Forums

ForumsArt, Music, and Writing

A Speechless Story Of A Traveller

Posted Feb 24, '14 at 9:18am

Rapyion

Rapyion

2,029 posts

Chapter 53

Avus held Clarissaâs warm hand as they were running from the gigantic worm-like monster of death. Every few seconds, they would hear rumbles from behind, indicating that the worm had drilled through the ground. Avus urged her to get any kind of weapon from the bag. Since there was nothing but land in front of them, he didnât need to worry about clashing into something. He unslung the huge bag and presented it to Clarissa for her to search it. She said that there wasnât a weapon inside it, but Avus insisted that she searched the bag for one. So she did.
In truth, the worm was slower than them. A blessing from the gods! He remembered the line from a show somewhere. But that doesnât mean we should stop, should we?
What she found were cloth, probably blankets for the both of them, rationed and packed food in paper containers, pillows for some reason, a dozen wooden sticks with a blunt end and a sharp end, more cloth, rope, string..
Avus shouted tonelessly at her and snatched one of the sticks from the bag and forced her to take the bag and run. He turned and faced the gigantic worm. Its drilling teeth were aimed at him as the worm saw a chance to finally eat a human. It arced higher than Avus and was already coming down on him. Avus smiled and ran past the drilling teeth to the belly of the worm.
As far as Avus knew about their anatomy, monsters of death were the strongest of the three kinds. They usually wore shells that protected every part of their bodies. They were the strongest, but they werenât the fastest. The monsters of corruption were, followed by monsters of darkness. They had shells for protection, even though they were predators. What was even more baffling to Avus when he was doing his research, was that all the monsters never had to eat. He didnât understand how they could survive without ingesting food to refill their energy. That question hadnât been answered, until a year later when Avus was experimenting with a particular monster of death. He remembered that it was four-legged, had red fur, eyes like two pools of tar, nose as flat as a road and teeth that could bite through steel.
He imprisoned that beast for a few days. Then when he came out with his hypothesis (whom Avus had found was invalid), he provided himself with tools of different blade sizes and started surgery. He found out that every time he made an incision, the wound would be patched up by itself, healing in only a few seconds. After that, he recorded the time taken for the wound to heal. The deeper the cut, the longer the monster of death took to heal. He had, but slowly, stuck an iron spear through it and pulled it out with care as well. It took a few hours for it to be healed.
Nevertheless, Avus had long realised they were human before he had carried out his first experiment. He didnât make an effort to spread the news, but somehow it did, and now his own soldiers were after him, but he was in another body. Thankfully, people wouldnât know who you were until youâd done something holy or inexplicably wrong. He was never holy, though.
Avus aimed the sharp end of the stick at its belly and thrust forward, using his body weight and muscle strength, and stuck it into the worm. He heard a half-screech, half-growl, all mixed like in a mortar bowl. He jerked his head around and saw the worm attempting to re-enter the dirt. It was like dirt was a safe haven for it. Not for long, you bloody twit!
He jerked the stick out of the worm. The hole he made was leaking blue blood. Avus shouted a war cry and plunged the blue stick into the wound again, but he twisted it round and back, worsening the wound. He couldnât pull it back out again. The stick was inside the wormâs belly as the worm moved above Avus. No, you donât, bloody beast!
He twisted around and sprinted for its head. He was following the stick to where the worm had dug its head into. When he reached it, he was in time to grab the stick and jerk the stick out of the worm. Now, it wasnât focusing on Clarissa. It was focusing on Avus.
The worm came out to his right. It screeched and aimed its teeth at him, but he was well out of the way. So, it stayed in that position until it plunged into the ground again. But while it did so, Avus stabbed at the worm as if the stick was a dagger. He didnât bother twisting the blue and bloody stick. Every time he stuck it in, the worm screamed the mix of screeching and growling. By the tenth stab, Avusâs ears were ringing.
Wait. Simply stabbing the worm wouldnât help. So he switched his plans.
He thrust the stick inside again, but instead of pulling it out, he moved it downwards, tearing more flesh. Then he pushed the stick further in and forced the stick to make a circle, a hole big enough to enter the worm.
He had one question in mind. Doesnât it move?
He turned and checked, then saw only the body leading into the ground, its head buried in the ground. No, this isnât enough to kill a monster of death. It shouldnât be.
He realised that he stank of copper (or blue blood), told himself to forget it, and entered the worm through the manmade hole.
Immediately, he found himself traversing in the stomach. The extra space around him was probably three times larger than he was. Most of the blood around here was already spilled from the hole, so he could walk around freely. But it was weird how it had a stomach. Okay, fine. For digesting food it wants to eat. But it inconsistently ate, so the stomach would have eroded through its body. Then he remembered his theory. Monsters of corruption, darkness and death were humans before. This worm was a human before as well. They were infected by the Darkness plague, so those ill with the virus showed large and severe symptoms after a few days. The reason why they could heal up in time was because the virus could expand until its wanted size. The human mutated with the help of the virus, growing, enlarging itself to this size. It grew so much that the organs inside were rendered useless, thanks to the mutation. All organs were useless by then, except for the ones in the digestive system.
For reasons Avus still didnât know, the virus decided to preserve the digestive organs.
But for reasons Avus did know, he had to cut through everything in the worm, regardless of whether the worm was human or not. This time, he had a good reason to kill and torture it: to save his and Clarissaâs lives.
With his virtuous reason, he stabbed away.

 

Posted Mar 4, '14 at 10:00am

Rapyion

Rapyion

2,029 posts

Chapter 54

Henry changed his clothes, from a ripped shirt and pants to a blue collared shirt and beige khaki pants. That cursed beast ripped my sleeve up. But I hated that shirt anyway, good for me. That shirt reminded him of the jail he was in.
He walked with General Exen to a room they had prepared for him. He never thought he could have his own room again. Popsicle was spouting out things which Henry thought were garbage. He was talking about how secure the base was, and how everyone was loyal to him and some other drivel he never bothered to take in. He was silent the whole time. What happened in the interrogation room caused Henry to never engage Popsicle in another conversation ever again. Exen was continuously and vehemently mocking and cursing at him for tiny things, like killing monsters of corruption for his own life, or killing men for his own life. Exen was pressuring Henry to admit that he was horrible human garbage, but he never listened to him when he did admit that his past crimes were wrongful. Maybe he never bothered to. Henry didnât know.
Still, Henry couldnât take him seriously because of his hair. Had no one ever commented on it? Henry thought. For years, he hadnât changed his hairstyle. He felt the need to question him, but he held his tongue.
When they reached his room, Henry shoved the door open and looked around. He laid his eyes upon a bed, properly made with a dark blue comforter with squares scattered to compliment the light blue bed sheet under it. It was supported by a sturdy type of wood, the darker one acting as the four pillars with lighter one holding the mattress. A pillow sat away from the comforter, beckoning to Henry to come forth.
There was a table in front of the bed, made of the same type of wood and on top of it was an alarm clock which said, â10:37 PMâ.
A fluorescent light bulb was attached to the ceiling, shining its radiance throughout the room. It wouldnât be bright if the white walls in the room werenât painted white.
He plunged into the bed prepared for him and bounced a bit before he could rest his head on the pillow. Exen asked if Henry needed anything. Henry replied with a middle finger up at his face. He let out a bark of laughter before he shut the door with contempt.
The next morning, the alarm clock beeped methodically its irritating, teeth-grinding high-pitched noise. Henry didnât want to get up and set it back to snooze. But then he did, but instead, he grabbed the alarm clock and flung it downwards. The clock broke open and the noise ebbed away into malfunction.
He turned sideways, planted his feet on the ground and went to the door he had never seen before. When he opened it, he found a bathroom, tiled with effort. The lower half of the room height was spotted with tiles, while the upper half was bare of any tiles. A toilet bowl sat just to the left of him. A sink was stationed by the wall in front of Henry, and a glass mirror, all smudged and dirty, was facing Henry. He saw his own face.
He spotted grime and dirt all over his face. He probably forgot to wash it from before. But what was more noticeable was the bruise Fat Tim had left behind. Fat bast*rd. A blue-black lump still rose from his left temple. It looked horrible, but Henry had seen worse. His hair was in a mess as well. Bloody bedhead. There were a few strands of hair sticking out obviously from the sides of his head, making him look like a girl with a ponytail at each side. He sighed, twisted the faucet and started to tidy his hair.
By the time he was done, someone had knocked into his door. Henry demanded from the bathroom in a loud voice who he was. The unidentified person barged in after that and saw Jeyneâs face through the mirror. She looked sad and angry at the same time. Whatâs the word..? Whatâs the word..? Ah, yes! Distraught!
Jeyne suddenly bowed down to the level of her hips and shouted a speech of apology on behalf of the beast. Henry turned his face sideways partially and looked at her with his pupils slid to the left. He asked why she did this and what she meant about the behalf of the beast. She looked up and said that the monster of darkness, the one that tore his sleeves, wanted to apologise for attacking him. It told her that it thought Henry was the one that tried to kill it.
Henry frowned and said out loudly that he didnât believe her story, but he shrugged and said it was okay. Jeyne said that the story wasnât false. Of course, you bloody idiot. You donât go around telling people a lie, then deny it.
Henry stepped out of the bathroom and went past Jeyne to exit the room. He heard footsteps from behind, but he didnât bother. Last night, Exen told him to come see him in the interrogation room once more. He claimed that he needed to ask Henry a few questions. He turned to his right and started off in the corridor. There was a click as the door closed and Jeyne paced forward to his side.
Jeyne wanted to know what Henry was going to do. He shooed Jeyne away instead, saying that he didnât need another person to devastate his life. He already had Exen for now.
When Henry arrived at the interrogation room, Popsicle was already there, smiling at him and motioned to him to shut the door. Jeyne slipped in before Henry closed it, though Exen shooed Jeyne away like Henry, but with a stricter voice. Jeyne never questioned him and complied to leave.
This had become part of Henryâs first routine in this base. He would wake up, meet with Exen and talk, and by âtalkâ, he meant being mocked over and over by Exen, eat lunch in the room, then âtalkâ, and leave for dinner (or a light snack, if Exen wanted to extend the mocking).
But through a month of this routine, he was pondering upon something.
Just what the hell was that monster of darkness?

 

Posted Mar 11, '14 at 12:28pm

Rapyion

Rapyion

2,029 posts

I donât like asking for comments. It makes me look like an attention seeker, butâ¦
Please, I want comments, no, I need comments, whether itâs on my profile or on this thread. Please let me know if Iâm doing anything wrong. Having to go through months without comments start to worry me. Itâs as though my story has no mistakes to it (I am aware of grammatical errors). Please, let me know if Iâm doing something wrong here. Iâm asking for comments not for the sake of commenting. Iâm asking for comments because I want to see if I am improving or making mistakes all over. If you do want to support me, constructively criticise me if you think thereâs something wrong. I wonât mind.

=====

Chapter 55

Roseâs eyes are half-opened, or half-shut if you were pessimistic. Her chest rose and fell as her mouth stayed opened to draw breath from outside. She didnât think of anything. If you were to look into her thoughts and perspective, you would see or hear nothing. She was standing, but with her back slanted forward. She looked at the black floor, her pupils ran everywhere, fully opening her eyes, as if she were finding something small. Then her eyes rested and her pupils stopped moving. That black floor turned out to be a road, recently rolled with tar all over.
Then finally, she looked up and saw Kogh standing in front of her. His back hair was growing out of his collar of his shirt. When did he have a collared shirt? she wondered. His back was covered by the viridescence of his shirt. I donât even know where I got that word from. He was wearing pants down to his knees and a pair of sandals. Beyond him was a vast number of soldiers pointing their range rifles at Kogh, while a soldier with badges hung at his chest shouted at Kogh.
Kogh and the man were bickering back and forth whether to eliminate Rose or not. She frowned. What did I do? I saved peopleâs lives and they want to kill me?
The man shouted in defiance to Koghâs proposals. The man claimed that Rose killed multiple men and women. She had even slaughtered children.
Hell no! I saved them! She wanted to shout it out, but she just couldnât collect the words. She couldnât feel her tongue. Instead, she glared at the man furiously, her hair falling off.
Then she realised that her hair wasnât tied up. She raised her hands, but nothing came up. She couldnât feel her hands either. She moved her legs, but she didnât move forward. She couldnât feel her legs. In fact, she could only see and hear.
While she raged in her mind that she couldnât tie her hair up, Kogh kept her from being killed, in a diplomatic way. He was talking for sure, but after a few seconds, she couldnât understand a word he said. He was just blabbering to the man.
Even her neck couldnât be moved. But she did feel a loss of warmth around her body. She tried to frown, but if she did, she didnât feel it either.
The man was raising his voice now, though he was blabbering with Kogh. The man suddenly walked towards Rose, but Kogh guarded his way. The man tried to shove him away, but Kogh stood like a statue, except that the statue moved every time the man moved. Rose could tell he was frustrated by his face. His nostrils were flaring and his chest was being heaved continuously.
Then he shouted, and the soldiers behind him took aim and fired. Roseâs eyes widened and she was worried that Kogh was about to die again. No, he didnât die. She wouldâve smiled, if she could move her lips.
Kogh had made a wall of condensed force, massive and tall in front of the army of soldiers. It still hadnât broke, even though the bullets of range rifles were far stronger and faster than blast guns. Rose wouldâve fainted from making that wall.
She heard a SHLAAK as Kogh stuck his hand inside the manâs stomach. She also heard a deepened shout coming from the man. He shouted a command before he fainted and a barrage of gunshots filled the air. The range rifles flared, but the massive wall still stood, zealous and enthusiastic as ever.
Kogh moved his other hand under the manâs head and laid him down in a peaceful sleep. He would be in critical health, Kogh would tell Rose later, but he could still survive, given that most of his soldiers were loyal to him.
Kogh rushed towards Rose and picked her up. She felt his hands on her upper back and knees. He then pushed upward and flew away from the city. After a few moments, she was shivering from the cold, and she regained control over her body. She could twist her neck from one side to the other, her hands could move around freely, her legs could be lifted and so on. She looked at her chest and found out that she was naked. So that explains the shivering. She asked Kogh about why she was bare and what happened. So Kogh told the story from his perspective.
Kogh crashed into the ground, killing two unfortunate men in the process of disarming them. Killing two for hundreds of people was more worth than not doing anything at all. He saw a soldier shouting at Kogh, swearing at him for killing both his friends. Kogh looked down and felt pity for him, and sent a punching blow to the soldierâs face, knocking him out instantly. Now, five soldiers were surrounding him with fists. Others were grabbing their range rifles back, but they had to reposition and repair what was damaged. Range rifles were notoriously known for their fragility. They were like glass cannons. They could fire rounds that could devastate people, but they were easily broken. That was why only specialised and trained men got to use it. Apparently, no one here was trained enough.
Kogh tried to counter the five of them with non-lethal ways; going as far as to kick a manâs nose and crushing it. A soldier, armed with a laser knife, came charging forth, slashing and never letting Kogh escaping. He frowned and moved to the side, dodging the manâs knife altogether. Kogh planted a foot against the manâs back and sent him forward, knocking into one of the soldiers. He heard them curse as they crashed and fell. That left three people. But that was when Kogh formed an uneasy alliance with them, when the monsters of corruption came.

He never remembered the bee-like creatures tearing him apart when Rose brought it up. She frowned at that denial. So, instead of persisting, she let him speak while she made a coat out of force for herself.
The one at the front, presumably the alpha male, screeched at the top of its lungs, if it had lungs. The ear-piercingly sharp noise spread throughout the entire city. Kogh didnât cover his ears, but the soldiers around him did as they looked for the source of the noise. By that time, most of them had their range rifles ready. They took aim and fired, but he witnessed white sparks ricocheting off of the monstersâ shells. No, why didnât the gunshots work? That was when he heard another screech, coming from the opposite direction. He was definite and sure that he saw a monster of death falling from the building.
It was two-legged and had goat-like legs. It had two goat feet. Red fur covered its groin up to its face, except for the face. It looked inhumane, its eyes spread too far apart and its carnivorous teeth grew long enough to reveal itself in the moonlight. Its nose was humanlike, at least, but its ears were as long and pointy as an elfâs, if they had existed. It had claws sharper than Koghâs current force blade design.
It landed on the ground with a soft thud and ran with great force, barging through the people who were in its way. Kogh noticed some soldiers moving towards the monster of death to shoot, but it was too late. It knocked one up in the air and Kogh saw the manâs arm separated from his body. He didnât scream.
It swiped and shoved soldiers away as it charged toward the monster of corruption, as though it had a grudge so strong and fervent that Kogh could smell it. When it was in range, it jumped up and stuck its right hand into the alpha male. The monster of corruption screamed and a moment after, the monster of death too screamed. They fought; the stinger of the bee trying to impale the goat creature, while it kept swinging, dodging and stabbing.
Kogh saw the soldiers around him lowering their weapons, treating Kogh as though he didnât exist. The commander also forgot who Kogh was and looked at the fight between death and corruption; one against hundreds, as a goat tore through bees.
When almost a quarter of them was eliminated, the bees falling and crashing into the ground, the three quarters of them fled. The goat killed the last bee and fell along with it. It landed on the ground softly, holding the bee in one hand while its other hand was wet with blue blood. It breathed heavily and fell to the ground, evidently tired. Kogh rushed towards the monster, knowing it was Rose from the start as the goat returned to a naked Rose.

 

Posted Mar 17, '14 at 11:21am

Rapyion

Rapyion

2,029 posts

Chapter 56

Thankfully, the beast still had space to walk around this time. Instead of being caged into that horrible tight space, it was free to move around in a somewhat secluded area. It thought secluded because it only had Jeyneâs company. The beast had started to take a liking on Jeyne. She came every few hours, just to check on it. Sometimes, she even sneaked in a meal of fried chicken for it. The last time it ate before that was when it ate a small part of the gigantic monster of death. The most interesting part of the day was when Jeyne came in and played with it; like the beast catching a ball, chasing Jeyne around (with no intention of eating her, of course), or Jeyne reading a book to it, as if the beast was a child. It gathered and learned more words from books Jeyne brought in, and its vocabulary and understanding of words became broader.
Though, the beast wasnât a child. It had a thinking mind similar to an adolescent person. It knew why Jeyne had brought these books to read for it, or why she came in to check on it; progress, training, security, experimentation, the beast would think. Even though it thought these, it still wouldnât mind listening to Jeyneâs soft voice when she read a book about a fairy granting wishes to humans. Instead, it learned words like âmagicâ, âsparkleâ, âwingsâ and âcontentâ, âsadâ, âangryâ, âcuriousâ and so on.
Each morning, it would wake up and hear light footsteps. Some mornings, it would even hear mutterings and soft curses. That would be gone by the time Jeyne entered the room, which was about an hour later. Then Jeyne would play with the beast in a room large enough for the beast to play around. When it was tired, long after Jeyne was tired, she would walk over, with obvious effort, to a case taller than her. That was its favourite pastime. The case was filled with fictional and non-fictional books. But for its level, Jeyne would pick fairy tale books over others.
It felt like minutes when she read. Whenever she said a word it didnât recognise, it would whimper. It was a normal thing to the both of them. Whenever it whimpered, Jeyne would know that it couldnât understand something. A word, or a sentence, or just maybe the whole story.
The beast would snuggle down at Jeyneâs feet. It no longer felt the need to munch at them. It crossed its front legs and laid its belly on the floor, listening, breathing, sleepingâ¦
When it woke up, it would sense Jeyne sleeping at its side as well. Sometimes, Jeyne barely touched its fur. Other times, Jeyne was resting her head on its back. She wouldnât know that the beast would wake up, since it had no eyes in the first place.
It would try and wake her up; touching her head with its front paws, growled softly at her ear or even poked at her with its nose. When she woke up, she would thank it and leave the room. At first, the beast would bite her shirt and pull at it, wanting her to never leave. But Jeyne would convince it that she would return. Câmon. Itâs selfish of you. Jeyne would say that for the first few days. Then slowly, the beast stopped messing up her shirt. It would only be a few hours before Jeyne returned. Every day, she would explain why she left. One day, she was on her duty, guarding the entrance. The other day, she was helping General Exen, or Popsicle jokingly. They were reasonable activities to the beast.
After explaining why she left, Jeyne would go back to reading stories, as usual. But she would change the type of stories; from fairy tales to science fiction stories. There was one book that interested the beast. It was about a pilot flying a star ship, the LaFist Light. He would travel from planet to planet, trying to find a cure for his wife, who was ill with an unidentified disease. During the journey, he encountered a series of challenges and obstacles, such as fighting a large alien octopus that didnât need to breathe, and battling against a rogue star ship. There were also gratifying moments, like making friends with a Kurdok bounty hunter. The Kurdok race lived in Planet Kurd. A Kurdok usually had humanoid features; limbs, a torso, a head, feet and hands. Though, their skin was greenish and they had big ears, like that of an elephantâs. The Kurdok bounty hunter introduced himself as Jaky.
Eventually, the pilot, whom Jeyne named him Bryan, went through an adventure with Jaky and a few others; Ri, an experienced mechanic, âPew Pewâ, an adept marksman and Faye, a quick and adaptive swordswoman, to name a few. At that point, the beast whimpered. Jeyne explained what a swordswoman was, but she said that it was very rare to see someone use a close-ranged weapon.
Whenever it got to the fighting parts, the beast would crane its neck nearer to Jeyne, even though it could hear her very clearly. It wanted to listen more clearly. Almost every description of fighting scenes was laid out for the beast to imagine. One time, Bryan battled against Jaky about a disagreement on trading a few slaves away. At that time, Bryan hadnât met Ri, âPew Pewâ, or Faye. The beast imagined a steel platform, hung by four strong ropes. Bryan stood on one side and Jaky stood on the other. The only things separating them were metal crates and boxes. Both of them took cover behind them and traded shots with each other, sparks flaring and flying like fireworks. Jaky ran out of ammunition first, followed by Bryan. When they realised it, Jaky ran towards Bryan and sent a punch crunching into Bryanâs left cheek. He fell, but hooked his leg and tripped Jaky, falling with him. The both of them sent hooks, straights and flails at each other, bruising each other to an intense degree. Eventually, they ran out of energy and Jaky gave up about trading the slaves. Both of them realised that they were about to fall off the platform, so Bryan screamed while Jaky pulled him away.
The beast listened to Jeyneâs storytelling for a month, gathering new words, forming and building a vocabulary of its own. At least, of course, until the next major operation, which, ultimately and unfortunately, involved the beast.
(Screw the rules)
âOh, for Godâs sake,â was the first phrase the beast had uttered to Jeyne.

 

Posted Mar 22, '14 at 12:46pm

Rapyion

Rapyion

2,029 posts

Chapter 57

Avus reached the brain. The coppery smell was stronger and more pungent from before, at least that was what Avus had noticed. But he spent a long time in the worm that he was used to it by now. Perhaps too long of a time. Only when he stopped did he think about Clarissa. Is she alright? Has she gotten to safe place yet? Along the way, he had troubles, like blood flooding him at times that he didnât notice. This disorientated and suffocated him with the iron-like smell and made his eyes hurt and strain so much. He thought he was going the right way, until he realised the mess he had made with his wooden stick before. So he turned around and met another one of those blue blood tsunamis. Thank the bloody gods I didnât go the wrong way again.
He was tightly packed between two walls of flesh, flexible in their own way, while being sturdy and hard to cut. But when it came to the brain, it had an especially spacious room for it to do its thinking, I guess.
But the problem was that he couldnât reach the brain, despite its space. The entrance was too narrow for him to go through. Plus, he was already losing in the war of balance between the two walls. His stick was already a blunt end. It could serve him, but only in beating. He couldnât stab anything past the trachea. Though, throughout every tough stride, he hadnât felt tired. Now that he thought of it, George did do hefty work; farming, carrying large things for his wife, cooking (though not as heavy), and carrying more large things for the villagers. George was a big helper. Avus wanted to see his body build now, but he was too restricted.
He squirmed between the walls, hearing the slimy movement as he went. He was absolutely disgusted by what he heard. But then Iâd be a bloody hypocrite. Bloody hell.
He tried and tried, but his chest was just too big. He retreated to a bigger space behind and repositioned his shoulders, torso and legs, tightening his chest, moving his shoulders back and tucking his legs together. He even went to the extent of contracting his chest by exhaling air at one breath. When he did try, he barely got through.
When he looked down, he only saw a blue wet ragged shirt and a pair of pants in the same state as the shirt. Well, itâd be useless to take it out, now would it?
His sense of gravity was overthrown, so when he took his steps, he would stumble like a baby who was learning his first steps. When he tripped the third time, he accidentally plunged his stick into the flesh.
All the while, he had never heard the worm screech and howl in pain. It just never moved after Avus casually barged into the worm. Only now did the worm screech. He let go of the stick and plugged his fingers into his ears when he heard it. Stupid worm, you have to think of me as well! He admitted before that he was absurd at times. This was one of his times.
He went for the stick stuck on the ground (or flesh), and was about to pull it out when he thought better. He grabbed the stick and pulled it gently out of the flesh, then walked up to the brain.
Weirdly enough, the brain was bigger than almost every organ in the human body combined. It was about two times taller and three times wider than Avus alone. The brain was the small intestines more crushed and crumpled up than before, but instead of the normal pink brain that humans had, the worm had a blue one that matched its blood. Even though your brainâs a colossus compared to my own, youâre still not capable of having cognitive thinking, are you?
Its spinal cord (if the worm did have a spine), travelled downwards and was sucked up by a tiny hole below the brain. What was fascinating to Avus wasnât that the brain was big. What he was amazed at was that the brain didnât need as much blood to survive. This, to Avus, further proved that monsters of death had the ability to regenerate at a fast rate.
Despite that, he stepped back and charged at the brain. He swung the stick forward and bashed at the brain. It absorbed the damage and started to shrink rapidly. Then he realised that his surrounding was also shrinking. Bloody hell! Bloody hell! Bloody hell! It was his favourite curse.
His stick was too blunt for cutting his way through. But then something burst through and smashed the already shrinking brain. It was crumpled more and it squeezed out almost every drop of blue blood in it. It was Clarissa with the same wooden stick as his, except sharper, much sharper.
He noticed that Clarissa didnât carry the gigantic bag. He asked where the bad was, but Clarissa didnât answer. She let go of her stick and ran to Avus and hugged him before he reacted. But he didnât react. He stood there, motionless.
They stood, one clinging onto the other, while the worm still shrank.
Instead of warning her, he just carried her up and exited through the hole she had made. On the way, she apparently realised and grabbed the stick along with her.
Both of them landed outside safely. When Avus turned around, he saw a naked humanoid figure almost ten times bigger than Avus, riddled with small but deep incisions. He supposed that every cut but one was his doing. The figure still had red and slimy skin, but it finally grew arms and legs. Its groin didnât develop. Thank goodness for that, Avus thought.
He remembered the blood dripping from the both of them. He asked Clarissa whether she wanted to clean, but she said she would do it later. Right now, he had to focus on the humanoid figure which was reducing in size, and function if you could call it that.
Surprisingly, Avus and Clarissa never contracted the virus, though it was more surprising for Avus. The Darkness virus was supposed to affect anyone that lingered near the infected for too long. Guess I was wrong.
So, the humanoid figure shrank until the Avusâs size. Now, he could see holes right through the body, though smaller than before. All this happened within a few minutes, which was remarkable for Avus. Shrinking from a size three times longer than a whale to a human in a few minutes was an incredible pace. But all Avus could do was walk away, until Clarissa pulled him in and kissed him.
What for?! Avus thought.

 

Posted Mar 30, '14 at 11:54am

Rapyion

Rapyion

2,029 posts

Chapter 58
Henry had already brushed his teeth, acquired a shaving razor and cream bottle and used them, taken a short bath, and worn his casual clothes to head off and meet Popsicle when Jeyne burst into his room, just like last month, What do you want, Jeyne? He didnât have the chance to answer when she grabbed hold of Henryâs right hand and dragged him out of his room.
He complied and ran with her, though he broke her grab on him. He noticed the same monster of darkness from before, running with Jeyne without a leash-
Henry immediately shouted out and demanded a reason for the beast being set free. Jeyne grunted. Thatâs my answer. They kept running. Yeah, thatâs my answer.
But it was when the beast opened its mouth and shared its somewhat childish voice that Henry stopped and widened his eyes and realised that he was breathing through his mouth. He chased after them and, yet again, demanded an explanation for the beastâs first words. Jeyne grunted a second time. Thatâs still my answer. Christ..
Both of them ran and barged into the canteen, where it remained empty, except for a few scraps of food on the floor, chairs and tables. They looked like chewed chicken, small chicken bones and balls of rice, often distorted by teeth. How do they eat in here?
They headed through a different way; left of the clinical bay. Weird how the sick room is just next to the canteen. Jeyne charged towards the door and crashed it open with her shoulder. Jeyne rushed out to the yard while the beast paused in its steps. So did Henry.
The yard was vast, to a degree. Although it was big, the number of soldiers here overwhelmed the area by a lot. Jeyne only had to run a few steps before blending into the crowd and losing herself. The yard was surrounded by tall steel fences with barbed wire spiraling around the top. The soldiers were in all sorts of positions. One was squatting, one was leaning against the fence and putting his weight on it, one was standing but in an awkward stance, one was standing upright, possibly trying to show respect to that mushroom head. Speaking of Popsicle, where is he?
The beast whispered something to itself, but Henry didnât catch what it said. But he didnât bother asking what it was. He was unsure whether to interact with a beast that violently tore his sleeve away before.
Henry now exited to the yard. He only noticed the poorly cemented floor when he stepped on it. There were some cracks and holes to be filled, but Henry shrugged.
He felt a furry surface brushing against the back of his hand. He looked down and saw the eyeless monster of darkness following him to the mess of soldiers, of which one of them was Fat Tim, whom Henry had knocked into. The fat soldier turned around and exhaled a warm and humid breath of air right at Henryâs face. Henry recoiled from it and saw Timâs face of anger that was under his olive green helmet. Henry smirked at how the helmet couldnât fit Timâs bulk of a head. Lose some weight, fat arse.
Fat Tim probably noticed the smug look on Henry's face, because he waddled to Henry and swung both his arms to smash Henry's face with his plump palms, but Henry ducked and heard a loud smack above him. He let out a hysterical shriek of laughter and rolled on the floor, laughing. He felt a sharp bloom of pain at his stomach; Fat Tim's boots, probably. Though, Henry kept on laughing, at least until Tim kicked him the fourth time. Henry changed from laughing crazily to bursting with outright brutality.
He picked himself up and sent a punch at the speed of lightning, his knuckles cracking Fat Tim's nose. Tim fell from the impact, but Henry pulled him backwards, then planted a foot at his belly full of fat. With his hands still grabbing Tim, or Tim's arms, Henry pushed forward with his foot and toppled Tim over. Henry still put more force into his belly, even up to a point of driving his foot into it, when someone grabbed him from under his armpits and up to the shoulders, then hauled him away from a breathless and battered Tim. Though, he wasn't battered everywhere, but his nose was squirting out blood. Henry smirked once again.
Then Henry shouted to let go, but the person wouldn't. Henry turned his head and saw Exen, with the most neutral face he had ever seen. I don't even know if that comparison exists.
Henry didnât struggle to freedom when Exen pulled him away from the scene. He looked down and saw the beast following him, trying to stay with him. He still felt its fur brushing against him.
When they arrived in the canteen, Henry wiped the dust off his shoulders when he was let go. Then a palm met his left cheek and a different kind of pain exploded in his face. The sheer amount of force sent Henry sprawling onto the floor. He attempted to absorb the impact on the floor by putting his hands forward. This instead sprained his shoulders. GOD **** IT! His mind was shouting this phrase over and over when he was rolling on the floor. It wasnât funny this time.
And now, his mouth was spouting the phrase too, repeatedly at that. At a point, his voice went up from the usual pitch. His throat felt sore and his voice sounded hoarse after that. When he was done (he was still breathing endlessly and rapidly), he noticed Popsicleâs eyebrows close together. Why the hell are you frowning, mushroom head? His shoulders still released painful wails, and his face was contorted because of it.
Exen asked to meet him in the interrogation room once Henry was done suffering. He giggled for a few moments before striding away to the yard.
His shoulders still felt painful. Despite that, Henry frowned. Youâd really think Iâd suffer for a long time, do you? He noticed the beast lying down in front of him. Its fur was barely touching him where he lied down as well, twisting with pain.

 

Posted Apr 7, '14 at 11:43am

Rapyion

Rapyion

2,029 posts

Chapter 59

Rose was lying on a force platform. She was above the clouds, so she could see the stars pricking from the darkness above. So far, the sun hadnât risen yet. It hadnât for a month now. During that period of time, Rose had been training above the clouds. Kogh had set a force platform so large that he almost fainted. But he had gotten back up quickly and continued to help Rose harness her ability. For a month, she hadnât turned into that goat-like monster of death. And she was grateful for it.
For that one month, she had gotten used to her blade and could think of the image of it in her mind all the time. Kogh mentioned something about it. He said that it was easier to get that certain model that youâd been so familiar with and summon it out. He was right. When Kogh charged at her with nothing, supposedly, she was able to conjure the blade and equip it in time to block his invisible sword. He had also taught her how she could sense her surroundings without ever needing to see, hear or touch; by sending immensely soft waves of force like sonar and pick up information from that wave alone. When she finally got the hang of it, it was an eye-opener for her.
For real battles, she would go to Fisher Village (since she got used to flying as well), and hunt a few monsters of darkness. When they had arrived at the entrance, memories came flooding into her head like a tsunami of black tar. Those memories were painful, especially when she lost her journal. That book was filled with things she had discovered outside. Monsters of corruption, darkness and death. How the sun rose for the first time in her life. How Kogh could use force abilities. There were also questions written on that book she had forgotten. Even as she remembered the place and what she had done there, she never remembered what questions that she had on her mind at that time.
But the sheer feeling of finally killing a monster of darkness in a long time was satisfying. The hissing sound of her blade when she shoved it into a four-legged monster of darkness was music to her ears. Kogh sat in the sky, looking at her, observing her. She had sliced off the flesh of the beast, collected every piece of it at an invisible sling, exerted almost a quarter of her energy and tossed it up to Kogh, who made a platform for the sling to land on.
Kogh said she did well. At least she didnât get hurt. That was the most important thing to Kogh at that time. Probably even now.
All those memories; painful and blissful, were broken into shards when Kogh asked about meeting her father. He pointed out that if he trained her, she would have to bring Kogh to see him. He said that it was a deal. She inhaled and exhaled deeply, and in annoyance. She thought about it for a while.
What do you want now, Kogh?
She tilted her head backwards and diagonally, looking at Kogh, standing and stretching his arms, though it was as though Kogh could stick onto a wall from Roseâs point of view. Kogh repeated his question, with a bit of aggressiveness, now that he had made his side of the deal. Rose stood up, somehow irritated by the tone of his voice, even though she had been with Kogh for more than a month. She sighed, then asked when Kogh wanted to see him. He immediately said tomorrow, because he had to prepare. Rose frowned. Besides the food both of them had collected, there was nothing else to pack up and go. She explained why, until she saw Kogh rubbing his hands. She went closer to look, then saw Kogh pulling his arms away, creating a beam of fire in between. It roared in the space it had, rose up into the air, and it was extinguished almost immediately. Rose now stepped backwards in shock. And wonder.
Kogh said he needed one day to teach Rose how she could conjure fire out of sheer friction, and a bit of force. Her smile was uplifting to Kogh. Well, I guess, anyway, she thought.
She rubbed her hands, but she only felt a slight heat forming, like what a normal human would feel when he rubbed his hands together. Kogh giggled while shaking his head. He told Rose to cover, or dip if you prefer, your hands in force. He said to rub her hands together. And voila! A thin line of fire was shot out of her hands and arced downwards. It touched the platform and disappeared in a hiss. Smoke danced around and floated up.
Rose smiled even more, but then asked how Kogh could make a beam of fire instead of a thin line. Just a bit of time.. Rose though when she kept rubbing. Kogh slowed her down, or else she would have made that thin line of fire again. When she was satisfactory, she sped up the process and separated her hands. Instead of a beam of fire, all she got were flames licking at her face.
In an instant, Kogh put the flames out and quickly tended her face. She felt stings of pain, no, a whole faceful of pain, if that was even a word. She screamed and fell. She panicked and flailed around, forcing Kogh to dodge and hold her down. Even her legs were smashing on the force platform. Unfortunately, with the help of force.
The whole platform shattered and crashed like glass, except there wasnât any sound heard. Both of them fell, but Kogh held on to a wild Rose and wrapped his arms around her tightly. He made a U-shaped platform and slid right onto it, slowing down when they reached the center. The pain was still there, but she closed her eyes and breathed. She felt Kogh releasing his hold on her and stood back. She opened her eyes and asked why. He said her face was repairing itself.
What? She never bothered and closed her eyes. She didnât care about anything other than sleep. So she slept. But when she almost dozed off, Kogh kept apologising, in a muffled voice toned with terror next to her.

 

Posted Apr 13, '14 at 11:05am

Rapyion

Rapyion

2,029 posts

Chapter 60

Avus raised his eyebrows, but didn't open his eyes. Very closely next to him was Clarissa. He noticed that Clarissa wasn't wearing anything, though her chest was covered with a blanket. Then he realised, that he was sharing a bed with Clarissa.
What in the bloody hell happened that night?
It had been a month before. He remembered Clarissa kissing him really hard. Even her tongue shot forward and barged into his mouth. He didnât resist. He just stood there, mesmerised. When she was done, she looked in Avusâs eyes dreamily. His memories were fuzzy, but he remembered that the both of them were covered in blue. Her teeth stood out from the blueness of her body. Then she fainted.
In an instant, he jerked forward and caught her inches before hitting the ground. Then he took it upon himself to carry Clarissa away from this land to another; possibly East. But now that he knew that they were in the land of death, he was probably not arriving at East anytime soon. Not even in a month.
Avus was very sure East was the safest city among the thousands of cities all around it. But what he knew was that once you were outside East, you would be standing on the land of corruption, where monsters of corruption were very common, followed up by monsters of darkness. No monsters of death were spotted once on this land. After a certain distance, you would be standing on the land of darkness, though the land of corruption was smaller compared to the land of darkness. On this land, monsters of darkness were more common, followed up by monsters of death. They usually waged wars on one another, but so far, there had been none. The sun (or lack of) was evidence to that.
The land of darkness was a vast area, or rather, circle (since East was a circular city). Avus estimated that the radius from the heart of East to the edge of the land of darkness was about a few thousand kilometres away. That was a lot of distance to cover.
But, after that point, all the land belonged to the monsters of death. Hell, it could even be three-quarters of the planet.
And he was somewhere in the middle of it.
So, maybe I wonât be able to go back. Maybe..
Avus carried her and her backpack. Every hour or so, he would just lay Clarissa on the ground and place the backpack opposite her. He would do some stretching to ease off the aching in his body. Even for someone who had never exercised before, Avus still felt ready to carry more, thanks to Georgeâs efforts. By the time he was ready to carry her again, he saw her rubbing her eyes as she got up. She asked where they were, but Avus just smiled at her. She never said anything else until the next hour.
She asked where they were going. Avus replied with East.
Itâs impossible, though..
His relationship with Clarissa deepened the night she had kissed him, though he wanted it to be platonic. He started to speak without nonchalance; always with interest. He stopped his sarcastic tone and started to have decent conversations with her, mostly about what she and George had went through. Sure, Avus did have Georgeâs memories, but not all of them. Some were fuzzy and some were non-existent until Clarissa brought a certain event into the topic.
She moaned while rubbing her eyes. She thrust her leg forward, kicking the blanket, and revealing her bare chest to him. He turned around, got out of the bed and planted his feet onto wood.
This room was horrible compared to his own office, but it served as a good shelter for the time being. By good, what he really meant was barely livable. Still, it was better than nothing. Between the bed were two table stands. A wooden mug of water stood by Avusâs side. He slid his hand into the handle and chugged the water down. For the first time in his life (in four of his bodies), his throat was dry, most likely because the air was dry. He felt the soreness in his throat, but even with water, it couldn't assuage it.
This inn was like a stereotypical inn back in the medieval era. Some villages and towns never went through modernisation. The reason, Avus did not know. How he found the inn, he knew.
When he was travelling with Clarissa out in the land of death, only sticking to one direction, when one of them felt tired, the pair would settle down and rest. The backpack had enough food and water to last a few weeks. But that was the problem. They could only last a few weeks, even when conserving them. When they stopped and rested, Avus would take the first watch, looking out for any monsters of death. After approximately four hours, Clarissa would take the second watch. After that, they continued on their way on a supposedly new day.
A few hours after the both of them had ate the last set of food and drank the last drops of water, they were starving and thirsty. Then they had found the inn, like how someone would find an oasis in the middle of a desert.
When he opened the door, he persuaded the innkeeper to let them stay for a good nightâs sleep before paying him. He actually succeeded. And it was so bloody easy.
Even with his throat condition, he could still talk, but slightly. Clarissaâs voice whizzed past him, asking when they were leaving. Avus asked her to pack up within ten minutes. She begged to stay for a bit longer. But that âbit longerâ only extended to fifteen minutes.
He opened the door and went outside the room. He jogged down the wooden stairs and bumped into the innkeeper.
Avus would think that in a medieval-styled inn, the innkeeper would follow the theme, but he was proven wrong. He wore a brown jacket that stretched down to his waist, a black T-shirt and a pair of shorts that covered only his thighs.
When he promised that he would pay him, he actually wasnât. He was planning to knock him out and escape with Clarissa. But he met the barrel of a blast gun. It was aimed right between his eyes. The innkeeper, while pressing the barrel against his face, he said that he wasnât bloody stupid to fall for Avusâs tricks.
The innkeeper chuckled.

 

Posted Apr 15, '14 at 6:10am

Rapyion

Rapyion

2,029 posts

Chapter 60.5 âAvusâ

Imagination and science has kind of a mutual relationship. Imagination gets its shape, volume and structure from the laws of physics, and to a certain extent, chemistry and biology. But it doesnât completely follow the laws of physics. Someone can imagine a floating ball on Earth, and a ball that falls in space as though there was a gravitational magnitude from a random direction. One can also imagine a poisonous snakeâs venom can cure cancer, and a type of antibiotics can kill someone.
Itâs weird. Imagination doesnât fully fit into scientific laws and theories as well. It defies them instead. But itâs what helps ascend science in almost every way possible. Air travelâs made possible because of that. Land travelâs made possible because of that. Hell, weâve made weapons because of that as well.
Imagination and science are like two best friends, climbing up to see whatâs on the other side of the wall. One friend is thoughtful, rational, logical and curious about the universe but very shy and antisocial. The other is often cheerful, joyful, and has extreme ADHD. He is volatile, and sometimes even dangerous. Even though the other friend is afflicted with a serious disorder, that was actually what helped the both of them achieve what they want; progress. They still are doing it.
Iâve always marvelled at how they correlate with each other so well. Them helping each other to find everything out. That, to me, is beautiful. But of course, it canât always end well. Science has been used for wars, though not in my two lives. There were wars, but they werenât important in this region.
Hopefully, Iâll be able to do something that revolutionises science. I hope Iâll be able to do it.

And all this Avus got from his second life, when he closed his eyes while playing on a swing.

 

Posted Apr 21, '14 at 11:45am

Rapyion

Rapyion

2,029 posts

Chapter 61

It followed Henry whenever he went. It stayed by him when he sprained his shoulders; when he was taken to the medical bay, where he rested for a few hours before. Though it did wonder why there was an emergency outside. Jeyne wasnât here, so it wouldnât have an answer. Henry didnât know anything as well.
Maybe General Exen put someone else in charge.
During the few hours of Henry resting, the beast would loiter around in the room and linger a little bit longer when it was asked to leave. Mostly, it was the nurse who shooed it away, but when Henry woke up, he asked it to leave as well.
Well, looks like nobody wants me-
It was proven wrong. Jeyne was right in front of it, squatting to reach its head level. She patted its head and asked to follow her to the reading room. That was what the beast would call it.
On the way back, it would think about what stories Jeyne would tell it. Maybe LaFist Light (the book about the pilot who flew a star ship, LaFist Light), or traditional fairy tales. Aesopâs Fables was its least favourite. It didnât know why. Though, one of its favourites was The Hobbit. That novel had such a sweet arrangement of words for the beast.
When it entered the room, it saw someone else. If it had eyebrow muscles, it would frown.
Exen?
He was standing by the far end, leaning on the wall with his arms folded. As usual, he kept his mushroom hair neat and straight.
Heh, General Mushroom.
It kept its laughter to a bare minimum. It didnât think anyone heard it, but it felt as though Exen was staring at it with piercing eyes. Its laughter (though very little) stopped.
Jeyne already knew the beast was introduced to General Exen, but she introduced it to him just in case. The beast had courtesies and manners, thanks to Jeyne teaching the beast what was right or wrong. It bobbed its head in respect and raised it back.
Exen snickered, saying that the beast had manners, though deliberately in a mocking tone. Jeyne didnât try to defend its dignity, although it didnât need the dignity.
He explained why he was here; to take the beast out to see if it could handle the work of a soldier. He guessed it would be past time to see the beast in action. He claimed he had never seen the beast actually killing something before. And he reckoned that it would be one hell of a show.
With insurmountable innocence in its tone, the beast asked whether Jeyne could tell a story after it was over. Jeyne smiled and agreed to keep the promise.
Exen shifted in his position and started moving. When he first exited the room, Jeyne and the beast followed after him.
Exen briefed them that they were going out of headquarters to control the number of monsters of corruption. Then Jeyne reminded Exen that they were humans too, just like the beast.
But Exen reminded Jeyne that he preferred the safety of current humans rather than other humans who just attack the current humans for no other reason than primal instinct. Jeyne kept her mouth shut after that.
They were out on the yard again, but there werenât any soldiers present, except three.
The beast knew Henry wasnât there, since he was in the medical bay. There was a fat soldier, a rather thin one and one that looked like the leader.
It heard Exen shout out to a Private Tim, and the fat one moved in front by one step in a rigid fashion. Exen introduced the beast to Private Tim. When he spoke, he sounded as though he was tired from a five-kilometre marathon. He huffed and puffed after almost every word he said. He explained, though slightly inarticulately, that they were just going around Klensburg to eliminate a pack of monsters of corruptions that looked like bats, according to a report from a guard.
He also explained that monsters of corruption were, in nature, quite hard to find and see. If you could just catch a glimpse at the monster, you were already considered lucky. If you could kill one, youâd be considered a marksman or a masterlucker, according to Tim.
One thing the beast realised was that the three soldiers held those stick-like weapons; the ones that killed it once. But it wasnât afraid, because if Jeyne could trust them, the beast could, too.
And so, after everyone (except the beast) was armed with a stick-like weapon, in which Private Tim called it a blast gun. At first, the beast was excited, but scared as well. Killing a monster of a similar kind was frightening, yet satisfactory when it finally could kill one. Speaking of which, the beast felt proud whenever it thought of the death of the gigantic and deformed monster of death with an extra arm on its head. It thought it was very ironic.
Though, after hours of searching for the group, the beast could yawn if it wanted to. The team; Exen, Jeyne, Private Tim, two others it didnât know; didnât look exhausted or bored. Instead, they emanated vigilance, so to speak. Jeyne held her weapon as though it was precious to her. Exen placed his weapon over his shoulder, all calm-like but with eyes that could literally pierce someone if he stared long enough. Private Tim held his weapon close to his chest, caring more about the weapon than himself. The other two were chatting with each other, though in a soft tone.
The beast jerked its head up and stopped. It opened its mouth and asked everyone to stop as well. They did. It swore it heard something.
Then something struck the beast from behind, and it sprawled forward. Then it heard six shots that were almost synced. It recovered with little cuts and bruises and looked back. It saw dead carcasses of monsters of corruption. The scene was black of flesh and blue of blood. How did it know colour? It didnât know either.
When it turned around, it saw one last monster of corruption moving in on Jeyne like an eagle. It charged towards Jeyne shouted out to her to duck, but she didnât. The monster gripped onto Jeyneâs shoulders and snatched her from the team.

 
Reply to A Speechless Story Of A Traveller

You must be logged in to post a reply!