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06/17/2017 12:06 PM
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MARVELOUS [ INCOMPLETE ]
She hated when he got like this. Riled up, fists out, and a pugnacious smirk on his face. It was never backing down, or doing what was safe, it was winning. Because that's all this really was, wasn't it? It was all a game.But, games were supposed to be fun, weren't they? They were supposed to make you laugh, intrigue you, push you to your limits, yet all this game did was bring sorrow, misery, and regret.
Her coconut colored eyes stared up at her older brother, who was in the ring. He could tag out at any moment, but he didn't. Instead, he stood there, taking off his hat, waving it about with an arrogant grin. Beneath him was an unconscious body of a poor fool who didn't know what they were getting into. To her, it was always saddening to see these people. Supposedly this was a large PVP arena, and her and her brother were famed for tag-team fighters.
"8bit, 8bit, 8bit!" The people in the crowds cheered.
It sounded so encouraging, but it all just a show, wasn't it? These NPCs were just programmed to cheer for whoever was in first place. Or... at least that's what she had been told. When her older brother glanced down to her presence standing near the ring, she gave a brief, but forced smile.
He could tell by her eyes that she was unhappy, but truthfully, this was all he knew he could do to make life at least decent for them. Still, he had a charade to keep up when he was in that ring. His voice called out to the people in the crowd.
"Yuh wanna show, or what? Tell me to finish 'em, and I'll do it! Fatality, Brutality, sh*t, it's in my f***in' mentality! Say the words, and it's GAME OVER fuh him!"
8bit seemed so confidant as he said those words, yet his she felt so unsettled. She knew this was an act. She knew it was just for show, but it was horrible to think that this was her brother. And even if it were an act, it was an act that would end in a very violent reality.
The people in the crowds continued with their violent encouragements. 8bit picked the beaten fool up, and off the floor. She could see in his eyes that felt remorse, guilt, and hated what he did. His lips moved, and spoke. She couldn't hear it, but by the way his mouth moved, it was likely he had said, 'I'm sawhry, but it's game over fuh you, pal.'
After that brief moment of sympathy, he went back to his act. He used his power-up arm to grind his opponents head into the floor of the arena. The battle was over, and that man was either dead, or he'd never walk again. She closed her eyes, tightening them as much as she could. She could never watch these parts.
"It's just a game. It's just a game. It's just a..." she whispered to herself, her hands covering her ears so she couldn't hear any of it.
She gulped. It was a game, but even if it was 'just a game,' that person had still lost, and in such a humiliating defeat. She uncovered her ears, and opened her eyes, only to hear the announcer of the arena scream out,
"And we have a winner! Rocky '8bit' Marvelous, and his sister, Anna 'Pixels' Marvelous! Also known as... THE SUPER MARVELOUS TWINS!"
No. She didn't want to take another victory in front of everyone, so instead of going back onto the arena, she turned away and ran back to the locker rooms in the back area. When she reached the area, she huffed and puffed.
If this was all a game, and the game was forcing people to hurt each other, was there really any point in winning? Wouldn't a game like this have the players unite? It didn't make sense to her, and instead she saw this game as nothing more than something to convince losers that they could win.
Only losers would resort to doing whatever they could to win.Which meant she was a lose--
"PIXIE!"
Her thought was cut off by a familiar voice, It was her older brother. He looked stern, and upset. In his hand, he had a wad of cash.
"Where the f*** ya goin'? Ya know it's dangerous out here! Enemies gonna swahm ya, and like I told'ja before, we ain't got no extra lives in this sh*t hole."
"R-Right, sawhry about that, Bit. I-I just couldn--"
His overbearing, protective, apologetic nature immediately caused him to place pal on the side of her arm. She was a few inches taller than him, but he was built like a fighter, with moves to accommodate.
"Nah, it ain't ya fault, Pixie. It's my fault. Crowd was pretty damn loud. Let's get outta 'ere. No point in stayin' with this pricks."
Her older, red wearing brother grabbed her wrist, and gently pulled her along. They eventually reached outside area of the arena. It was a dark, cold, back alley, and their current residence, despite being nomads most of the time, was only a few blocks away.
The twins made their ways down the street. 8bit had little to say, as he was too
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06/16/2017 09:29 PM
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KW3 Spotlights
"And now we're back with the Beast of America, hosted by former president, Lyle McShidobag!"
A catchy tune played as the lights on the Talk Show set flashed on. In the main chair was former president, Lyle McShidobag. His sloppy comb-over, messy suit, and no-nonsense, douchey face could be recognized for miles. There wasn't a soul in the world who didn't know former Kill Watch member, and former president, Lyle McShidobag.
"Hello, and we're back!" Lyle greeted to a camera that was recording. "And we're with two guests who are highly topical. Let me reintroduce my first guest, April!"
The moment he said her name, a light shined on a dark-skinned woman wearing a flashy get-up and newsboy hat. She smiled and gave a wave, flashing her shiny, brightly painted finger nails.
"My second guess is the woman out of time. The blast from the past, Adene Mengel!"
The spotlight now on Adene, a curvaceous, well-dressed, light-skinned, and fair-haired woman with bright, blue eyes. She smiled to the camera, and gave a salute. Lyle laughed at the salute that the woman had given, as it was dated, and no longer relevant in the current day and age.
"Whoa, Adene, you may want to stop with the saluting. We don't do that anymore these days."
Adene lowered her hand, and smiled awkwardly. She couldn't believe that she was dragged into this for publicity of all things. But, her beloved Fuehrer would be so proud if he could see her today. She was living for him, and doing what he wanted. She just knew it!
Her eyes shifted over to April who sat with her leg crossed in a comfortable chair much like the one she had been sitting in herself. A scowl was on her face. To think they were just letting her kind waltz around freely as if they had statehood and rights among other things. Hitler would be most displeased. She shook her head, and turned to face Lyle.
"So," Lyle chuckled, "When we last left off, we were talking about April's new album which drops later this week, and of course..." Lyle glanced over to Adene. "What you think of today's music, culture, and government. After all, you're from a very different time, aren't you, Adene?"
The attention had been drawn to her. Mwah-ha-ha! She could feel that this was her time to show her undying charisma. She had so much charisma that the crowds watching may even mistake her for a female version of her beloved Fuehrer. This was too perfect! Now was time to bear it all!
"O-Oh, "Oh, I loffe your culdure, und I loffe your muzic, und I loffe zee Trinity! Zey run zis vorld vith ein iron fist. Arh ! Ein iron fist to crusch zeir obonents! MUCH LIKE ZEE GREAT HIT--"
She hadn't even recognized that she was now shouting. Her shouts gave the audience a confused frightened feeling in their hearts. It also didn't help that she was now saluting to a man that had been dead for over a hundred years. Lyle, April, and the rest of the audience seemed taken aback by this sudden outburst. This made Adene silence herself, and slowly sit back down in her seat.
She smiled awkwardly. How foolish of her. Her love for her Fuehrer had simply gone overboard! He would have accepted it if he had been watching, even if she had made a mistake. After all, she was his favorite girl, and anyone who said that she was wrong, and it that Eva Braun was his actual favorite was a fool! She was the smartest, most dedicated, well-trained Aryan choice of his. She was Hitler's number 1 girl!
"Okay..." Lyle coughed, trying his hardest to break the ice. He looked to April. "What about you, April? What do you think about the Trinity, our government, and music today?"
"Well," April spoke softly, "You know that I'm labeled under Tricia Peter's company, so of course Tricia is my girl. And of course I support th--"
Adene looked bored out of her mind. She rested her cheek on her palm, blowing some hair out of her face. This negro woman was blabbing her mouth off, when she shouldn't have been speaking in the first place. When she changed the world in Hitler's image, April would be the first one to go. Yes... yes... She HAD to. She could practically hear Hitler praising her for getting rid of that stupid singer.
Ahhh, Hitler. What a glorious man, with a glorious, handsome, mustache. She remembered the last day that she had seen him. It was the day of the operation. Her memories were taking her back to that time and place. A smile curled on her lips.
It was a day she could never forget. A day of wonder. The day that Hitler chose her. Hitler had chosen her in the very beginning due to her academics. She was, unlike most females, the most intelligent prodigy in all of Germany. And during the war, he had his soldiers look for the most talented women in all of Germany for a special project. A project that he had been developing with Dr. Hiroaki Ravencroft, a Japanese scientist who was in talks with Hitler to change the world of science in a way unlike any other.
Adene was a brilliant M.D., surgeon, veterinarian, and neuroscientist. She was so gifted that she was recognized as an important figure for her time, even if she had been a woman. So important that the charming, lovely Mr. Hitler took note. He had summoned her one afternoon detailing his and Dr. Ravencroft's plan.
It was a plan for bloodlines to live on, and it was brilliant. The concept was simple. It was to make one life into many, and combine the DNA of someone exceptional with another exceptional being, and create the perfect human being. She, with her Aryan appearance, would be one of the few women to carry another form of Hitler inside of her. Her perfection was why Hitler had chosen her, and she took a great pride in this.
But, Hitler was weary of what may happen in the future. While he knew his beliefs would never die, he knew he couldn't risk losing his own bloodlines, and in order to preserve what him and Dr. Ravencroft had planned, he was going to freeze the women to carry his bloodlines, and wake them up in different time periods, just in case, and his bloodlines would would succeed him.
Adene remembered the giddiness she felt when preparing for the procedure to frozen. Though she would be asleep for years, she knew that this would be for the greater cause, for a greater nation, a stronger nation! She would be the mother to a new world, with Hitler blessing shining upon her. It was all wonderf--
"What do you think, Adene?" Lyle called out to the nazi.
Adene shook her head, breaking free from her daydream.
"V-Vat vas zee gueszion? I'm zorry, I didn't hear."
She was making herself look bad. No, it wasn't her... it was them! They were making her look bad by not thinking she looked good. Hitler would be so ashamed... of them! Never of her.
"The question is what do you think of these people who stand against the government, and choose to rebel against the law. Take the Kill Watch for example. They work within the realms of the law, and under the trinity. But, these so-called 'heroes' like this Dark Protector, and that mentally ill Shark Babe, and even Summer Masing, who was recently imprisoned -- They do whatever they want. It's complete anarchy, don't you think?"
Adene smirked, and raised a eyebrow. She knew what to do with people who rebelled. She had seen quite a bit of actions from those who rebelled. She knew how to deal with them. She knew how to destroy her opponents, and with her sheer charisma, she would convince them what to do, and show them that she was a natural born leader destined to make the world in purer image!
"GAS ZEM! PURN ZEM! IZOLATE ZEM! DESTROY ZEM! MWA-HA-HA-HA-HA-AH-HA-HA!"
Once again she was now standing, and laughing manically, which made everyone in the studio stare in confusion and uneasiness. The nazi gulped. What was it? Were these people stupid? They must have been, because she was overflowing with Hitler's charisma! She slowly sat back down.
Lyle coughed, and slicked back his hair with his hand awkwardly.
"Alright. I think we'll take a break now, but stay tuned, because we're not done with April or Adene."
Adene shook her head. When they came back from the break, she would definitely have to prove herself in some way or another. She just had to.
"And we're back with The Beast of America, hosted by me, Lyle McShidobag. With me, I have the sensation sweeping the only nation that counts, April! And our mysterious woman from the past, Adene Mengel."
The talk-show studio had a catchy tune play as April and Adene waved to the cameras.
"Before we took our break, I was talking to my two beautiful guests about the increasing troubles that people like The Dark Protector, Shark Babe, and of course, Summer Masing pose to us. It's important to know where our national icons stand when it comes to the Trinity. Summer Masing is the cause for characters like this even appearing. Her presence alone distributes a sense of entitlement to the people. She's been an active member in trying to disrupt the balance that the Trinity gives. When these people start following her, doing whatever they want, thinking that they own this world, they stand for nothing but anarchy, chaos, and death. While the Trinity stands for life."
Lyle chuckled, he looked a bit winded after that speech.
"But," he went on, "Maybe we should move the topic to something more light. Like April. April, you're an international icon to everyone currently. Your newest hit is number one, and your ass, and there is A LOT OF IT is considered to be the sexiest among most of celebrities. Some even wonder if it's real. Could the viewers get a glimpse of it?"
April stood up. Her yellow painted lips curled into a small smile.
"Of course~" she trilled, getting to her feet. She turned around showing her large rump. "I'm not one to disappoint my fans!"
"Wow, look at that!" Lyle chuckled, with the entire audience gasping. "That thing is huge. You're not just superstar, but you're a star with it's own gravitational pull with something massive."
Adene crossed her arms and rolled her eyes. This was pointless! This harlot negress was distracting the group from what really mattered, which was HER, and the new reign that would be upon them.
"I-I..." The nazi stuttered out, trying her hardest to get the attention back on her.
However, Lyle seemed to be too entranced in the negress' round behind.
"April, show us some of your dance moves, and do your signature, 'I'm in danger!' thing."
April then shook her behind, and started to move her feet, sway her hips, and dance unlike any other. It was undeniable that she was talented. This only make Adene despise her more. She was a negress AND a whore. How dare her think she any better?
"Ow-ow-ooooow~!" April sang out, "I'm in danger, baby!"
"Bravooooooo!" Lyle said as he stared at the dark-skinned woman with complete lust.
The entire audience was captivated by something so ridiculous, avoiding their problems, and societies problems with such filth. Adene stood up. She couldn't handle it anymore. This is NOT what her beloved Fuhrer would have wanted from the world. This was the opposite. This was revolting in everyway! Hitler would have despised it. Now was her time to take action. Now was her time to take control. Now was her time to shine!
"STOOOOOOOOOOP!" Adene yelled, swiping her arms back and forth repeatedly. "Zis is vat you find as enterdaining?! Zis is vat you zink zee vorld is made out of?! Lyle McSchido has prought attenzion to ein enemy! Ein enemy vo DARES sdand in zee vay of zee Trinity, und yet ve giffe our attenzion to ein nigress vith ein apnormally large puttocks!? VHAT has zis vorld come to? Zis 'Dark Brotector', zis 'Schark-Pabe,' zis 'Zummer Mazing,' -- Zey boze ein threat to our fery exisdence, und yet ve delude ourzelffes in zee tembtazions of bhyzical form?!"
April had stopped dancing, and soon sat her ass down. She felt a bit intimidated by Adene's sudden outburst. Lyle, on the other hand, smirked at seeing such a passionate woman taking interest in the Trinity's politics.
"So, I guess this conversation wasn't over, was it?" Lyle chuckled.
"It's far from offer, McSchido! It has chust pegun! Zis vorld is dying pecauze of beople vo threaten our vay of life! Vo threaden zee vay of zee Trinity! Ve need to pring zem to chusdice! Ve need to destroy zem! Ve need to purn zem! Ve need to vibe zem from zee face of zee earth! In mein time, beople vo petrayed our nazion vere taken care of, now prusched offer! Zis Dark Brotecdor needs to pe prought to CHustice! Schark-Pabe too! Not for me, not for zee trinity, put for US ALL! Zey are zee reazon zere are broblems in our vorld! Zey are zee reazon ve vill fail! Until zee vorld is cleanzed of zeze beople, our vorld, vay of life, und our habiness vill DIE!"
Everyone in the audience was quiet, but soon started clapping. Lyle McShido also started to clap. He felt proud that such a woman had graced him and his audience. No one whoever came on his show felt so passionately like he did.
"Wow, that was moving." Lyle stated in awe.
""R-Really? O-Oh, I chust threw zomething together. Arh ! It vas nein pig deal, really. Chust ein sbeech. Arh ! Zough, I am zure mein fuehrer vould haffe loffed it." Adene replied with a blush. People actually liked her! She DID have the charisma of Hitler himself.
"You're absolutely right, Adene. But how do we stop people like this?" Lyle asked.
People in the audience started to yell out as well.
"It's true! How do we?"
"I'm scared!"
"Think about the children! Dark Protector is a menace to Society!"
"Shark Babe has great tits! SHE NEEDS TO BE STOPPED!"
Adene realized that this really was her moment of opportunity.
"... I know how. You vould chust haffe to leaffe it to me. Arh ! Allow me to make all of zis country ein bromize! Zee Dark Brotector, along vith Schark Pabe vill pe imbrizoned vithin zee next three months! Zen ve vill liffe in beace, zecurity, und habiness! Trust in me, as I trust in zee trinity, as zee trinity trusts in zee beople!"
More of the audience was getting riled up. It seemed Adene really did have a way with speaking. Hitler would be proud.
After her interview with Lyle McShido, Adene walked out of the filming talk-show's filming studio. This night had gone better than planned. She was eventually picked up by a long limousine. Hitler had stored away funds for each of the women he had planned to carry his bloodlines. And with interest building, she was well-off. More than most people in the world. In fact, she was richer than even some of the most famous of celebrities.
Her thoughts went back to Hitler. It was sad when she had awoken. So much had happened. She remembered waking from her lengthy slumber. They were going to inseminate her with Hitler's child, and in this new, bright future, she would lead the perfect race to victory. However... Hitler's reproductive fluids that they had saved were dead, and had been for quite sometime.
Her exact feeling after learning this news was a melancholy. She had spent most of her time moping around. Until, of course, she watched the television and saw that people in political power still ruled. This Trinity Demise had taken over in a way that Hitler could have only imagined, and she wanted their power. With their power, she could even become what her fuehrer couldn't: omnipresent, and near omnipotent, and lead the world into a Germanic-ruled state! Mwahahaha! It was brilliant!
That's why she had convinced herself to go on that show as someone who was born in the past. That's why she had to show that she could lead. Nazism had been dead for years, according to what she had learned. The Trinity of Demise had cleansed such a perfected ideology from it's history, knowledge, and widespread values, and she was going to return it. But, much like her beloved fuehrer, she would need to take her time, and get the public on her side.
So far, things were going well. Better than she had even anticipated! Now she needed to fulfill her promise, and get The Trinity to notice her for what she truly was: the savior of this rotting world. There was only one way to do that: defeat the enemies of her enemies, and infiltrate them as an ally.
The neo-nazi had arrived at her residence in a timely fashion thanks to her accelerated speed of her limo. She exited the vehicle and immediately went to the basement of her estate. Here was a lab where she had been studying and learning for months. Scattered tables, different vials, dishes, tubes, and other science equipment cluttered the laboratory.
On her main desk in the lab she had books that looked as if they had been worn by extensive reading. There were many book written by Dr. Desdemona Demonica and Maria LeVay, her protege. Their topics were keeping one alive through death without the means of the supernatural.
Then, she had a book written by Pippi Pawper, a world famous dog whisperer who had died twenty or thirty years ago. Her works with the canine species was phenomenal, and she needed information. Unlike canines, people were unreliable, and often traitorous. That's what she needed dogs. A new, German breed of dog, built strong, and built perfected!
Lastly, she had books written by robotics expert, Professor Madison A. Watanabe. They would prove themselves to be beneficial to her plan, as she would need technology to make this work. Her brain was imprinted with such knowledge, and could not be forgotten.
On several experimental metal body slabs, she had German Shepards heads which were being kept alive by tubes, and various other equipment. Their eyes, tongue, mouth, and brain were all responsive to touch, smell, and sight. It was gruesome, but nessecary, and these animals wouldn't die. After all, she loved the furry creatures with all of her heart, and wouldn't kill them in cold blood.
Adene's form approached the dog's gruesome, decapitated head, and gently pet it under it's chin.
"Our time is now." she whispered into the dog's ear. The nazi had a sinister smirk on her face.
-- 3 weeks later: Midriff, New York --
"So, are you coming or not, Tom?" Midori's voice could be heard through the Cellular Eye Network implanted in the teen's head.
"I'm sorry, Midori, I'm just not up to party."
"Holy Rain Rivers, Tom! You've become so schwiggin' boring ever since Stacy died. Seriously, get over it. The rest of us have."
"I-It's not that, Dori!" Tom snapped back, "I'm just not comfortable with clubbing. So shcwag off, and back off. I got stuff to do with Amoxil tonight."
"You're going to miss the biggest schwagging party of our high school lives, and you'd rather play superhero? Not only that, but you KNOW I'm going away soon to work with Pinkerton Animation soon. This is one of the last times we'll be... a, y'know, couple. Then I'll only see you on TV when Lyle McShido is smack talking you. C'mon, Tom! This is DJ Electric Love we're talking about! Her club is the shwig!"
"..." Tom sighed.
"Tommy, you there?" Midori called out, "Hellooooo?"
"I can't, I'm sorry. I just... can't."
Click. Tom tapped the side of his head and hung up the phone. Amoxil, who was in the shape of Tom's backpack could soon be heard.
"Jeez, she's pushy. She needs to smoke a bowl, and chill, man."
"Shut up, Amoxil."
"Why didn't you just break it off with her when you could have, man?"
Tom drew a heavy sigh once again.
"I dunno. Obligation? Desperation? C'mon, I don't need this lecture."
"Alright, sore subject. Sorry..."
"Thanks, now be quiet."
Midori's words had really stung him. In fact, they were like wounds. Did he need to move on from Stacy's death? He wasn't sure. Him and Amoxil had been walking towards a nearby convenience store when Midori had called. Of course, Amoxil could have turned into some sort of transportation, but Tom needed the walk. Walking all the time gave him time to think. Time to think was usually consumed by one thought: Stacy.
The motives of her drug-abuse was unknown to him, and it was all because he never inquired. Midori was a reminder of the mistake that he made, yet for some reason he hadn't left her yet. He should have, but hadn't. He should have went for a nice girl. Someone who was actually a decent person, and not someone who was just great in at schwagging.
When Tom and Amoxil arrived at the store, they entered. They searched around the various aisles, and picked up a few supplies. Tom's mom had wanted him to pick up some dairy products, and after collecting them, he went to the check-out counters. There, Pyonpi-Workers immediately scanned the products with one glance, and immediately took credit-currency from a person's bank account.
Tom placed the items he purchased in Amoxil so he could hold them in place. Right when Tom and Amoxil were about to exit through the store's doors, he accidentally bumped into another person. He fell back, and held his head.
"Holy schwig, watch where you're goi--"
Sweet Mother of Tricia. Who was this? She was gorgeous. A green cap, shiny, cyber-punk clothes. Long, dark hair which was tied in a ponytail. And on her chest? A decent bust. Oh boy, bumping into a such sexy girl out of nowhere? Was this destiny?
She herself had fallen on her likely round behind. He'd have to give a double take when he was watching her leave. The girl held her head as well.
"I-I'm real sorry 'bout that," she said softly in her cute, little accent. "Didn't mean'ta bump into y--"
"N-N-No, not at all. It was my fault. Wasn't paying attention, and sometimes I can be a real schwig-head."
Tom stood up, and reached for the girl's hand, pulling her to her feet.
"So, uhh, you shopping?" Tom asked the girl casually, trying her hardest to make small talk.
"Y-Yeah, me'n my brotha were just about'ta --"
"Pixie, who the f*** is this?"
A grisly, red-wearing man with stubble and dark hair approached the scene. His right arm was entirely made of metal. Or at least that's what it looked like.
"You eye ballin' my sistah, you sack'a sh*t? You want me to chain'n'chomp ya balls?"
Tom bet he could take this schwigging a**hole, but decided to take a more passive route.
"No sir," he replied timidly. "Just bumped into her. It was my bad. I'll be go--"
"Yeah, you'll be leavin'."
The man grabbed the teen by the collar with his metal arm, and threw him outside of the store with a colossal force. Tom was zooming by through the air with how fast, and how far he had been thrown. In fact, was about to hit another building. The impact would be enough to kill him.
"A-Amoxil, a little help before I'm schwiggin' splat on the side of the ro--"
Amoxil changed his shape from a backpack to a large, king-sized mattress. But, at the cost of the products they had just purchased. The eggs and milk that Tom had bought for his mother were now smeared all over the ground.
"Oh, sweet Tricia Peters, you have GOT to be kidding me!"
Tom jumped up from the mattress, with Amoxil turning back into his usual backpack form.
"Alright, let's suit up, Amoxil. That motherschwagging is about to go down like a bitch . . . And we need to buy more eggs."
"You got it, man. But you better pick me up some nicotine patches."
Amoxil's body started to spread over Tom's, transforming his attire, and body into the Dark Protector. From underneath Tom, more of Amoxil started to form into the shape of slick, sporty ride; a ride that the two referred to as 'Wheels of the Protector'.
Amoxil's body drove rapidly drove towards the store. Just as he was about to park, and let Amoxil turn himself into some weapons to fight that guy in the red, a ginormous, military-grade missile flew into towards the shapeshifter's car-formed body.
The missile exploded upon impact, which caused Amoxil to form into nothing but the Dark Protector armor. Tom found himself laying on the ground, confused, dazed, and seeing more stars than he could in space.
"What in the name of Rain Rivers..." the Protector groaned as he stood up.
That's when he saw it. It was a disturbing sight for his weary eyes. There was an army of Nazi-dressed, humanoid figures surrounding them. The most disturbing part? Their heads were the heads of panting German Shepards. Each German Shepard soldier held some sort of fire arm in their human hands, and all were directed at the teen and his suit.
The protector held up his hands in defeat. He felt baffled by what he was witnessing. Was he dreaming? Did that guy in the red knock him out cold? He had heard of splicing carnivals in underground areas of the world, but something like this would never be found out in public.
"What the schwig?!" Tom exclaimed.
"Dude, are we finally huffin' the sh*t? Man, I knew you'd get on board! Pass me some!"
"Uh, Amoxil, you're seeing this schwig too, which means we're either both high as schwag, or we'r--"
"You're unter arrest!" said a feminine voice.
The army of hybrid German Shepard Soldiers split down the middle, and raised their hand high in a Nazi salute. In the split walked down a busty, blonde woman in Nazi attire. She smirked at the supposed 'hero' who was being held up.
"Arroooow!" They all howled at the same time, as if it was apart of their salute.
"You are zee dark brotecdor, ja? I am Atene Mengel! I am debudised py zee Trinity of Demize, und you are unter arrest for your crimes akainst humanity!"
The woman with the accent was now standing in front of the hero and his suit. Holy schwig did she have a ginormous rack. Seriously, what was she feeding those things? He wasn't sure what to do. Punch her, and resist, or peel back his mask so he could give her a kis--
"Man, I FEEL your thing! Stop lookin' at her chest!" Amoxil said in Tom's ear.
"Eh-heh-heh... Sorry, Amoxil." The Dark Protector's head shook in both directions. "I'm not going with you, and your dog army. You think I'm scared of some schwiggin' dogs with suits?! And seriously, I can't understand you. Can you speak a little less... what is that language?"
Adene's hands and teeth clenched tightly, her foot stomping on the ground. She was fuming.
"IT'S ENGLISCH, PUT MEIN ACCENT IS GERMAN! GERMAN! EIN ACCENT OF ANGELS, YOU UNCULDURED BIECE OF SCHIT! HOW DARE YOU! HOW DARE YOU INZULT ZEE LANGUAGE OF MEIN FUEHRER! HOW DARE YOU INZULT ZEE LANGUAGE OF ZEE FUDURE! I VILL CASTRATE YOU, UND THROW YOU IN EIN SCHOVER, UND ZEN LEAFFE YOU FOR MEIN ARMY TO FEAST UBON! PUT NOT EFFEN YOUR TINY MANHOOD VOULD PE ENOUGH TO FEED MEIN ARMY! OF COURZE NOT! YOU ARE NOTHING PUT SMALL, INZIGNIFICANT, UND PENEATH ME!" Adene scolded in her tirade of pure rage.
As she stomped her foot on the ground, her massive bust swayed with her, which only made Tom smirk underneath the mask of the Amoxil.
"Heh," he chuckled, not listening to the white noise that was her accent. "Sorry, sweetie, but I'm kind of a big deal. Yeah, considered a criminal among the people like Lyle McShido and the Trinity, but a hero to others. I've done a lot of pretty schwaggin' awesome things, so you and your pups might wanna back it. But, if you wanna give your number to a hero, you can. I have no obje--"
Adene was NOT having this. She pressed a button which was on her sleeve. One of her canine soldiers soon had a robotic cannon spring from it's shoulder. The soldier panted heavily before giving a firm, loud bark, and saluting.
"AROOOOW!" it howled as the cannon shot a green net at the Dark Protector.
The net covered the teenage hero in an electricity that shocked him until he was down on his knees.
"Arghhh..." Tom groaned as he laid on the ground.
Amoxil himself had been injured by the electricity which radiated, and was feeling weak.
"Not feelin' so high, man... Gonna... nap..." Amoxil's armor started to shrink down back inside of Tom, revealing his secret identity to Adene.
The Aryan Nazi bent down, and flicked at the teen inside of her net.
"You are chust ein poy? How humorous! Zee metia und trinity has peen afraid of ein tiny poy vith ein blay zuit? Zis broffes zat zis vorld is veak! Put I am not! I am schtrong! SCHTRONG LIKE GERMANY! SCHTRONG LIKE Ein TRUE LEATER! I AM ZEE NEW FUEHRER MVAHAHAHAHAHHAHAA!"
Adene tapped the side of her head.
"Zis is Atene to Kood Poy. Arh ! Pring around zee fan, und other brizoner."
A large van with Nazi propaganda painted on it had soon arrived. A German Shepard soldier was driving the vehicle. The canine driver rolled down the window as it pulled up to the scene. It's hand stuck out in a salute.
"AROOOOW!" it saluted to it's leader.
Adene's soldiers soon grabbed the net that encased Tom, and lifted it. The back of the van was open, and inside was another net of the blue-haired superhero known as Shark-Babe. Shark-Babe was squirming around in her net, and looked very displeased.
"Oh!" Shark-Babe growled in her net, "You got another one huh?! WELL I'M GONNA CHOMP YA WHEN I GET OUT OF HERE! IT'LL HAPP--"
Adene gave a wave, and then shut the van's back doors, just before walking to the passenger seat of the vehicle. She sat down in the seat, and beamed with a smile.
"Mwhaha...hahaha... AHAHAHAHA!"
She had done it! She had captured the two criminals people feared most, and soon they would be tried, and she would be praised as a hero! Hitler would be so proud if he could see her now. No. She had to stop living in the past. While her Fuehrer would always hold a special place in her heart, she had to accept he was gone, and that SHE was the new Fuehrer. She was the NEW Hitler, and her coming of power was just around the corner.
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KW3 spotlights.
"The world is a dark, cold, scary and upsetting place! It's full of crime, death, and destruction! But, never fear, never despair, and never feel alone! I know that I never do! Why? Because I have the love of our lords and saviors, the Faces of Demise!"
I spoke in front of a large crowd of people just outside of the DemoniCorp building. My hands waved about, indicating my passion. In one hand, I had pamphlets entailing the good news about the Church of Demise. Such as information about the founders, Nicole Rios, Tricia Peters, Rain Rivers, and PK/08.
The DemoniCorp building was the best place to recruit non-believers, as people of science often denied the truth behind life and death. That's why I decided to host my speech here. Those of science are often sillies who think that logic and rational explanation means something, but those who have been informed of the eternal love given by the Faces of Demise know better!
"I too was once unloved, sad, and forgotten, but then I found the love that Nicole Rios describes in her holy book! The love of demise! Now I never need to worry, because death manipulates us all! And if we're manipulated by death, it means we serve a higher purpose! Just like she did!"
The people surrounding me turn away. I quickly try to hand them my pamphlet.
"Please, take a gander! Have a read! Life is too short! Especially when the faces of demise have no mercy for those who do not love and obey them! That is why I am here to spread the good word! I want to help you all, I want to help you all find your way, and be free and happy like I am! Heehee!"
A few people take some pamphlets, others give dismissive waves while heading inside of the DemoniCorp building. Soon, I'm all alone in the center of the area, with no one else around. I sigh, it's saddening, but that's alright! Because at least I have the warmth and love of Malachi, Misuterio, Pyonpi, Joni Cadaver, and...
*RING RING RING RING*
"My Cognition Phone!" I exclaimed happily. Could this be...? I swiftly tapped the side of my head before greeting, "Hello! Hiya! How're you? This is Araya! Is this my handsome, friendly date for tonight, and possible future husband?" I
I was being set up on another blind date! After all, The Faces of Demise want me happy, and to be with my one true soul mate! The Faces of Demise really are glorious beings who deserve my love and praise since they care so much about me!
"Hello, yes, this is Chaz Brooks VII. I was being set up with you on a date tonight, but... I'm sorry, but I've decided to cancel. You're kind of a sporker, and your religion is a turn off. So, yeah. I don't even think I could be compatible with you if I we did /Euphoria/ together. It seems you're all natural anyway. You're not a Euphoria user, so... yeah. I'm not interested. Goodbye."
I heard the clicking of the call in my ear canal. My heart had stopped for a mere moment. Another man who simply wanted our hearts to be connected by Euphoria. No, no... my tender Faces of Demise would never approve of Euphoria induced happiness! So, him cancelling on me is for the best!
Heehee... though it hurt, I started to feel better already! After all, he Faces of Demise were watching over me! Maybe they were manipulating me to my own demise? Oh boy! I'd finally be able to meet my beautiful, loving, kind faces of demise! To think I could be so purposeful!
Praise the Faces! All love to the glory of Demise! I'm so happy they're in my life. So, so happy!
I was so happy that I decided to act as my own personal faces of demise and hug myself! When I hugged myself, it was like the faces are hugging me. Heehee! I'm so lucky to be alive in a world where I'm chosen by the faces to receive their love! Heehee!
I've always hated days like this. Rain, cold, clouds; yeah, they sure do send a shot of the shivers down my spine. Even when I was well-off, and singing for big banquets, large concerts, and private get-togethers, I've hated the rain. But, at least back then I had euphoria to keep me at bay.
Euphoria was my greatest ally, and worst enemy, all at once. It was like having a million problems, and turning them all off. You can't buy euphoria if you don't have credits, and you don't have the kind of credits to buy euphoria unless you make big bank.
Yeah, I made big bank once. Now, I'm a has-been, I'm outdated, a little older, and a little less popular. Popularity is something that fades easily in my world. You're famous one day, and then the next big thing comes along, and you're forgotten. It's sad. As sad as the person who stands outside on the streets with nothing but their voice, and a beat hoping to earn a some quick change.
... Sadly, I'm that person. I'm that person standing out in the rain, microphone in my hand, and a beat blaring from the speakers behind me. I press my lips to the microphone, and give a soulful performance.
"Loooooove is something we aaaaaaall can seeeeeeeee!" I sing without capturing much attention.
I usually head to this district the most, cuz it's where there high paying fatties with wallets as large as their waistlines usually come. But, since it's where the richest come, it's where the people doped on Euphoria usually dwell. That means they don't see the helpless, starving, and... euphoria-less. Instead, negativity is, more or less, erased from their minds.
That's a dangerous way to live, but also one helluva a way to live at the same time. Despite my performance being amazing, flawless, and perfect, as always, none of them recognize me. My former clout isn't even enough for them to break away from their euphoric attitudes for even a second. They walk by, and ignore me.
...
Of course they do. I'm kind of a no one now. It's been that way for a year. Unless you're able to stay relevant, you lose relevance, and I've lost my relevance. I'm just another face in a crowded area. I could have been speaking for a good cause, and they wouldn't have cared. Euphoria did this to them. It made them numb to the horribleness of the world. God, how I wish I was still one of them.
I wish I had euphoria right now. I wish I could click the side of my head, spend the credits, and all of my worries would float on by like a bad dream smoothing over into a perfect getaway. But instead, I'm here, out in the rain, noticing how no one cares, even though I pour my heart into what I'm doing.
There's only a few types of people who really get anywhere in this world. Actors, musicians, politicians, and, of course, The Kill Watch. You're one of those, you're set for life. You get the goods, you discard the bads, and you live freely.
Well, until you die, anyway. Not that death is all that common for the extravagant since DemoniCorp found the key to living for forever. But, for people like me, death is probably just around the corner. I guess I'm lying; death is also for the Kill Watch, since they put their lives on the line.
I'm not thinkin' clearly, am I? I'm feeling sorry for myself, but it's hard not to. Especially when everyone in this district is so happy, and hopped up on the only thing that matters, and I'm here singin' for chump change.
It's getting late, and dark, so I might as well head home. No cash today. Boy, is my landlord going to be... Oh, she's not going to care. Who am I kiddin'?
After walkin' back, I finally reached the place I stay. It's a small cafe where they sell pastries. I live upstairs, and I help out, but not enough. The owner's great, she took me in, told me I reminded her of a friend.
I open the door to the cafe, and the bells ring. Immediately, I hear the chime of her cheerful voice.
"Salutations, custo...!" Her eyes light up when she sees it's me, "Friend April! You are home! I have baked a new pastry for you to try and give me your opinion on!"
I give a wave,
"Hey, P. Yeah, I'm home." I reply sadly.
"What is the matter?" she frowns, "Did you make any credits by singing? I find your voice to be incredibly lovely, and I think that others would too if they heard it! Do you know just how many people have heard it? Perhaps you are going to the wro--"
If I didn't stop her, she'd continue this, and keep going on, and on.
"N-No, P. It had nothing to do with my voice, or where I was. I just couldn't find anyone who was interested, y'know? Everyone was doin' their own thing, and didn't have time for me."
P frowns before pulling out a plate of pastries.
"Would you like some pastries? They are made with love, and therefore you will be able to taste the love I have put in them, and you too will feel the love, and you will feel happy."
"Um, sure..." I say, taking one of her pastries.
I love P, but she can be a bit of... well, it's hard to explain. Just know, she's chatty, and a little too optimistic. Despite being nearly 70 years old, she's keepin' it tight, but then again, she's a robot.
After biting into the pastry, I smile.
"That was delicious, P. Thanks. I really tasted the love, and I can feel it. I appreciate you bein' so kind, but sometimes I feel bad."
"B-Bad?! Bad is bad, feeling good is what feels good! How do I make you feel good?" P looks worried.
"Um, just keep being you," I smile, "You're as good as they come, and that makes me feel good."
Truthfully, I feel bad because I live here for free, and P works hard to keep this place running. She told me to follow my dream, like she did hers, but I feel like I can be a real burden on her. I wish I could give her more than this, cuz she deserves more. She's one of the best people I know.
"Hey, P. I'm gonna hit the hay. I'll see you tomorrow, kay?"
"Alright! Sweet dreams, April. I will prepare breakfast for you tomorrow, and I will make sure it's your favorite! Hazelnut french toast, with real maple syrup! I have been learning new recipes that wi--"
She was going to continue on if I didn't stop her.
"Th-Thank you, P! I can't wait! Goodnight!"
Who knows, maybe tomorrow will be better? Sometimes I wish I was more like P. You know, happy without euphoria. But, I'm not.
Stay sexy, stay beautiful, stay calm. Oh, who am I even kidding? It's easy to stay the first two, and the second just comes with the nature of being amazingly fantastically gorgeous. My body is covered in a soft, velvet robe. I walk out onto the catwalk, and cameras flash, the clicking sounds match my beautiful heartbeat, which belongs to my beautiful body.
"Is..." I pause dramatically, pouting my lips so they're the puffiest they can be, "What you want!?"
The rhythm of the music matches my motions. My hands reach for the robe, tugging it gently. The crowd is so hot for me right now, and I am so hot for it. Hotter than fire, hotter than lava, hotter than...
"THE SSSSSSSSUN!" I hiss, revealing nothing but my body and the underwear I'm modeling.
The girls around me bleed rockets out of their nose. I hear the sound of some of their ovaries literally exploding. In fact, I see them exploding out of their bodies. An ambulance crashes through the side wall, and scoops up the women that my body destroys.
"That's right, ladies! My body's a weapon of mass," I thrust out my crotch, which literally melts the face off of some poor old lady. Another one bites the dust. "D-struction!"
Perfect days like this cannot be ruined. A perfect show, and perfect moment which are almost as perfect as my...
Ding-dig-a-ding-ding! Ding-dig-a-ding-ding!
A call? Coming in at this time? I hear it through my skull, and tap the side of my head in order to answer it. I'm beautiful, so of course they'll pause the show. In fact, even the ambulance pauses saving the lives of the people I injured with my body of mass D-struction so I can take my call.
"Hello?" I say softly with poise, my lips pouting, which drives everyone into a lustful craze.
"Zander, it's your father," A low voice says.
Daddy was calling me? But ... why is daddy calling me?
"Daddy, you never call me... why are you calling? Is ... everything alright?"
"It's grandma, Zander. She's... she's passed away."
N-No... that can't be. G-Grandma Ineke... gone? That was when I realized that a moment could change in an instant. Even on a perfect day. My face started to well up with gorgeous tears of sadness. Oh no, I couldn't hold it in.
"I-I'll... speak you later, daddy! I ... have to go!"
I clicked the side of my head, and placed my palms on my eyes and rushed off. Luckily, the cameras and fans got to see my perfect tush in the same saddened state as me. Grandma Ineke was dead, and... I never got to become closer with her. Now... I would have to... live in an existence that never had her in it!
Woe is me! WOE!
---- A week later, Grandma Ineke's funeral ----
They had asked me to say a few words at her funeral. I had dressed my best for Grandma Ineke. If... she were watching, she would want me to look my best, just as everyone would. I wore nothing but black, and black eye-liner around my naturally mysterious eyes.
Coming up to the stage just in front of where her lifeless corpse laid, I pouted my lips and looked at the family members and friends before me.
"My name is Zander Valentine," I blew a kiss of sorrow towards the crowd who was listening. "And... this may come as a shock to you, but I was never..."
A dramatic pause was what this crowded needed in order to understand my pain. It lasted for five minutes, and by the impatient look in everyone's eye, I could tell they had understood my pain.
"... Close with my grandmother! While my mother, and father, and grandmother on my mother's side, as well as everyone else, including the world, and all of my fans, and the beautiful women, and men all loved me, my... Grandmother Ineke... didn't!"
I placed the backside of my hand on my forehead. They had to be feeling what I was feeling, which was nothing but sorrow, dread, and anguish. Why... why grandma?! Why did you never love me?!
"I HAD THE LOVE OF EVERYONE IN THIS WORLD," I cried, tears streaming down my face, "EXCEPT THE ONE PERSON WHO MATTERED! The one person who could have truly brought me happiness: my Grandma Ineke who I rarely saw, and spoke with!"
Yes, now that they knew the truth, they too would feel my anguish. They'd feel my melancholy. The melancholy of Zander Valentine, the unloved grandson of Ineke Valentine!
"In fact, Grandma had a tattoo for my father, Daniel, but never one for me... And now, unlike every other child over the age of 27, I will never be close with my grandmother."
I hung my head in sorrow. That was all I had to say. That was all I could say without breaking down completely. I went back to my seat, and sat down. This world truly was hell, and now... I knew why.
There's a quote I like quite a bit. It's by Paulo Coelho, and it goes a bit like this: 'If you think that adventure is dangerous, try routine; it's lethal.' I like this quote so much because it means a lot to me. A routine is something that everyone gets stuck at least once in their life.
My routine has been the same for as long as I can remember. I don't remember much of who I was before I was this. In fact, I don't remember anything at all. All I can remember are the initial feelings of fear that the owners of the exhibit had instilled into me.
I'm Cali. Or, at least that's what they call me here at the exhibit. I'm pretty sure there's a sign above my exhibit that says 'Squid girl' or 'Cuttlefish Person'. My keepers have told me I'm part cuttlefish, and I'm quite the attraction for children and adults alike.
It's mornings like this that depress me most. I often feel like everyday I exist only to prove entertainment for another person. The worst part is... I'm not entertaining because I'm interesting, funny, or a great person to be around. I'm entertaining because I'm disfigured.
My DNA's been spliced with that of a cuttlefish, which has made my arms into nothing but stringy tentacles. I can control each tentacle individually, but it looks so... disgusting that I try not to. In fact, in order to look a bit more normal, I purposely tangle my tentacle arms into something that look a bit more like a human's arms.
As for the rest of me, I'm usually naked. Not that anyone would ever know, as my body textures and colors itself to my surroundings. Unfortunately, if I try to camouflage myself into the scenery around me while visitors have come to see me, I'll be drawn out by the owners of the exhibit. And then, I'll be electrocuted.
It's... kind of a thing they do here in order to make it so we know we're nothing but flashy objects for paying crowds to see.
Memories fill my head. Memories of my first days as an attraction. My tentacles are raised near my face as everyone looks, stares, and laughs.
"P-Please, just sto--!" The flash photography hit my eyes.
Kids tapped my glass, making it echo throughout the exhibit area.
"Ewww, look at her! She's so weird!" I hear them say.
"I-I'm not weird! I-I-I'm just... I'm just..."
My camouflage started to blend into it's surroundings, but the moment it does, the exhibit electrocutes mes, causing me to return back to my normal brownish, orangish color.
I'm dazed, confused, and in pain from the shock. I hear a young boy pull on his mother's sleeve, and pointed.
"Why did they shock it, Mommy?!" he asks.
'It'? Is that what I am? An 'it'? I'm reduced to nothing but an 'It'!?
"It's because she needs to learn her place. If she doesn't learn, she'll be hiding, and no one will come and see her. They're training her. She needs this."
I need to be electrocuted...? I stand up, and force my body to make sure it doesn't blend in to the surroundings. Instead, I watch and stare back at the scary creatures which stare at me. Their cameras send off such bright flashes of white and yellow.
A scary thought fills my head. They now all have photographs of my body. My ... naked, disfigured body. Some photos with their children, some with people making funny faces, but all were with me, who never wanted my picture taken in the first place.
The memories ended there.
I hugged myself in my exhibit. Luckily, today was Saturday, and the exhibit was closed on Sunday. Which meant I got the day to myself. I could just sit here, closed off, with no one. Maybe I could read more, since sometimes the handlers would bring me books to entertain myself with. Or maybe I could just sleep all day...
Truthfully, I wanted to just drown myself in the exhibit, but I could breathe under water. Or maybe hang myself with my tentacles, but I had more than one place I received air. I just... didn't want to continue living this life of nothing but being someone's spectacle. I don't want to live this life anymore...
Being someone's spectacle is no way to live. Being stared at all the time by people who find you amusing because you're strange isn't life. It's hell. This routine I'm in is hell. I just want this routine to end, I want it to stop. I don't want to be in this exhibit anymore.
I don't... want this...
I stood in my bathroom staring into the mirror. The sink had been running for quite sometime. The water contained in the bowl area of the sink was starting to over flow. I dipped my hands inside of the water and splashed it over my face.
"S-Stay cool, Sidney. Phew. Stay cool. You'll be fine. Just call the doctor and tell him. Just call the doctor." I repeated aloud.
My eyes caught sight of the water which was overflowing from the sink, and onto the floor. Silly me! I had barely noticed. I swiftly pushed the button which stopped the water. I took a deep breath and exited my bathroom.
After leaving my bathroom, I headed to my bedroom. My little fantasy realm. It was decorated with posters of my hero, Sharkman. He was a legendary icon, after all! For the past hundred years, he had been fighting crimes, and his stories had only gotten better.
If only Sharkman could help me. Could Sharkman help someone like me? I pondered this, but then remembered I needed to call the doctor. I tapped the side of my head, activating my internal phone. I soon heard the doctor's voice.
"Sidney? Can I help you?" the doctor asked.
"H-Hey, doc! I just, um, well, listen to me! I have a major problem. I'm out of meds, and they won't give me a refill! And without a refill, I'm afraid I mi--"
"Hold on, hold on! You are out of medication? Have you been... seeing anything? Listen, I will make a few calls, and I'll try to get you your medication by tomorrow. If you see anything, ignore it. It's only for a short period of time, Sidney. Stay calm, relax, try to get some sleep, and I'll call you in the morning. Alright?" The doctor replied.
I shook my head, despite him being unable to see it.
"Y-Yes sir! I'll just stay in my room, maybe watch some cartoons, and I'll be fine." I huffed, "Thank you, doc. I appreciate it!"
"Alright, stay safe, Sidney, and stay out of trouble." Click. The doctor ended the call.
Stay safe. Right! I could do that! All I'd have to do is just keep myself entertained. I wasn't tired, so I walked over to my bedroom's TV. I turned it on, and the old Sharkman The Animated Series was playing.
My lips curled into a smile, and I felt happy. I loved Sharkman. It was such a great series. And even though this was old, it was ahead of it's time. I sat on my bed and watched Sharkman appear on screen. His heroics made me want to scream and shout. Boy, would it be cool to be a ...
"Superhero? Boy would it be cool to be a superhero, right, Sidney?"
I blinked. W-Who said that? I stared back at the TV only to see Sharkman staring at me. He smiled with his sharp teeth.
"You want to be a superhero, don't you Sidney? You want to save the day! You want everyone to feel your heroics. Don't lie to yourself!"
"N-No, you're a hallucinati--"
"NO! I'm no hallucination, Sidney. I'm the real deal. I'm speaking from my heart, to your heart! I'm Sharkman, after all! I would never lie to you, would I? You want my type of life! And I want you to take a chomp out of crime!"
"Take a chomp out of crime?" I gulped. Sharkman was right...
"So stop living this lie! Stop being Sidney, and be who you were meant to be! Shark Girl! Take the cosplay costume you have in your closet, and head out into the world. Find crime, and take a chomp out of it!"
"I... I will!" I said with determination in my voice and eyes.
I rushed to the closet, and instantly threw off my outfit, and suited up into my skimpy, yet heroic costume! My life as Sidney was over! From now on, I'd be Shark Girl!
After my costume was fully on, I jumped out of my fourth story window, and landed perfectly on the high heels of my costume. I placed my hands on my hips, and smirked with sharp teeth. Then, I heard it. It was a scream! The scream of the innocent innocence! And where there was the scream of the innocence innocence, Shark Girl's justice must be served!
"TIME TO TAKE A CHOMP OUT OF CRIME... FOR JUSTICE!" I said as I ran towards the sound.
Eventually, I saw it. At first, it looked like a typical man robbing a woman, but it soon morphed into it's true form! THE LIVING BEPSI! It was the Supervillain that the Kill Watch had fought so many times in the past. The Living Bepsi was one of their most formidable foes.
How strange... I could have sworn that the Kill Watch had killed the Living Bepsi years ago. It was in my history books, but... my eyes couldn't be deceiving me!
"STOP THERE, LIVING BEPSI! I, SHARK GIRL, AM HERE TO TAKE A CHOMP OUT OF YOUR CRIMINAL ACTIVITIES!"
The Living Bepsi first sounded like a whiny, scared teen for a second.
"S-S-Stand back, sh-sha-shar..." and then his voice started to sound more like the Living Bepsi.
"Shark Babe! Cheeyaaaah."
"Sh-Shark Babe?! That name..." I rubbed my own chin, "You're right, The Living Bepsi! Shark Girl is a stupid name! Shark Babe is my TRUE NAME! And Shark Babe is going to chomp you out of this world, Living Bepsi!"
"I-I'm not the living Bepsi! P-Please, don't hurt m--" ... He changed back to The Living Bepsi.
" I'm totally the living Bepsi, Babe. Cheyaaah. And I'm gonna kill some people, so you should like, totally beat me up, so you can fulfill your dream, Babe! Cheyaaaaaah!"
He was right! Not his first part, but his second part where he oddly admitted to me that he was a criminal.
"You're right! You oddly admitted to me that you're an evil-doer, and evil-doers must be stopped at all costs! My teeth are going to knock yours out!" I yelled, opening my mouth wide.
My body dove towards the Living Bepsi. My mouth opened in an inhumane way, much like a shark's, and I soon bit the entire top half of his body clean off! Bepsi sprayed from his lower half. I swallowed the upper half whole.
"Mhm! That was a tasty slice of crime! But shark's are never full!" I shouted as loud as I could. The woman who I saved must have gotten away. "ESPECIALLY THIS SHARK! THIS SHARK IS ALWAYS HUNGRY FOR CRIME! SHARK BABE'S HUNGER FOR CRIME NEVER CEASES! HA HA!"
I looked down at body laying on the ground that had been half eaten by me. More Bepsi sprayed onto the floor. Bepsi was so delicious... it would be a shame to let it all go to waste. I bent down onto my knees, and started to lick up the remaining bepsi that sprayed. It was delicious!
I stood back up. In fact, I could feel myself getting stronger! So much stronger that I...
SHAAAAARK-BABE-DO!" I yelled.
My legs pressed from beneath, launching my entire body high into the air. I was practically soaring, and I soon came landing down onto the top of a skyscraper. I held part of the Skyscraper with one hand, and leaned off the side with the other.
"CRIMINAL SWAMP, PREPARE FOR A CHOMP! SHARK BABE IS HERE, AND WILL PROTECT THE CITY! AH HA HA HA HA!"
I would be the real hero of this city from this moment forward!
I woke up to the sound of the rain tapping on my window. I could smell freshly baked goods downstairs in the cafe below. I really only had two thoughts. The first was that P was going force sweets down my throat so I would be fed, as she was kind of like a mom when to me eating. The mom I never had. My second thought was that I had to go out and panhandle in the rain once again.
Today was going to suck, and right now I wished that I had just a slight amount of Euphoria shocking my brain. I headed down stairs and found my robotic friend as I thought I would. She had a trey of muffins in her hands. They were steaming hot, and freshly baked.
"Good morning! Are you hungry, friend April?!" P chimed, "I have brownie-nut muffins."
So typical, so her... Honestly, P was more than just my friend, she was family. She was my constant moral support in a world that ceased to support me. Her attitude is always peppy, which could be annoying, but in my case, it was a ray of sunshine on a string of rainy days.
"Nah, I ain't hungry, P. But, I appreciate your kindness." I smiled, and gave a dismissive wave.
"B-But, according to my understanding, humans must eat 3 meals a day. A woman your size should have roughly about 2000 calories, or 1500 if you plan on losing we--"
I cut her off. She would have lectured me like a mom.
"No, I'm fine, really. I'm not really feelin' the food today. And Brownie-nut muffins sound... gross."
"Okay, but..."
"Don't worry, I'll be fiiiine. More than fine, P. I'll be super fine."
P smiled, "Alright. Please wear a rain coat, or you may get sick! I would not like it if you got sick. Though I cannot get sick, you being sick would be painful to watch. Not in a literal way for me, but in a figurative way, because I cannot stand to see my closest friend get sick, and suffer through si--"
"I got it! I'll wear coat! See ya!" I booked it, grabbing my coat, and portable music player.
The cold, rainy day was about as dreary as the rest of the city. Those who were on euphoria were noticeable from miles away. They looked as if nothing could get them down, or ever hurt them. Ohhhh booooy, how I wish I had that.
As I walked down the streets, I would often imagine myself on euphoria, and how much I wished I still had it. Those were the gold old days. Those were the days people killed in order to see the name 'April'. But, since my court case, incident, and trial, my fame's diminished, and barely anyone even remembers the name. Now all they know is...
"BUBBLEGUM SUPERNOVA TICKETS! I GOT SOME! SEE 'EM LIVE!" A man shouted. He looked kind of shady.
"Pfft," I scoffed with saltiness in my tone.
Bubblegum Supernova is Bubblegum Metal band that became the 'next big thing' since I had left. Many people often compared them to the best selling band ever, The Heads of Cerberus. But, truthfully, the Heads were nothing special, and neither was Bubblegum Supernova.
Yet, there they were, having shady guys sell shady tickets, living the spotlight, and being famous while I sat her among the rest of the people, unnoticed, unloved, and uncared for. Bitches'n whores, that's all they were.
The shady man approached me.
"Hey dark chocolate," he said in a sultry voice, "How about you? You like Bubblegum Supernova? I got front row seats? Or maybe you wanna see something underground?" The man smirked, "Maybe The Super Marvelous Twins Vs. The Mass Defects? It's gonna be one helluva a fight."
I pushed him aside, and walked off.
"Nah, ain't got time for that. Girl's gotta eat, and sh*t bands, and poor fights ain't gonna do that for me. See ya."
I continued my walk, leaving the shady salesman behind. I was almost to the rich area where I'd preform for chump change, and a little recognition. But then, my internal phone started to ring. I tapped the side of my head without checking the ID.
"Heyo, it's Apriiiiil," I sang.
"April, baby, it's your former agent. I got good news for you!"
My eyes widened at the voice.
"What is it? You got a job for me?"
"Job for you? April, baby, you know after your little stunt with that kid, no one wants you like that. But, I could get you on Bubblegum Supernova's crew. They were wanting some 'eccentric dancers' to teach them some moves. You'd have to do your persona, give a few 'hees' and 'ows,' and teach them what you know, but it could be profitable."
Is this what it had come down to? Me going back to my persona, and teaching some sh*t band a few things so they could preform great shows? What had my life come to?
"I don't know, ain't really feelin' Bubblegum Supernova." I replied.
"C'mon, April... think about it, it's better than dancing and singing on the street, right?"
God f***in' dammit. He had a point. It was better, but still... it was Bubblegum Supernova.
"I'll think about it, and give ya a ring, okay?" I clicked the side of my head and ended the call.
I drew a heavy sigh, which caused the warmth of my breath to be visible in the chilling air. Maybe working for Bubblegum supernova wouldn't be so bad. In fact, thinking about it, I could probably pull a comeback if I played my cards right. I tapped the side of my head, and started to search through my contacts with the phone lens in my eye. I needed to call back my former agent and tell him I'd tak--
My head started to ring again. It was my phone. This time, I decided to check the caller ID with the lens in my eye. It was a video call from a government number. What the...? Was this about my court case? Again?
I answered it. My eyes turned white as the video appeared before my eyes. It was a prerecording of a tan-skinned woman. I knew who she was almost instantly. Who wouldn't? The woman was a goddess... literally.
"Hello, April. I am Nicole Rios, Trinity Member and leader of the Government's Kill Watch Program. Here at the Kill Watch,"
Oh no. No, no, no, no, no. I knew what this was, and my heart sunk. This was...
"We dedicate our lives to protecting the people of the world from common threats. If you've kept up with current events, you'll notice that the former Kill Watch was killed recently in a battle against the terrorist organization known as 'The Defacers of Demise'. With the Defacers of Demise still at large, a new team must be formed, and you have been drafted to serve the Trinity of Demise, as well as your country. Please come to the Kill Watch Tower and claim your new life. If you succeed in your quest, you will be granted temporary immortality, of course."
... I was being drafted. Oh sh*t. I was going to die... I was going to die. I'm going to die. All for the Trinity of Demise. I'm not a soldier! I'm not a fighter! Why did they choose me?! I don't care about the Trinity! Why me?!
I clicked the side of my head and ended the video call. I was panicking. I had to rush back home, and tell P. But... would it really change anything? The moment my life was opening to something new, it was also opening to my inevitable death...
April had gone to her current street gig, and business seemed to be slow. PK had often tried to convince herself it was because people simply hadn't known much about her cafe, but the truth was... it was so small that no one ever gave it a real chance. It had little spotlight.
Still, this is what the android loved with all of her heart. She loved the smell of her baked goods, she loved when people would come in, and she loved serving smiles. It was a nice, peaceful life, unlike what her former friends had chosen. They lived lives full of death, sorrow, and troubles.
PK tried her hardest not to dwell on that, and instead sat in a booth within her cafe. She looked at the television set which was in the corner. She waved a hand and the device turned on. A hologram was projected, and PK turned her attention to what seemed to be the news.
The news had bright letters which read, 'Current Kill Watch Murdered'. PK gasped. This was terrible! How could it happen? The android turned up the volume and listened to the report.
"Rebel Cross, aka ROCKIT, summoned an attack of drones, which fried the entirety of the current Kill Watch. It is a grave loss, not only for the city, but the nation, and the world. Let us hope that their souls now rest on the other side. Rebel Cross left a video to the Trinity, moments before the attack. Caution, this video is disturbing."
A video with a denim vest, mohawk, and skull face appeared on the screen.
"TRIIIIIICIAAAAAAAAA! I'LL F***IN' KILL YOUR SKANKY TIT-NUGGETS, YOU CUNT!"
The male then goes on to hop on some sort of gliding, flying aircraft. He drops bombs on many innocent civilians, and the Kill Watch arrive.
PK pulled her hands over her mouth and gasped. She quickly changed the channel. This show was speaking with a tall, overweight former president with a comb-over, and current politician, Lyle McShidobag.
"The reason the Trinity of Demise currently has so many poor ratings," Lyle gestures his hands, "Is because there are terrorist groups like the Defacers of Demise, who want to side with people like the terrorist, Summer Masing. Summer Masing IS our ene--"
The politician then farted. PK couldn't help but giggle at the release of gas. It seemed he hadn't changed all that much. Still... PK felt saddened by what he was saying about Summer Masing. It had been almost a year since she had been arrested and imprisoned somewhere. She wondered how she was fairing...
PK then changed the channel once more. It seemed to be a commercial. PK watched intently.
It was a commercial which seemed to have a cloudy beach, bright skies, and beautiful music.
"What is beyond death? Life is beyond death. Start your life beyond death on... The Other Side."
On the screen was soon another familiar face. Her creator, Nicole Rios.
"Hello, I'm Nicole Rios," the woman greeted, "After you die, there are only two options. Your soul is nothing, or you go onto a place The Trinity of Demise have created known as The Other Side. The Other Side is your own personal heaven, where you and other deceased can roam free. Even visitation with the living can be had."
A beautiful resort of supposedly deceased people plays. Different clips of happy souls are seen.
"The typical age of demise is now at 105, but within the next few years, the Trinity may be raising that age cap so people can work towards their afterlife. Call 1-800-RIP-AFTER for more information. And remember to rest in peace after life... on the other side."
The commercial then ended there. Or so PK thought.
The TV started to become static filled. The cafe's lights started to flicker on and off. PK gripped the sides of her head and closed her eyes in fear.
"Not again... not this... every time..." PK gulped. Her eyes started to open hoping it was over.
When she opened her eyes, she looked around only to see something truly terrifying. On the TV there was a glittery, robed figure with a skull face, and needles protruding out of it's head. It's form was feminine.
"N-No! Please! G-Go away!" PK yelled at the TV.
The figured glared at PK.
"You... are... nothing...." it's eerie, chilling voice wailed.
"GO AWAY!" PK yelled with as much courage she could muster.
After the yell, the TV turned off. Despite not needing to breathe, PK seemed to be shaken, huffing and puffing in a fear unlike any other. Why did it always bother her? She stood up from where she sat, and went to bake something in order to take her mind off of what she had just seen.
"All rise for the honorable acting face of demise, Nicole Rios."
Everyone rose from their seat, stood to show their undying respect to Nicole Rios, one of the founding members of the Trinity of Demise. She came in dressed professionally. Her long hair was in a lightly secured ponytail that kept all of her strands of hair from falling into her face. Her thick-rimmed glasses stood out the most on her face. That, and the adorable mole right underneath her eye. Despite being over 90 years old, Nicole was keeping it shwagitty.
Out of all the trinity, she was by far the best. Tan, cute in the face, and curvy in all the right places. I could barely keep my eyes off of her. She sat at the head of the court room and looked down at me. In my mind, I was fantasizing about her reaching for her blouse, and slowly unbuttoning it so I could see her mocha-colored bre-- Never mind. That didn't matter.
What did matter was I was now sitting in front of a lot of people, and they were all judging me. My mother was bound to find out, and then this would all be over. I had really hoped that this wouldn't get out to the media. I really hoped I wouldn't be branded as a criminal for forever.
Nicole Rios stared down at me from where she sat.
"So, Thomas Andrew Maguire, aka The Dark Protector." Nicole called out to me. "You know why you're here, right? You have a very expensive piece property belonging to DemoniCorp inside of your bloodstream. And, since DemoniCorp is owned by The Trinity of Demise, it belongs to us. You could be facing life in prison. Tell me, Thomas, how old are you?"
I looked down at the shackles tightly secured around my wrists and and ankles. I leaned forward and spoke into the microphone.
"I'm 14, ma'am."
"14? That's awfully young to start vigilantism. In fact, it's illegal in most areas of the world currently."
"I know. But, a wise person once told me that it's never to late or early to do the right thing."
"That's noble of you, but kind of naive, don't you think? You're not really doing the right thing with stolen property, are you?"
"I guess it depends. In my heart, I felt like it was right, but if I'm doing wrong, I guess that's for you to decide. You *are* a face of demise, aren't you? Don't you know all?"
"Sassy, I see. Alright, how about you just start and tell me how you came in contact with the substance."
I inhaled, and then exhaled rather quickly. This was going to be a long story, but one that I had to tell if I wanted to get out of here alive.
"Well, I guess it all started..."
My mind's memories went back to that day. That day that this all started. It started like every other day. I was riding my bike to school, hoping for the best. When I had arrived at school, I instantly went to my class. After finding my seat, and sitting down, I was greeted by a face that I despised.
"Heya Tommy," she spoke, "So, the con's coming up. How's that sh*t-fest cosplay you're making going?"
It was the so-called prettiest, sexiest girl in school, Midori Thompson. Whoever thought she was beautiful was dead wrong. Maybe that was salt, or maybe it was my disinterest in Asians. Truthfully, I wasn't sure. Midori and I had always been rival cosplayers at conventions.
"You know that Pinkerton Animation is looking for great designs, and original concepts through the cosplay contest this year. Too bad yours will be overlooked, Tommy."
"Shut up, Midori. What the hell do you know? You don't even know what I'm working on." I snipped back.
God, Midori was such a bitch. I hated her with all of me. I often fantasized about ripping out her heart, and feeding it to otters, as crows pecked out her stupid, slanted eyes that everyone thought were so gorgeous.
"Wooooow, someone's in a shwig mood."
"Yeah, I'm looking at your dumb, round face. Of course my mood as shifted from shwag to shwig, so seriously, beat off."
"I'm just saying, you might as well give up, because your cosplay shwacks as much as you do when in the boy's bathroom stall. M'kay? Bye-bye."
Midori smirked, and then left. God, I hoped she would die in a fiery car crash. Seriously, she thought she was so shwiggin' great, but she really wasn't.
"Hey, don't let her get you down, Tom."
I looked to my side, only to see a friendly face. It the person who sat next to me. It was Stacy Watson, the best looking, strawberry-blonde, sparkly blue-eyed girl in my school. She was probably the closest thing I had to an actual friend.
"Thanks, Stace, but she's probably right. My family's low on funds, so I can't really even afford to make a cosplay, let alone even go to Pinker-con this year."
"Aw, that's too bad, Tom. Pastel Pinkerton is going to be there, you know. She's going signing things for her newest spring block of anime. I could pay for you to go, if you want to."
"Thanks, Stace, but I don't think I could. My mom would probably be against me leaving. She gets scared of me being out. Especially with so many scary criminals running around these days."
"You mean like that 'Amoxil' creature the news has been warning about?" Stacy chuckle, and nudged me.
"Exactly like the terrifying Amoxil. My mom heard 'Pink humanoid blob,' and shwigged out." I laughed back. My mom was histrionic at times.
Stacy was going to reply to me, but before she could, our class teacher came in, and started the lesson. After class, I didn't even have time to catch up with her before she left. I decided to walk my way home from school, but while heading there, I saw something unusual.
Police-Grade Pyonpi bots were patrolling the streets. Those were always jarring, since they weren't deployed unless it was something serious. First came Pyonpi Bots, and if they weren't enough, then they'd call in the Kill Watch, the greatest heroes ever known to man, ran by the very sexy Nicole Rios, of the Trinity of the Demise.
I wanted to avoid trouble at cost. I mean, I was a good kid, usually. I didn't pick fights, and usually tried to stray away from anything too dangerous. I often had thought that I inherited my mom's cowardliness at times. In order to stray away from whatever freakshow those Pyonpi-bots were chating, I took the long around home through some back alleys, and that's when it happened.
In the alleyway I saw something terrifying. It was big, pink, and heaving as if it was out of breath. I scared stiff. I wanted to scream, or maybe warn those Pyonpi-bots, because I knew what this was. This was... Amoxil! The super criminal shape-shifter that the news constantly warned about.
"O-Oh my god!" I yelled without thinking.
The pink blob tilted it's head, and then started to morph into what looked like a hippie garbed in colorful clothing.
"Whoa, calm down, my youngling friend of the mighty earth!" it commanded.
"G-GET AWAY FROM ME!"
I bolted in the other direction, but soon felt it's hand wrap around my mouth, and hold me in place. It's limbs seemed to tie me in a way where I couldn't move.
"Listen, man... I'm too weak to fight anymore Pyonpi-bots! Please don't tell 'em that I'm here. Just hide me! Lemme hide with you! I promise you I can help you in return. You want weed? I can get you weed! You want heroine? I'm actually short on heroine, but I know a guy, who knows a guy, who knows another guy, and he can get anything."
I shook my head. I didn't want to comply with this monster.
"Please, just take me home with you! It's never to late or early to do the right thing! Helping me escape from Pyonpi-bots is the right thing, man! Help me escape to a place between places! A spaaaaace betweeeeeeen!"
His words struck me for some reason. It sounded like something Stacy had told me before. She claimed that it was never too late to do the right thing. Why was a criminal like Amoxil preaching to me? Something made me feel bad for him, so I hesitantly shook my head.
"R-Really, man?! You are the greatest! The greatest friend I've ever had on this earth! I swear, you will get so high with me, man. So high."
He unwrapped his limbs from my form, and slowly started to transform into a backpack around my shoulders.
"Listen, just take me someplace safe, and tell no one. This earth is big enough for the both of us, my new friend of the Earth, I don't want to die, so let's leave space for meeeeeeee!"
My heart was racing. I now had a super-criminal on my back. What the shwig was thinking?! I sped back home as fast as I possibly could, headed to my room. There, I took off the backpack that Amoxil had transformed into, and threw it onto my bed.
"ALRIGHT, START TALKING!" I yelled at it hysterically.
It transformed into it's pink humanoid form, and sat calmly on my bed.
"You can call me the Hiker, my fellow friendly fire. I'm just a guy trying to live, but the Trinity of Demise have been after me for the past 70 years after I battled them in a forest. It was pretty lame, but I'm safe now that I'm with some kid I barely know."
"You're not safe at all, you idiot! You're endangered, because you're a super criminal, and now I'm in danger because I'm helping you!" I grabbed the sides of my head and tugged at my hair. "Oh my god! The Trinity will be after me! What the shwig did I do?! Holy shwag!"
"Shwig? Shwag? What does that mean? Is that some kind of lingo? I prefer the 60s lingo, man."
"That was over 110 years ago! And get real!"
"I'm only as real as the Earth lets me me! Don't worry, I'll just hide on you, and no one will ever notice!"
"You're going to be my backpack?! I can't take you everywhere with me!"
"Why not? I'm light, portable, and fit in .... THE SPAAAAACE BETWEEEEEN!"
"That song is so old! Why are you singing it?"
"I got high to it once. It's a great song."
"No. No it's not."
"THE SPAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACE BETWEEEEEEEN!"
"SHUT UP!" I was getting irritated. "Get real, because this is serious! You can't be my backpack forever, and I can't harbor you!"
"Oh, okay. Well, my friendly fire of the flames, how about I be somethin' else then?"
Amoxil then wrapped around my body, and started to transform. He made my the outwards appearance of my body look like famous model, Zander Valentine's body. I was jacked. I looked down, and then touched my new form.
"Holy shwig! I-I'm... "
"Hot, right?" my body spoke, "I know! I saw this guy in a magazine, and thought 'Nice bod'. Now you got a nice bod as long as ya let me stay with ya."
"W-Wait, could you give me, like, a super shwiggin' cosplay? I-I mean, costume?"
"What does shwig mean again?"
"It means interesting/cool/neat and various other profanities."
"Oh, I can give you any type of body. But, I'm not good with faces. The only face I can do is my hiker face, because that's all I can do, man. Yup."
Amoxil used his abilities and covered my entire body with a black armor, with a mask. It looked like there were glowing crosshairs in my eyes, and a crosshairs symbol on my chest. It was the shwag. I looked in the mirror, but my slender body made it look a bit strange. Almost like I was an alien in a gimpy suit.
"How about a bit bigger? Like, super intimidating!"
"The SPAAAACE BETWEEEEEEEN!"
Like a battle cry, he sang those words before making me at least 6'2" with a body of a Herculean god. I looked fit in this outfit, and like some sort of super soldier bad-ass. My hands, toes, feet, legs, and arms were able to move so easily too.
"Whoa... Okay, okay... I am DEFINITELY keeping you. For now... But, you have to stay with the good disguises, alright? Backpacks, a nice body, this original cosplay -- This stuff, you get me?"
"Yeah, man, I get you."
"Cool. Now, I have to call Stacy. She said she'd pay for me to go to Pinkercon..."
"Stacy? Sounds like a girl, but I won't assume the gender as long as she doesn't assume miiiiiin! Hey man, you wanna do some blow?" Amoxil asked innocently.
"What the...?! Dude, no!" I snipped back.
"Suit yourself, but I'm gonna need some. Or some weed, or some heroin, or ... alcohol. I'm gonna need some of that, or I won't work well."
"Do you, like, need that to live or something? Are you a creature who survives off of drugs?" I was baffled on why he needed this.
"Nah, I just wanna get high."
I facepalmed. Amoxil was going to be hard to get along with. That much was for sure.
Two weeks later, after having a bit of bonding time with Amoxil, we were going to Pinker-con with Stacy. No one had known about Amoxil for the time, and he had been lazing around, getting high, and doing nothing most of the time.
"Hold up!" Nicole Rios stopped me in the middle of my story. She took off her glasses, and sighed. "So, you're saying that you took in Project Amoxil because you wanted to win the Pinker-con cosplay contest? That explains why The Dark Protector was there to stop the rogue Pyonpi-Bots hacked by the Defacers of Demise. That day, I actually have to thank you for, because you did the world a service."
"Yeah," I nodded, "I saw that the Pyonpi-Bots were acting strange, and they held my friend Stacy hostage. I had asked if Amoxil had any other powers, and he said he could roughly lift the weight of a small car, and he could transform into stuff, but aside from that..."
"It seems kind of useless, Thomas. But, you and Amoxil stopped various crimes from that day forward. You were considered heroes for months, you know. Your Dark Protector persona really instilled hope into others."
"We were just trying to do the right thing. Really, that's all this is... I know he's a criminal, but he really does want to do good, Ms. Rios."
"I can see that. I can see that you two work well together. I've seen the footage of you two in action. He even transforms into a car that you call the..."
"The Protector-Mobile. I tell him not to drive when he's high, or drunk. I know about safety."
"So, after this cosplay event, would you say that your dream was to be a hero? To... save people?" Nikki asked, batting her eyes. She was so gorgeous when she did it.
"U-Um," I choked due to her attractiveness. "Yeah, I think so. Before it was to be a cosplayer, but genuinely, I like helping people, and I don't want to lose Amoxil."
"What about your mother, Thomas. Does she know?"
"No, she does not know..." I said looking down to the ground.
"Alright, how about this. I'm a fair person, I like making dreams come true, and I see you and Amoxil are close. How about you use your heroism to help the Kill Watch? We recently lost a lot of members, and we could use new ones. Keep your age a secret, and no one needs to know. Not even your mother. Or..." Nicole's eyes became hollow, her voice sounded emotionless. "We can extract Amoxil from your body, and you can die in the process."
I gulped. Being apart of the Kill Watch would be cool, but...
"Just do it, man. Do it for yourself, do it for me, and do it for... THE SPAAACE BETWEEEEEN!" I hear Amoxil say, and then say.
I couldn't believe I was agreeing with this, but it was the only choice we really had, wasn't it?
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ROGUES
Rogues Gallery
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 Rockit (Kristin Mages)
Created By Jon Claveria, Collin Janssen, Courtney Smith
Occupation: High School Engineering Teacher/Super Terrorist
D.O.B.: Dec 8 (Sagittarius)
Height: 5'4"
Weight: 132lbs
Hair Color: Red
Eye Color: Red
Killed By The Professional
Biography:
After disappearing from her day job as High School Engineering teacher, Kristin Mages donned a bomber jacket and goggles to become the deadly terrorist known as Rockit. Armed with drones and a rocket ship glider, she is a forced to be reckoned with, and had her sights set on Norman Ravencroft. Kristin met her demise by the hands of the former mercenary and Kill Watch member, The Professional.
Trivia:
- Kristin Mages was inspired by our very own Kristen, along with Roxy Rocket from Batman the Animated Series.
- She is named after Kristen, as well as Kristen's character MAGES. from Neptunia. Her supervillain name is taken from the Gorillaz song "Rockit".
- Her catchphrase is "Bla-Bla-Blast Off!" a reference to the song "Rockit's" main lyrics which is "Blah, Blah, Blah."
- Kristin's stuttering problem is a reference to Mikan Tsumiki, a character who Kristen has portrayed.
- Kristin has a degree in engineering, and built her rocket ship glider herself.
- A counterpart to Kristin Mages was first introduced in SEM9's "From the Dead" as the psychopathic gardener, Laila Kristens.
- Kristin Mages is the first character to introduce the street narcotic known as Calamity.
- In an alternate route based on the choices the group has made, Kristin Mages would have been working for Norman Ravencroft rather than against him. By attacking Ravencroft, the group got the version we know today.
 The Eye/The Eye Network
Created by Jon Claveria, Collin Janssen
Occupation: The Eye Network
D.O.B.: ? ? ?
Height: ? ? ?
Weight: ? ? ?
Hair Color: None
Eye Color: Red
Killed By Pyonpi
Biography:
The Eye Network was created by Norman Ravencroft and Shen Zhou in order to link the brainwaves between the Bloodlines. In order to find only the purest of DNA to splice the Bloodlines, they were later implanted into other public occupations, such as the military.
The Eye eventually gained sentience and watched over other experiments within Ravencroft Industries. Feeling the emotions of others through the eyes of those his network had been implanted in, The Eye longed to be human. In order to live on, he programmed Pyonpi, and sent her off into the world in hopes she would live on for him.
Trivia:
- The Eye was based off of an image in the opening credits of Batman Beyond.
- The Eye has artistic abilities that he passed down to his daughter, Pyonpi.
- The Eye originally had a body, but it was destroyed after Norman Ravencroft found out that he was misusing it to create Pyonpi.
- The Eye and Pyonpi's father/daughter relationship was inspired by DC comic's Superman. As he sends his only daughter to live on as an extension of himself, all while knowing he himself is doomed.
 Bloodlines (Norman Hiroaki Ravencroft)
Created by Jon Claveria, Collin Janssen
Occupation: Ravencroft Industries
D.O.B.: Aug. 22
Height: 6'1"
Weight: 188lbs
Hair Color: Grey
Eye Color: Brown (Red)
Killed By Ineke, The Professional, Giovanni
Biography:
Norman Hiroaki Ravencroft is a billionaire philanthropist who excels in human research. He is the owner, founder, and CEO of Ravencroft Industries. After programming the Eye Network with scientist, Shen Zhou, Ravencroft found what he defined as 'only the purest' qualities of women which were seen through the eyes of the network. He abducted the women and forced them to carry genetic clones inside of them for four months until they were born. These clones would age an accelerated rate, and soon be linked to him through the network, implanting himself through each and everyone until he was practically immortal. Unfortunately, the bodies needed the blood of the mothers in order to sustain energy. He kept the mothers and nursed on their blood until the bodies were strong enough. After running into the Kill Watch, he was murdered by Ineke, Giovanni, and the Professional.
Trivia:
- His name is Norman Ravencroft, and was named after Norman Osborn from Spider-Man, and Ravencroft Insitute, an asylum in the Marvel Universe.
- His middle name is Hiroaki.
- He supposedly has biological children.
- His younger brother is Kaosu Ravencroft, a former dentist who had his license revoked after malpractice.
 The Matchmaker (Ramona Luffs)
Created By Jon Claveria, Collin Janssen
D.O.B.: Feb 7
Height: 5'4"
Weight: 125lbs
Hair Color: Red
Eye Color: Green (Red with Contacts)
Killed by Aimee Amour
Biography:
Ramona Luffs was the ex-wife of Richard Luffs, and co-founder of the popular dating app, MatchMade. Ramona and Richard suffered from many physical marital problems. As days went by, she noticed he never paid much attention to her in a more physical, intimate way. After seeing this, she hired private eye, Jack Clever, to find out if he was having an affair. Through this she learned of her husband's in-the-closet homosexuality. Ramona begged him to fix the relationship, but could not. The couple divorced for a year, causing Ramona to leave MatchMade industries.
After being hired by Ravencroft industries as an technical engineer, Ramona Luffs developed a special type of contact to inflict others with strong feelings of lust in order to wreak revenge on her former lover. She often stalked different weddings that happened to be connect with MatchMade industries, covering her victims in a petrifying substance to preserve their love forever.
She eventually met her demise by the hand of Aimee Amour.
Trivia:
- Ramona Luffs was originally going to be named 'Ramona Rose,' however it was changed so it didn't seem like a reference to Ramona Flowers.
- The Matchmaker was originally a male in Semester 8. Richard Luffs was the original Matchmaker in this story arc.
- The Matchmaker's appearance was inspired by Mr. L from Super Paper Mario, Team Rocket Grunts from Pokemon, and Maya Aymano from Persona.
- Her catchphrase is, "Do as Mama Matchmaker says, or she'll be one, angry, MAMA!"
- Ramona is a yandere.
 Melody Fortissimo (Allison Fortissma)
Created by Jon Claveria
D.O.B. Dec 4.
Height: 5'6"
Weight: 150lbs
Hair Color: Black, White (Black Naturally)
Eye Color: Black/Red (Brown Naturally)
Killed by Summer Masing
Biography:
Born a musical prodigy, Allison Fortissima had a promising future ahead of her. After a tragic car accident, Allison lost her hearing due to TBI. Unable to cope with her inability to hear, she took solace in being alone, and became distrustful of others. Her only friend became her dog, Brimstone, who she accidentally killed during a rage-induced rampage.
After Brimstone was killed, she couldn't handle being alone, and ended up summoning Satan in order to sell her soul. She sold her soul in order to hear, to be famous, and to be popular so she would never feel alone again. However, though she technically obtained all of what she asked for, it felt hollow. She realized people only loved her for her talent, and not for who she was, which only made her more distrustful of the people around her.
Allison then made another pact with Satan in order to create friends who would always love her. They would be comprised of other aspect of herself, and share many of her same feelings and emotions. These became Madeline Swallows and Zoe Zombie, her bass player and drummer. The only thing she needed to do in order to keep them around was perform a sacrifice every few years.
After meeting Summer Masing, she finally felt loved, and started to feel as if she didn't need Zoe and Madeline, however since they were comprised of her emotions, more specifically her doubts, they acted on their own and performed a sacrifice so they could remain.
Allison eventually met her demise after the Watch were taken to her inner perception realm.
Trivia:
- Allison's full name is Allison Fortissima, but her stage name is Melody Fortissimo.
- She was originally the snarky, foul-mouthed protagonist in a comic strip before the group was made called Apathetic Allison. Her catchphrase was "Grrrrrr".
- She has many traits of a tsundere.
- Allison is an LGBTQ character.
- Madeline represents her outgoing, wild side that wishes to be free, and social. She was named by Allison after a popular girl in her school who tried talking to her once.
- Zoe represents her introverted, anti-social, and easily angered side who stores hatred deep down within her. She was named after an oldies singer that she heard on the radio.
- Zoe and Madeline are puppets controlled by Allison's subconscious, thus making them counterparts to the puppets Madeline and Zoe in SEM8.
- Allison can play guitar, piano, banjo, ukulele, bass, and drums.
- Allison loves the video game Monkey Kong, and secretly loves Sharkman. Zoe Zombie is seen playing a handheld game on the Heads of Cerberus TV show. The game in the handheld was Monkey Kong. Summer and Allison met while playing Monkey Kong.
- Allison has promiscuous tendencies which she represses and expresses through Madeline and Zoe. Madeline has slept around quite a bit, including with Kaosu Henchmen, Dio, and Zoe has been described as a sexual deviant and dominatrix.
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kW2 Spotlights
The one thing you need to know about Pastel's life is that Pastel is that Pastel is the heroine of the a wonderful anime! Yes, yes! You heard right! Pastel is the protagonist! A protagonist who does protagonsitly duties! Pastel is the ultimate protagonist of the ultimate anime! Pastel is just the kawaii, 17 year old protagonist!
However, Pastel has been a baka! Baka! Baka! Baka! Pastel has wasted her school life on accomplishing nothing! Pastel has been a hikikomori, and now in Pastel's final year of highschool, she will never accomplish the perfect high school harem!
Pastel held her head as she shook in front of the mirror.
"Baka! You wasted your high school life, and now it's all over! WAAAAAAAAH!"
Pastel's body shook, knees shaking, and body. Pastel looked at her reflection, noticing Pastel's non-existent oppai.
"N-Nani?! What is Pastel to do?! Pastel's bust is flat! Flatter than flat! As flat as can be! Pastel cannot find many husbandos if Pastel's bust is so flat! AAAAAAHHHHH!"
Some of the other girls in Pastel's school came out of the stall, hearing Pastel scream in fear. They gave Pastel such a strange look, but Pastel was too consumed in the sad realization that Pastel would never find many husbandos in time!
"PASTEL HAS RUINED HER REPUTATION AS PROTAGONIST!" Pastel yelled, tears rushing down Pastel's face in such an exaggerated manner.
Perhaps all Pastel needed to do was figured out how to grow up before Pastel's high school years ended! Yes, yes, yes, yeeees! Pastel will become a josei, and seduce all the husbandos in Pastel's school! With or without oppai!
"YATTA!" Pastel yelled in joy, Pastel's index finger and middle formed into a peace sign. Pastel winked her ultra kawaii right eye, and flipped back Pastel's perfectly perfect protagonist locks. "PASTEL HAS GOT IT! Pastel will prove to the husbandos of the world that Pastel is top tier waifu material!"
From this moment on, Pastel was on a mission to become top-tier, waifu protagonist material, and Pastel would prove it to her high school, as well as the world! People would write doujins about Pastel's escapades with her many husbandos!
Hehehehehehehe... look out, world! Your protagonist is back and better than ever!
Dude, if there's one thing I love, it's ridin' the waves, and waves ridin' me. The waves ride me more than I ride them, and bro, that's why they call me Crush. Cuz the waves crush me down under. Sweet, riiiight? There I am, surfin' on my board, wind blowing my blonde hair. I totally look like a bad-ass.
I see some totally hot babes checkin' out my bod. Cheeeyeahhh, they want some of the Crushster. I knew I shouldn't have done it, but... the babes, my bod; yeah, they needed to be shown. I flexed my arms, starin' at them, and went to the nose my board. But, dude, then I lost my balance, and totally crashed. Yeah, that's right, the Crushster crashed. Not a big deal, I mean, I do it a lot.
My head went under water, and bro, it was totally on. The waves were ridin' me like a babe. The waves were a babe! My babe, and I was it's. The ocean was makin' sweet love to my body. I felt it crushing my bod, soakin' my hair, and scrapin' me on the ocean floor.
Finally, I fell to the bottom of the reef. The waves were a harsh mistress, and dude, I had to submit. The sand scratched my back, givin' me a gnarly case of sandies. I was then washed up on shore, a crab in my shorts, and group of babes laughin' at my epic fail.
But, that's okay, because maybe the babes were turned off, but the waves were turned on, and I was turned on by the waves. Slowly, I picked myself up, flipping my blond locks, side to side so I could release the water that covered me back into the sexy ocean.
Some of the other surfers looked at me.
"Yo, Crush, you f***in' suck, bro." They said to me.
I turned to them.
"Yeah, dude, I do suck, but I suck hard, and that makes me total bamf." I replied.
"Yeah, the girls think you look like an idiot though."
They were right. The babes were still laughing.
"Dude, bro, dude... that's cool, cuz I don't need babes, when the ocean is my babe. "
They didn't understand the connection I had to the deep blue. They didn't get that the goddess of the ocean was making sweet love to me when it crushed me under it's big, beautiful body. They didn't get that the ocean loves me, and I love it.
Cheeyeaah, the ocean totally digs me.
My life is a tragic one. I was born a cute, feathery duckling until the pollution of humanity poisoned my blood stream, mutating me into one of them! I am now the enemy, but as long as I stand up for the the ducks of the world, I will forever be one of them! Oh, how I loathe the human race, and all it causes! Tragedies of pollution make me sick! Humanity is the world's greatest tragedy!
My name is Daffy, and I am from the greatest place on earth: Crystal Ponds! My home, my life, and all of it is here! There I was, gently floating on the face of the pond. Of course, this human body made me this plump rump sink into the water. In my hand, I had a man-made machine known as a megaphone.
Pressing my mouth to the disgusting object of the enemy, I yelled loudly.
"QUAAAAACK! LISTEN TO THE CRIES OF THE FEATHERS! I am Daffy Ponds, and I rule this pond, helping it's beloved citizens! Humanity is poisoning my beloved hom--"
...
Oh, duck! The megaphone was broken due to the water I sat in. CURSES,HUMANITY HARNESSED THE ELECTRICITY IN THIS ITEM! This was enemy's fault, surely! I was screaming into the megaphone, and not ducking soul could hear me.
Standing up fully, I waddled my way out of the water, and over to the visitors who were picnicking in the park area near my beloved home.
"Hey, you! Human jerks! Your picnicking is harming my feathered family! QUUUUAAAACK!"
My mother duck would be ashamed of me using the word quack, as it is the foulest word in the entire ducking language! But I was so ducking mad that I couldn't contain it! The enemy was still there, even after my warning. Grrr! Were they even listening?!
It was a man and his girlfriend, or something. I didn't understand understand human bonds, as I wasn't born with this disgusting flesh that made me lose all of my feathers.
"HEY, YOU! LISTEN TO ME YOU DUCKING IDIOTS!"
Both the man and the woman turned to me.
"What is it, weirdo?" The man asked.
"Buzz off, duck girl." The woman commanded.
Just like humans to be so entitled, thinking they're superior to the duck race! Grrr, it made my ducking blood boil. I could feel it in my beak which was now a human's lips.
"Get out of the park! You're disrupting the ducks! Especially me of all people!"
I paused. I called myself a person. I was disgusted with myself! I really had embraced the life of the enemy.
"I mean... I'm not a person, I'm a duck, and you're especially upsetting me as a duck!" I scolded.
"Go the f*** away," the rude human woman commanded once again.
I was about to ruffle my feathers. I wasn't sure whether or not this woman was a human, or a bitch! She sure seemed like a bitch, and this duck was about to smack a bitch upside her head.
"NO! YOU GO THE DUCK AWAY! YOU'RE DISRUPTING THE BALANCE OF THE POND, AND YOU'RE UPSETTING MY FAMILY!"
I looked back at the. The ducks in the pond ignored them and made their cute, ducky noises. They were so lucky, as they didn't think as I did. They didn't know what the enemy was causing to our kind. They lived in sweet ignorance that I wished I had lived in. But, unfortunately, I was one angry duck that couldn't live in such a polluted pond.
My face scrunched. I was about to use that forbidden word again at these ducking ingrates that disrupted the pond.
"QUAAAAACK! QUACK!" I quacked, rushing toward them and trying my hardest to intimidate.
But then, the humans did something that no duck could resist. They threw a piece of bread in the opposite direction. My ducky instinct kicked in. CURSES! HUMANS KNEW HOW TO CONTROL US!
Seeing the delicious, white piece of bread, I waddled my way over to it. It was on the ground. Such deliciousness, I could not resist. My once feathered hands grabbed the food of the enemy, quickly munching on it.
"Nom, nom, nom." I ate. My downfall was the bread of the enemy.
When I turned back to tell them to duck off, I realized they had left, taking their picnic else where. It seemed they were gone. I needed some rest. Scaring off humans was tough work. That's why i waddled back to the pond which was my home, and sat my round rump back in the water.
All in a day's work for Daffy Ponds, the guardian of Crystal Pond!
Have you ever questioned the intricacies of the beyond? Death is a peculiar, bewildering concept which intrigues me. Not many have ambitions to plot their inevitable demise. Death comes without warning, without notice, without bias, and without intent. Death perplexes me. Is death to be taken, or to be reborn? Is death the opening to endless possibilities, or the closing to all?
In the beginning, there was nothing. Or so scientists and worshipers of deities tend to believe Some would say that a god created the universe, and then various entities after. Some may even argue that the creation of the universe was the moment that time began. However, if there was nothing in the beginning, then how can one know if it truly was the beginning? If the beginning is measured by uncertainty, and time is uncertain, it is incomprehensible. Time is not something that we know for certain. Time is the greatest uncertainty of all.
With that logic, there is no beginning, thus there cannot be an end. One, meaning a person, place, or thing, cannot end if we cannot decipher what an end, or what a beginning truly is. If we do not understand what the concept of time holds, we cannot rule out the endless possibilities which time has faced. Therefore, denying the existence of a possible afterlife is not only foolish, but arrogant.
I cannot bring myself to such arrogance. I am nowhere near omnipotent, nor intelligent enough to truly comprehend the the abstracts of the great universe's beyond. The intolerance shown by bigots of both the theological, and irreligious are abhorrent. True arrogance stems from bigotry. And, bigotry comes from the inability to comprehend.
I consider myself an omnist. Or, perhaps that in itself would be true arrogance. Atheism would be ruled out if that were true, so therefore I would fall in between the greys of bigotry. Perhaps agnostic is what I would define myself. However, given I follow various theological beliefs, I cannot say that I am entirely agnostic. So, an agnostic theist, as paradoxical as that may or may not sound, is the best word to define something that I cannot comprehend. My incomprehension is that of my own beliefs. Therefore, I cannot truly define myself. I, as an entity, am undefinable.
How humorous. All of these beliefs that I have strung together within the realms of my mind are... paradoxical. I am nothing, as my beliefs are meaningless, yet my beliefs are what define me, therefore I am definable by being undefinable.
I took a deep breath and exhaled. The ritual was working. I was opening my mind to thoughts that I had yet to before. The incense which burned from the candles formed around the circle filled my nostrils. I had been sitting here for what felt as only a few minutes, but in reality it was an hour. Or, at least, in this reality, that is what it would have been considered.
Such ignorance. Saying that my perception of time was reality would be fallacious. Which, in turn, would make glide through the dusty dunes of bigotry. So, what I have meant to state is that in my own, subjective, but not entirely verifiable reality, I was staying in one place for an hour.
Yes. That... I believe that would be the best way to describe such.
I had been sitting in my room for what felt like mere minutes, but was, in the realms of what some consider a definable time, an hour. Some would call me a witch. Or, perhaps, some would not call me a witch? Perhaps my title does not necessarily add up to one's definition of what a witch is, or perhaps it does. I cannot accurately describe myself as a witch, because I cannot say that I believe the practices entirely. However, to an extent, I do. But, to an extent, I also do not.
If, say, that the ritual that I had performed did not open my spirit to new beliefs, it would be that I simply thought of something new. Therefore I cannot deny the basic premise of science, free will,
the capacity for human thinking.
It should be noted that I did perform a ritual which was supposed to open my mind to new thoughts, and new nature, but whether or not it worked is up to debate. I am unsure whether or not I should consider it such.
I stood up. I needed a rest from such thoughts. Perhaps socializing is what I should do. I am not, or perhaps I am, considered what is a social person. However, at this very moment, I did feel as if I should socialize with someone, as I needed to numb my thoughts.
...
Hm, then again, did I really?
I hate this city. I hate everything about it. I hate the way it looks, the way it smells, the way it scratches, and tears at the back of my mind. This city is a cold, dark one, full of cults, clowns, and an all you can eat death buffet. It's sickening.
I've dedicated my life to this city for the past fifteen years. And all for what? All for f***ing what? Nothing. The world's not a better place. The city's still a sh*t hole. All of it keeps me up at night, making me feel the pain it feels. This city is no friend of mine. It's just the monkey on my back that keeps the cash coming.
Maybe now that I'm retiring from this, I can move on. Move away, leave this sh*t behind, maybe find a nice woman, finally settle down. Being a cop, a detective, a law enforcer in a town like this was a mistake. It's only brought pain and misery.
... And sleepless nights. God, how I wish I could sleep. I would do anything to just let my eyes rest for awhile, and catch a dream. My dream is to dream. Isn't that funny? Yeah, real f***ing funny, Jack.
I decided to force a chuckle at my own inner monologue. God, I'm pathetic. But, so is everyone else. Everyone else is on the same goddamn boat that I am. They're all pathetic if they live in this city. That's the only way to describe someone stupid enough to live here.
I reached in my pocket as I stood on the roof of the police building. In my pocket I had the sweet release. A carton and a lighter. I whipped out a death stick from the box, and lit it before placing it in my mouth. Surely, these would kill me, if this city, or lack of sleep didn't.
Then again, was living here, doing what I do really living? Yeah f***ing right. This wasn't life, it was hell. No, it was sh*ttier than hell. Waking up to reports of little girls molested, sex rings flourishing, or artistic murders growing by the numbers; yeah, that sounds like hell to me.
Most people would take money under the table. Criminals liked their things quiet, with none of us snooping around. It's why I refuse to work with a partner. It's why I won't pair myself up with the other scum that surround this building. I'm not a bad guy. I'm not a good guy, but I sure as hell not nearly as bad as those f***s down below me.
Thinking about it all makes me sick. We swear to uphold the law, but... do we really? What's the point in making a living for something we don't even do? That's not doing a job, that's just getting paid for the wrong reasons. God, I hate it. I hate this all. I hate the job, hate the place, hate the people, hate the fact that I'm where I am.
... But, I chose this, didn't I? I chose to live a life where I barely live. Yeah, real f***ing slick, Jackie. Real, rea--
"Jack," I hear the door from behind me swing open. It was one of those fat idiots who deserved to be called a pig rather than an officer.
"What is it?" I groaned.
"The Artist, Jackie."
"The artist, huh? So, left me a little something, huh? A doodle to leave up on the fridge I'm guessing, right?"
"A woman, blonde, mid twenties, sla--"
"I know the f***ing drill. Give me a moment, and I'll be there." I groaned.
"Of course."
That idiot left, probably to go take more money form under the table. He acts like I don't know, but I do. I've seen it, and can't do a damn thing. Throwing my cigarette to the floor, I stomped on it to make sure it was put out completely.
This Artist a**hole has been stirring trouble, and I was going to catch him. My sleepness nights wouldn't go to waste.
They say that a good career is what makes a man happy. Working in a big, fancy building, having your own office, and stack of paper work. This... this is surely the life. My desk, it's a wooden mahogany. It has a tiny area for people to give me the papers I must work on. My chair is comfortable, cushioned, and perfect for me to sit. In fact, there's even something on my desk which shows my name. "Bluelake". Ha ha, perfection.
In fact, all of my office is perfect, except the one thing that ruins it all. A photo of myself when I was younger rests on my desk. I look so young, happy, full of life. Days and thoughts of becoming an international MMA fighter. My face swelled up with tears as grabbed the photo. My dreams... my hopes... all of them... they had all been consumed by this office life.
Gently, I stroked the photo, remembering when I was young and thought I could do anything. It felt like only a few years ago, mainly because it was only five years ago that it happened. But those five years felt like an eternity. My muscles are still bulging, like in the picture. They're still golden, and perfection, but my heart has been tainted by the office. I have become a corporate drone for a soul sucking company.
I placed the photo back down, and stood up from my chair. My pecs looked as if they were about to rip out of this too-small button-up shirt. In fact, if I were to flex my biceps, surely my shirt would tear. I knew what I needed. I just needed to socialize. It's what I did best, after all.
Running down the hall outside of my office, I crashed into one of my co-workers doors. He was surprised to see his door fly off it's hinges, and crash though his window. A draft came in now that the glass of the window had been shattered.
"HA HA HA! WHAT'RE YA DOIN' IN HERE?!" I screamed heartily towards my co-worker.
"O-Oh, hey, Bluelake... I'm just doing my work." He said awkwardly.
"YOU'RE DOIN' YOUR WORK?! HA HA! HOW ARE YOU DOIN' YOUR WORK IF YOU HAVE A HUGE-ASS HOLE INSIDE OF YOUR OFFICE?"
"Y-You just did that, Bluelake..."
He seemed scared. That's why I needed to lighten the mood. I approached him, and slapped him on his back.
"HA HA! I GET IT! YOU'RE JUST BEIN' A DUMB-ASS! STOP BEIN' A DUMB-ASS, AND ALL THINGS WILL GET BETTER FOR YOU, BUT NOT FOR ME!"
That part was true. Things wouldn't get better for me. Because I worked for such an awful company. I wanted to quit and pursue my dream of becoming an MMA fighter, but I knew I couldn't.
"SEE YA!" I yelled, before exiting the room.
I needed some coffee. That'd get my mind off of all this depression. When I got to my work's coffee machine, I saw one of my other co-workers, Susan. She was one hot mama. Big jugs, nice round ass, the kind of woman you'd probably nail two or three times before it became boring.
"NICE TITS!" I yelled out loudly, my shirt practically ripping as I said so.
"... Bluelake, you were in the sexual harassment video. You know the consequences." She replied.
"HM, NEVER GOT THAT REPLY BEFORE..."
I looked at her, giving her a smile before flexing all of my muscles. It instantly ripped off all of my clothes.
"YOUR MOVE." I winked at her now that I was naked.
"Ugh..." she groaned, leaving the room.
"OF COURSE A HOT WOMAN LIKE YOU WOULDN'T WANT ME! HA HA HA! BUT THAT'S OKAY!" I yelled as she left.
Now I was naked, but still muscular and toned. When wouldn't this depression end...
There are lots of things in this world that make no sense. There are lots of people you'll meet that mean nothing. And there are lots of things in this world that you'll regret. Trust me, I'm the person who knows from experience. Or, at least I'd like to think. The one thing that is good in this world, the one thing that makes sense, and the one thing I've never regretted is music.
Music is a form of expression, expression is a glimpse at who you really underneath every layer. Music is form of solace, and music is pure, even if you're not. When I think of all the things I love most in this world, I think of music. I think of it as the only thing that has never been wrong.
I wonder if all these people think the same. They're all watching me as I'm up here on stage. I got a bandmate to the right, screaming into the microphone, lyrics that I don't even understand, or relate to. I have another behind me, beating on drums, and then to the far left there's the bass player.
I wasn't always the lead guitarist for this band. I'm actually the third person to have this spot. Boy, oh f***ing boy, does this band get around when it comes to lead guitarist. I'd like to think of myself as the best guitarist they've had, but that's not saying much. Their music is pretty sh*tty. Sh*tty lyrics, sh*tty sound, sh*tty everything.
Still, it's all sh*t, but I need this. It's not easy getting a job with felonies on your record. People don't always overlook that sh*t. At least this pays. Not much, but it's something. And even a little something is a something to be thankful for.
I know this band will never make it big. It sucks nut sacks, and the nut sacks bask in this band's sh*tty glory. The song is about to end, so my fingers quickly move to each fret, perfectly hitting the right note. Damn, I am f***ing amazing! As for my band mates? Yeah, no. F*** to the no.
The song ends there. The people in crowd are going wild. Why? F*** if I know. I wouldn't go wild for this sh*t show. My guitar was pretty good, but the drummer's drumming was sh*t, lead singer's off key, and the bassist... Holy hell, don't get me started.
The lead singer yells into the mic, "THANK YOU, GOOD NIGHT!"
Yeah, thanks. Thanks for listening to our sh*tty songs. Really, I applaud you all for admiring such horrible sounds. It takes a real f***ing crowd to be able to do that. Still, appearances are everything, and mine... have to be upheld.
I rush towards the mic.
"You all f***in' rock!"
I yell loudly into the microphone. I take off my sunglasses, stick out my tongue, and make horns with my hands. God, I must look like a f***ing douchebag. No, I must look like a douchebag's douchebag. The crowd is going wild. Wow. So, they're the avid worshipers of a douchey band with douchey songs, and douchey band mates, and douchey me.
God, this is what my life has come to, hasn't it? I could have really been something. Maybe a real musician, or a music teacher. Maybe I'd teach people how to appreciate music the way I do. I could have gone to college, I could have done so much more with my life. But, what did I do instead? I got high. I did a f*** load of drugs, drank a sh*t load of alcohol, and then I got busted. I did my time, four f***in' years. I was a 20 year old when I went in, and now I'm 24. Time flies.
I don't have the cash to pursue other dreams, and I don't have skills to get a better job, so... yeah. I'm stuck kissing ass for a band I hate, with band mates I hate, and a life I hate. There has got to be something more to life.
The lead singer pats my back, and smiles.
"You're the f***ing best, Trippy!" she says.
God, I f***ing hate that name. 'Trippy'. It's disgusting. It's a disgusting reminder of all the sh*t I put into my body. Not that I'm called Trippy for that reason. I'm actually called Trippy because my name is Tricia Peters. Tri-Pe: Trippy. Still, I hate that word.
"No, you're the best! You ALL are the best! You know what I love about this band?! We go HARD or HARDLY GO!" I reply with a smile and loud shout.
The crowd loves our energy. Mine especially. It's because people are simple, and easily fooled by my facade. You know, thinking about it, I probably could have been an actor. People fall for my social bullsh*t all the time.
Most people would ask, "Why act like something you're not?" Hey, hey... HELLO! The world wants you to be a drone. It wants you to conform. The odd one out always sticks out like a sore thumb. It's best that I learned this now. Took a lot of thought, a lot of time... four f***ing years to be exact. Aaaaand now, it's my only philosophy. Read the room, and become a page of it's sh*tty story.
The room starts to silence, and the band, including me, go back stage. God, I hate the smell of alcohol that fills this place. It makes me want a drink so much, but that would only lead to me going down a path I really don't want to go down.
When we reach the green room, there are my band mates. They're cutting lines of coke, and are about to snort it.
Read the room.
Read the room.
Read the room.
Read the room.
Read the f***ing room.
"HEY! You guys are getting f***ed up without me?!" I shout excitedly. God, I am so f***ing fake. Holy hell. What am I even saying?
Of course they are. They have nothing better to do with their lives. They're chasing some dumb dream of being famous, and guess what? All of the famous musicisn in history have drug addictions. F***ing wannabe posers. I feel kind of bad for them, but also I kind of loathe them.
"Ya, Trips! You wanna line?" One of the other girls in my band ask.
No. I don't. Even if there was some sort of inner part of me that did, the part of me that thinks doesn't. I know what it did last time, and I know how it'll go. The last thing I need is to be behind bars. Who knows how many years it'll be this time? Yeah, I'll think here rather than think behind the huge iron door of a cell.
I nod my head in approval.
"F*** yeah, I want one!" I shout, throwing up my hand, "But, first lemme load my sh*t up into my van, kay? And then we go hard, or hardly go!"
It's sh*t like this that makes everyone think I'm such a socialite. You know, that I'm extroverted, and want to party. Truthfully, I just want to sleep. It's tiring lying to these people all the time. But, it's conformity, and conformity gets you everywhere.
"I'll be back in a bit, kay? See ya! Woohoo!"
Everyone eats up my energy. They believe it. F***, sometimes even I believe it. As I walk out of the room, and to the outside of the building with my guitar, I think. I think of what it must be like to be honest. To be someone who's respectable, and true to themselves at the same time.
I could have been so much. So, so, so much more than this, but this is the life I chose. I'm scarred by my actions, my choices... they define who I am. And now, I choose to be defined by my lies. My lies become truths, and the true truth means nothing.
As I reach my van, I open up the back doors. I load my guitar and my amp into the back. They are the only thing that are real about me. Music is the only thing that's really real in my life. The rest? It all sucks. It's all fake. It's all just the act of life. Life is one big play, and everyone's acting in it.
After closing my van doors, I reach into my pockets and pull out my phone. I call my band mates who are expecting me to snort few lines. It rings a few times before I hear them answer.
"Hello?"
"Yo, it's Trips! Some douche cop left a ticket on my van, and I am like 'WHAT THE FUUUUCK?!' I gotta get this sh*t straight! I'll get f***ed up with you guys later! HAVE FUUUUN! WOOHOO!"
I hang up, and sigh. She bought it. She's too busy getting high to even know I'm lying. It's a good excuse, but I'll have to come up with another one next time. I hop into my van, and drive off. The city is pretty quiet this time at night.
I just want to get home fast. I live in a sh*t part of town. Some gang called the Court of Clowns have a base in my area. They're f***ing psychos, but what can you do? It's the only place I could afford.
After reaching my apartment, I carried my instruments upstairs, and entered the area. It was cold, dark, and had a TV in the center, and a bed in the back room. It's small, and sucks, but it's whatever. I got to be thankful for something, right? Just gotta stay positive, even when life sh*ts all over you.
After leaning my guitar against the wall, I head to the bathroom. The purple in my hair is fake, as well as my purple contacts. It's just to give the appearance of a rockstar. Everyone has to look the part, because looks, and acts are everything in life.
I turn on the sink and put my hands under the warm, running water before splashing my face with it, wiping off the sh*t ton of make-up I caked on my face. Of course, I use remover, and dab my face until it's clean. I'll take a shower tomorrow. I'm tired. I want to sleep. Maybe I'll wake up and not be myself. Or, maybe I'll wake up and be a better version of myself.
... I hope. Hell, I wish. Life is just one big, sh*tty ass song for me, and it's constantly being played.
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