These following stories were written by two kids in America to find a tangible expression of emotions and human experiences. Every one of the stories connects to each other. Fantasy, adventure, realism, horror, regret, happiness, love, and action are woven together in these collected short stories. It shows a kaleidoscope of diverse sentiments and beliefs, along with cultural, physiological, and political messages and themes that could take years to fully comprehend. 

 

 

Enjoy!

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Memories of a Past Life 

 

Time: 11:30-12:05 

When I went out to the mailbox, I saw a dark tattered envelope. When I went into my house I thought, “What the heck is this.” It said inside, “Go to the hospital at midnight.” It was 11:30 so I chilled inside playing Genshin Impact. I decided to touch grass for the first time. After I finished playing, I went outside. As I walked to the end of the street, I felt like somebody was watching me. I decided to sprint as fast as I could. I tripped and hit my head on the hard concrete. Blood spurted from my head, the salty smell making me nauseous. I went as quickly as I could, my life flashing before my eyes. I realized that if I stopped, I would die. I glanced at who was chasing me. I realized it was Malter Might, the assassin. I refused to accept my fate as I kept on running, every second getting more and more painful. As I ran, I saw an abandoned ominous house. I took a break for it as I sprinted in. As I frantically searched for a place to hide, Malter followed me with the loud clack of his cane on wood.  

“We have history!” He yelled, “I have come to get revenge! I don’t care if you were hypnotized! Or if your memory was wiped! YOU... STILL... DID... IT!” 

I didn’t know what he was talking about, I just ran... When I eventually settled into my hiding place, (a broom closet) I shut myself up and held my breath in fear that the air would choke me to death 

 

Time: 12:05 

 

I ran and heard loud footsteps creaking, waiting, ready to pounce.  

 

“I know what you have done...” said the man who called himself Simon, “You did the unthinkable. You...” And then I remembered when I was a drunk person, addicted to drugs, doing anything to feel alive. I tried to cast that life away, but instead, I cast her life away. I had killed Simon’s daughter. And then it hit me, a cold and clean dagger cut through my arm and all I felt was pain. The searing pain hurt me so much that my vision was blinded. With all that I had left, I ran. Blood spurt, oozing from my wound. 

The last thing I heard was Simon saying, “I sent the letter,” As he smiled with the smile of someone who was insane and hadn’t slept in the last eon. I sprinted, pushing myself with every step, knowing that the second I stopped I was dead, wondering if this was it. I wished I had a hospital near me, but I lived in the suburbs.  

 

Time: 1:00 (Am)  

I had been running for 55 minutes straight not ever daring to call anyone or lock behind myself. I could no longer feel my arm, but I persevered, the thought of all the good things life had for me as my guidance. I finally reached the hospital.  

When I went in the attendant said to me, “Oh GOD! Get him into the ER!” I was rushed up the stairs on a stretcher as I contemplated my life choices. When I finally fell into bed, I felt a cold numbing feeling in my brain, at least it wasn't the burning feeling in my arm. Could...this...be. It? 

 

Time? Unknown  

“Well, well well. Look who decided to finally wake up,” said a voice I knew all too well. It was Simon. He raised the dagger over me as I said, “Please. No...” As the knife came down for the final time all I saw was red, blood spurting from my head. At the last second, I was alive, I saw Simon stab himself. The final thing I thought to myself was, “At least it’s all over.” 

 

 

(But not the full story for Simon...)

 

 

 

 

Predictions of a New DEATH 

(The breaking of reality) 

 

Time? Unknown 

 

“Insanity, can change reality, perspective, and even a story without the need of justification, problems and faults in anything even a story about insanity is justified by the means of insanity itself.” 

When Simon was in the hospital bed, and smelt blood, fresh and oozing. He had lost track of everything that had happened in the day and only remembered parts of it. Half knew what was happening, and the other half was his mind corrupting him slowly. He would look at his surroundings but instead just focused on his broken mind. Visions broke his reality, he heard the screams of nobody, but the pain of everybody. He remembered his daughter. So sweet, with eyes like her mother and smiles like her father. Then he screamed, and his mind flashed to the memory of his daughter’s death. She was killed, by a drunk drug addict, and he made it Simon’s mission to avenge his daughter.  

“Eve will not die in VAIN!” He thought, not understanding anything anymore except for revenge. His plan was perfect, he had done everything right, and Mike lay unconscious below him. A silver crystal of death was held in his hand. Then the flood came, and he thought about his insanity, Mike’s pain, Eve’s pain, his pain, Eve’s death, reality, death, life, revenge, the multiverse, fear, trauma, memory, courage, intelligence… the world cracked under his mind. He thought about words, he knew each of them had a meaning that was so important, but he couldn't find it. The words came flooding in and he tried to figure out their meaning, multiply, feather, primary, regular, invasion, attic, cigarette, modernize, boom, tap, homosexual, shrink, order, mention, tune, bell, analysis, insistence, wrong, terms, vision, smell, midnight, tight, implicit, reach, assume, lock, feast, manager, satellite, marsh, leave, accountant. 

 A bead of sweat dropped from my head, then I thought that couldn’t have happened because it was freezing cold. My setting warped, and so were my intelligence and reasoning. It used to be the third person, but now it is the first person. How could you let this happen? Now it’s the second person, He broke the fourth wall, literally as he smashed it in anger. He had lost everything and reasoning, but who needed reasoning right now? Reasoning died a long time ago. Reasoning died with Eve. 

Nothing made sense, but nothing needed to. All he needed to do was kill Mike, but he couldn’t his life flashed before his eyes, because if his body would not be killed, his mind definitely would be. He had been shot by Malter Might, and betrayed by Pepperidge farm, nobody loved him, but did he love himself? Or did he hate himself? 

 His mind flashed, he saw himself 20 years younger, tucking Eve into bed, then himself as a baby. His mind hurt and so did his body. Just two seconds felt like an entire year. His psyche crashed and his mind melted. Mike coughed blood and stared straight up at Simon. Simon, controlled by his pure insanity, rage and maybe even the devil himself, propelled the blade into Mike’s head.  

Then he realized what he had done. Would Eve have liked this he thought. And he remembered her, as just a little child, then a middle schooler reading Heartstopper the graphic novel, (that was too graphic with $@* scenes), and her as a high schooler, peeking through her piles of books. And he knew what he needed to do; his sanity was no more. He could not live with that on his consciousness if he had any left, so he plunged the metal death into his gut with a terrifying squish.  

He smiled and rejoiced as the Grim Reaper in the form of Eve greeted him and took his cold and limp hand. 

“Are you the grim reaper?” Simon asked mentally. 

“No, why should death be so grim?” She said with a smile. He felt her hand, and she had a freezing cold hand, but it was warmer than his. 

“Why did you do it? Why did you kill him and yourself?” Death queried. 

“I couldn't live without avenging you, so I avenged you, but I couldn't let myself live after avenging you, so I didn’t. I ended myself.” 

She smiled, almost laughing, the reaper then looked down at him, his soul, his essence, she looked at his past, life, thoughts, action, pain, happiness, betrayal, anger, and mind. His broken mind, his smashed, ruptured, cracked, hurt, bust, fragmented, crushed, snapped, rent, torn, severed, mind. His mind, insanity, broken and new forged realities. Then and only then did she see him in his true form. 

 

 

Limbo 

(Simon) 

As I awoke in a new place, I recalled nothing, feeling and seeing nothing, with only my hearing to guide me. I walked for what felt like 5 minutes as my vision came back. The first thing I saw was glass, shattered glass. “How ironic,” I thought. It represented my mentality. Eve appeared in front of me for less than a second. And I saw something I had never seen before. Sanity. The world came into vision. I smelled sulfur and lemons. The air was ten times thicker than normal air; it was like I was breathing through ten different types of smoke. The landscape looked like a demonic version of a Canaletto. There was a plane that he was on that went on forever, and ever, and ever. But most notable was a black metal castle with glowing lights spreading across the infinite plane of existence.  

Then the winged form of Eve started to fade, like a whisper and for the first time, he saw her. She looked 20 years old, she was plated with emerald armor, but a black and gray cloth covered her. She held a beautiful onyx sword in one hand, instead of giving off light like the palace, like a black hole it sucked light away, and into whatever was beyond. He thought about how he had travelled to places people haven’t even dreamed of, and there were still questions to be answered. On the other hand, she held a skull. Simon wondered who it was, then like he had seen it every single day he knew. It was her skull. She held it in her hand, as a sign of honor, or to remind him of his wrongdoings. She had silver wings that didn’t flap in the air, but she still flew. Her face was inscrutable, like everything he had experienced recently, incomprehensible and mysterious.  

As she faded away from him, so did his sanity. She left, and his mind reeled back into insanity. And at the same time, the castle crashed. With the last ounce of sanity, he had left, he discovered that the castle was his sanity. She was the grim reaper, with the turn of her wrist she left, and once she left, he plunged into insanity again. And the castle became annihilated. Less than the ruins, at least those empires stood the test of time. It evolved but regressed, into something, that’s whole importance was the absence of anything. Since there was nothing, it tried to latch onto the bits of tangible thoughts and ideas it could get and delved deeper and deeper into the inferno of different rings, that is insanity. And in less time than can be recorded, he plummeted back into his home of insanity. 

He saw a light, but I knew it wasn’t the other side. The light got farther and farther away as I kept walking. I thought about why I killed Mike, and it finally came to me. My mind was always shattered. I let out a demonic laugh. I hoped Mike was rotting in hell. He deserved it after what he did to me and Eve. I came across my doorway and realized that life itself had no value. I saw flames, but I didn’t care, my life was already gone. I stepped into the flames, and thought, “Why can't I just die?” 

 

I awoke in a jungle, so serene yet so dangerous. It was paradise, but there is no such thing. If I had learned anything from the death of Eve, true serenity never existed, it can always be shattered. I ran, hoping that I would truly die. I jumped off a cliff and lost consciousness. I saw nothing and felt even less, for the first time ever I was in utter, and complete darkness. I was floating in an abyss, not even seeing my body. Then Simon felt pain, pain itself, the pure and distilled pain. Then Simon saw why he was in pain; he was staring straight at the skull of Eve. He floated in front of my head like a cruel joke. He tried to swat at it, but it stayed perfect, like a silver mask.  

Then, Simon thought, “I HATE YOU! YOU TORTURE ME CONSTANTLY!” Simon yelled at the skull without any sound. Then the skull changed, one singular drop of blood appeared in the eye socket of the skull. Then like a downpour of fear, blood flew and covered the skull. The silver was replaced by red, as her blood covered Simon himself. Then his favorite song started to play. 

“Hush little baby don’t you cry everything gonna be alright,” the lines played again and again and again. The form of Eve appeared again in front of him, everything was the same, but her skull was still floating. “You promised me that I would be safe, YOU LIED!” 

 

 

Purgatory 

(Simons closing chapter) 

 

Darkness, darkness, darkness. Was this limbo? No, no, this was something else. This was purgatory, I knew it would never end. I ran around and cried. “HOW COULD THIS BE HAPPENING!” Nothing was awaiting me. I realized this wasn’t hell, and I was lost. I lost of everything, my sanity, Eve, my life... I ran around frantically and screamed, the only thing I could do and comprehend. I finally lost it, I forgot who I was and simply walked, hoping I would finally end up somewhere. There were only two things I remembered, two names I remembered. Mike, and Eve. The darkness shrouded me, as I became a shell of my former self. I was lost in all ways; this was the end of my story. I thought to myself if this could have been avoided. I lost consciousness or I assumed I did. I was alive, but unable to comprehend.  

 

 

Conversation  

 

Time: No time ever. 

 

The form of Eve appeared in front of him.  

“Let me DIE!” Simon screamed, at her, himself, or just nothingness itself. 

“Death is about the loss of hope. You can get stabbed a trillion times, but if you still have hope, then you will stay alive.” She replied. 

“Fine! Then I should be dead!” He yelled, “I lost hope the day you died.”  

“It’s not that easy. Your mind is broken, so you can’t lose or gain anything.” 

“Then what do I do?” 

 

Time: ∞ 

 

I laughed, screamed, and cried. I couldn’t let go of myself.  No, I was done fighting. I tuned in to the sound of darkness and finally gave in. I became one with darkness, I became darkness. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

“Death is not the end. It is a new beginning.” 

 

 

- Allan Hamilton 

 

 

The End 

… or is it?

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Thanatophobia

 

I was at gunpoint on a train. In the city of Eden. The man who I owed a debt to was about to pull the trigger. Here I was, thinking that in Hong Kong, the gang would not remember. He spoke

“Any last words Alex?” I didn’t respond to the sentence. “Well, goodbye,” he exclaimed with a smirk. He then shot and I fell out of the train. “Well,” I thought, “This is it.” I embraced myself for the cold embrace of death, but it never came. I opened my eyes and gasped in shock. I was alive!? I got up, out of the waterfall I fell into. I thought to myself, that’s impossible, how am I alive? Blood leaked from my calf. I took scissors out of my backpack and cut some of my shirts. I then covered my wound with it. I opened my phone and used Google Maps to go back to the city. After 20 minutes, I was in the city, and I was going to get my revenge.

 

I ran through the streets, the massive glowing billboard illuminated my face at night, and even in the middle of the night, the streets were filled with people.

“Hey!” someone yelled in Cantonese. As I bumped into them, things went south. Someone grabbed me by the arm and shoved me to the ground. I jumped up but another one punched me in the head until I leaped back into a dumpster.

“队伍的尽头!” A man yelled in a full black suit. He pointed a gun at my face after I had crawled out of the metal bin.

With just the 4 seconds I had left I yelled, “我是不朽的!” The man with the gun was confused and looked at me like I was on something, then as he was stunned, I pried the gun from his hands and shoved it in his gut. “一招，死...” I whispered in his ear then yelled at the other two men. The man slowly lowered and dropped and knife in his hands.

“Oh no no. I am not letting you get away,” I said with a smirk. Something had changed, I was no longer weak, and I would get my revenge. I pulled out my gun and shot him in the stomach. Blood, dark red, and salty oozed from the wound. He said in his last moments, “How?” He then died. I let out a maniacal laugh, those who had wronged me were finished. I then walked around the city. I booked a hotel and watched YouTube. I got bored and at 3:00 am, I went out and found a gang robbing an older man. With a smile, I took a shot, and the leader of the gang’s head blew off. The other men looked around disgusted and horrified. They looked at me and pulled out a gun. I smiled and beckoned them to shoot. They shot, and blood came out of my arm. I knew I was all right and walked close to them. One of them said

“恶魔?!”

“Hunter!” The man whispered right before I was going to pull the trigger.

“Yes… YES!” I screamed,” That is his name, Hunter Gomez. Bring me to him and I will spare your life.” Hunter was the man who shot me and almost killed me, and since then he had become a kingpin crime boss of the Hong Kong mafia. He and the other men walked with me to Starlink Tower where he lived. I ordered the other men to leave, and I and the man walked into the building. He scanned his fingerprint and opened the one-meter-thick titanium door. He instantly put a gun to my skull, and without thinking I shot him. He fell to the ground, he twitched but quickly went still. Then because his finger was not on the scan the doors started to close. I leaped through as his body was crushed like Press. It crushed the lifeless body as blood spurted over me and bones cracked. It colored the silver doors red. Hunter acts more like a god than a human, (he wishes he were me). The room was massive, it looked the length of a football field. The roof was sapphire glass. The room was filled with modern furniture. And at the very end was Hunter on a massive throne.

“You have some nerve,” he said.

“I don’t have thanatophobia!”

I smiled and cocked my head back. “You think you can kill me?” I said with amusement in my tone. He took out an AK-37 and shot. I laughed as it hit me, blood came out, but it didn’tmatter.  I charged at him, he stabbed me and poisoned me but none of it mattered. I came close to him, so close I could hear his breathing... then he got me. As I got close to him, my mouth opened and as I screamed at him, he popped a white pill in my mouth. Then everything got fuzzy, and I fell asleep. When I woke up, I was chained to the ground, and I couldn't move. My bleeding had helped him, I was in a circle of my blood and candles descended from the roof. And in his hand was the book of Crisonia. He was chanting a spell from it. The spell to repel demons. Before he betrayed me, we raided an ancient tomb and there was the book of Crisonia. I ripped it and since then I had been immortal.

“超强发现超强发现超强发现超强发现超强发现超” This was the spell to renounce demons. My skin burned like it was made of lava. This couldn’t be happening. I tried to break free of my bonds, but Hunter kicked me back down, and I stayed down. I broke free before the spell was completed, but I knew some of my immortality was gone. I jumped out of the building, hoping that my immortality would at least reduce the pain. I felt a sharp sting as I fell but was otherwise fine. Hunter took a shot, but it didn’t matter.  If I had a bit of immortality, I would be fine. Then he knocked me down to my feet and cast the final part of the spell. I felt my skin boil and burn, I was thrown out of the window as the air stabbed me. At least I would have it over soon. I plummeted to the ground, and I thought, why me?

Then everything went dark. I woke up in a sea of dead seeds. Looming over me is Satan. The area had rivers of lava going horizontally and vertically, Satan sat on an obsidian throne. He was red and flames danced on his shoulders, he had golden armor and crimson horns.

“Karma must be served!” He yelled, “You will be REBORN! Before you had the power of a demon, now you will have the power of the devil!” I burned and melted, but not like before when my powers were taken away, now it is calming, and soothing. I rose from the sidewalk but not in my body before, in Satan’s new and powerful body. I threw fireballs at the building and incinerated it. But I kept the last room floating in the air. I flew in the window I had previously thrown out of and burned Hunter Gomez. I flung him around like a plaything. Then I pulled up a screen of his family. I watched as their bodies burned into fiery ash. He screamed but I didn’t kill them, I teleported them with some extra pain... I was the true demon, the devil, SATAN!

“The lunch lady dead, the janitor dead, the principal dead, your teacher is dead, security fled, the city is now red!”

I soared to the top of the city. And threw down a wall fire. On each side, I put a magical fireball.

There are two sides and 1 hour. If one group presses the fireball the other side dies but if neither of them presses the button, then there is a 50/50% chance you die. I waited to the very end and no team had pressed until a man by the name of Simon Mcbombrizzington pressed the fireball and 3.9 million people (about twice the population of New Mexico) got incinerated. He also burned. Next, I put a fireball and took it down the wall. I have something all of you want and every time you press the button a random person dies. The perfect game for the devil...

I watched as evil people press the button and random innocents died. First, the skin burns away. Then their eyes turn red. And lastly, their screams echo through their ashy carcass. It and then I thought what was a perfect game for the devil, what is the perfect way to torture somebody, and you know what I thought, I created the best way to torture everyone, everyone on Earth is just part of my torturous game.         

 

The End

 

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Ideology

 

A bad night and a worse mission

 

Time: 1:10 AM

 

(The backstory of Malter might. 5 years before chasing Mike)

 

I was tied up. It was a dark concrete room with only one light and one door. I smelled burnt things I don’t know about, (and don’t want to know about) and the smell of congealed blood. I knew this was the doing of the mafia. My hand was bound by a butterfly knot. The rope was so tight it cut off circulation to my hand and sawed away my hands.

“Tell us where you hid the money,” somebody said in an ominous tone. I learned a lot from my mentor, Saul. I silently yet quickly untied the knot. Four men were standing in front of me, and another was in the shadows, hiding his face and his voice. The main one in the light cocked his gun and pointed it at my head.

 

“Let me make this real easy for you. You give us what we want, or we mess you up. REAL BAD.” Another one in the light added, “He will put a hole through your head, and find the money another way if you don’t tell us where it is.” Malter knew what to do. He pulled the rope in his hands and twisted it around the man’s neck. He throttles the man and in a couple of seconds got his gun and shot the three other people with firearms. One had a Glock, another pistol, and the last revolver. Then he beat up the other one and turned to confront the man in the shadows. I shot a bullet at him, but nothing happened. Then he jumped from the shadows. He punched me in the head and pinned me to the ground until I had no chance of escaping, fighting back, or even breathing. 

 

“You will find the money that you hid and the other money that Mike hid. Or you die. Do you understand?” He commanded. He threw me up and kicked me. Then as I tried to fight him, he shot me in the back. Then again, then again. I ran away as fast as I could, not looking back, and hoping that I wouldn’t need to. I charged into a new street, I didn’t know where I was, and the mafia had ripped all the street signs off the walls. It was dark around 1:00 Am. All I remembered was being in Scurge, the Irish pub. I was talking to a client when I felt a prick in my back, and everything went dark. Then I was thrown into this situation. The Moon watched over me like it was following my escape. I then tried to remember where I put the money.

 

Then it hit me.

 

… Literally. A car slammed into me, crushing my ribcage, and knocking me to the floor. The people in the car tried to dump some gasoline on me, but I rolled out of the way, as they set where I would have been on fire.

 

Then it hit me.

 

… Metaphorically. I had given the money to Mike. He said that he would give it back, but he hadn’t. And he had the other money too. I knew I had to get that money if I didn’t want to die. He would regret not giving it to me.

 

Time: 4 years later, finding Mike

 

“Thank you,” I said, I had found a mutual ally, he wanted Mike dead just as much as I wanted my money back. He had told me Mike’s location in exchange that I would fight him. I ran to the location as fast as I could. It was an abandoned warehouse, named Ekim on 4 Thief Street. I had seen weirder coincidences before, so I kept going. The warehouse looked the same size as the lighthouse but ten times darker. The only light was the moon, but this time, the moon was not watching me, but helping me. All my years of training, hardship, and suffering led to this… gun in hand I set off. I hid in the long shadows cast by the buildings, the only thing I heard was silence and a few crickets. The air smelled of moisture and wet metal. Without a second thought, I shot the three hinges of the door and burst in. I guess stealth was gone. I shot rounds, not at anything but just for the noise and the fear. Mike was an addict, a drunk, and on a bad day, he was roped into the mafia. I shot the lamps and glass rain down like it was hell. 

 

“If I didn’t get the money I would be in hell,” I thought to myself, pushing the idea away and running through layer and layer and layer of this massive warehouse. 

“He-l-l-oooooh,” Mike said in a sing-song voice. It vibrated through the building like a body less echo. Then I heard something different. I ran up the staircase faster than my legs could take me and found the floor he was on. I shot into the shadows hoping to hit him. Then he ran to the balcony, over the balcony I saw I watched in horror as I saw a car speeding down the street, striking a girl on the road as she walked towards her car. I could see her body being thrown into the air before it landed on the pavement with a thud. Even up on the balcony, I could see blood from her mouth, her lifeless eyes staring into nothing. I looked down at her legs and noticed that they were both bent at impossible angles. And the person who came out of the car… Mike himself. I had trained for years and years how to dodge a bullet, especially from far away, but I couldn’t take my eyes off what he had just done. Then it happened. It was loud. It was so loud I didn’t even hear the shotgun itself as a distinct sound; instead, it was the bell-like ringing as the sound echoed around the hall, I was in.

 

I didn’t feel pain. Or impact. Instead, it was more like massive heat. Which rapidly turned into a sort of throbbing tingling numbness. I knew something had happened, but my mind hadn’t quite caught up with it. I staggered and fell on my knees, mostly aware of a feeling of intense wrongness with my entire back and upper body.

Unexpectedly I hawked up a cup of bright arterial blood. I hadn’t even felt the reflex coming; one moment I’m on my knees, and the next there is blood spattering across the floor. Then I fell over. I was in shock, mostly. Could barely move, see, or hear.

 

That’s when I finally started feeling actual pain. Not so much from my back, which was hamburger by this point but felt like a gaping pit. No, what was getting my whole attention was that every time I took a breath there would be a stabbing pain so my whole chest locked up tight, squeezing the air back out. I knew if I didn’t do anything I would die. I used all my strength to army-crawl to the edge of the balcony. Then, before I blacked out, I dropped my gun off the edge, it flew down the floors of the warehouse, like an angel, and if it worked it really would be an angel in disguise. It soared, I stopped breathing and stared down at it until it landed on the phone. I pressed the button to auto-call 911, I didn’t have a plan once they learned about me to explain my actions, it was a chance. And if I have learned anything after my years, if there is anything you need in this job, it’s just a chance.

 

 

Resurrection and Rebirth

(Dream)

 

Time: 1-2:00 AM

 

Yeah, this had been a really bad day. But now I was in complete darkness, with no way to smell, move, or see and it was hard to even breathe. But there was one thing I could see, the girl on the street with a shirt that said, “Hi my name is EVE!” I knew this was not going to be good…

 

“Hi!” said a voice. I jumped; I didn’t know where it was coming from, but I did know who it came from.

 

“Simon?” I said into the darkness. He laughed a mysterious and incomprehensible laugh.

 

“Are you there?” I steamed into an abyss. I was met with silence, my mind raced, recalled all the past moments that had happened, and shot back to the present. I repeated, calling Simon and finally asking.

 

“Are you here?” I said again to the darkness.

 

“Time is relative, I am darkness, and also you should stop dreaming.”

 

“What do you mean-” I started to ask but what cut off when Simon continued talking like a god?

 

“I heal your wounds, impairments, harms, and injuries. I heal your MIND. You are blessed that you don’t have a broken one, I heal your fear, and I provide you the ability to DEFEAT MIKE ONCE AND FOR ALL! BRING HIS DOOM, RUIN, DESTRUCTION, AND DOWNFALL! I will give you the power to live and you in exchange will kill him. You are a prince of darkness. Now… WAKE UP!!!”

 

 

Look at where you are! Look at where you started! The fact that you’re alive Is a miracle

(Reality)

 

 

 

 

 

I woke up with a jolt, my life had always been crazy. But talking to a crazy weirdo who wanted to kill Mike, talked like he was a god, he crowned me the prince of darkness and left.

I could process that later, but first I needed to know where I was. I was tied up, against a pole, and that pole and hanging over the edge of a river. To add insult to injury the people in front of me were the man in the shadows and Mike himself. Before I even tried to process what was happening, I remembered my past. I was a child in Texas when my family was killed. A man then encountered me a told me a way to get revenge. After less than a year, I was a better assassin than almost everyone else. I have been shot so many times I should be dead, I have been stabbed so much I should look like a chopping board, poisoned so many times I should be a corpse and I should be mush by the times acid has been thrown on me. But alas, life has chosen me to keep living, so I better survive.

 

 

 

Reflection

With all the might that I had left, I broke through and fell into the rapids. I saw the Man in the shadows and Mike cast a shocked look at me. I let the rapids cast me to wherever they were going.

 

Time: 6 months later; going to find Mike and the man in the shadows

 

This was it; I had amassed great power and wealth from my immortality. It was a blessing as much as a curse. I leaped from my chair. I would only die when I killed Mike. I had figured out where he was. I walked until I saw him, He was wearing a suit with an Eldredge knot. I pulled out a revolver and shot. He ducked, the bullet grazing his ear. Blood drained from his ear. I then revealed my presence as he pulled a Glock out and took aim. I decided this would be it. He took a shot and I dodged to the side. We shot at the same time, and both got hit in the head. I started bleeding out. NO, HE WILL DIE FIRST. I popped special medicine to slow my death as I said, “Not so weak anymore, Huh.” As I bled out, His plain white shirt became blood red. Then something clicked... I realized why Mike had been doing all of this even though he was a good person. The man in the shadows was Simon’s brother. Simon’s entire family was insane, and his brother was the master of the mind. He could hypnotize people easily, and he had hypnotized Mike. He had been controlling Mike to do his dirty work. He wanted me and Mike dead, so he made us kill each other, and he didn’t do anything. So then with the last energy I had, I gave him a pill that I had. It was to make anyone survive anything, but I only had one. His wound healed, and he ran as fast as he could, but before he left, he shot me. I forgive him but even when he wasn’t hypnotized, he shot me and ran. I took deep breaths and remembered; I couldn’t die until he did. Then my phone rang.

“HEY!” It was Simon, and he had something important to say, “Go to this location,” he sent me an address, “That’s his house, go to it in four days, then you will be free of life.” I finally took a rest and thought, “I NEED TO END THIS!”

 

 

 

The End