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Posted Oct 28, '13 at 3:56pm

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Chapter 36

The man stuck his machete into a guard's back, impaling his stomach. The man formed a straight hand and swung, impacting the guard's neck and breaking the spine. He pulled the machete away from the guard and took his blast gun. He also removed his clothing and put on the guard's one instead, replacing the dead guard with his coat. He also put his hat on the guard's head and took his helmet and wore it.
He adjusted his armour until he was comfortable before he started walking towards the exit of East. He saw other guards patrolling like nothing happened, even though the monster of death had fallen to its death for some reason. The blast gun was laid on his arms, the stock just under his armpit.
He leaned his head downwards, so as to be unnoticed by the guards. He kept on strutting onwards, even ignoring a guard who was calling out to him. He heard more than his own footsteps, but he continued walking. When he was tapped on the shoulder by the guard, still he disregarded him. Only when the guard pulled him and turned him around, the disguised man had his blast gun aimed at the guard's stomach.
He had the same armour as his. It should be, or else who were those guards? His face was veiled by the visor of his helmet and the vest he wore had pockets. But the man never found a use in those. Blast guns used energy, not manufactured sources.
The man couldn't see the guard's face, but he did hear a scream from him as his stomach was pulverised by the man's blast gun.
He turned around and left the guard on the ground, with blood pooling around his dead body. No doubt, other guards would investigate. Actually, they did investigate. They just didn't notice the man leaving East.
The Darkness region was never a favourite place for the man, but he liked it better than East. But it was like saying a piece of trash was better than another piece of trash.
A wasteland, everyone would say. But the man would consider the Darkness region a place of experimentation. On the horizon, he saw Klensburg, standing proud and tall, except that no one lived there before. At least before the Darkness Plague.
The man remembered a time, where the Darkness region wasn't the Darkness region. It was a land of fertility. He remembered East to be a small village, until he rose to take the village and revolutionise it to be the city of revolution. He guessed it was almost sixty years ago. Or even more.
Everything went well in East. It was almost peaceful. There were definitely no wars. The crime rate was controlled and the man established a society where no city could achieve. He was wise, or at least he wanted to think he was.
The Darkness Plague started a few years after the man took control of East. It came from a disease that was unknown and unidentifiable. But when technology advanced and it could research the disease, it was too late to save the land, but they could save the people infected by it, but they couldn't save everyone. That was when monsters of corruption, darkness and death came about. From human beings.
The disease caused a mutation so drastic, it changed the forms of human beings and degraded the brain until it was a mere storage unit for survival instincts.
He looked at the black land. Anything planted would die almost immediately. He started his journey towards Klensburg, but at a slow pace. The journey took almost a day, or eighteen hours. With nothing to do, he counted the seconds, minutes and hours before he arrived at Klensburg.
It was still, unmoving and stagnant, just like what the soldiers said in their report.
There was one place in particular where he had to go.
He looked up at the night sky. It stretched over the man's line of sight and stars were drawn everywhere, like a toddler decided to use a pen and poke randomly. Because of the Darkness Plague, even clouds weren't present, or semi-present. Either way, he couldn't see it. He tried to find the moon, but it wasn't visible.
A new moon, he thought.
He strode past buildings with simple shapes, some were cuboids, some were cubes, hell, some were cylinders. But nothing more than that.
He counted the number of buildings he passed until he stopped at fifty. He looked up and saw a platform, but with little damage. Someone must have had climbed-
His eyes widened. His jaw dangled. His shoulders relaxed. Someone was here.
Behind the platform was another platform, but within reachable height. He went over and climbed up to the roof.
A dead monster of corruption, with maggots eating away at its body. Blue blood was splashed everywhere. Either a blast gun a blade did this. But from the looks of it, neither could fit the injuries applied.
Well, a gigantic spinning saw blade could work, but who would carry something that big? Only Kogh clones could do this.
He had seen Kogh clones in action. Smashed by an overwhelming amount of force, pushing and pulling things from afar, making whirlwinds and even flying.
Without wasting too much time on the carcass, he searched the roof for a hole. When he found it, he looked down and fell into it.
Just as he remembered, it was dark, really dark. But he knew where to go. He walked and walked, but he didn't find what he needed. A simple jagged rock.
He swore it could have been at this spot. Fifty steps from the origin. He shook his head and kept on moving.
As he remembered, the floor was rocky, rough and sometimes spiky. He had no problem with the floor. It was just the lack of illumination. It would have been easier for him to find that jagged rock. He swept his legs every time he took a step to locate that rock. It was a little bigger than the usual rocks in this room. So its weight should be-
He shouted in pain as he stepped on a rock. The rock he wanted.
In pain, but in relief, he picked it up and went forward towards a wall. He laid his hands on the wall and located the doorknob. He twisted it and pushed it open. It was the same dark room, but with a path to a maze. He went into the maze and took a left, then a right, moved forward a little, then left. He felt the wall and counted to fifty, again, then he stopped. He applied a little pressure and the wall split into two and revealed a path to another door.
As tedious as this was getting, he strolled towards the door and opened it.
The laboratory was similar to East's laboratory before the imperfect monster of death arose. It was a usual sight to the man's eyes. Clones in tubes of fluids to keep them in hibernation, supercomputers acted like obstacles and wires snaking around on the floor. Luckily, no one infiltrated this lab yet.
As expected, no one was here, not even anyone who would monitor the progress of the experiments, conditions of the clones and the supercomputers. Only the man worked here. He had branches of laboratories rigorously testing and finding out new answers. And sometimes, those answers could help better the world, maybe even rid the land of the Darkness Plague. For now, he could make super soldiers, young ones at that, using a simplified version of the plague.
He stopped at a blank screen with a keyboard below it. He typed in a few keys and pressed the space bar and a few digital words in green appeared.
Welcome, Mayor Avus.
He grinned and continued his research.

 

Posted Nov 3, '13 at 8:45am

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Chapter 37

Henry shoved the heavy wooden door open.
What hit Henry first was the odour. It was the smell of rotten flesh, maybe even worse.
The living room had dusty sofas, vases on top of glass tables and wilted flowers in them and dusty bookshelves which contained books that Henry's mother compiled and collected. Some book covers were coloured differently, some rows of book covers were of the same colour. The plain chandelier was hanging from the ceiling. He bet the light bulbs hadn't been lit since he left this place. There were other shelves, but Henry didn't touch them at all. He thought the items inside were useless.
On the floor was the dried blood of his family, with bones even Henry couldn't recognise. There were broken bones, shattered bones and missing bones. Henry forced himself to look away from them.
There was a hallway with four doors and flights of stairs at the end of the hallway. The floor was tiled and heavy with dirt and dust. Each of the rooms had a wooden door, similar to the heavy wooden door he opened before. A fluorescent bulb was attached to the ceiling, emitting not even light. But for bulbs without releasing light, this place was quite bright, and Henry didn't know why.
He went to the first door on his left and pushed it open. It was a storeroom, filled with junk and toys Henry used to play. There was a skateboard which aged with time. He bet the screws in it were rusty enough they would break if someone used it. Spider webs entwined with each other and the junk inside. Hopefully, there weren't any spiders here now. He'd always hated them. He even saw rusted frying pans in the heap and he didn't even know why.
He closed the door and turned around to open the opposite door. As he remembered, there was a single bed on the edge of the wall by the corner. A bookshelf was next to the bed, containing Henry's favourite books. It was his room.
It wasn't colourful, messy or even tidy. It was a normal boy's room, with the bed's blanket strewn over the bed, as if the boy just woke up and decided he didn't want to fold it. The bed sheet was an uncomfortable type of mess. That type of mess that makes you want to clean it up. It had a rippling pattern, but it was random at times. The top of the bookshelf was dusty, but Henry didn't bother to wipe it off. Some of the books were toppled and some were arranged neatly, like they were never touched.
There was a study table to the other edge of the wall. A table lamp stood and slouched until the light bulb was facing the table. A book lay open in the face of the light bulb. Henry stood closer to see what it was. It was his diary.
He chuckled at the thought of writing a diary. There were two more shelves containing all sorts of stationery including pencils, pens, erasers and glue sticks. There was a pencil case standing in the corner, waiting to be tipped on, containing only the same grade of pencils. He remembered those pencils that helped him a lot in his childhood.
He looked to his left side and saw his computer. The dust had settled on the keyboard and monitor for a long time that Henry didn't want to clean them anymore. The table was a cerulean blue, with the monitor standing proudly on it while the keyboard bowed low towards the monitor. Henry even saw a bug on the monitor. The CPU underneath didn't catch much dust. Henry had the urge to press the power button but he had other places to explore.
He left the room, not wanting to remember anything about himself anymore. He left his old self a long time ago.
He didn't bother about the other two doors because he knew the rooms were his brother's and parents' rooms. He headed for the staircase instead. Walking up, he felt the wooden creak of the steps, lifting his leg higher each step to reach the top. When he did reach the top, he saw his brother, standing in Henry's view. But the weird thing about the brother was that he was younger than Henry. He'd remembered he was the younger sibling.
The brother beckoned him to come forward, and he did. The next floor consisted of two more rooms. The one on the left he knew was the bathroom, and the other one he quite didn't know before. In his whole childhood, he had never once touched the knob of that door and he didn't bother to.
And this time, he wanted to enter it, because his supposed brother opened the door and went inside. It looked empty from Henry's view. He stepped further into the room and saw a nest of monsters of corruption, lying in the darkness for their prey to reveal himself.

 

Posted Nov 11, '13 at 6:51am

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I'm sorry, but I'm laying off this story for a while, or at least until 30th November. I'M REALLY SORRY!



I am participating in a competition called NaNoWriMo. It's a writing competition that requires you to write a hefty fifty thousand word novel within thirty days. But it's already eleven days past. It's probably late if you want to join it but if you do, you can at:

I'm sorry again for not posting Chapter 38 but I will make up for it in the future. I promise!

 

Posted Nov 11, '13 at 6:53am

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And I'm sorry about the image as well.. Double repost, eeeehhhhh....

 

Posted Dec 2, '13 at 11:08am

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Chapter 38

Rose dashed through the hills and mountains, chasing the monster of darkness as it was bleeding out from its leg. She'd reckoned if the sun was still there, the monster of darkness would already have healed from the wounds she caused. She was catching up to it when she accidentally released her foot, causing her to fall. She pulled the axe towards her and in time, she put her axe down on her back and was able to cushion the fall. She only felt a slight shock from her back, but other than that, she was safe.
She looked around as she scratched her back. She jumped as she noticed the grass becoming purple and that she was about to be melted by it. She exhaled as she realised she was safe.
The grass was purple, along with the hills and mountains. It was probably a hallucination. If it was, it was serious.
She continued on her way, stepping on her axe and flying to pursue the beast when a man appeared in front of her before she abruptly stopped in her tracks. She almost fell out of the axe as she did so.
The floating man, probably in his mid-thirties, was wearing a purple robe to fit with the purple grass and highlands. It had a few streaks of white along the robe and the man was hooded in purple as well. He raised his right arm at her and with a blast of his own force, she was pushed away to fall to the ground again. But this time, her axe was gone, along with her glove. She looked up and saw the hooded man with the set.
She cursed and waited for her to wake up from this dream, but then when she almost touched the ground, she floated. She frowned, and then stood on the ground. She looked at the hooded man as he flew towards her. She rolled backwards and the hooded man crashed into the ground. Dust flew everywhere and some got into her nose. She constantly sneezed and tried to find her newly-found opponent. Then she saw the earth fissure. She moved out of the way and the ground split into two.
Suddenly, she decided to call her enemy, Hoodygan, because of his hood and that he was a hooligan. Sometimes, Rose wondered if her previous friends had thought she had no life.
She saw the man rush towards her and, instead of moving sideways, she went forward with a clenched fist. When they were close, she finally moved towards the side and swung her fist at his hidden face. She heard a heavy crunch and the man fell to the ground. She hunkered down and pulled the hood off. It was Kogh with a bleeding nose.
She gasped, but the supposed Kogh caught her off guard, sending a wave of force at her. She was basically flung like a catapult flinging rocks to destroy a castle. Her arms flailed while doing so, unaware that she was sending force waves from her hands as well. The sudden barrage of force wave also sent Hoodygan staggering to the fissure, but not plunging into it. She still wanted to call him Hoodygan, despite finding out that he was Kogh. As Rose landed on the slope of the hill, shock filled her back, causing her to scream out into the night.
Hoodygan hovered towards Rose in a few seconds, but Rose thrust her hand out, again, accidentally sending a force wave and launching Hoodygan into the fissure, never seeing him again.
Roseâs eyebrows were raised in question. She had Koghâs powers now. Apparently, this kind of power consisted of the mind to bend some sort of energy at her will, or maybe that she shouldnât assume things anymore or it might get her into trouble.
She got up from the ground and wiped the dust off of her clothes. She realised her hair was all around and attempted to use the energy to tie her hair together. A few times, she failed, and ended up pounding the ground and knocking the back of her head a few times. When she finally felt her hair hanging from a point, she walked ahead, searching for the monster of darkness which reminded her of Kogh.
Even at the horizon, she couldnât see the beast, save a few upright hills and mountains blocking her view. Maybe the monster was behind the ranges of hills and mountains. She shrugged and chose one mountain to walk towards and reach the summit in order to scout the vicinity. While doing so, she decided to experiment with her new power. She thrust her right arm like before and noticed a ripple of force sent from her hand. She nodded and repeated this until she was used to it, which took only a small amount of time. Once she reached the top, she looked all around her and saw a splotch a shade blacker than night and assumed it was the monster of darkness.
She grinned and went towards the figure, walking, and then sliding down the slope of the hill. She summoned the force to push her down the slope even faster and began to catch a better image of the figure. It wasnât the monster of darkness she had wanted, it was just a boulder. Just moving towards her. At an unbelievable speed.
She took a few steps backwards before sidestepping and avoiding the path of the boulder, but it changed directions and homed in onto her. She tried sending force, but it didnât make any differences whatsoever. She frowned and waited until the boulder was almost close enough to roll her like a rolling pin, then she jumped with force pushing her upwards. She landed on the boulder and it started to float and go upwards, still following her. Once she reached a certain altitude, she woke up from the extremely lucid dream.
She was in a tube with liquid, glass surrounding her floating body. She was able to breathe, but she couldnât move her limbs. She could only see a distorted image of a man in white, writing something with his pen on a list board. When he looked up, he stared into Roseâs eyes before running off to, maybe, inform his superiors or something. Instead, the fluid was drained from the tube and the glass retracted back up. Rose wanted to move, but she couldnât. She just fell forward, but the same man caught her in his arms.
Rose gained control of her limbs and climbed off of his arms. Her axe and glove were gone, but she thrust her arm forward, sending a force wave and pushing the man backwards. It still needed work, but it was better than nothing.
She couldnât locate her axe and glove in this laboratory. The man shouted, trying to stop her, and chased after her. Her perception wasnât clear yet, but she saw a pathway that was straight and simple. She took the path and ran. She occasionally looked behind and pushed the scientist back a few metres with force. At the end was a door. When she smashed the door open, she saw a man, stuck on the wall of a tall building. His mouth was a gaping hole and his hands were joined together against the wall with a nail.
She looked behind and glimpsed the man. With a pistol aimed at her.

 

Posted Dec 6, '13 at 6:18am

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Chapter 39

Kogh was chasing the police car, but it seemed like this vehicle was just going around a building, turning right four times. When it stopped, Kogh lowered himself just to see what would happen, careful not to be noticeable from where he was. He perched on an invisible platform he made as he watched two men dressed like policemen get out from the car. One of them had a pork pie hat on his head. They just left the car and walked away. Then the car exploded.
From where he was, it was a booming sound, enough to deafen a normal human, but not Kogh. He shouted Roseâs name in reaction and dashed towards the destroyed car in flames. He resisted the flames that licked against his skin and tried to search for Rose, expecting a roasted dead body. He couldnât find anything and leapt out of the car. There were red marks all over his body, but they would soon disappear.
He tilted his head, wondering how Rose wasnât there. Instead of thinking about it more, he flew up and saw the two men walking into a building. He headed above the two men as they went in. He followed them inside.
The interior consisted of a counter to the right, manned by a woman in her thirties. There was a coffee table at the side of the room, surrounding by cheap-looking sofas ready to break down the instant someone sat on it. There were a few people on the sofas, lounging around while having a conversation, coupled by drinking mugs of coffee. The spinning fan above the coffee table was hanging loosely, and it could fall any minute. It looked like a rundown hotel to Kogh.
The two men went to the counter and chatted with the receptionist. Kogh went to the dark corner of the room and leaned against the wall, waiting for the two men to move. The few people sitting on the sofas gazed at Kogh momentarily before looking back. It was like they never heard the explosion that happened before.
The man with the hat nodded and both of them moved. Kogh started moving too, tailing them from a safe distance. Ahead of the pair of men, there was a hallway of rooms, probably vacant from the look of the interior of the hotel. The men passed the doors until they reached a wooden staircase leading up. Kogh stayed at the left side of the hallway to stay out of sight. The two men stepped up and he followed.
The next hallway was like the one below. Before moving on, he rested his back against the wall and peeked through the corner. The pair of policemen stopped at a door and the one without the hat knocked on the last door of the hallway. There was a moment of silence before the door opened. The hatless man took out a silenced pistol and shot his way through. Kogh hurried over to see what happened next. He hid just next to the door and leaned over to peek.
A figure was on the ground with black liquid oozing out from its neck and head. The two men were looking at each other, discussing whatever when the man with the hat turned his head slightly and noticed Kogh. He shouted out and ran after Kogh. He quickly headed for the staircase and went downstairs. The sudden rushing steps made everyone look at Kogh as he ran past them to open the door. He didnât bother to scan his surroundings and boosted up with force, heading for the skies. He now only looked down and saw the two men exit the building and they suddenly disappeared.
Kogh frowned, when a sharp projectile missed him by a few inches. He twirled around and saw the pork pie hat. He moved around again to avoid another projectile that missed him. The man was holding two more of them, with about twenty more floating above and behind him. The man threw two more, but Kogh summoned up a solid invisible wall to deflect them. He then made the wall spiked and sent it towards him. The man moved aside, then immediately dashed forward, forcing Kogh into a close quarters fight.
Kogh went under the man, causing the man confusion. He hardened force and made a sword out of it, then slashed upwards, cutting through his crotch and up. Blood spilled from the sky, as though it rained red, and two halves of a body. They fell and splattered on the ground. Kogh stayed in the air, waiting for something to happen, when the other cop, flushed with anger and his teeth gritted, stopped ascending.
Immediately, Kogh sent a force wave and knocked the man backwards. His face was still red from the rage when he made a sword of his own. Kogh raised his eyebrow and summoned up four swords and threw all of them at the man. He danced in the air with his sword, deflecting all four swords with a swipe. Then Kogh went in, zooming onto him when the man surprised him with his suppressed pistol. He was quick enough to conjure an invisible wall. In front of him were multiple bullets stuck in mid-air. Kogh then made a spike and threw it at the man. He moved, but not quickly enough for the spike to impale his shoulder. There was a squishing sound and a yell of pain chorusing together. The man flew in the opposite direction in an attempt to escape from Kogh, and he did successfully escape.
But a few seconds later, a scream emanated from where the man was. Kogh urgently moved towards his direction and saw that the man was nailed to a building, along with Rose exiting through the opposite building.

 

Posted Dec 11, '13 at 1:59pm

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Chapter 40 â" Screw the Rules

There was a drilling spike that emerged from the concrete floor, impaling through it like paper. It crashed through some of the apparatus and wrecked a few of it.
âWhat the hell?!â
Avus moved back from the computer and stared at the large-looking drill that had just barged into his laboratory. He armed himself with a blast gun and moved forward to investigate it. Only half of bulged from the floor. The rest of it was inside, but Avus couldnât get under. There werenât any other floors in the building besides the upper floor. He stepped back and lay in wait for something to happen. The drill moved with a roaring sound this time, moving more until a door appeared under it. It opened and a man appeared from the door. Avus took cover behind a box of metal that housed cables and wires and risked a peek above it.
The man was naked. His face was full of hair, his beard covering his neck and his hair dropping to his back. In his hands was a pair of pistols, traditional ones invented centuries ago. They had their golden shine on the slides of the pistols. His chest was sprayed with green liquid that didnât harm his skin whatsoever. He didnât seem to notice Avus as he walked forward in an awkward manner. He would always seem to fall, but Avus would be proven wrong over and over again. The man went past Avus and walked over to a specimen in a glass tube and stopped there. He raised one of his dual pistols and shot a bullet through the tube. A loud bang went off, but Avus didnât move at all. He had heard tons of gunshots that he could just fall asleep at night with guns blazing outside his room.
For good reason, he kept quiet and observed what the man was doing, avoiding to rest his eyes on the bottom part of the manâs body. The specimen fell to the manâs side and he grabbed it with his arms. It was still incomplete, so it was half monster of darkness and half human with black fur all over. He turned around and walked back to the drill. It was then when Avus got out from cover.
âWhere do you think youâre going with my experiment?!â Avus shouted at him.
The man paused in his tracks and turned around and looked at him. His eyes were jet-black throughout, like his eyes could pierce into Avusâ soul and they were as cold as ice. The man kept his gaze while putting the specimen down onto the floor before raising his pistols to aim. Avus returned to his cover and the pistols fired, bullets ramming into the box of metal. Hopefully, they didnât cause enough damage to jeopardise everything.
Avus brought his blast gun out and shot blindly, only knowing where the manâs last location was. He heard a blast from his weapon and bullets shredding through metal.
âWhere are you?!â He shouted.
He peeked outside the box and saw that the man was trying to flank him. He shook his head as he aimed his blast gun at the man and shot. The man blurred and disappeared from his sight. Avus frowned as he stood up and looked around. He then saw him carrying the specimen to the drill.
âNo, you freakinâ donât!â
Avus swung his blast gun in an arc and pulled the trigger, sending bullets driving into the manâs back as the stream of bullets rammed him into the drill. With his last breath, he pressed a green button and the huge thing descended to where it came from. At least that was a clue.
He stopped at the edge of the hole and leaned forward, looking at the gaping hole with dirt and concrete as its circular wall. He could still see the drill travelling downwards with its spike facing him. There was probably another spike at the opposite side. For now, if he didnât chase after the man, he would lose one of his specimens, which was a pretty big deal. If he did chase after the man, all he could lose was his body. His mind could just hover back up to another one of his clones.
âAlright,â Avus uttered as he shrugged and jumped down the hole with his blast gun, sliding off the curve of the pathway.

 

Posted Dec 16, '13 at 10:55am

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Chapter 41 âScrew the Rulesâ (Since the previous title didnât work)

Henry immediately brought his blast gun upwards and shot, his arms recoiling from it and two monsters of corruption launched away from just mere bullets. To be fair, there were a lot of bullets in one shot. He stepped back while readying for another shot, when another monster darted towards him and pounded his chest. He didnât feel much pain, but it was enough to make him stagger backwards, almost falling down the stairs behind him.
He understood why his older brother led him there. It was revenge. Henry would be glad to fulfil his family membersâ dying wishes.
He swung his arm, bashing the stock of his blast gun against the monsterâs head. It staggered back and screeched in pain. The monsters of corruption looked like gargoyles which would perch on things and wait for their prey. Only now, they were mobile.
Henry stopped the screeching by blasting the monsterâs face to shreds. Blue blood burst from within and splashed onto Henryâs prisoner clothes. The others crept forward at a fast speed, but Henry moved his blast gun slightly to the right and fired, the spreading bullets ripping two of them apart. He turned around and rushed down the stairs, but one of them caught him in the right shoulder and sent him sprawling downwards, pain blooming all over his body.
âGet. Off!â Henry spat as he wrenched the monster away from his shoulder and shot it in the face. He got up and opened the door to his parentsâ room while keeping an eye on the staircase. He entered the room and shut the door silently. He turned around and saw his parentsâ bed, the very same bed where Henry would always go to when he was scared. Now, he was rarely scared of things.
He still kept his blast gun on ready in case the door would get blasted down. He walked over to the bed and sat on it, then the feeling of painful nostalgia flowed through his mind like a waterfall suddenly crashing into his skull. It made him somehow angry about the mayor, like he was somewhat contributing to the death of his family even though Henry had no evidence of it. He had thought of the laboratory back then, the place Henry had wished he had never entered. Hearing the mayor in this laboratory gave him a sense of doubt about him, and it was further strengthened by the rise of the gigantic monster of death. It also made him feel guilty, because he couldnât do anything to stop this.
As expected, the door burst open and it broke Henryâs thought process. He brought the blast gun up and fired at the gargoyle-like monsters multiple times. Each one of them died quickly and painfully as he fired. Or so he thought.
There was a load ramming into him like a bulldozer and he crashed into the ground sideways. From the corner of his eyes, there was a monster of corruption with its claws raised. Henry swung himself upright and his elbow smashed into the monsterâs cheek, causing it to roll sideways. He ended the monsterâs life with a pull of a trigger.
Lying on the ground, he looked at the ceiling, ignoring the fact that this room was stained with blue blood. He turned his head only to find a tiny glowing light under the bed. He frowned as he went closer towards it and touched it. The light started to grow bigger until it was as big as a door. Henry still frowned as he got up and pushed the bed away from the glowing floor. It was an entrance to a basement. He didnât know there was a basement in this house.
âHello?â Henry said, directed at the brightly lit entrance. A white stairway presented itself to Henry and he stepped down, looking for answers.

 

Posted Dec 19, '13 at 7:36pm

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Chapter 42 âScrew the Rulesâ

The beast woke up in a rather quiet place. It clicked its tongue, scanning the location it was in. It was a cave with a roof above it and a clear path in front of it.
Maybe itâs a trap, thought the beast.
But still, the beast went on its way, picking itself up and pacing quite slowly on its four legs. On its way, it had come to a conclusion that it could form coherent thoughts.
I wonder if any other brothers could think like me.
It didnât know, but it was hoping to find out more. Then the beast jerked its head slightly up. It remembered the death of the mighty monster of death, the monster of darkness responsible for it. It didnât feel remorse because the monsters of death were considered enemies among the three types of monsters. Sometimes they roamed alone, like the slain one. Sometimes they hunted in packs, or even armies. Instead, the beast felt proud for killing a large beast.
Even with its thoughts, it couldnât speak. All it could do was roar, groan, growl and let out a whimper, anything but speaking tongues. Its tongue would twist and turn if it did so. The beast hoped that could be solved with practice.
After about a few minutes, it heard voices. They were unclear even with its supernatural hearing, so it picked up its pace, curious.
â..experiment!â
It finally picked up its first word. A word it understood. It galloped now. The voice was getting clearer and clearer. There were also sounds that were sudden and loud, louder than the voice it heard. Then, there was a different kind of sound, then the voice spoke up again.
âWhere are you?!â
Then the same sound went off again.
âNo, you freakinâ donât!â
The same sound went off again. Then a consistent sound was released, then it became softer until it couldnât be heard. Then it heard footsteps.
âAlright.â
At the end of the path, there was something blocking the beast from continuing. It stopped, then backtracked a few steps, then galloped forward, bringing itself towards the obstacle, which was apparently a wall, and crashing through it. The debris didnât bother it one bit as the beast landed on a different kind of ground. It was smoother than the one before. It clicked its tongue and sensed multiple similar shapes with figures inside them. It also sensed a large anomaly a bit further on. It was a hole leading downwards.
What happened here? Looks like a mess.
It went further towards the hole and updated its radar. It still couldnât identify the end of the hole.
There was a human here. No, no. Two humans. But this hole. I donât understand..
Since the hole was curving sideways, it plunged into the hole and landed on the side of it, sliding on its back and going as fast as gravity would pull it down.
Along the way, it clicked its tongue once more and detected a vast structure moving downwards and a bit towards the left, like it was escaping the wrath of a figure sliding down the hole as well. The mechanic sound was piercing the beastâs eardrums, but it couldnât burst them open.
Instead of focusing on the structure, it focused on the figure with the stick-like weapon it was always scared of. It clicked its tongue and sensed the structure falling faster and stopping when it landed on a platform. The figure jumped from one side of the hole to the other, trying to slow down and land on the platform too. So, the beast did the same, except that it wasnât jumping towards the other side. It was just grinding its claws on the dirt before landing.
âHey, whyâre you here?â
The voice came from the figure, which now stood a few metres away from it. It understood the figure, but couldnât speak.
âYou going to kill me, boy?â
The beast shook its head and the figure was taken by surprise. Its face was written with shock as it stepped backwards.
âWhat are you, a monster of darkness or just a human in disguise?â
The beast tilted its head in confusion. Wasnât it a monster of darkness all this while? In response, it just let out a whimper, trying to show ambiguity in its voice. It heard the figure release a short breath and stepped forward. The beast backed away in reply.
âDonât worry. Iâm not going to hurt you. And itâs nice to have a friend once in a while-â
An explosion happened from within the structure and out came a floating slender creature, looking at the both of them.
âMove!â
The beast moved towards the right while the figure moved towards the right. A laser beam lashed out from the head of the creature and thrust into the platform, cutting it instead of the beast, or the figure for that matter. The beast bared its teeth and charged towards the creature, only to be disrupted by a sudden blasting sound from the figureâs stick-like weapon. The beast sensed little pellets rushing out from the weapon and ramming into the creature, causing it to fall to the platform.
The beast sprinted towards the creature when the figure tackled the beast.
âNo, this is mine. Please do not kill it.â
The beastâs anger flashed for a moment before calming itself down. It clicked its tongue and felt like there was a wall of figures as tall as this one near it. It whimpered to warn it.
âWhatâs going on?â
The beast went and tugged at the figureâs clothes to pull it around to face the wall of figures. When it finally did, it stepped back a few times.
âYouâd better run. Iâll handle them myself.â
The beast did what it was told. It ran the opposite direction of the wall of figures before it heard torrents of gunfire.
So, the word is gunfire, then.

 

Posted Dec 22, '13 at 11:41pm

Rapyion

Rapyion

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Chapter 43 âScrew the Rulesâ

âWhat the hell?!â
The scientistâs hand, which was holding a pistol, started to spasm. The pistol was in the air when Rose pulled her hand back, force pulling the weapon towards her hand. She snatched it in the air and aimed it at her.
âWhatâs your problem?â Rose said with a stern look on her face. âHelping me by catching me like a princess, then threatening me with this pistol?â
The scientist half-grinned awkwardly, then turned around and ran away, his white coat flapping behind him like the wing of a bird.
Rose smiled while turning around, knowing it was Kogh who did it. She had no idea how he could do that. Making the scientistâs hand spasm.
âWhere were you?â Rose asked as she approached him with a heartfelt tone.
âI-I was searching for you, when I got attacked,â Kogh answered as he pointed towards the man nailed on the building. It would scare or shock other people, but not Rose. She had gotten too used to blood and gore. Heck, she had a goat foot in replacement for her already-eaten foot.
âLetâs get out of here,â Rose said.
âYes, sure,â Kogh replied. âBut where do you want to go?â
âWe look around. Probably something other than this trash of a city.â
âWhy donât we see your dad?â
Roseâs face distorted with bewilderment. It was a sudden request, but after what Kogh had done, she was immediately willing to consider it, even though she vowed never to see him again. But she was also sceptical about it as well.
âWhy?â was what Rose asked.
âWell, Iâm just curious. If it isnât okay with you, weâll just go on and explore.â
âOkay,â Rose said. There was an awkward short pause with an ominous tone to it because of Roseâs eyes staring at his, perhaps piercing into his soul.
âCut the nonsense,â Rose broke the silence with a cold tone. âWhy do you want to see my dad?â
No, that wasnât how I wanted to word it.
Kogh stepped back once. He was probably assuming that Rose was somewhat offended and mad at him for reminding her of her dad. She didnât have a drive of revenge to get at her father, no. But she just didnât want to see him because she probably shamed her dad by running away. It probably caused him grief, and for that, she hated herself for it. Maybe if she were to see him, that grief would grow stronger, or maybe replaced by resentment, strong resentment.
âI..â
Then police cars and ambulances were on their way to the scene. It felt like plentiful minutes before they had arrived, but it was only a mere minute. Sirens blazed in the night sky, roaring from the distance.
âWeâll talk about this later. I have more things I have to discuss with you.â
Rose shrugged. She saw Kogh offering his own hand to her.
âCâmon. Letâs go. You donât have your axe, right?â He was frowning already.
âI donât need it,â Rose declined as she rose into the air, baffling Kogh in the process. He smiled in the end and rose as well. The both of them escaped the scene before anyone arrived.
It was a wonder no one was there at the time. No civilians were walking around, let alone noticing the nailed man, and yet, the police were somehow notified about the incident.
The night breeze was so cooling and relaxing to Rose. She could have stayed out in the sky for as long as she wanted to. The clouds above her were almost non-existent, but for whatever reason, she couldnât see far ahead. There were no new cities she could see, even from the height she was at now, which was approximately a few hundred metres up. Only Wonderland was visible to her.
âThere are others,â Kogh said.
Rose turned her head to face him.
âWhat do you mean?â
âThere are more of us. I killed three of them so far.â
âSo, this isnât just special anymore, then?â
âIâm afraid not. You can also do what I can do.â
Rose didnât reply. Kogh didnât need another answer. All this while, she only thought of the urge to kill and murder right now. She didnât feel it anymore, and she thanked goodness for that. It was like food in front of her, and that she was hungry. But she knew the food was toxic, poisonous. Only her conscious mind held her in place, only for a short amount of time.
Her mind snapped back into reality as she saw a towering piece of block in her way and other buildings that fell down to worship it. Lights flashed from below, and walls surrounded the newly-found city.
âA new city. This time, we sneak. I donât want us to be separated again.â
âSure,â Kogh said simply.
What could await us in this city? Rose thought.

 
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