and keeps an eye out for whatever is lurking in the darkness. The maze is more cumbersome to walk through now and the ceiling seems to be pushing itself closer to Rose. A shadow is seen in the distance that keeps making paths by breaking through the thorns by darting through them. Rose decides to go through these paths while keeping her lighter in one hand and gun ready in the other. The shadow continuously gets closer and closer every time she seems it pass by her until she sees exactly what it is. It looks like the other her, but its eyes and mouth are stretched out and the mark on its chest and back are different. As soon as it knows it’s seen, it runs away back into the maze.

‘Good. It’s too shy to directly attack me.’

But not shy to attack at all, as Rose makes her way further into the maze and she fails to turn to face it fast enough. It transforms into a giant mouth with big teeth and a tongue that grabs Rose’s leg and tries to pull her in. She shoots it’s throat a few times before it lets go and scurries away. Rose then picks up the pace as the monster as increased its aggressive nature and approaches her more frequently.

‘There! The exit!’

She sees that the exit of the maze and also the monster behind her. It doesn’t run away even though it’s noticed so Rose gets the idea to light the maze on fire to make it collapse on the monster. Everything around her starts to collapse and burn at a fast rate, but Rose manages to crawl out of and onto her bed.

She sighs then says, “Just another crazy nightmare.”

“It was an exciting nightmare!” a cartoony voice says.

Rose looks around her room and doesn’t see where the voice could’ve come from. All she sees is her plush elephant, which seems to be staring at her.

 

 

 

Chapter 5 – Bigger Problems

As Rose recovers from her newest nightmare, she receives a call from her mother.

“Hello, mom.”

“Hello, how have you’ve been doing?”

“Fine, you?”

“Alone with nobody to care for me.”

“Goddammit, mom you know why that is. Is this why you called?”

“No, it’s not. I wanted to see how you were doing.”

“Since when did you start caring about me?”

“Since you were born my dear. Why do you give me an attitude?”

“Because you kicked me out of the house for a stupid ass reason!”

“I did no such thing you kicked yourself out!”

“How? By trying to help our family’s financial problems?”

“No, by not giving enough time to visit and take care of me.”

“Mom, the job I had was very busy. I’m sorry I couldn’t find a whole lot of time to be there, but I tried to visit you at least once or twice a week, but that’s not enough for you because you put yourself on a fucking pedestal because you’re my mom. Am I right?”

“N-”

“No one not even dad tried hard enough in your opinion because you ask too much of a guy that worked his hands to dust and what’s this bullshit that you cared about since birth if you didn’t call me or anything after I lost my job?!”

“It’s because I was busy upstate.”

“What? Too busy drinking and looking for men. Pfft. Please do me a favor and never call me again if you really care about me. Goodbye.”

Rose hangs up her phone and throws it at her couch. She doesn’t like talking about her mother as before her mom lost her job, she was a pretty nice mom, but after that, her mom turned to drinking and looking for others to care for her because she didn’t think her friends and family did enough. Rose’s father tried his best to help her find a job, but jobs were hard to find in the economic situation in the country so the family grew poor and couldn’t have fun vacations or travel, but they did barely manage to get up thanks to her father and his job as a car mechanic. There’s a knock at the door and Rose answers it to see Maria.

“Hi there,” Maria says.

“Hey. Come in.”

Maria enters the apartment and looks around.

“You can sit if you want. You don’t need to ask.”

“Are you alright? You seem mad.”

“It’s fine. I just talked to my bitchy mom.”

“Really? And I was thinking that you had a happy family since you seem so nice.”

“My dad is the reason I’m any kind of nice.”

“The guy who taught you how to use a gun taught you how to be nice, alright.”

“I’m serious. Even though there’s something weird about him, he’s a really nice guy.”

“I can’t wait to meet him one day.”

“I can’t wait to visit him. He’s just busy now and he said he’ll call me when he’s free.”

“Awesome.”

“So what’s brings you here today?”

“I was just stopping by to see if you needed a refill if you know what I mean.”

“Oh, the medication? I occasionally take it so I’m still good for a few days.”

“Alright.”

“Do you want to hang out today?”

“I uh sure,” Maria says in with a surprised expression.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing. It’s just that most of my friends are all business and “other” related so it’s kind of weird to me for someone to ask me to hang out as a normal thing, but anyways sure let’s hang out.”

“Awesome.”

The two hang out for a while on the town and discuss current events, TV shows, music, and games until night time when the two part ways and go home. At home, Rose takes a look at her phone and realizes that she missed a call from her dad so she immediately calls him back and hopes that she isn’t bothering him at work.

“Hey dad I’m sorry I missed your call.”

“It’s fine Rosey. How are you doing?”

“I’m good, you?”

“Good now since I’m hearing your voice. I’m sorry I haven’t had the time to answer your calls and set up a time so we can be together.”

“No, it’s fine dad don’t worry about it. I know how busy you are.”

“Alright, but I still feel bad about it. So how’s Elephanty by the way? Is he taking good care of you?”

“Haha, he’s good. He tucks me in at night and keeps the monsters away.”

“Hahaha good to hear! I’ll talk to you later Rosey. I had a big day at work today so I’ve got to get some sleep.”

“Ok good night. I love you, dad.”

“Love you too Rosey.”

Rose hangs up the phone and feels better after having talked to her dad.

“I’ll protect you “Rosey”. Just as your father did,” a cartoony voice says.

The voice seems to be coming from her plush that is sitting on her bed, which is strange because it wasn’t there when she left. Rose goes to sleep and like every night, awakens in another time, but this time the entire space is lit up with a giant monster that is sitting on at the end of the maze and holding a bottle of alcohol.

‘Holy shit. Well, that’s different.’

She quickly runs through the maze while the monster yells out and attacks Rose. The attacks are slow, but they are powerful enough to break not only the maze walls but the floor as well. While going through the maze, there are levers in certain rooms that Rose pulls, without knowing what they do, that pour liquor into the monster’s bottle and distracts it for a while as it drinks it. Another monster comes out of nowhere and tries to seemingly stop it from drinking, but it ends up getting hit with the bottle. After getting to the end of the maze, Rose sees that the monster is blocking the exit.

“Fucking fat piece of shit, move!”

The monster from before gets up and stops it before it attacks Rose and pulls it out of the way, letting Rose leave the nightmare and enter back into her room. She gets up from her bed and goes to the kitchen to make breakfast, but she is quickly tackled by the other her.

“You have to stop this nightmare!” it says, “Stop living in this cycle!”

“What are you talking about it? Get off me!”

“You keep living this so-called normal life and if you don’t do anything to change, your stress will destroy you.”

Rose then wakes up after wrestling the blankets off her.

“What the Hell was that crazy bitch talking about?”

 

 

 

Chapter 6 – Someone New

Rose goes to work as usual on a weekday, but on this day so is approached by a random coworker at break time.

“Hey there,” he says to Rose.

“Hey.”

“What’s up?”

“Nothing. Is there something you need?”

“No, I just wanted to talk to you.”

Rose blushes a little.

“Why?”

“You’re usually alone and don’t really talk to anyone.”

“I talk to people. There’s my friend Richard who works here.”

“Richard? I didn’t hear of any Richards working here.”

“You haven’t seen him? He wears a dark gray shirt with black pants and a red tie. He also has brown eyes and hair.”

“Nope. Doesn’t ring a bell.”

“Weird. I usually see him every day. So why exactly are you talking to me?”

“Because you seem to be the most normal person here and you look cute.”

Rose blushes again.

“What’s your name?”

“Rose, what’s yours?”

“Travis, it’s nice to meet you.”

“Same to you.”

“You wanna hang out after work?”

“Sure.”

“Sounds great.”

After work, Rose gets together with Travis and go out to dinner at a nice bar restaurant.

“So how long have you worked at this job?” Rose asks.

“Not too long, but long enough to know most of the people.”

“I only started to work here a week ago after the place I worked at got destroyed.”

“You mean you worked at that bank that got blown up?”

“Yep.”

“That’s amazing that you survived that.”

“I guess, but it sucks that I had to find a different one because of it.”

“Did your friend Richard work there with you?”

“He did. We went to college together.”

“Oh, so do you have a lot of friends?”

“Nah I just have two. What about you?”

“I don’t really have any. I mean I have a really big and supporting family, but friends are a thing I’m lacking in.”

“Really? It’s the exact opposite with the people I know.”

“That’s weird isn’t family supposed to be good by default?”

“Yeah and so are friends, but it isn’t always like that with some people.”

“That’s true, isn’t it? Wow, I didn’t expect to learn something today from someone I just met.”

“Well hey, friends teach each other things too you know?”

“I know now.”

The two split the bill and leave the restaurant.

“Tonight was nice,” says Rose.

“It was.”

“You want to hang out again sometime?”

“Sure. I’d like that.”

They say their goodbyes and go back to their homes. Rose goes to sleep and awakens in a field of roses in morning daylight. As she looks around, she notices the other version of the other her in the distance. She draws her magnum and slowly approaches it as she watches it wander around the field. The monster seems to be searching for something, but it also doesn’t seem to care for Rose who it probably already saw. Another monster rises from the roses, one that looks like a male version of the other, and they seem to like each other. One of their arms and legs fall off as they connect their bodies to one another. The two now one monster walk off in the distance.

“Aww it looks like someone has a crush,” someone says behind Rose.

She then wakes up in bed with her elephant right beside her.

 

 

 

Chapter 7 – The Ugly Side of a Best Friend

Another day, another day of work is ahead of Rose today as she does her daily routine, but today she notices something different. Her elephant friend seems to be following her around today with it appearing in buses, store windows, and in the hands of the homeless people she passes by on the streets. She tries to ignore this and say to herself that she sees it because the plush is a popular one. This mindset gets Rose through most of the sightings of her favorite plush until she sees it at work, sitting on her desk. It stares at her as if it was expecting her and its eyes seem to follow her.

Travis puts his hand on Rose’s shoulder and asks her, “You have one of those elephant plushies too?”

“I do. I’ve seen them everywhere.”

“So did you just buy that one? I saw you walking in with it.”

Rose nods her head sideways.

“I was?”

“You were. I saw you carrying it when I got here.”

“Hmm. That’s weird. I thought I left at home. Anyways, my dad got this for me when I was little.”

“Really? Did you give it a name?”

“I – uh…yes. It’s…Elephanty.”

“Elephanty huh? That’s a cute name.”

“Thank you.”

Travis smiles and walks away.

“You think he’s cute don’t ya?” a dark voice says.

“I guess.”

“Well, he can’t have you.”

“What are you-”

Rose looks around and doesn’t see anyone who could’ve been talking to her. She looks down at her elephant and it seems to have darkened and its eyes are staring dead at her. She then puts it down at her desk as she keeps an eye on it and it keeps its eyes locked on her. After taking a shower and eating dinner, she goes to bed.

“He can’t have you!” a dark voice yells as the ground shakes, “I won’t allow it!”

Rose wakes up in a padded room with a demented version of her elephant. Its appearance is split in half, but its overall look is that of a butcher.

Confused and shocked, Rose says, “El…Elephanty?”

“That’s me and you’re mine.”

It pulls a huge cleaver out of its back and swings at Rose. She backs up and takes out her gun.

“You can’t leave me. You won’t leave me. I’ll cut your legs off before you do so you can stay with me forever,” the demented elephant says.

Rose empties her gun into the monster, but it isn’t affected at all by it so Rose uses the rusty pipe on it. The pipe is able to block and deflect the swings by the cleaver and Rose even manages to bring the monster down with a few good hits that she manages to get in.

As Rose stares at the bloodied monster that was her first best friend, it says to her, “I love you, Rose. Please don’t kill me.”

She somehow feels sympathy for the nightmarish monster and walks away from it. A door appears in the room, which leads to her job. Elephanty gets up and follows Rose.

“I’ll protect you no matter what Rose. You’re my bestest friend.”

“Uh alright then.”

As Rose goes through the building, there are switches that change the floors in the building so she can get to different parts in it. The switches are activated by answering =, =/, =?, or =?! to some questions such as; help___inconceivable, monsters___me, and suicide___possible answer. A new monster appears in this nightmare that is made by of nightmarish versions of her coworkers that are all part of the same body, but they fight for the top as they claw and tear each other of their own body.

“I’ll handle this,” Elephanty says as it walks in front of Rose, “You’re not gonna hurt my best friend!”

Elephanty fights the monster with its cleaver and chops it up into pieces.

“See? I told you that I would protect you.”

“Thanks.”

“You don’t need to thank me. This is what best friends do for each other.”

Its already big smile widens as it attempts to show a comforting smile.

“What? Am I too creepy?”

“Kinda.”

“I’m sorry.”

Rose manages to find the key to the exit after shifting the building for a while and wakes up next to her elephant plush who is back to normal.

“That was so much fun! I can wait to do it again!” it cheerfully says.

Or at least mostly normal.

 

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Choices Reap Consequences

Chapter 1 – Set for Life at a Cost

Growing up is a process that could take one’s entire life. There’s a certain fear of it especially when it comes to financial concerns. It’s one of the main reasons why people get jobs after all. There is probably not one person in the world who hasn’t wished for a solution to all of their problems to appear to them in a single day. Jorge is a boy who is lucky enough to have a one-million-dollar bill fly straight to him. He then sees another and catches it. Then another then another and another until he has ten million dollars in his hands. Jorge is old enough to know what he can do with all of this money and that he is set for life with it. He runs to find the source of the money and comes across a band of thieves in a gunfight with the cops.

Gunfights in the streets of Hillside City are common since the city is one of the craziest in the world. The cops are trained to know when to shoot first and ask questions later and this is one of those situations. The reason why money is flying through the air appears to be because the case of money the thieves were stealing was shot open by the cops. The thieves are struggling to pick up what they can while retreating. One of them notices Jorge holding some of the money and runs after him.

Jorge runs into the nearby alleyways, which he and his friends repurposed into an obstacle course. It was dangerous work that they could’ve gotten into trouble for, but what kind of adventure doesn’t involve danger. Jorge leaps and crawls through the obstacle course while the thief struggles to keep up with him since the obstacle course was made for kids. The thief then gets caught in the obstacle course and gives up on chasing Jorge this way. Jorge takes the opportunity to quickly head home. Along the way, he periodically looks behind him as he’s anxious. He has the key to an easy life in his hands. He won’t need to worry anymore about going to school, college, or having enough money to survive once he gets this money back home.

Looking back behind him, he can see shadows quickly darting back into the shadows. People who aren’t looking at him appear to grow another face on their face that stares at Jorge when he looks at them. He knows this is more than his imagination. It’s Speculum Humanae or Human mirror, a condition that people have that’s reported to appear in them once they reach a certain point in their lives when everything changes. Jorge doesn’t want to believe he has this, but all the research papers and news reports he’s read point him towards this conclusion. Monsters and other supernatural happenings reflective of your personality are reported to haunt you until you get past this important moment in your life. Jorge hopes that him heading home will “cure” him of this condition before something dangerous happens to him.

Before he knows it, he’s back home and catches his parents leaving for work. He’s relieved to see them, but they’re less so.

“Jorge, what are you doing here?” his father yells.

Before he has the chance to say anything or pull out the money, his mother says, “It’s his lunch time. You know how these kids like heading home to get away from school. We used to go to a cool breakfast place around here, remember?”

“Oh, that’s right. I’m sorry Jorge.”

His mother goes up to him and hands him a twenty for lunch before kissing him on the head and going into their car. His parents then waved goodbye and tell him that they love him as they drive off to work. Jorge waves the money to them, but they’re too far to see it so they just wave back. Even though Jorge has a copy of the key to get inside the house, he left it inside the house because he usually heads home when his parents get back.

Now that his parents have left, Jorge feels unsafe. He can feel people staring at him from all around him. The only thing he can do is head back to school where he can possibly be protected. Since he’s out on the streets, Jorge goes through a series of alleyways to get to school. He feels that the walls around him might offer him protection. It’s then a strange sensation in the back of his head. It feels as if there’s a mouth in the back of his head. Jorge looks into a nearby broken mirror and sure enough, there is.

It speaks to him, “Hello there Jorge.”

Jorge screams as he fiddles with his head to try to get the mouth off.

“I know it’s weird to see a mouth on the back of your head but look at it this way. Would you rather be me, a mouth without a body, or you a boy with a full body?”

Jorge stays quiet and thinks the answer to himself.

“Exactly. Now the reason why I’m here, is because I’m going to help you as you go through this phase in your life. I’ll be telling you what you’re thinking and what we could possibly do, but you’re the one who has to decide. Got it?”

Jorge nods his head.

“Good! You and I are going to have so many adventures together, I can’t wait.”

The mouth then recedes back into Jorge’s head. Jorge thinks things have gotten worse for him. He quickens his pace until he’s back at school just in time as lunchtime has stopped. He quickly heads back to class and sits down in his seat. Class begins again, but Jorge wants to tell his friends what he got. The two of them sit ahead of Jorge and the people ahead of Jorge aren’t exactly friends with him so it’s not like they’ll do him a favor by passing his message to them, so he waits until school ends for the day.

Once the school day ends Jorge takes his stuff and goes to his talk to his friends, he almost catches up to him until the mouth on his head comes back.

“Watch it, kid, we got trouble,” it says as Jorge’s eyes catch the four of the thieves from before heading this way.

They point towards the school as they talk to each other. It seems that the one who was following Jorge managed to follow him to the school. The thought then comes to Jorge’s mind that the one thief also now knows where he lives. This terrifies him beyond belief. The cops, thankfully, find the thieves again and re-engage them in a gunfight. The children of the school scatter to the cars of their parents while others run back home. Jorge runs with his friends back to their house. The thieves catch sight of Jorge running away and send two of their members to get him. They chase after Jorge and his friends as they run through the city streets and into the alleyways that they’ve claimed for themselves. Again, because of their design, Jorge is able to get away from the robbers through the alleyways, however, Jorge’s friends are caught at the end of one alleyway causing him to take another exit.

“That wasn’t nice of you,” the mouth on his head says, “Leaving your friends to criminals like them?”

Jorge shakes off the guilt in his mind. It’s not like his friends won’t tell the thieves what they don’t already know, but then again, you never know what these criminals might do to his friends. Hillside City is home to some of the most dangerous and crazy people. The alleyways that Jorge once knew by heart have now turned into a maze. Arms, eyes, and mouths pop out from the sides. Some of them push him forward while others push him back while telling him to take either action.

“What are you going to choose, Jorge? Hmmm?”

When Jorge looks back, he can see two thieves chasing me, but they’re different. Their mouths are swollen and monstrous and their arms look like they could rip Jorge in two.

“Get me out of here!” Jorge screams.

“It shall be done.”

At the blink of an eye, Jorge remerges from an alleyway on the opposite side of the city. It’s way later in the day now and it’s almost nighttime. Jorge sighs in relief as he makes his way back home. Along the way, he hears two people talking.

“Did you hear about those thieves that stole a briefcase of money from a rich guy in the city? The cops shot the briefcase so the thieves’ priorities would be spilt, and all that money flew into the wind.”

“Really? I wish I was there to catch some.”

“I heard that some people did catch some of it, but as you can expect, they ran off with it before being asked to give it back.”

“What happened to the thieves?”

“Executed. Hillside City style.”

“That’s what you get when you have a mayor that was previously both a police chief and a crime boss.”

“Hey, he had a good reason for being a “criminal”. It’s not like he hurt anyone who didn’t deserve it.”

“Right. It’s just another day in the city then.”

“Yeah, but I heard at least four or more people died because they might’ve had the money that flew away.”

“Really? Who?”

“A bunch of middle-aged people and more importantly, kids.”

“You know what? I take back what I said. Let the major make the police do what he wants. Crime has gone down because of it and those dead criminals don’t breathe the same air as us anymore.”

Jorge’s heart sinks as he pulls out his phone to see the news report. Among the names of the victims, he finds the names of his friends and his parents. It is reported they died after being questioned by the thieves.

The mouth in the back of Jorge’s head says, “Welcome to your new life kid. Hey, don’t be sad. At least you have enough money to survive until you die, right?”

Jorge walks into the alleyway and quietly sobs as the long night begins.

 

 

Chapter 2 – Living with Everything and Nothing

“What am I going to do now? I have all of this money but what am I going to spend it on? Can I even deposit the money into a bank account? I don’t have one and I could one, but the bankers would be suspicious of me. The news of people taking the stolen money is still fresh news so they might report me to the police if I give them even a one-million-dollar bill. I could go to Hillfall Town or some other place where the news hasn’t reached yet. But still, a kid like me going into a bank will tons of money would be weird. I could go to jail for life for having this money on me!”

“I guess all that money in your pocket isn’t as valuable as you think, don’t you think? Wouldn’t it be easier to just throw it all away?”

Jorge thinks about it for a second then decides against it.

“All I have to do is find a way to use this money and then I’ll be set for life. I could make it up to my parents and friends by using it for good!”

“But it can’t bring them back to life.”

“I won’t need to, to make them proud of me.”

“Is that what you really think?”

Jorge doesn’t answer the mouth and gets up. The main idea in his head right now is to get to Hillfall Town to deposit his money into a bank account. He’s just old enough to have a bank account but he still needs a guardian that will have to share a joint account with him. Jorge is sure that he can get someone to share his money with him especially if he finds a nice family who will accept him. Not too long ago, a popular author lost his wife and has now lost his daughter. Jorge thinks to himself that he can bring this money to him and be adopted into this author’s family relatively easily, but that’s only one of the thoughts in his head so far.

“Maybe there’s even a poor family in the city that could use the money I have. Yeah, this’ll definitely help them out.”

“You’re such a hero, aren’t you?”

Jorge chuckles while ignoring the mouth’s sarcastic remark. There are much more important things to think about to him. So many more important things to look forward to. He’s on the edge of living an easy life and now it only takes the permission of one adult to get it. With all of this pressure on him, Jorge can feel the stares of everyone, everything, and the nothing around him. Eyes feel like they’re peering at him from all angles as if they’re waiting for him to let go of the money in his pocket. A single slip of the hand could cause them to lunge out from the shadows and take Jorge’s easy pass, so he’s holding tight to it as if his existence depended on it.

“Aren’t you forgetting something, Jorge?”

“No, I don’t think so.”

“Your parents Jorge and your friends. What about them? You just cried about them minutes ago and now you’re completely fine.”

“I’m still sad about them.”

“It doesn’t look like it. You didn’t even think about visiting their houses to pay your respects. You have ten million dollars on you. I’m sure you can give them at least one of those to them as a way of saying sorry for getting them killed. Or wait, is that why you don’t want to see them?”

“That’s not it.”

“Why aren’t you doing anything about it then?”

“There’s nothing I can do that’s going to make it up to them! This money isn’t going to help them feel better!”

“It’s helping you, isn’t it? Maybe it isn’t?”

“Shut up. I’ll just wait for a while to talk to them.”

“Are you sure? I’m sure they’re worried about you too. Are you really going to let your guilt get to you like this?”

“I’m done talking to you.”

“I’m sure you are.”

He hasn’t noticed, but Jorge has walked into a graveyard.

“How did we get here?”

“You weren’t paying attention to where we were going. You don’t even know where you’re going.”

The wind seems to whisper to Jorge. It’s a quiet whisper that whispers Jorge’s guilts to him. It unnerves him to the point where he starts scratching the inside of his ears.

“You heard what they said. What are you going to do about it?”

The unnerving feeling in his ears spreads to the rest of his body until mouths start growing in his ears, on his body, and in it. They keep whispering the words of the wind. Jorge tries to pull off the mouths off his skin but can’t manage to. He rolls around on the ground desperately trying to quiet the whispers until he wakes up inside his room. For some reason, he’s back inside his house.

Jorge looks around and it appears that everything he remembers was just a dream. He no longer has ten million dollars in his pockets. He doesn’t even have the twenty his mom gave him. It’s like today never happened. Jorge smiles as he feels relieved. Everything was a dream and how could it not be with how crazy things were. To make sure he’s truly awake, he quietly walks into his parent’s room to find them sleeping peacefully. He breathes another sigh of relief, but then his eyes catch something strange in the dark. Jorge sees blood dripping from the bed. Panicking, he goes to wake up his parents.

He shakes their shoulder’s while saying, “Mom? Dad?”

They don’t respond and don’t even seem to be breathing anymore.

“Mom?! Dad?!”

Again, they don’t respond. Jorge rips the sheets off his parents to find that only their heads are on the bed that is now crimson red.

“No…”

In denial at what he’s seeing, Jorge runs out of the room and wakes up in his classroom. The bell rings for lunchtime and all of the students get up to get their lunches. Jorge no longer knows what to think and intuitively leaves the school to get lunch at a place that his parents used to go. Along the way he sees money flying through the air, he catches as much money as he can until he has ten million dollars in his hand. He then thinks to himself about what he should do. After a bit of thinking and hearing the gunfire in the distance, he walks away with the money and doesn’t go to get more, however, a thief that’s chasing the flying money sees him and chases him. The same things happen up to the point where Jorge and his friends are running away in the alleyway.

When he is again presented with the choice to save his friends or to run the other way, he again runs the other way. Instead of running into a continuous alley, Jorge runs into a dead end with an open mouth at the end that speaks of Jorge’s guilts.

“You’re going to have to run into it kid if you want to survive.”

Jorge is hesitant, but he runs through the mouth and ends up back where he was in Hillside City and walking towards to some kind of destination.

“What was that? I don’t understand anything that’s happening to me! Why?”

“You saw why. You barely changed your decisions when you went through them again in your head. You might feel guilty for what you did, but you sure aren’t going to change the reason why you got that guilt. That’s for sure.”

“No! That’s not it, I do feel guilty! I am sorry for what I did!”

Wanting to prove himself, Jorge takes five million dollars out of his pocket and throws it into the air, but once the money files out, it appears back in his pockets. He keeps trying to get rid of the money to no avail as it keeps appearing in his pockets.

“Jorge, Jorge! You feel guilty, but you don’t want to get rid of the money. It’d be one thing if you felt like you didn’t want to get rid of it but wanted to, that’s understandable, however, you are the opposite. You feel like you want to get rid of it, but alas, you don’t want to. You want to be rid of the guilt not the reason for it.”

Jorge breathes as if he were running on a treadmill and puts his hands on his knees as he thinks about what he should do. He then goes back to his original plan.

“I want to have a reason to get rid of this.”

“It’s more like you want a good reason that sounds good to you, but sure. Let’s go find a reason.”

He walks off while still gripping the cash in his pockets that also appear to have their thorns in his hand.

 

 

 

 

Chapter 3 – Not your Typical Angel

As Jorge makes it way to whatever destination he’s thinking of, he comes across a church. He sees that the lights are still open inside. The thought comes to him that he should go inside and confess his sins or seek help from a priest, but he’s not sure if his sins are forgivable so he walks away. A noise draws his eyes to the cross on top of the cathedral. He sees a monster that’s almost indescribable. It appears to be a reaper with a single eye and a long mouth that can split. The monster has four arms in the center of its body and one long arm with an ax and another with a noose. All of its body is cloaked in a black robe and it has two wings that are half clipped with feathers falling off it.

“What is that thing?!” Jorge asks as he slowly backs away.

The monster focuses its eye on Jorge as two hands pray, two other hands are lifted into the air and the ax and noose are lifted into the air.

“You’ve heard of your guardian angel before. Now, behold the Divine Executioner as he cleanses the wicked.”

The executioner screams out as everything, but the church is affected by its screams. It flies down to attack Jorge as he runs away. Jorge moves out of the way of the fast strikes delivered by the heavy ax. He runs into an alleyway thinking that the monster can’t fit into it. The executioner flies over him as it chases him. Trash and other objects in the alleyway start forming themselves into obstacles like the ones Jorge and his friends made. The obstacles form as Jorge approaches him which forces him to quickly react to them. Adding to the danger, the executioner lowers its noose every now and then to try to catch Jorge in it. Fortunately, he manages to get through them, but he gets a few scratches from the sharp objects in the alley.

Unnerving laughter comes from the executioner as it flies down and manages to fit in the alley. The executioner only appears large because of the cloak over its skinny body. It raises its ax in preparation to attack.

“Watch it, kid. The alleyway splits off ahead. One way leads to a mouth that will lead you far away from the execution, but is the least dangerous, while the other is more dangerous, but doesn’t get you too far away from it.”

Seeing as the approaching executioner forces Jorge to choose the least difficult route. He goes through an obstacle course that only has one way to get around it.

“I thought you said this was the least difficult!”

“But I didn’t say that it wasn’t difficult.”

Jorge manages to get through the obstacle course and run through the mouth, but the executioner’s ax manages to slice through Jorge’s bag as if it wasn’t there and cut Jorge’s back. He reels in pain as he tries to keep moving. The mouth has teleported him back to where he left his friends. He goes back to where he left them and sees blood on the ground. It appears that a crime scene was set up here and the bodies have recently been taken away by the authorities.

“Why am here? Haven’t I seen this enough already?”

“Apparently not. I shouldn’t bother you though, right? You’re a big boy now who’s made this important decision not only once but twice.”

Not wanting to deal with this again, Jorge turns away and starts walking again. Suddenly, he hears the laughter and flapping wings of the executioner in the distance. Jorge turns around to see it approaching at a fast rate.

“I thought you said I would be far away from this thing!”

“But I never said you would get away.”

Jorge can’t run so he tries to hide. There’s an abandoned house not too far from the school that his friends used to explore. He finds his way into the house through the basement window and hides in the darkest corner of the basement.

“What’s the plan, Jorge?”

“I’m going to hide here for now.”

“Do you really think that’s going to help? It doesn’t track you by sight you know. You staying here will only give you a few moments of safety.”

As Jorge begins to think about what to do, he hears the executioner land outside. The sound of its robe can be heard gliding across the grass then across the floor upstairs. It phases through doors and through walls and floors to find Jorge.

“It knows where you are. It’s just playing with you to see if you’ll come out to face it.”

“That’s what I’ll do.”

“That’s the spirit, boy.”

Jorge recalls an old rifle in the bedroom that he and his friends found. They fired it once not too long ago and found out that it still works. Thankfully, no one got hurt that day, but right now, Jorge needs it to. Jorge exits the basement through the window then quietly walks up the stairs, which attracts the attention of the executioner. It chases Jorge as he runs into the bedroom with the rifle. He dodges its ax swings as he tries to find it. When he does, he shoots its eye, which makes it scream in pain. The recoil makes Jorge drop the gun. He scrambles to pick it up until the executioner uppercuts him with its ax, which makes Jorge fly out the window and into a giant gaping mouth outside. It transports him back to where he was outside the church. He’s still staring at the cross on top of the holy building.

A priest notices Jorge blankly staring outside, walks outside, and asks, “Are you okay, my son?”

Jorge then focuses on the priest whose entire face is now a mouth who constantly says, “Confess, confess, confess.”

People start gathering around Jorge say things like, “Confess.”

“Give it up.”

“Selfish child.”

“Uncaring friend.”

“Dishonest boy.”

“Confess.”

Their voices spin Jorge’s head around and around until his left arm falls off then the other. After, his head falls off, and the crowds gather around him and pick up his head and put his head and arms back on his body. They are silent as this happens.

Once Jorge is whole again, his friends and family whisper into his ear, “Confess.”

Again, Jorge is staring blankly at the cross on top of the church.

A priest notices Jorge blankly staring outside, walks outside, and asks, “Are you okay, my son?”

He snaps out of it this time and says, “Y-yes, father.”

“Okay, but you don’t seem to be. Isn’t it a bit late for you to be out by yourself? Do you want me to call your parents to pick you up?”

“Oh, no. I’m fine. I was just heading home.”

“Alright. Good night and bless you.”

Jorge nods his head and walks away from the church.

“Was that really the smart decision to make, Jorge?” the mouth on his head asks.

“No, probably not, but there’s always another way.”

“But you might not get to it. The priest is walking back into the church. It might be embarrassing, but at least your problem will be resolved.”

“…”

“Or is that not the way you want it to be resolved?”

“I…uh.”

“Oh, keep walking if you want, but know that it will get worse if you do.”

Jorge can’t help but keep walking in his directionless quest. It’s too easy for him to keep walking with his aching legs but it’s hard for him to stop and turn around.

“So be it then according to your will.”

 

 

Chapter 4 – Wanted by Some, Loved by None

Despite everything that’s happened to him, Jorge remains somewhat unshaken by his decision. All remains quiet for a while as he walks the streets. There aren’t many people out at this hour besides the police, and criminals that live in the shadows. Jorge’s mind makes him feel that people are staring at him in the dark. This makes him walk uneasy and with caution until he sees a woman on the corner. She’s scantily dressed, and Jorge is old enough to know what she is.

“Maybe I can get her out of this life if I offer her the money,” Jorge thinks to himself.

“Maybe or maybe you could make it worse.”

“Tch.”

Ignoring the mouth on his head’s advice, he walks up to the woman.

She curiously looks at him and asks, “Is there something you need, kid?”

“Yeah, I can get you out of this job if you take me in.”

Jorge lifts the millions of dollars in his pockets just enough so that she can see it. Her eyes widen, and she smiles a bit.

“Well, aren’t you the sweetest thing in the world. I might even just marry you right now if you asked me.”

“Uh…you’re welcome.”

“Aww. So shy.”

The woman kisses Jorge’s lips, which makes his face turn red. He rubs off the kiss as the woman giggles.

“What’s your name, kid? My name is Candice.”

“Jorge.”

“That’s a nice name. Let’s go to my or should I say our home.”

“Okay.”

Candice takes Jorge by his hand and he passively allows it. They walk a short distance and enter an unclean looking apartment. Jorge can smell the potent smell of Hillside City depravity in the air around him. Despite holding hands with a stranger, he’d rather have someone near him than no one. Candice unlocks her door and leads Jorge into her apartment room. It’s a mess like the rest of the apartment building, but at least he won’t have to live in it for too long. A young girl walks out of her room in her PJs that look more like would fit in her mom’s closet. She appears to be a little younger than Jorge.

“Natty honey, we have a new man in the family,” Candice says while hugging Jorge from behind.

Natty looks at Jorge funny as he blushes again and tries to keep eye contact. “H-hi Natty. I’m Jorge.”

“This boy, who would be perfect as your husband just saying, has the money we need to live easy lives.”

“Really?” Natty asks with a glimmer of hope sparkly in her eye.

“That’s right. Make him feel welcome while I run a few errands.”

Candice hits Jorge in the butt and winks at him before leaving. Natty leads Jorge to her room then closes the door behind him.

“Nice, Jorge. I’m jealous,” the mouth on the back of his head says.

“So uh, Natty. You got a nice mom.”

“Not really. How much money do you have on you?”

“Uh. Ten million and twenty dollars.”

“Oh wow! No wonder she wants you here. Hey, how did you get all that money? You weren’t at the robbery today, were you?”

“I was actually. I caught all this money.”

“Dang it.”

“What is it?”

Natty opens the door and eavesdrops on her mother who is talking on the phone outside the room. She puts her finger on her mouth to tell Jorge to be quiet. Once her mother is done talking, Natty hurries Jorge back to her room.

“What’s happening?”

“My mom knows people who ordered those robbers to steal that money you have. They might kill you and take the money you have for themselves.”

“How do you know?”

“Because that’s what we usually do with whoever we bring in.”

Jorge gulps. Only he can hear the mouth on his head laugh. “You really hit the jackpot now didn’t ya Jorge?”

“What should I do?”

“We have to see. I’m not sure what mom is going to do.”

The kids can hear a man enter the room.

“Oh no. He’s here.”

“Who is?”

“It doesn’t matter, just hide!”

Natty moves Jorge behind her closet which leads to a hidden escape staircase.

“Wait here for a second.”

Natty moves the closet over the escape route. It sounds like from Jorge’s side that’s she’s opening a window to make it look like he escaped through it. The two adults sound like they enter the room and ask Natty about what happened to Jorge. She tells him her answer and it appears that the man is upset. Candice sounds worried as well, but then it sounds like someone gets pushed up against a wall. Jorge can then hear what sounds like someone biting into bone. Screaming is heard for a while which includes the screams of Natty who sounds like she’s telling Jorge to run, though it sounds like she’s screaming outside the window. Another bone biting sound is heard along with screaming.

More afraid than ever, Jorge runs down the escape stairs while trying to make as less noise as possible. He escapes out a small door in an alleyway. He starts to run but is then stopped by the shadow of a man in the distance. Jorge hides in the shadows as he observes the man. The man is standing in the streets and appears to be wearing a mask of some sorts. The underneath of his mask appears to be oozing blood. He looks around and hastily walks as it appears that he’s the one who’s looking for Jorge. There’s an urban legend about a man who’s known to eat the necks of people in Hillside City. He would offer you your heart’s desire and after you enjoy it, he would eat your neck as payment.

“Come on, Jorge. You have to move. You can’t be frozen in fear. It’s too warm for that,” the mouth on his head says as it urges him forward.

Jorge cautiously walks forward. He peaks out of the alleyway and starts walking when it looks like no one is around.

Someone behind Jorge, says from the shadows, “There he is! Get him!”

Multiple shadow people come out from the darkness and begin to chase Jorge. He runs away and keeps running until he reaches another alleyway, in which he can lose them in and since they’ve always been his escape. A woman who looks similar to Candice catches him.

She looks at him with a smile and says, “Calm down, boy. I’ll keep you safe.”

The woman kisses Jorge as she uses one arm to hold him and the other to take the money in his pockets. He breaks away from her and knees her in her crotch in response. Jorge tries to run away but is caught by another older woman who does the same, but she bites his neck right after. Another woman comes by and bites into the other side of Jorge’s neck and more come to feel his pockets for his money.

“Just take it and leave me alone!” Jorge screams.

A familiar scream is heard as the Divine Executioner comes down from the sky and lands on the ground. The women scatter as the executioner defends Jorge. They try to get around the angel, but they are flattened by its large ax. Jorge, who is still scared out of his mind, runs away further into the alleyway. The executioner chases him as it defends him while trying to catch him. There’s a mouth at the end of this alley. Jorge runs through it and ends up near the edge of Hillside City.

Now that he’s away from the action, he sits at a nearby park bench in front of the famous hills of the city.

“You tried helping people and they ended up getting killed, Jorge. What are you going to do now?”

Jorge reaches into his pocket and he can feel the blood on the money he has. He pulls it out and looks at it. The money is now biting his skin and making him bleed, so he takes all of it out and releases it out into the air.

“Atta boy.”

“What do I do now?”

“The choice is up to you, but at least you’re better off now than before.”

“I hope so.”

Jorge gets up then resumes walking to whatever destination and fate await him.

 

 

 

Chapter 5 – Confession then Absolution

Now more directionless than ever, Jorge walks the streets of Hillside City waiting for something to happen. There is something urging him to go forward in a certain direction. A light that he can barely see ahead of him that’s bright enough for only the soul to notice. The screams of the executioner announce its approach and Jorge is not as afraid to face it this time. It lands in front of him and raises its ax with all four of its hands in a praying position. With nothing left to his life, Jorge closes his eyes and allows the executioner to strike him. Once it does, another body of Jorge’s falls to the ground behind him as the ax phases through him. The old Jorge burns into ashes as the new one lives on.

The Divine Executioner now looks more like an actual angel with its wings back and a more human look to it. It bows before Jorge and he bows in return.

The mouth on Jorge’s head says, “You know, people see angels as devils when they try to tear away their possessions that are causing their souls to decay. They’re trying to free your soul from the vices that lead you to ruin. Thankfully, you were able to be freed.”

“What’s going to happen now? Why do I still see you and the executioner?”

“You’re going to need our help with something that’s coming up.”

“What? When? Or is that a dumb question?”

“Actually, you’re going to need our help right now. Look behind you.”

A group of people is running towards Jorge. They appear to be the same people who were trying to take the ten million dollars off of him. They’re smug since he doesn’t move from where he is. Right now, they can’t see the executioner, but they do once it strikes the ground. They all look up to it and scream in terror. They call the angel a devil, a demon, and a monster as they try to uselessly fight against it. The executioner hangs several people and mercilessly hits them with its ax. They can’t take the sight of their previous body nor can they stand losing the vices that give them so much joy. The ruckus gets the attention of the cops that were looking for these criminals.

A group of officers arrive to find a bunch of people gone mad scraping the ground while Jorge stands above them and is trying to walk around them. The police arrest the many criminals and bring in Jorge who says that his parents were killed, and he needed a place to go. The families of his friends actually called the police after the shooting and are coming to the police station to see Jorge. While he is waiting, Jorge admits to the police that he was one of the people who caught the million dollars that were flying in the air. The chief of police, Harley, talks to him personally in her office.

She asks, “Do you still have the money with you?”

“N-no, I let go of it because having it got my family and friends killed.”

“I don’t know why you had to confess then. Do you still feel guilty?”

“I do.”

“Well, you shouldn’t. You did something that not many people would do.”

“Are you going to arrest me?”

“I don’t see a reason too. That money you had was blood money anyhow held by a person we didn’t exactly like so I’ll give you a pass.”

“Really?”

“Of course.”

“Thank you so much.”

“What do you want to be when you grow up?”

“I uh. I don’t really know yet.”

“That’s fine. Not many kids do at your age. Maybe you should be a police officer when you grow up. We could use officers who can make hard decisions like you do.”

“I’ll think about it.”

“Just keep it in mind. We have a lot of women in the force who like men like you. How did you get in that situation with all those criminals at your feet?”

“It’s complicated to explain.”

“Then make it as simple as possible.”

“It involves the Divine Executioner that hit them with an ax that killed a part of them and there was a mouth on the back of my head that liked to talk a lot and-”

“Okay, stop. Make it less complicated.”

“I don’t know how to.”

“It’s fine. I understand what you went through.”

The families of Jorge’s friends knock on Harley’s door.

“Come in.”

The families tell Jorge how thankful they are that he’s alive, but he shakes their hearts when he admits that he was the reason why their children died. They don’t know what to say so they awkwardly tell him again that they’re thankful he’s alive before leaving the room and the police station. The only family that Jorge thought who might’ve accepted him has just left him alone.

Harley puts her hand on Jorge’s shoulder, and says, “I’m sorry Jorge.”

“It’s okay. I forgive them.”

A man enters the room without knocking.

Harley turns around. “Leo, so you decided to show up.”

“That’s right, Harley. I had to see this remarkable young man.”

Leo holds out his hand with a smile and says, “Nice to meet you, Jorge. Do you know who I am?”

Jorge hastily shakes Leo’s hand and says, “Yes, Mr. Mayor.”

“Just call me Leo.”

“Okay, Leo.”

“Harley told me what you did, and it seems like you don’t have anywhere to go.”

“The families of his friends just left.”

“They did? Idiots. Those people don’t see the potential in you. Why don’t you come with me and live with me at my place? I could help you become a great man.”

Jorge thinks about it then says, “I’ll do that, but you have to promise me that you won’t give me money that I didn’t earn. I want to earn everything I get no matter how small it is.”

“I promise. You’ve actually started becoming a great man with that mindset. You’ll accomplish great things if you keep thinking this way and growing in it.”

“I will?”

“Yes, you’ll see.”

The End

 

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Best Intentions, Worst Results

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Prologue – Carriage Ride to the Unknown

“Then said Jesus, Father, forgive them; for they know not what they do.” Luke 23:24

What lengths would you go to in order to do good? My name is Ashton and I am on a mission to find the City of Sanguine, a city said to have the blood of Jesus Christ Himself and used it to cure any and all diseases and injuries. This city was the talk of the world for a good part of a month before suddenly disappearing along with those who sought after the city. People thought that the city is just a rumor made to make men wander the world until they died or that it was just a false rumor made to give people false hope and pull a little prank on them. Whether a rumor or not, the people who left to find the city have disappeared without a trace which brings in talk of the paranormal. My curiosity seems to have gotten the best of me as I have accepted a stranger’s proposal to go to the city. I met him after I was talking about the city with a few friends after church. He said that he knew how to get to the city and that he would drive me there for free. I don’t know why I accepted this. Again, my curiosity seems to be the cause.

In case this is a bad situation, I take a pistol with me, which is a family heirloom. Strangely enough, while waiting for the man, I talk to a priest I know that tells me that he doesn’t see the man I met even after I described the man to him in detail. The unknown man arrives with his carriage at the front of the church and beckons me to go. The priest tells me to be careful and I tell him not to worry and tell him about my secret weapon. I get on the carriage with my luggage and ride off to the City of Sanguine or at least I hope I am. We go down a few roads that I am familiar with, but we take another few turns off the road into a forest. Once I start to worry about the path we are taking, we exit the forest and I see a city on an island in the distance.

“Is that the City of Sanguine?” I ask the man.

“It is! Doesn’t it look grand from here?”

“It does.”

The way the setting sun shines against the wonderful current Victorian architecture gives the city a grand feeling to it. As we approach the bridge that connects here to the city gates, we stop.

“What’s the matter?” I ask.

“I have a gift to give you before you enter the city. Come out so I can properly show you it.”

I get out of the carriage and the man brings a long scythe out of a box from the back of the carriage.

“You’ll need this. It’ll be of better use to you than a pistol.”

Does he know of my concealed weapon?

He continues by saying, “Now watch your fingers when you use this function for it.”

The man squeezes a small lever in the middle of the weapon and it becomes an ax spear with two ax head on both sides.

“What possible use would I need for this elaborate weapon?”

“It is just a gift from a stranger. You’ll never know when a gift such as this will be of use, however, what you gift I give you that you will use is this.  Let beasts be beasts and men be men. Do not give into temptation. You are a faithful son of God and one of His many instruments on earth.”

“That sounds like very sound advice. I will use it when the situation comes.”

“I will hope so. Now get back into the carriage. I’ll drive you across the bridge.”

We drive across the long bridge and to the gate which opens as we approach it. The carriage stops, and the gates close behind us. I step outside the carriage and the city appears to be empty.

“Excuse me, driver, where might I find someone-”

I turn to see that the driver is gone and the horses that we guided us here are statues. The carriage itself feels more like an antique model that you would leave in your house to show off and collect dust. The porcelain carriage doors won’t open, which is especially strange since I opened them so easily before and the texture on them didn’t feel this way before. Thankfully though, I left everything in the back of the carriage and my possessions are still here along with the strange weapon the man gave me. I take my suitcase and the long case that contains the weapon and walk through the city. This appears to be a ghost town with not a noise being made anywhere with only the sound of the wind to remind me that I haven’t gone deaf. I do see shadows that dart around the corners of buildings and windows.

“Hello! Hello?” I say to try to get one of the people’s attention, but none answer back and only retreat into the darkness.

With nowhere to really go to, I arrive at what looks to be a hotel. The hotel doors are open and yet, there’s no one here like the rest of the city. I ring the service bell on the hotel’s desk several times without an answer. On further inspection, there’s a note that says to leave a certain amount of money on the desk and I’ll receive a key a few moments later. I do as the note says with nothing else to do and search the hotel for signs of life. What seems to be sounds of laughter, whimpering, and mumbling coming from several of the rooms. I knock on the doors to try to get their attention, but no one answers the doors. A dinging sound that sounds like someone dropped a key is made downstairs and I return to find a key where I left my money. This is indeed a strange city.

“Thank you, whoever left this key for me,” I say.

…no response again. There’s nothing I think I can do right now so I go to the room this key belongs to and enter the room. It’s actually really nice and well decorated for the price I paid. I check my pistol, the ammo I have for it, my spare clothes, and the weapon the man gave me before I decide to take a quick rest. Maybe people will be out early tomorrow morning? Do they have some kind of curfew that says they must be in this early? I cannot fathom why a city that is supposedly famous for having the healing blood of Jesus Christ Himself would be like this. Nevertheless, tomorrow will hopefully give me some kind of answer.

 

 

Chapter 1 – The First Blood that is Spilled Can Fill the Ocean

A scream awakens me from my sleep and it appears that I haven’t slept for long as the sun is still setting though it’s a bit lower than before. I quickly take my pistol and head downstairs to see a nun in white. She appears to be a young adult though what’s strange is, is that she’s carrying a sword.

“Are you okay sister?” I ask.

“Why yes. I heard a scream and came here to see if anyone was in trouble.”

“That wasn’t you? Why are you carrying a sword?”

“Well, not all nuns are defenseless, especially in this town. You should get a better weapon than that pistol if you wish to survive the night.”

“What do you mean?”

“You’ll see soon enough.”

“I got a scythe upstairs in my room, will that do?”

“Let me see it.”

I lead her upstairs and show her the weapon. She runs her hands through the weapon with an interested look on her face.

“You must’ve gotten this weapon from God Himself,” she says.

“Really?”

“You see this cross on the weapon? This cross is embedded into the weapon with a special material that blesses the weapon with immense strength.”

This explains the strange man and how weird it was on how I got here, but it’s strange that God Himself would lead someone like me here. I’m just an ordinary man or rather a waste of skin since I don’t do much for people.

“Can you wield this?” the nun continues.

“I have some experience wielding weapons, but not really.”

“You should be good then. Here, wield this weapon of God.”

I take the scythe and it’s lighter than I thought it would be. As I move the weapon’s blade through the air, it feels like I’m wielding a feather.

“We should go to the church,” the nun says, “It’s going to be safer there for us.”

“Ok. Are we going to ask the other people here to join us?”

“No, we regretfully won’t. You can hear their cries and laughter of madness, don’t you?”

“I can but-”

“I’m sorry but we must leave before they…I’ll explain along the way.”

We leave the hotel and make our way to the church. The church is the biggest building in the city which can be seen from most places in the city. Along the way, she starts to explain herself and the situation.

“My name is Sister Magdalene. I’m from the Holy Church of Jesus’ Blood and this town is suffering from an unusual curse. People here disappear and, in their place, come beasts that look like goats. These beasts come out at night and indiscriminately kill people then go back into hiding when the sun rises. They can only be scratched with regular weaponry, so we have to bless our weapons to hurt them. The church and the citizens here have been doing our best to get rid of all the beasts and eliminate the source, but we haven’t been too successful as our numbers dwindle with each passing day. There also doesn’t seem to be an exit for us as the only exit appears to be jumping into the abyss around the city.”

“Abyss? When I got here, it looked as normal as it can be.”

“You’re an outsider? You really are a blessing from God.”

“I don’t know about that. I just came here to see if the healing blood of Christ was true.”

“Oh, it is. I will give you some later if you wish.”

“Yes, please. I’d love to share your gift with the rest of the world.”

“Tis’ not my gift, but the gift of God. You truly are a blessing since you are here to spread our healing to the world.”

Again, I don’t know about that.

“So how did you obtain this blood?”

“We were given it by a stranger who drives a carriage. Once we confirmed the effects of the blood, he disappeared with his horses as if he was never there. His carriage was burned to ashes and his horses rotted on the ground with maggots in them.”

“That sounds similar to my carriage driver but not exactly mine. My carriage driver’s horses and carriage turned to porcelain.”

“Regardless of that minor difference, I truly believe that you are-”

“Yes sister, you’ve said what you believe I am many times already.”

“Yes, but I thought I’d reaffirm it-”

We suddenly hear a beastly scream that echoes throughout the city. It sounds like a goat mixed in with what I can only call a demon.

Magdalene draws her sword then says, “Prepare yourself…”

“Ashton. My apologies for not stating my name earlier.”

“You mustn’t worry about that now. Just draw your weapon.”

I draw my scythe and wait for the beast to show itself…wherever it is. In somewhat of a panic, I look around my surroundings and try to look for signs of the monster.

“Calm yourself, Ashton. You will know when it shows itself.”

Right…I’m calm now after a few breaths in and out and sure enough, the beast shows itself. It creeps out of the darkness with its goat demon head and big lanky body with barely any hair on it. Its skin also seems to be soaked in light blood as if it just killed its latest prey.

“Fear not Ashton for we are the hunters of these beasts and they are the prey. Now, attack without mercy!”

Magdalene charges in to attack and I follow. She goes on the left side of it and I go to the right. The beast lunges and swipes at both of us to try to break our pincer attack, but we dodge out of the way. Magdalene manages to slice off the arm of the beast with lightning speed before it has a chance to retract its arm. I follow her counterattack lead by raises my scythe and slicing the beast several times though it isn’t taken down so easily, so I quickly make the weapon switch itself to the ax to give one heavy finishing blow. After switching the weapon back and wiping some of the blood of me, Magdalene approaches me and begins to wipe the blade with her clothes.

Confused, I pull the weapon away then say, “What are you doing?”

“A weapon such as this doesn’t deserve to be dirty for so long.”

“Can’t we just wait to wash it at church?”

“We do have Holy water that would definitely improve the blade and make it clean. Ok then. I’ll wait,” Magdalene then gives me a smile that gives me a bit of unease, “You are truly blessed.”

“Thank you.”

What’s up with this city? Even Magdalene appears to be strange. We encounter a few more beasts along the way which is good practice for me as they don’t appear to be too much trouble for me despite their bloodthirsty way of fighting. This weapon is truly something special. It really makes my pistol look like a child’s toy when I try it on the beasts. Bullets don’t appear to have any effect on the beasts though Magdalene says that someone in the church could help improve it. After those encounters, we make it to a barricade in front of the walls of the church. There are people everywhere with torches, pitchforks, swords, and other weaponry but at least they appear to be normal.

Suddenly, Magdalene raises my hand that’s holding the scythe and proclaims, “Blessed is this dark night, for God has sent us a knight that will free us from this prison and spread His gift to the world.”

The crowd cheers for me. This what it must feel like to be celebrated, but I don’t feel like this is earned. Magdalene leads me through the crowd and they touch my shoulders while bowing and blessing me. They all seem so grateful for even receiving what seems to be a ray of hope. I guess shouldn’t do anything to spoil this and just help them in any way I can. As we approach the church walls, I see men and women with bows, crossbows, and rifles, above on the walls sniping what I assume to be beasts. The gate opens and there is a clergy of priests and nuns who are holding similar weapons to Magdalene.

“Sister Magdalene,” one of the priests say, “is this true that you’ve brought a gift from God?”

“It is true. I’ve heard his story and seen him fight. This man will give us great things,” she responds.

“We will see. What brings you here?”

“We are here to prepare him for saving us from this curse, bless his pistol, and give him a taste of the sacred blood of Christ.”

“Very well. Proceed though do be sure to check up on Lawrence if you can find him. He was posted on the inside of the front church doors, but no one can find him.”

“I’m sure he’s just resting or sharpening his blades.”

“Oh, those theories have not lost my mind, I am just merely telling you the situation with him.”

“I know. I’ll speak to you later. I must be on my way to help Sir Ashton.”

“Blessed be the path you walk.”

“Thank you.”

We both bow to each other and Magdalene and I continue up the church stairs.

“Who’s Lawrence?” I ask.

“The Holy Blade of the Church and one of the first church hunters. He lead many hunts on many nights so he has amassed much skill, strength, and glory.”

“And I’m a great blessing for this city? Lawrence sounds like your greatest blessing.”

“He’s one of them, but you alone have the tools to free us.”

“Whatever you say.”

As we approach the castle gates and open them, an unease creeps into me and with each inch the church’s front doors I see the reason why. The walls and ceiling are covered in blood and gore with mangled bodies that litter the ground. Magdalene and I are speechless as we walk into the church. A dismembered corpse manages to get up and we get to their aid.

The dismembered person says to us, “Ahh…ahh…please help us. An indescribable beast approaches. Lawrence the Abomination is hunting again. Please…God have mercy…have mercy on us all…hahaha!”

A terrible amalgamation of flesh, body parts, and beast approaches us on all fours. Its screech seems to be a combination of human, beast, and unimaginable horrors.

Though Magdalene is in more shock than I am, she reaches out to it while uttering the words, “Lawrence…is that you?”

The beast sets its sights on her and charges at her. I have to pull her out of the way to get her to move.

“Now is not the time for this!” I say while switching my scythe to the ax.

She slaps her face a bit before nodding and readying her sword. To beat this beast, we have to think on our feet as it seems adept at fighting us at the same time with wild flails of its body parts and charges to run away and make us swing at each other. Even so, a beast is still a beast and it falls, but then it catches a glimpse of something among the corpses. It reaches out one of its hands and grabs a huge greatsword. Its eyes seem captivated by it and as it grips it, it grows in size to match the beast’s size.

The monstrosity then lifts the sword to the ceiling and proclaims, “I am Lawrence the Holy Blade of the Church and I will fight as a Knight of God’s Will.”

It then stands on two feet and brings the sword in front of it as an honorable knight would. Though it doesn’t transform in any way, it seems to have taken the form of what I assume to be who Lawrence was and this brings tears to Magdalene’s face though she does not falter.

She shouts, “Lawrence! Honorable Knight of God’s Will! We will free you from your suffering!”

He fights more like a knight now that he’s gained some of his humanity back, which is more difficult for us now that can block and even parry attacks, but I feel more motivated to fight him. He’s a warrior who must be given an honorable death lest he goes down in history as a monster. With my weapon’s special ability, I get a great idea. I intentionally crash blows with Lawrence then switch my ax to the scythe which allows me to forcefully push his sword down to the ground which also slams him to the ground. I then spin and switch my weapon mid-swing to deliver the final blow, cutting off Lawrence’s head. The rest of the body melts into a sludge of blood though the head still remains and appears to be talking. Magdalene and I go to it to hear what he is saying.

“Forgive me, Magdalene,” he says, “The blood of beasts has consumed me and corrupted my body. Tell me…are the hunters of the church still fighting with hope and honor in their hearts?”

“Yes,” Magdalene says with tears still flowing from their face, “Yes, they are, and they will continue to fight as long as the sun shines in the sky.”

“Good. That gives me peace. Now…I’m afraid I must leave you again. God is calling His sword to its sheath…”

As Lawrence takes his last breath, Magdalene holds the head of her deformed friend and honorable knight and mourns his passing. I put my hand on her shoulder to give her some comfort, but then she stands up almost immediately.

She wipes the tears off her face then says, “I thank you for your help, but I mustn’t’ let this slow me down. Lawrence would’ve wanted us to not slow down for him and to just deliver salvation for the people he defended so valiantly. Now…let us improve your weaponry for the night has just begun.”

 

 

 

Chapter 2 – More Enemies, More Blood

We inform everyone what happened in the church and they’re just as shocked as we were. They try to help the injured though most if not all won’t live. Others help bury the corpses in the graveyard behind the church and clean the bloody mess that is everywhere, but I doubt that they’ll wash these bloodstains out of the floors and walls. In the meantime, Magdalene shows me how to improve my weaponry by cleaning it with Holy water and using a special kind of smelter with iron that gives it a very special quality. As for my pistol, she gives me special silver bullets that are better than regular ones and adds in different mechanisms that let it fire faster and load more than a few bullets into it, twelve to be exact. She also gives me a vial of what is supposed to be the Blood of Christ.

She tells me, “Please deliver the world the salvation it deserves.”

“I promise.”

“You can always get more here so don’t hesitate to heal yourself with it if you’re injured.”

Someone then barges into the room and says, “The beasts are coming!”

“Ashton, grab your scythe! It should be ready now.”

I grab the scythe and it feels exceptionally more different than it did before. Lighter, more versatile, deadlier. Magdalene, the rest of the hunters, and I exit the church to see the almost war-like state the outside is with beasts crawling and killing all over the place. We go to help, and I test out my new weaponry which works wonders. The pistol stuns and kills beasts with only one to two shots while the scythe cuts through them like butter and the switch to the ax is faster which is more destructive than before.

Magdalene turns to look at me then says, “Ashton!”

I turn to look where she is staring at right before a large dark grey hand grabs me and pulls me up and over the church walls. As it drags me through the city, I witness beasts crawling out of the darkness and woodwork as if the dark of the night itself births these creatures. They climb and crawl all over the city while killing people and heading for the church. Few take note of me and fewer chase after me since I’m being pulled at such a fast speed. I can’t really move my weapons at all though I still try to force my way out of this monster’s grip. It eventually pulls me on top of the city’s walls and lets me go here just to see the void between this city and where I came from. What was that hand’s purpose and why did it show me this just to fade into the darkness below? There’s no time to ponder such questions now as I must get back to Magdalene to help her and the others.

The streets seem awfully quiet after what I just witnessed but I still stay ready with both weapons in hand, ready for a bloody fight. I look up at the sky to see that there’s a blood moon out tonight. How appropriate. Blood and wreckage fill some of the streets with few bodies here and there. Thankfully some of the bodies are beasts so at least there are others here to fight them and help me. The further I go the stranger things I see and I’m not just talking about the lack of beasts who are probably just concentrating on the beasts. I find bodies of beasts who look somewhat human near houses, water fountains, and crosses. Even stranger, I find the exact opposite near the exact same landmarks. They all appear to have been killed or just killed themselves by hanging, gunshot or stab to the throat. I eventually stumble across one person who is slightly turned.

“Do not worry friend. I have the healing blood with me,” I say to him as I take out the blood vial.

The person stops me and says in a frightened tone, “Do not give me that accursed blood. It has killed more people than it can heal and-”

This person and many others around him start to transform into the beasts I see around the city, so I’m forced to fight and kill them. These ones have a more crimson look to their skin and are faster and stronger than the others as they can carve straight through the sides of nearby houses. Thankfully my skills and new weapons help me survive this skirmish with only a few scrapes and scratches. Is the blood the source of the beasts and madness among the citizens? It can’t be…can it?

Further along the way, I’m ambushed and put into a corner by these new crimson beasts. Suddenly, a few of them fall from strikes behind them and before the rest notice, they are slain.

A man in hunter attire walks over their bodies and greets me, “How do you do fellow hunter?”

“I’m alive thanks to you. You have my gratitude.”

“My name is Bradford. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

“Mine is Ashton.”

“What are you doing here Ashton? Looking to fight the more challenging beasts?”

“No, I was dragged from the church to the walls and now I’m trying to get back.”

“Don’t bother with that accursed church and faith. They’re what started this plague of beasts and endless nights.”

Right…so he’s not too fond of the church.

“Do you know if this blood is the source of all of this?”

“It appears to be though I’m not sure why. A few alchemists and I are performing experiments on the blood to see what it truly is.”

“You do not think it is the Blood of Christ?”

“I am not a religious man so that is not on my mind. You should come with me to help us free this city and topple the church.”

Hmmm, what do I do…I should probably confirm the curse’s origins with Magdalene or at least save her for helping me start in the city. I shouldn’t be too quick to trust this man either.

“I will later but I must help a friend who is in trouble.”

“Very well then. I will not force your hand. Farewell and good hunting.”

He took that very well as if it wasn’t any trouble at all I should get back to the church now. With only a few more encounters with other beasts and the new crimson ones, I make it back to the church walls. There are only a few citizens guarding the entrance with no bodies on the ground for some reason despite the blood. They don’t appear to be well thought they look a bit better than the person I saw previously but I should still be careful. I approach the walls with caution while paying attention to the odd citizens they don’t seem to pay attention to me, so things are normal? Whoa! An ax comes down on me when I turn to look forward. Thankfully my reflexes are still sharp, so I dodge out of the way before it nicks me. This was their plan. They acted normal so I can walk in the center of their trap. These people aren’t beasts, but they attack me like beasts. They’re out of their mind so I have no choice but to defend myself. First, I killed beasts and now I’m killing people though from what I’ve recently seen, I’m not sure that the two are so different. These “beasts” go down more easily than the other ones but they can still use guns and reload them as if some part of their brains still remember this. Though I’m at a disadvantage, I’m also at a great advantage with my long reaching scythe and ax and my pistol that kills the “beasts” with guns in one shot. That was honestly easier to handle than I thought it would be, but my experience here makes my fighting style more bloodthirsty aggressive than the way I previously fought.

There’s no more time to waste. If these people have turned, then I fear what must’ve happened in the church. The giant church wall doors are open enough, so I can move through and when I make it past the walls, a giant-sized devil beast jumps from behind the walls and lands in front of me. It’s hairier and more covered in blood than the other beasts with three heads. The body and arms are massive though its legs are much thinner and longer. Its head and horns are unmistakably goat-like as the rest but a bit more demon-like. I start to engage head on it despite its intimating nature and uncanny screech. My scythe cuts through its arms and body, spraying its crimson blood all over the place but it doesn’t appear to injure the beast too heavily like Lawrence. To defend itself, it swipes at me with its arms and long nails and jumps around to avoid some of my attacks. Killing this beast by myself is going to be a worthy challenge. This battle makes me excited to fight, to slice, to spill blood…haha…damn it. I’ve got to stay focused! I use my pistol to hit the beasts head when it charges up for a huge attack to stun it for my final attacks. My scythe isn’t strong enough to slice through its legs, so I switch to the ax and cut off its legs. The beast still tries to fight despite massive blood loss, so I cut the beast from the bottom of the body up to the chest, which gets massive amounts of blood on me. It still lives and tries to fight back though its attacks are pathetic. The heart is exposed and, on the floor, and still attached to it so I rip it out and squash it with my hands. This finally kills the beast and makes it melt into a crimson flesh mess. Whew…that was exciting. Now then, back to Magdalene.

I walk up the church steps and go through its doors to find Magdalene with others who are helping her tend to the wounded. She sees me almost immediately and runs over to hug me.

“Ashton! God bless you, you’re alive! Are you hurt?”

“No, I’m fine Magdalene even though I’m drenched in blood. I just fought this huge beast that jumped over the church walls and other citizens that have turned.”

“That’s truly dreadful, but amazing at the same time that you survived it all. It shows that you’re-”

“Truly blessed right?”

“You know me so well. Please, rest up for a bit. I’ll clean your weapons and your clothes so we both can go out again and put an end to this night.”

“Haha. More work? Don’t let me rest for too long.”

“Hahaha. You’re right. A hunters’ duty ends when the night does, but you should really rest.”

“I will. I will.”

But seriously don’t let me rest for long. There’s more blood to be shed.

 

 

 

Chapter 3 – Painting the Town Red

After my weapons are spruced up a bit and my clothes are cleaned, I suit up to go back out. While getting dressed, I catch Magdalene peeking into the room I’m in. She quickly closes the door once she sees I noticed.

“Haha. Peeking at a man getting dressed Magdalene? I thought nuns were pure of heart.”

She enters the room and says, “I am. I uh I was just checking on you.”

“Sure you were. Is this the first time you’ve seen a man partially dressed?”

“No. I’ve seen plenty of men partially dressed. Naked even.”

“Want to elaborate?”

“Not at this moment. It’s something in the past I wish to keep there.”

“I understand. I won’t push any further.”

Magdalene continues to stare at me with some kind of lust in her eyes while I get dressed.

I ask her, “I’ve heard rumors that the source of this curse of beasts is the Blood of Christ. Is that true?”

The look on her face changes back to normal as she says, “No of course not! It’s true that the curse came to this city after we got the Holy Blood, but it is not confirmed as many people here have taken the blood since it first got here and they’re perfectly sane and healthy.”

“What about those people outside the church walls? They attacked me as if I were a beast. Also, what about those priests that you were with? The church must’ve had the most access to it and they probably used it the most.”

“I don’t how much blood the citizens that guarded the walls took though they were given a fair share of it as payment for their services. The priests here experimented along with the alchemists here, so I would ask them, but they aren’t here. They went out to search for you and have yet to return. I fear their fate since the three have yet to return as well.”

“We have to ask the alchemists then. Do you know where we can find them?”

“Yes, but I’m not too fond of them. They don’t believe in God as much as everyone else and try to disprove His existence.”

“They’re just trying to prove everything with material facts, so I wouldn’t pay any mind to them.”

“But God’s existence can’t be proved with material facts alone!”

“I know I know Magdalene, but we still need to visit them to help get rid of this curse. Can you please put your bias aside for the time being?”

“For you, of course, I will. You are-”

“Yes, sister I know what you say I am.”

“But-”

I put my finger on her mouth.

“I know. Let’s go now.”

She smiles and nods her head. We leave the church in the hands of fellow hunters and go to search for the alchemists who hopefully have information we can use. Along the way, we encounter several monsters and mad men. The entire town appears to be full of them with no normal man, woman, or even child in sight. Some of the beasts are miniature and fast. I pray in my head that these are just animals and not actual children.

“These streets are getting too dangerous,” I say, “Let’s take a different path.”

We run through several connected alleys and get ambushed by crows, dogs, and rodents that walk on two feet like men. Several of them appear to be combined together as if they are the product of a Frankenstein experiment.

Magdalene says, “This is the product of those alchemists’ work! I’ve seen these beasts in their labs before!”

“I’ll be sure to talk to them about it then. First, we have to survive and find them.”

My pistol takes care of these and the child-like beasts with one shot and my scythe cuts through them like butter. Our path is clear and yet, we constantly stop and take a different path. It’s like the beasts are making it seem like we can go where we want then they push us in a particular direction.

“Do you know where we’re going, Magdalene?”

“An altar in the center of the city where we celebrated our receiving of the healing blood.”

“Do you have any idea why we’re being pushed there?”

“I have no idea. I thought they would keep us from getting to a place like that.”

This can’t be a good sign. The beasts are unrelenting and there doesn’t seem to be an end to them nor the bloodshed nor the night. We arrive at the alter that the townsfolk have set up on top of many stairs. We are pushed to the very top and the beasts don’t attack us there.

A very demonic voice calls out from the darkness of the city, “Behold for the Anti-Christ shall be born from this whore!”

“What are you talking about?!” I scream back at it.

“Do you really believe this nun is truly virtuous? She greeted men of conflict and law enforcement with sex and pleasure. She is more of a pagan temple prostitute than a Christian nun, therefore it is her body, which is laced with demonic blood, that will birth the Anti-Christ.”

Magdalene holds her stomach and cries out in pain as her stomach inflates and gives birth to an abomination. I can hear the beasts and demons of hell howl and wail out as they shake their fists to the sky.

“Kill me, Ashton,” Magdalene says as she grabs my arm, “You cannot let this demon into this world!”

“I-I…”

“Do it!”

I switch my scythe to an ax, hold it up in the air over Magdalene’s stomach for a few seconds, close my eyes then bring down the ax on her and the monster. When I open my eyes, I can still see Magdalene twitching and movement in her body. This damned thing must be keeping her alive to be born.

“Die!” I repeatedly shout as I smash the unborn child into the ground.

Magdalene’s lower body is in pieces now along with what was supposed to be the Anti-Christ. The beasts of the night that surround us retreat from the altar in fear. I fall to my knees in exhaustion. Is this what God wanted me to do? Is my purpose in this world done? If so, then take me from this world…Nothing.

I pick myself up and look around to see that the city appears to be empty now. Oh, I see a light in a building not too far from here. Smoke appears to be coming out of the chimney so that’s probably where Bradford is. I go there with no resistance from any of the beasts. Whenever I think I hear or see one, it runs away from me. If nothing else, at least they’ll stop bothering me. That demonic voice said Magdalene had demonic blood laced with her own. That must mean my worst fears are confirmed. The man in a carriage who gave these people the “Blood of Christ” actually gave them the corrupted blood of demons. It probably was no man at all and was just Satan in the flesh. I should probably throw away this vial of blood Magdalene gave me, but I don’t know where to dispose of it. From what I’ve seen, the vermin of the city will just drink it up and become monsters so there has to be a good place to hide it or get rid of it completely. If I can do this, I’m sure my purpose here will be complete, but what about the town? The people in the church will probably scum to the beasts or the cursed blood so God might just deal with it like how He dealt with Sodom and Gomorrah.

Now I’m around where that building I saw is. Wait, what was-oh more new beasts. This one has eyes on its body, more than one face, and elongated arms and legs like some perverse version of a cherubim. It leaps from the roof and attacks me. It’s way nimbler than the other beasts and even dodges my pistol shoots and the slices from my scythe. A barrage of rifle shots from the darkness take it out and I turn to see Bradford and a couple other people who I assume to be his fellow hunters. He takes off his hood to reveal his flowing blond hair. Before I could see only a few features of his face and now I can see he has quite the ladies’ man look.

“Ashton,” he says, “I assume you took care of your friend?”

“Yes, I have.”

“I saw from a distance. You have my apologies for not being there with you.”

“It’s okay. It was my purpose for being here.”

“If it truly was, then let me help you get out of this twisted fate.”

 

 

 

 

 

Chapter 4 – Seeing Clearly with New Eyes

We go to Bradford’s place and it is a place of alchemy and natural philosophy or science as some people say. People here are experimenting with weapons, the blood from the beasts, and the dead bodies of the beasts themselves.

“What Magdalene said was true then. You are responsible for some of the beasts outside,” I say to Bradford and his colleagues.

“We were just experimenting with the blood that the church gave us. Of course, there’s going to be failures when we’re dealing with the unknown,” Bradford explains, “We aren’t even close to knowing even half of what this blood is capable of and the church just decided to use it just because it could cure any disease or injury. This is how we got into the situation we are in today. We’re going to get out of this accursed city then experiment with the blood until we can use it for good.”

“Experiment with the blood? Didn’t you hear the demonic voice say that this blood is the blood of demons?”

“I didn’t hear that, and I don’t believe it. If it is the blood of a demon, then we can possibly purify it so that it is the blood of an angel. Maybe then it can be used without worry.”

“These are all just unproven theories in your head. Enough death and destruction have taken place because of it so let’s just get rid of the blood you have, burn the beasts, and let’s leave this place!”

“He’s right, Bradford,” one of his colleagues say, “We’ve been researching this blood for months now and we’ve learned nothing new.”

“This blood has killed our families and friends and destroyed all of our lives,” another chimes in, “We should destroy it and leave this God-forsaken place!”

Several other of Bradford’s colleagues agree with me and voice their disdain for experimenting with this blood.

“Enough!” Bradford says, “We will do as Ashton and you say and leave this city as soon as we destroy this blood, which of course you know is easier said than done, but I know of a quick way to do so. It came up in my research-”

“And you didn’t tell us?”

“No, because I never thought I would have to. There are three parts of a celestial body that has elements in it that will get rid of this blood to the last drop. The only difficulty is that the places were quarantined off by the city and guarded by royal guards who have had the blood since it came to us so they’re going to be extremely dangerous.”

“I will go with you then,” I instantly volunteer.

“I figured you would. Since we are low on fighting power, the last of you will stay here, hold down the fort, and try to get rid of this poisonous blood as soon as possible. Agreed?”

“Agreed,” we all say.

“Good. Let’s get to work gentlemen.”

Bradford grabs a bag to carry the parts of the celestial body, ammo for our guns, and a marked map that shows the location of the bodies parts. We head off to the closest location and encounter more of those many-eyed beasts. To avoid difficult fights, we cautiously move and use the pitch-black shadows to our advantage.

Along the way, I whisper to Bradford, “Where did these beasts come from? Don’t tell me this was your fault as well.”

“In a way it is. Some of the researchers and priests who had excessive amounts of exposure to the blood became beasts like the ones you see. I didn’t stop or warn them of the possible negative effects because I wanted to see what would happen,” he responds.

“Curiosity kills the cat you know!”

“Curiosity is also what evolves humanity, so we can advance as a species.”

“That doesn’t mean you should let your fellow man suffer to help everyone else.”

“What’s the suffering of a few people compared to the joy of the millions?”

“You can’t value the suffering of people like that!”

“Save your arguing for the ethics committee. We’re here.”

We break through a wooden door then go down a long set of stairs to find a small room with an iron door. The door has the sentence, “Obtain the eyes of an angel to your left or walk in the void”.

“Yeah right,” Bradford says before opening the door that leads to complete darkness.

He tries to use a nearby wall lamp to light the darkness, but it doesn’t make anything visible in the room. I look to the left to see a place where I’m supposed to look into. The inscription below it says, “Only the faithful will survive obtaining the eyes of an angel”.

“Ashton. You’re one of the faithful, aren’t you?” Bradford says.

“Yes, so I assume I have to do this. Hopefully, it won’t be painful,” I say as I look into the eyeholes-, “AAAAAHHH!”

“Ashton! Are you okay?!”

“No, I’m not! That piece of shit just plucked out my eyes and stabbed me in the eye sockets!”

I can hear Bradford tearing a piece of cloth off his clothes. I’m covering my eye holes since they’re bleeding and in enormous pain.

“Never thought I’d hear a believer like you curse.”

“Just shut up and give me a bandage! Do you have any medicine on you?”

“I regretfully don’t, but here’s this for now. Move your hands.”

He puts something around my head.

“Is this some kind of joke Bradford? You didn’t put anything on my head. I’m lucky that thing didn’t take away my sight and I’m no longer in pain.”

“What are you talking about? I put a piece of my cloak on your head.”

“No, you didn’t. Even if you did, I can see right through it.”

“How many fingers am I holding up?”

“You aren’t holding up any fingers.”

“What about now?”

“Nine.”

“Do you still have your eyes after what happened? Oh crap, no you don’t! How can you see without your eyes?!”

“I don’t have any eyes?! You must be joking because I can see clearly!”

“I’m not joking! Put this bandage back on for now because I don’t want to look at two empty eye holes.”

I put it on and for some reason, I can see right through it.

“Ashton, try looking into the room now.”

Looking into the room, I can see everything in it as if the room was never dark to begin with.

“I can see everything in it now.”

“Wow, miraculous.”

“I guess this turned you into a believer, didn’t it?”

“In a way.”

“Here, I’ll guide you.”

I take Bradford’s hand and walk him through the room, which is normal for the most part though Bradford does manage to still fall over and bump into things.

“You’re a klutz,” I tell him.

“I’m as blind as bat in this room!”

“You’re saying that to the man who literally doesn’t have any eyes.”

“Shut up!”

We make it through the room and come to a cavern.

“I can see now Ashton.”

“Good. I don’t want to hold your hand any longer.”

We explore the linear cavern until we come to an altar room with three people surrounding a body part. One person has a katana, the other has a claymore, and the last has a pike. Once they look at us, we see that they have snakes as their body.

“There’s no end to many types of beasts,” I say.

“I will not be defeated by mere serpents,” Bradford adds.

These creatures move like the many-eyed beasts, but my eyes adjust to their movement, so I can slice at them no matter where they move. I manage to take down two of them while Bradford is still struggling to land a single hit on the one he takes on. Feeling charitable, I slice his enemy in half for him.

“I had that thing on the ropes,” he says.

“I can tell.”

We take the lower half of the celestial body and leave the lower area of the city. The many-eyed beasts ambush us, but they are no challenge to me with my new eyes or rather lack thereof. I can see every small movement they make. My side vision even picks up on their sneak attacks.

After the battle, Bradford asks me, “I guess we don’t need to go back to my workshop for medication, do we?”

“Does it look like it?”

Now that I’m really looking at Bradford, he appears to have a strange red aura about him, which makes sense because of the man’s character. We continue on nevertheless as I keep a close eye on him.

 

 

 

 

Chapter 5 – Without Form

We have to go through the residential area to find this next celestial body part. Along the way, we’re attacked by every form of beast that I’ve previously met.  They don’t pose a challenge to me now because of my enhanced vision. Now I can effectively wield my weapon as it was meant to be. A blade that cuts through flesh as if it was the air. It seems that we’ve killed most of the beasts in the city and now…all appears to be quiet, so Bradford and I just peacefully stroll under the blood moonlit night. Peacefully strolling while covered in the blood of beasts, but peacefully strolling nonetheless.

“How did you learn about the celestial body and how is it the cure for the demonic blood?” I ask Bradford to fill my curiosity.

“Legends and myths about fantastical events that happened in history,” he answers.

“You mean events like miracles and the resurrection?”

“Of course. After what happened to you, I’m starting to believe in the supernatural.”

“Only after what happened to me? What did those legends exactly tell you that makes you think the celestial bodies have the cure?”

“The elements within it, the nature of anything good purifying evil, and the various other things I had written down. I can’t remember everything exactly, but it should work.”

“You’re asking me to take a leap of faith with you?”

“Yes, but not in the way the church asks you. I have several foundational ideas that make my idea a step over a gap and not a leap of faith.”

“Did you know that faith is based on several foundational ideas and not just blind jumping?”

“In a way, I guess I do see it now, but not fully.”

“Think about this then. You have to have faith that nature continues to act in a consistent nature in order to do your tests and experiments. You have to have faith that the people you love won’t turn on you in an instant. You can trust them as much as you want, but you’ll never know what they’re truly thinking all the time. They could be just acting like they love you and betray you later.”

“I see your point. But what about the unseen?”

“Mathematics is unseen, and you use it. Morality is not written down in stone but is written on the hearts of men in their souls. They are a set of rules that everyone follows and yet, no one can empirically prove what is good and what is evil or even change what they are.”

“I didn’t know that you were such a philosopher.”

“Oh, I’m not. I’m just repeating what I learned from my priests and other teachers.”

“You’ve definitely peaked my interest. After this, we should talk about it more. We’re here.”

We’ve arrived at an orphanage, school, church hybrid.

“The celestial body part is here?” I ask Bradford.

“That’s right. It looks fairly innocent, so why would you expect them to keep anything secret here?”

“That’s clever.”

“It put children in danger.”

“I’m sure they had the best guards like the ones we faced guarding it.”

“I hope so.”

Bradford and I enter the orphanage and there doesn’t appear to be any signs of struggle or bloodshed here. There’s barely a speck of dust on the desks and chairs in this place as if someone is still living here.

“Someone might be here,” I warn Bradford.

“I’ll be on my guard then, but who would keep this place up with everything that’s happening outside?”

“Let’s find out.”

We wander through the halls with our weapons out and ready. An eerie silence fills the halls along the stench of the blood on us. Looking through each room that looks like we could find something, we find nothing but neat and clean classrooms, orphan rooms, and offices. The papers in the offices don’t mention anything that we’re looking for and only talk about the behavior of the children they took care of. The sound of movement in the halls get our attention.

“…Is anyone there?” I say with hesitation.

Silence responds to me, so I motion Bradford to follow me and he nods. We creep around the corner to find an empty room, that is until we see a cloaked figure walking through the halls. It appears to be wearing a nun’s outfits, but it has a tattered appearance to it. A book that appears to be a Bible is in her hands, but her hands are shaking.

“Excuse me, sister,” Bradford says to the nun.

I pull him back.

“What is it, Ashton?”

“Take a closer look at her.”

“I don’t notice anything. Are those new eyes of yours showing you something I don’t see?”

“She doesn’t have an aura. The beasts don’t have auras either.”

The nun turns to us and reveals a hollow dress. It then transforms so that multiple nuns come out of the dress with swords in their hands. Its form expands and starts to take up the entire hallway. Bradford and I run to the roof and it breaks its way through the roof to confront us. At least we have space to fight it now. We attack in a pincer way so that all of its attacks aren’t concentrated on us. The way its arms swing is almost on par with my scythe. I shoot at the beast, but my shots just go through the cloak as if spirits are controlling it. The beast hums a lullaby as it fights, which starts to take its toll on us for some reason. To try to end the fight faster by focusing on slicing off the multiple arms and this stops the humming after each extra nun dress is cut off.

Bradford appears to be making progress as well, but he concentrates more on not getting sliced to pieces. Now that most of the dress is sliced to pieces, we cut into the center, which completely stops the humming. With that out of the way, we’re fully awake and slice through the center multiple times finished off by one strong attack by the both of us. The beast then explodes into pieces and black fabric starts to rain from the sky.

“That will hopefully be the last nun I have to deal with,” Bradford says while being exhausted.

“I don’t blame you,” I respond, “Now let’s find-oh…is this it?”

A radiant looking torso is on the ground and appears to have come from the nun’s dress because of the fabric attached to it.

“It is! We only have one more body piece to find!”

“Whose celestial body do the legends say this belonged to?”

“Adam, the first man.”

“Why are you sure that his body will be the cure?”

“Because the legends say so. You trust me, don’t you? Have a little faith.”

“Since when did you become a believer?”

“Everything that I’ve seen made me one. Do you trust me?”

“Nothing that you’ve done has given me a reason not to.”

“Good man Ashton. We’ll get through this, go to a bar, and everything will be on me.”

I hope that Bradford is telling the truth. If he does end up doing something crafty, I’ll have to start planning now.

 

 

Chapter 6 – The Sum of All Suffering

Again, Bradford and I walk the streets of the city to get to our next location. It appears that we’ve killed every beast in the city since we’ve been walking for a while without even hearing the wind blow. My new eyes don’t pick up on anything either so we appear to be in the clear.

“Tell me, Ashton, how is God present in our lives right now?”

“He sent me here. How else do you explain me getting over the bridge and obtaining this weapon?”

“You just arrived from outside the city?”

“I did. I don’t think I mentioned that to you yet. A carriage driver, who I assume to be God now, told me about this place and took me here. His carriage turned to porcelain after he dropped me off here.”

“That’s interesting, but how is God helping us right now? What makes you think that he cares about what’s going on?”

“He sent me here with this weapon and without me being here, the Anti-Christ would’ve been born, and you wouldn’t be able to get these pieces of the body of Adam.”

“And yet he couldn’t have just changed everything in an instant?”

“He could’ve, but then he wouldn’t be dealing justice on the church for being so blind in their faith and on your alchemists and you for doing all of your unethical experiments.”

“But we were doing them to help humanity.”

“The means don’t justify the ends. You’re not doing anything for the benefit of anyone if you try to justify evil acts done for the greater good. You might as well justify the killing of the poor and homeless to get rid of poverty.”

“…I guess you’re right. I might have to rethink some of my plans.”

“What plans? What are you thinking about?”

“Nothing that you should concern yourself with now. You’ve changed me, I’ll admit that. I promise I won’t do anything that might cause anyone any more suffering. Believe me.”

“For now, I will. Just know that I’ll have to watch what you’re going to do to make sure you’re doing the right thing.”

“Don’t worry, I’m sure you’ll approve of what I have in mind.”

I hope so.

“Tell me, Ashton. What makes you so special that God decided to choose you?”

“I’m nothing special honestly. I have a little training in weapons, study philosophy and natural philosophy in my spare time, and work as a farm attendant to make money for my family.”

“Such a humble upbringing for such a big responsibility.”

“God usually does do that. Jesus was born in a manger and worked as a carpenter and yet, He’s the most important person in human history.”

“Then someone like me can be important as well. I came from a poor family with my dad working as a cleaner and my mother even working as a housemaid for our neighbors. I got interested in natural philosophy in my teenage years, went and graduated college, and moved here to further human knowledge of the known world. Maybe God has a purpose for me since I’m still alive.”

“I’m sure He does. He has a plan for everyone.”

“Indeed.”

He’s really smiling right now as if a ray of sunshine is shining in his heart. I hope this is a good sign of the change of his worldview.

We’ve arrived at the place where the final piece of Adam is and I’m back at the church Magdalene is from. There doesn’t appear to be anyone here, so it seems like the last people here died or changed. As we approach the large building, the church bells in the city ring in unison. The blood and bodies from the city start to gravitate towards the top of the church and mesh together into one atrocity that’s a mess of dead and decayed bodies with one creature at the top that appears to be controlling the rest. It crushes the entire church when it full forms and lets out a yell that sounds like all of hell is howling.

“It wouldn’t be worth it if it wasn’t insanely difficult to get,” I say.”

“What the bloody hell are we going to do?!” Bradford frantically says as we try to fight the many creatures on the atrocity.

“Cutting, smashing, and shooting always worked for us.”

“I don’t think it’s going to work this time.”

“Probably.”

I see holy water and several rosaries that have come from the destroyed church. I run towards them and pour holy water on my weapons and wrap them in rosaries. Maybe a prayer or two will make this plan of mine work.

“I don’t think Hail Marys and Our Fathers will help us much in this situation Ashton!” Bradford says as he fends off the many creatures who are getting the most of him.

“Will you let go and give me control?” an echoing voice says.

“I do my lord,” I respond.

I switch my scythe to an ax. Ready myself then run towards the beast and hold it as high as I can before bringing it down with every bit of strength that’s coursing through my veins. The blade slices higher than I expected and cuts the atrocity in half, which makes it rain blood on the entire city.

Bradford stares at me in amazement then says, “That blade was reaching the skies. God really was on your side.”

“I’ve been told that I’m blessed. I didn’t know I was this blessed.”

“You truly are a gift sent by God, Ashton.”

“Thank you for the compliment, but we must get the last piece of Adam before anything other crazy events happen.”

“Oh! Of course.”

Shifting through the wreckage of the church and the atrocity, Bradford finds the head of Adam.

“This is it, Ashton! We’ve done it! Come now, we should get back to my lab as fast as possible.”

Is this going to be the end? It feels like it and I hope it is. Despite my importance in what happened here, I won’t lie when I say that I miss my normal life. I hope Bradford knows what he’s doing.

 

 

 

 

 

Chapter 7 – Unnatural

Our little group of people start a celebration at a bar across the street from the alchemist’s workplace as Bradford puts the pieces of Adam together. The blood moon appears to be setting and morning appears to be slowly but surely approaching. I’m not a big fan of alcohol so I let everyone else enjoy themselves in the bar.

“Hey, Ashton! We’ve found this bottle of rare Italian wine in the basement of the bar. We think that Bradford and you should have it,” one of the alchemists say.

“Thank you.”

“You should give some to Bradford right now. Maybe it’ll help him move faster.”

“Haha, right.”

Entering the alchemist’s workplace, I say, “Hey Bradford, the boys are giving us this rare bottle of Italian wine. Want to share it?  I’m not a drinking man so you can have most of it…Bradford? Are you too caught up in your work to be bothered? Respond to me in some way man.”

I wait for a response then go to where Bradford is supposed to be working. Once I open the door, I see what was keeping Bradford so occupied. He’s fused himself with the body of Adam and the demonic blood. He’s completely naked and his muscles are huge.

“Bradford! What the hell are you doing?!” I say as I take out my weapons.

“I am making the most out of creation,” Bradford says in an echoing voice, “With my body, people will be able to make a cure for any disease and fix any injury. Isn’t it glorious Ashton?”

“Bradford, you’re turning yourself into-”

“A beacon of hope, of healing, and of inspiration.”

“A monster!”

“…You must be mistaken. I’m still alive and stronger now than I ever was before. I know what is good and what is evil in the world. Who knows what is truly good and evil and does evil anyway?”

“The devil.”

“Then you must be the Archangel Michael. If I am truly at fault, then strike me down with your weapon that you got from God Himself!”

I run at him and the blade actually starts to cut through his skin.

“Impossible!” he says as he moves away, “That blade must cut through anything! It can’t cut through anything good and pure!”

“I think you’re mistaken.”

“Prove it then. Give me your blade. I’ll cut you, but I won’t kill you.”

“You expect me to trust you after what you’ve done?”

“I think I’m doing the right thing. Give me a chance or rather, have faith in God.”

What a time to test my faith. My intelligence in my head must’ve left me because I give Bradford my scythe. He uses it to cut me, but the blade just bounces off me while causing no pain.

“What?!” he says in disbelief.

Bradford then switches to the ax and that too bounces off me and I don’t feel a thing. I try to take the scythe back, but Bradford just pushes me through the door and out of the workplace. Bradford’s colleagues come to see what’s happening, but they are swiftly cut down by Bradford.

“This is a battle between Ashford and me!”

“What’s wrong with you Bradford?! You aren’t going to help anyone like this!”

“That’s where you’re wrong. This body holds the cure for every disease and injury.”

“Are you sure of that? You haven’t even tested that yet.”

“I believe in the legends. If they got me this far, they must be true.”

“You believe in a blind faith based on nothing but wishful thinking.”

“Shut your mouth!”

Bradford breaks my scythe into pieces but not without hurting himself. The bastard!

“Your weapon from God is broken and you have nothing left. Your pistol won’t help you kill me since your scythe was your most powerful weapon.”

What am I gonna do? I can try to run away, but he’ll eventually kill me.

“You’ve always been an instrument of God,” a voice in my head says.

“Of course,” I say aloud.

“What is it, Ashton? Have you come to the same conclusion I have?”

“No. I’ve always been the instrument of God’s will here. The weapon was just my aid.”

“You’re a fool.”

Bradford rushes at me as I feel a surge of power rushing through my body. I block his punches then give him one in the face that sends him crashing into a wall.

“Wha-What?!”

“This is the end of the nightmare here. And it ends with your death. I’m sorry Bradford.”

He yells at me as he sends a barrage of kicks and punches at me. None of which are very painful. Once he starts to tire, I grab his arms break them with a single twist.  I then break his legs by stomping on his knees. Each break makes him scream out like a beast in pain. As I stand over him, he looks at me with a sudden change in his face.

He says to me, “How long would it take for God to forgive me?”

“Quicker than an instant, my friend. If you’re honest.”

“…Thank you.”

With one single punch, I smash his face into the ground. The sun starts to rise, and the city starts to sink and simmer from the sun’s rays. I run for the exit and make it over the bridge, which is suddenly fully repaired. I’m fast enough to make it back to land to see the City of Sanguine sink into the abyss below the sea and watch the sea cover over where the island city once was. The bridge I crossed and even the island also collapses into the abyss to ensure that everything disappears. I take off the cloth on my heads as my vision blurs and look into the sea to see that I have my eyes again.

No one on earth, besides me, will know what happened here, but fame here doesn’t matter to me since it will eventually fade away. I’m sure God will reward me a different way later in my life. I hear a carriage coming from behind me and I turn around to see one.

The carriage driver says to me, “Are you, Ashton?”

“Yes, I am sir.”

“A wealthy man paid me to come pick you up here and drive you back home. He also told me to give you this large sum of money along with a new Bible. You must have friends in high places, don’t you?”

I smile and say, “I do. And I’m thankful every moment of my life for them.”

I’ll be telling my relatives stories about what happened here. Sure, they’ll never know that the story is nonfiction, but I hope they learn the lessons taken from it. I feel like I can do almost anything now. There’s this beautiful lady I know back home. We usually exchange small talk and smiles every day. I know she’s single so I’m going to take my chances with her. Being a father sounds like a great idea as well. Maybe I’ll even go to college and become a teacher. The possibilities are endless for me. They’ve always been.

 

The End

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