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CHAPTER1
Here I was waiting impatiently for the bicycle I had been asking for a year. From a distance I could see Dad’s old dodge neon and I could make out some kind of bump attached to the car at the top. I grew as impatient as a bride groom and I stood by our house. Which was average in size in comparison to the others. I could smell the sweet aroma of the delicacy my mom was cooking. I could tell the delicacy was about to be ready. The five minutes my dad took to come seemed to be like an hour to me. He finally arrived and no sooner had he parked the car no sooner had I started climbing on in it to offload the sparkling and shiny bicycle which looked as impressive as ever. It seemed in impressive on how for the first time in years I used my scouts’ skills to untie the tightly folded knots. It being my first bicycle the bike looked impressive.
As always my Dad was a resourceful man. He had a small tummy; lean and coarse moustache and his smile showed up once in a decade and would fade for another to come. The bike he had bought by the look of it was the cheapest he could find in the store but their was nothing else I could do about it, as the Wiseman of old ages put it “Better half a loaf than no bread at all”, and so I felt content.” Are you happy now”, he said in his deep thunderous voice and as meek as a lamb I replied.” Yes thank you daddy” I replied.”Kennedy, Kennedy, Kennedy!!!!! Dinners ready exclaimed my mom.” Yes mom I will be there in a sec” I exclaimed. I trolled the bike into the house gently and put it in the garage. The big blaze of fire in the sky was sinking diligently in the far west and soon enough the horizon once filled with light was engulfed in pitch darkness.
Our beloved family consisting of my elder brother, small sister, and my parents sat in the dinning table after a prayer we dug into the delicacy. Actually this wasn’t excited the only thing keeping us in the table was my mom’s old boring theory” A family that eats together stays together”. The dinner was chaotic filled with irrelevant arguments and discussions.
In an instant everyone stopped talking and all was heard was munching and rattling of bones getting chewed under our merciless teeth. In a split second of an impulse a huge bang as loud as an atomic bomb was audible. Gigantic robbers with disfigured organs had busted into our house. They had blood-shot eyes and their clothing were faded and torn and seemed to have seen better days, we were all shrieked to the roots of our existence and our bodies shook visible as a chameleon on a feeble twig. My heart thumped and throbbed in a desperate attempt to jump out of its ribcage and the robbers were armed to the tooth. My dad was glued to the ground with his eyes fixed on the robbers my mom streaming with tears looking at the robbers trying to break the family safe. She took a look at my dad with eyes that seemed to say “Do something” my dad looked back with desperate eyes. My small sister unaware of the terrible ordeal proceeding at the moment took short glances at all of us surprised.
In an instant my dad gathered all his braveness and risked his life for the sake of his family. Odds of fate had already taken a stand and the hulks had an unfair advantage .I looked at one of them reloading his rifle and the red light was on my dad’s forehead I couldn’t bare this I jumped out and yelled as loud as I could for help. At the moment I was desperate enough to ask for a miracle. The two armed machinery were aimed at my face and they released the trigger at me the bullets at an outstanding speed came after me I closed my eyes ready to go meet my creator. A strong breeze went past me and I could here the bullets hitting against an armor. A muscular man had saved my dear life and now he was engulfed in a brutal fight against the beats with no weapon in hand. I saw power, will, determination, dominance in the man that I have never seen not mentioning the speed and agility and the men lay on the ground with blood oozing from their bodies at the rate of a leaking bucket. The man exclaimed in pain as he transformed into some sought of armor this was unbelievable, he was bleeding and the place he was standing on had turned into a pool of blood. “Who are you?” I shouted .”You” he shouted back” No time to explain the fate of the world is in my hands”. Even before we could thank him he disappeared into thin air.
The disappearance of the man ever since has made me and my families come up with various Ideas; my dad claiming it was the angel of good will that is within me. My mom saying it was an angel sent to protect our family. The sirens of the police were audible from a far and the ambulance was in the vicinity a massive sea of humans had gathered driven by curiosity they endured the blistering cold in the winter night. My dad and we got out of the house, my dad made a lie that made as famous since then” My sons and I single handedly have emerged victorious over the robbers who are alleged to be responsible for massive killings of people”. Me being his favorite he added that I single handedly killed one of them myself as they helped each other to kill the other. This lie brought me to the spot light and I received various interviews from various talk shows and news reports ,this also changed the respect I had in school nothing gave me the courage to standup to the truth and say I had nothing to do with it. Maybe I did what if that guy was really me I still quest for the truth, and that’s how I aspired to be a hero and help people one day and it’s never crossed my mind on how I would achieve that.


CHAPTER 2
In school I gained respect and for once I had the ability to date almost everyone I wanted to, I never took advantage of the situation or show pride for it, uncertain guilt eat within me and I new I didn’t deserve all that fame. I finally decided to get credit for it and I new that they weren’t anyways, they could find out. I had fun in my high school years and from time to time I was part of cliques who claimed to be popular and loved and they weren’t really. I aspired to go get my medicine degree while serving the army and I new, that was the perfect way to serve and protect the people. The Idea of the death or suffering of the innocent has made me really angry and I dedicated my life to helping people. I was willing to offer everything for the safety of the people and I was willing to let go of my bodily desires and needs. The government was working on many new weaponry and many inventions and Ideas were proposed and the military searched in depth for who were patriotic enough to try and risk there life to put their new innovations to test. In my middle school years I loved working out and lifting weights not mentioning riding my bike for large distances and I had grown pretty huge and muscular. The government stopped working on machines and started working on armors that would act as battle suites to the marines. Based on their past failures the government embarked on building an armor that had multiple advantages; it would have a speed of 130 miles per hour, made of bullet proof material, and had an input time travel machine with ideas from the last time travel machine, power to go through solid matter the same way through air. Amazingly they gave it the power to even adjust to body emotions.
After three years they managed to make one copy it was time to get a volunteer to try this, since my body structure fitted the armor measurements I was endorsed to try this. The government promise to put my participation in the act top secret, and so I signed tones of documents. I was eighteen years old at the moment and was independent to make my own choices the government agent came to pick me at the start of first block at school. They explained all the time travel procedures, all the safety measures, and all the functions of the armor and how to operate and manage them.
The replica of man was removed from the machine and all the power was charged into the machine. It needed so mush power such that the facility had almost a quarter of its power remaining only. I got into the machine with courage within me, and in an instant the power count down began 3…2…1 the machine got powered.”Help!!!!!”I shouted in pain and agony. Streams of tears flowed against my rosy chick. As soon as they got me out of the procedure they realized the armor was gone it was evident it had teleported to the past. I was paid a huge sum of money and I felt ridiculously strong after the procedure I went home and exercised in the garage. I tried lifting a thousand pounds I managed to lift it miraculously above me with no strain, once I held it above my head. A feeling of fear engulfed me. A strong pain engulfed me and I endured a minute of extreme pain. In an instant I transformed into the armor and I was amazed I got excited and decided to take it back to the military and to tell them it had worked. My futile efforts of getting out of the armor bore no fruits. It was too late it had become part of me, I had to learn to leave with it and I felt like it was a curse I had brought unto myself. I now new I had to exclude myself from sport activities and never get into any fight.
I felt my courage back and the extreme pain attacked me again as I Transformed back. I could do everything extremely well and for the first few days I excluded myself after school to learn to control the suits abilities. My gorgeous girl friend Viola thought I was trying to exclude her and she got angry and we broke up. I had the power to make a difference in the world and I realized all I inspired to be a hero was in me I had the gift now but I only had to endure the extremely painful transformation process. It was fun learning the abilities of the armor I sometimes got hurt and sometimes people almost got a hold of my identity. I enjoyed the speed power most and started learning to go through matter itself and from time to time people gave me the name the ghost of fortune. I escaped from home at night and saved people from night dangers like robbers.It seemed like a game and I enjoyed helping people I never tried going back in time ever since I got the suite they were too many risks attached to it.I finished my high school and I had graduated with honors. During the duration between high school and college I managed to get control over the suite and I didn’t know it was becoming my responsibility to take care of the city. I rescued, people tied them together and called the police, it had become part of my work, I knew it was time at least someone new about this.
My remarked work was well known and once I was in the headline under the name”THE EXTREMEMAN”.
The government put up a ten day truce for me to turn in the armor which they claimed to be stolen. I knew my time was up and I couldn’t do anything to help the people, they now threatened to kill the”EXTREMEMAN”as they put it, anytime I appeared. The ten days passed and the military was given a go ahead and were issued a warrant to search and all houses and seize anyone found with the armor. I told my friend about the armor and he wished me good luck I had to exile into the wilderness till the search got finished. My ally wished me luck and I packed all I needed for a month or two. He said,”Hey once we get this figured out and if the world leaders give you power can you give me a place or power no matter what kind it is”. I replied” I can’t assure anything but if I make it back I will, I promise”. In an instant I speeded to the wilderness and in about forty minutes I was there. I crossed my fingers and I started my expedition in a place with no human civilization.

CHAPTER 3
The desert was extremely cold and the day was extremely hot the deserts condition and temperatures were unbearable to human beings. The desert was filled with rattling snakes and creatures and I battled them and emerged victorious. I was meek and had acquired the armor structure and that was the only reason I didn’t collapse, the armor got its power from the sunlight and I was barely as strong in the night. The wilderness was hard life and I quit living there I wanted to go back to civilization. In a split second of an impulse a gigantic monster arose from the ground it was so huge and in comparison to it I was the size of a finger. It grabbed me by one of its slimy tentacle and lifted me up I felt useless under the power of the thing. It spoke” I am the King of the underworld the almighty set me free and it was to be fulfilled in a prophecy that I was to face a worthy mortal in an armor. I have searched from sea to sea land to land and many mortals have stand against me and all have failed. It was in the prophecy I was to find the worthy mortal enduring his test to face me in the wilderness. Bow before me and I will set you free or change into your armor and face me. If you’re not the one you may bow as well or oppose me and die”. Fear engulfed me and the armor appeared I under went extreme pain.
The transformation was complete and I had my courage back.” Search no more demon for you have found your match, prepare to be dethroned and I will make the almighty proud”.
“PROUD AND INSOLENT YOUTH YOU DARE DEFINE ME HAVE AT THEE” It spoke.I ran as fast as my feet could carry me and chopped of as many tentacles as I could, in a minute I had half of them chopped of, I was half off my energy level the machine lost its power and I fell with a big thud. The monster grabbed me and squished me and pierced me with its tentacles and I was bleeding heavily it was obvious I had lost. A bright wave strokes my mind and I remembered the teleportation button. Once I got close to it I pressed it ,I felt extreme pain and in an instant I was nowhere in the vicinity. I appeared to, when I was nine years to see the day I pledged to protect the innocent. I stood and I watched my family eat dinner from a far. Two robbers broke in and I saw my dad confronting them. Then I saw myself screaming in horror the robber pointed the gun at him, me. He released the trigger I knew am not supposed to mess with time for it might affect my future but I still did. I transformed and speeded through the bullet and it hit my armor I battled the two robbers. I transformed back to my human form but I still managed to beat and kill them. I was severely wounded and he asked me” Who are you”, I replied to my past self” Am you”,” no time to explain the fate of the world is in my hand” I teleported back to the future.
“WHAT HAVE YOU TO SAY MORTAL” the monster exclaimed. The armor had gained all its power back.”Bye”I exclaimed I chopped off its eye and its head. I was victorious, the head spoke” What are you mortal, whatever you are, know that the sit of the underworld must be filled, if not you are to bear the curse of the tentacles. You have the power to heal, know you can convince any other one whose soul is worthy for the throne” It was dead now, I rallied to the city and held the head of the beast high above and praise and cheer was heard from everwhere.The city was in ruins people applauded and the government apologized. The United Nations made me the Leader of the world. I gave my friend the position as the leader of the under world. He acquired a lot of power and all the demons were his subjects. I still patrol the cities and the world, they had been dependant on me and sometimes my friend would help. In one of my patrols I saved a boy who was getting beat up in a streatfight and send him to hospital. He asked “Who are you”” am the extreme man I replied; I have to go I said”. He replied “I didn’t thankyou”.”You will never have to I have to. It’s in me never to let the innocents die”
As long as the innocents perish vengeance is to be served. I remembered the person who saved me when I was young, coming to think about it, it was me, I saved myself.

Massive Angst Manifesting ITself As a Green Fairy


by



narodnikkki





This is a story about a young man attempting to write a story. What kind of story the young man is trying to write nobody knows except the tiny little green twinkling fairy hovering beside him right at this exact moment. The young man's name is, well, he does not want you to know. He's looking at me right now and telling me to please not bother him and could you stop talking to whoever it is that you are talking with. It creeps me out man. Okay, I reply. But secretly I switch to my telepathic mode and thats why we are still able to have this conversation right now. This young man we are talking about right now is wearing only shorts. He is sitting on his chair and struggling to write something on the blank sheet of paper in his typewriter which is in his study table. Tack, tack, tack, the prehistoric machinery goes. Why he's still writing using a typewriter in this age of ultra-thin laptops is something of an enigma, a peculiarity unique to himself. I have only met this young man a week ago. We are roommates in this dormitory for male undergraduates in this university somewhere in southeast asia.

Where we are is this three by nine meter room where there is no airconditioning and not even an electric fan. Every night it gets so hot that even the walls they sigh and sweat. There is nothing to do but try to sleep in your bed and wait for dawn to come where it is cooler. I look right and the wall clock on the door says its ten in the evening. It's ten in the evening and my roommate is still at it, click clacking. I however am conversing with you using my amazing telepathic abilities and with this special ability of mine he does not know that I am telling you that I really hate the way the fairy is looking at me right now. Hey, maybe fairies can read minds, maybe it is reading my thoughts right now, wa wa wa this is to certify that the quick brown fox jumped on the...all work and no play makes jack a pretty dull boy.

Oh my god, it can really actually read my mind. Besides that it can also talk to me telepathically. It's saying I will kill you at exactly ten fifteen this night. Well, I reply, fuck you stupid green fairy, me and my buddy right here (meaning you) will, using our mind energy kill you first. And then we concentrate really hard, we close our eyes and visualize this evil killer fairy being crushed by our psionic powers. There it is now, yes floating and we try to crush it and then we open our eyes and then oh no, shit it's still alive. It's still alive and it's smiling now and in its right hand it is holding a huge knife. A huge knife which is about a foot long. I take out my tape measure quickly, my heart racing now, and measure the knife. Yes, it is exactly a foot long. Twelve inches I mutter to myself as I quickly return the tape measure to its rightful place inside the second drawer of my study table. The fairy is hurtling at me now with the knife and oh my god it's coming..but then a knock on the door.

I open the door and at the door is our neigbour, known only through his alias in our corridor as The Homosexual. The Homosexual says in a voice filled with lust and longing, hey guys what are you doing this night, wanna come to my room and play poker with me. The Homosexual is not wearing anything at all except for a red lipstick smudge on his lips. Me and my roommate and the fairy (which is invisible to The Homosexual) look at him and I finally say, Fuck You, get the hell out. And I slam the door on his nasty homosexual face.

The wall clock on the door falls to the floor and I see that its clock face says that it is ten thirty in the evening. I look at where the fairy was but it is not there. Frantically I search for the fairy but the tiny dumb insect is nowhere to be found. I feel something in my chest, I look down and fuck, there it is, the stupid knife is in my fucking chest. Embedded so deeply that only the wooden handle is visible, and oh the blood, my blood it's everywhere. On the floor. On my bed. On the door. On my books. How am I going to clean all this up? I will try to pull the knife. Okay, one, two, three. Dammit, I cant pull it out. I will try again, one, two, fuck it still won't come off. I notice something written on the handle. I lean my head and I see it spells...Excalibur. Damn you fairy, I shout out.





The End

Accused as communists, Aileen's father, a dentist, and her mother, a successful surgeon, were dragged off from their posh house in an exclusive subdivision one night by armed men identifying themselves as members of the 76th infantry brigade and stuffed into a van. They were then taken to the nearest military camp and tortured for days. They were told by the military to confess their alleged involvement with the rebels.


Her parents' bodies were found a week later in a shallow creek just beside their house. Their bodies were naked and filled with bruises in the chest arms and legs.


When interviewed, neighbours only said that they did not have any involvement with Aileen's family whatsoever. During the funeral, a military jeep was seen regularly passing by the house.


While buying candles for her parents' funeral, Aileen was reportedly snatched by unknown people inside a black van. She was not seen for a month. when she returned, neighbours commented that she was not wearing the dress she was wearing when she disappeared. She was found wandering aimlessly in a street several kilometers away from her family's house.

Unable to speak, the neighborhood decided that a family should take her in and the people would contribute their time in taking care of her. After several days of silence, she finally told them to let her go back inside her house. She did not tell them of anything that happened while she was away.

Aileen allegedly hanged herself in their house that night. Autopsy revealed that she was pregnant.

The Tale of the Nothing


The nothing walks around the campus grounds of the university where he is currently enrolled as a Bachelor of Arts Major. All that he really wanted was a simple life in a simple house made of nipa leaves and bamboo. All that he really wanted in life was to spend afternoons sleeping under the shade of his plants and during the nighttime to play his guitar by the side of a great roaring fire. During particularly hot days he would go out and swim in a nearby stream where along with the carabaos downstream he would wallow in the cool refreshing water. But no. He is in here walking the campus grounds, staring at the sidewalk, gazing at that space where he would land his feet next. He is walking briskly, silently, disinterestedly, and GOd knows what he is thinking.

After several hours of walking the campus grounds, he walks back toward his dormitory where he currently lives. The dormitory is a two-storey complex shaped like a C with sharp, angular turns ( [ ). He enters the lobby and sees the evil smirk of the security guard behind her control desk which faces directly the sofas where guests are entertained in front of the communal television. there's no one there today. He walks past the lobby and into the long corridor towards his room. 141, it says above the door. He pulls out the key from his pocket, inserts it in the vertical hole on the door knob and hears the tiny tumblers go into their places allowing him to turn the key and then the knob with ease. He opens the door and is horrified by what he sees inside.

The giant octopus fills almost half of his room. It's slimy tentacles filling the floor with its shiny mucus like what snails leave behind in their trails only this one is still wet and shiny. The octopus, with its two eyes, stares at him, blinking, conveying the empty darkness from the depths of its being, like the depths of the ocean where it came from - the Pacific.

The nothing screams and wakes up moments later to realize that he has been dreaming all of this. Although which parts were the dream and which parts were reality he's not certain. He rises up from his disheveled bed and looks at the floor to check for slime. Nothing. Everything has been a dream.

And if everything has been a dream, then who is he? Is he also a dream? Can he be certain of his reality? And so asking himself these questions he pinches himself in his right hip. There seems to be something wrong with his flesh for when he looked at his fingers, the fingers which pinched his hips, there is a bit of  flesh that came off. He looks at his leg and sees a steady stream of blood flowing down from his leg into the floor where it is slowly collecting into a puddle.

A puddle of blood, he muses, right here in my dormitory room and I'm already late for class. He starts to dress himself and he just lets the wound drip so that he leaves splotches wherever his right shoe lands in the corridor floor. He looks back and feels as if his room is so far away and that he's been walking for miles now and still he does not find the way out of the building. Suddenly cats start to emerge out of the garbage bins and then chases him and so he runs. Dammit, I'm very very late already, he thinks. He looks back to see if the cats are still following him. They are licking his blood off the floor.

Damn cats. I knew I should simply have followed my dream of living in a small hut in my parents' farm. Damn all these ambitions and the demands of society for human automatons, skilled only in doing whatever it is that is told to them. Where's the creativity man, where's the quality, where's the, as Erich Fromm would say it "spontaneous activity" that is the only way that human beings can escape from the totalitarianism of modern existence?

This Story is GOing Nowhere

Have you ever been so happy that you decided to spread that happiness by going on a random killing spree? Well, that's exactly what Mike, our protagonist is feeling right now. It's a weird feeling, he thought, it does not come and go like a wave, but it's continuous, like it's been this way ever since I was born and I grew up with this feeling that there's something lodged inside my ribcage just around the vicinity of my heart. Mike writes this thought in his journal which he then closes. He rises up from his chair and floats into the washroom, where he gazes upon his face, all twenty years old of him, staring back from inside the magic opposite mirror land and the face attempts a smile. Almost, almost. No, the attempt was a failure. He washes his face and floats back into his room, changes clothes, goes out.

It's windy and he breathes the cold air, holds it inside his lungs for several seconds then exhales. It's almost noon and the street is bustling with activity. The usual: beggars, office workers, cars, small mounds of garbage, stray dogs and cats. He digs inside his pocket. He forgot something.

Now all packed and ready to go, he goes where exactly we do not know. For this story is not about Mike but about the man he's about to kill that afternoon and that man is currently sitting inside a fastfood restaurant called the joyousbee or happywasp or something like that, munching like a pig on his supermegadoubledeluxe burger. He's a simple man with simple needs: such as a mansion, women and expensive cars. He has just been from a rather strenous meeting and all day he's been looking forward to this meal. Wrapped around his right wrist is a rolex which reflects the light coming from the outside and fills the whole restaurant with its radiant wonderful health-giving golden glow.

He awaits the jeepney and Mike whistles a happy tune and every single time, the happiness of the tune convinces him that he's not afraid.

Ah what's the point of all this, what's the point of life, what's the point of suffering, what's the point of breathing at all, all these thoughts raced across his mind while looking at the blur of sceneries outside: the usual working people on the streets walking going to their offices and work and jobs and him, where am I going, nowhere, I'm going nowhere. Nowhere.

He's a man of purpose and importance and the last thing that he wants right now is to be late for his next important appointment, so he wipes his mouth and rises up. You could hear the trumpets and drums rolling on the background, proof of how important this fat, ugly sonofabitch really is. Thank you, come again sir, the guard who opens the door, says to him.

Mike thinks about something, what we do not know, and why the hell would we want to know. We don't even know the guy, we only know that he's going to kill that fat bastard, and that's the only reason we've come this far in this narrative anyway. Anyway, Mike actually thinks that someone is watching him and he does not like the feeling. He digs inside his pocket just to feel the security offered by his new and shiny butterfly knife aka balisong. Fellow passengers look at him with that funny look people give you when they think you're about to shoot them in the head.

Someone shouts HOLDAP, Mike looks at him. The guy is maybe sixty years old, frail-looking and wearing old man clothes, the rusty knife he's holding is wriggling and jiggling as if having an epileptic seizure. The people smile at the old man, and they all say at the same time: AW Grampa, you're so funny. And that's when the old man stabs Mike on the knee.

The end

No not really, Mike beats the crap out of the old man. The other passengers joining him.

Now, if you think this story is going nowhere, you are probably right for the author only made this all up to pass the time and he apologizes if you do not like it. Meanwhile, he has to close this journal now so he can go out, breathe the cold air and go kill some fat, rich politician in some fastfood restaurant called the happywasp or joyousbee, you know, just to spread the joy.