Post by wingedwarrior on Jul 9, 2009 0:10:05 GMT -5
Like Cyn, I wrote this around age eleven and twelve.... now I am fifteen---still, this stuff is bad... with flat whinny characters and an awkward form of Daemon..... I present you Rising Phoenix! (bursts out laughing). Oh I also present bad grammar, and running sentences!
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Jack Gale Today’s date: March 12, 2014
Writer’s Diary: Looking back at my childhood Current age: 20
Looking back, I realized I didn’t grow up as I would have wanted to. When I was child I was abused countless times by my parents. They never gave me a positive comment; everything they told me would be scornful, condescending or loathsome. It hits me hard and happens very often that I have a tendency to become oblivious.
As I grew older it became worse. I was always tolerant, but sometimes I couldn’t help myself. I would explode and become another person, this happens when I am filled with exceeding amounts of hate. When I burst I tend to do devastating acts. I even had caused a death, the death of my mother. When my mother died, my father wanted to disown me. He feared that if he did, I would spread the word about them being abusive parents, his reputation of being a kind and generous diplomat would be ruined. That was his only incentive to keep me.
All in all, I don’t feel remorseful because of my mothers’ death. I don’t regret my punishment of going to military camp at age sixteen. All what matters is today. I am back home, studying in an excellent university, and continuing my life.
Everything I have experienced has done me good. I was able to overcome being an emotional wreck and became a fighter. It has made me who I am today. This is my story about my journey. This journey makes me become a phoenix, rising from ashes to grow to be supreme, to be someone greater that I sought to become.
Chapter 1- Shrunken
I was having a conversation with my friend Boa. His real name is Boe Sizzle. My friends and I call him Boa because of his great obsession for snakes. He is takes pleasure in wearing outfits that resemble any kind of snakes. He loves to wear things loose and his neon green t-shirts with red stripes on them. His hair is wisp and he has neon green highlights on his short bangs. People say that he’s quite weird looking and he doesn’t compare to me.
Some people find me strange because I hang out with some of the “outcasts.” They think I am superior compared to them, according to them: I am some decent looking rich guy, who is worry-free, a goody-two-shoe, and even perfect. I disagree with most of their perceptions about me. It has probably been influenced by my dad. Besides that, they don’t know me well. I bet if I was not my father’s son they would see me differently.
I guess it’s my appearance that differentiates me from my friends. Unlike them, I like to wear my hair clean. I enjoy wearing faded jeans and a shirt without any designs on it. I typically wear light colors. Today I made an exception, I wore oak brown. I usually wear a black leather jacket. It has a breast pocket and pockets located inside the jacket. In the inside pocket, I normally carry a pistol (incase of any kind of crazy maniacs).
The pistol I carry was first gun I had been given, it also was my favorite gun. I used it to train myself with when I was 15. My determination and strong willed personality helped me become top of my class during my duration in military camp. Now I am an expert in weaponry and in the battlefield.
Classes were over. Boa and I decided to chill in the mall. We finally exited the campus. That’s when I realized I left my book and I needed for the final exams next week.
I told Boa, “I won’t be coming with yea, I need to study.” Boa was about to speak, he was irate because earlier I agreed to procrastinate. Before he could say a word, I hastily ran back to the campus.
The university has seven different gates. Each gate would lead to a certain area, the first gate led to the cafeteria, gym, auditorium, high school, and grade school. It also led to the science labs and the computer lab (being my destination.) The second gate led to the college classrooms, the computer lab, and the cafeteria. The third gate is for the teachers. The reception was located in the fifth gate along with the detention room. All the bathrooms were located in every gate. For after school classes’ people would go to the sixth gate, there was a park, gym equipment, track and field, a court, and an entrance to the cafeteria. The seventh gate is the schools bank, filled with supplies and money.
I decided to go to the first gate. It was the fastest way to the computer lab. I saw the gate guard. He was sitting on his old plastic chair in front of entrance into the classrooms. “Please sir, let me in. I need to find my book for the final exams on Monday.” No sere boy. I’m closing’ up naw. Needa to go home kido.” He told me. “C’mon, do I have to bribe yea or somtin’ ” I muttered under my breath annoyed. “Datz a gud idea, but neh, I will be a bad persona to take yo money. Beat it boy!” This guard was rather pissing me off. His English was awful and it was the end of the day.
It was pointless arguing with him, I needed another away in. I decided to hide in the old guard shack. It was practically abandoned making it safe to hide in. I waited until he had left, by then it was night. I was all alone. During my wait in the shack, to pass time, I created a strategy on how I will get inside the university.
The school invested generous amounts of money on a well detection system in some parts of the school. If activated, needles would be shot from the walls. Those needles could knock you out till morning. That was one of only the detection systems that I was aware of, I knew there were more I wasn’t unsure on what they may be. The detection system definitely made my journey more strenuous.
I gathered this information about the detection system from a friend of mine who once went camping in the university. He wanted to explore the off limited areas of the school. Since the school was like a huge maze, he ended up loosing himself in the teachers lounge. There he found his semester grades beside money on one of the professors working desk. He was tempted to look at his grades and “steal” the money. To summarize the story, he did, the system was activated. The next day, the teachers found him on the floor partly paralyzed. It was a good thing they were able to revert him back to normal.
I figured I was going to take the second gate. Since there were no censors in the cafeteria it was the easiest way in. I approached the gate. It was twice my size. It had a small opening on the bottom and had a rustic feel to it. I tried to pick the lock, but realized it was computer activated. I sighed. I knew I needed to clime up. I took off my jacket, threw it threw the hole and started to clime. I reached the top. I balanced in between the spaces of the pointing ends of the gate and jumped off.
I successfully arrived in the cafeteria. It was pitch black. There were no windows. I could barely see the numerous tables and doors. It was matter of seconds until my eyes have adjusted well to the dark. Amazingly, I could see as clearly as if it were day. I maneuvered my way to the hallway.
Unfortunately, this is where I had to be most careful. My only concern was how I would avoid the alarm system. It was a good thing that the computer lab was across the cafeteria. I examined the area, I decided to slide my cell phone a cross the floor into the computer lab door. It was quiet, nothing shot out of the walls, and no alarm was triggered. It was silent. I waited for a few seconds waiting for the alarm, the silence remained.
I went in and heard whispers. I ignored it. I figured it was just the wind. I looked scanned the area looking for my book. I saw it and walked towards it. On my way out, I stopped to see a cloaked figure sitting on the teachers’ desk. I dropped my book in surprise to see the figure seated on the desk.
I liked the cloak the figure wore it was beautiful especially because of the glistening light coming from the several tiny-square-windows on the left side of the classroom. It seemed to be floating in air. It was very delicate reminding me of a ballet dancer and it blended well with the environment.
Out of curiosity, I wanted to see the face of the possessor of the magnificent cloak. It was a man, he looked my age. I could see bits of his hair sticking out of his hood. He had black hair that was slightly wisp. While I was scanning his features his eyes suddenly opened. The color was exotic, it had pale blue and blood red, these where merely compliments to the main color. They intertwined to create purple, being the dominant color in his eyes.
The most peculiar item I found stuck out of his cloak. It looked like feathers. I could imagine them to be wings. It had vivid rainbow like colors, almost blending with the atmosphere. It looked soft as silk in the middle of the feathers but sharp and jagged in the tips. I could imagine those feathers to be impenetrable like a diamond or even stronger. I was bewildered by this bizarre sight. I felt hypnotized into that fascinating object. I was too much in a trance, I couldn’t move from my place. This was my downfall.
My intuition was telling me that someone was behind me, I didn’t listen. I heard creeping sounds behind me and then I heard a smack. My intuition was correct. Someone was covering my mouth with a cloth-like substance.
I felt I couldn’t scream or react, I was unsure on what I should do. I stayed in my place. After a while, I became alert. I grabbed my pistol located under the inside-pocket of my black leather jacket and shot accurately towards the cloaked figure in front of me. I heard a bang, I did not miss. I perceived that I shot its arm. I heard a soft yelp of pain. I was hoping the thing restraining me was working with the male creature I have shot, therefore, letting me go to aide its ally. I was wrong it had a tight grip on me. I heard its voice. It was a female my age. She was definitely not our professor.
The woman whispered something into my ear. I could not understand what she was saying for it was in an unknown language. All I could hear was the softness of her voice. She had a beautiful voice, the most beautiful I have heard. It sounded like a sirens voice and she almost put me into a trance. I was able to stay conscious. I tried to struggle free from her hold but I couldn’t get loose. The gassy scent from the cloth was becoming more and more revolting. I knew sooner or later that I would be unconscious. I struggled once again to break free. My efforts have failed and I blacked out.
I woke up and started to groan. I realized I was on the floor so I stood up. I looked up and on my teachers desk in front of me, I saw Batchi, our teachers hamster. He was gigantic, even his food pellets were bigger than me! A few minutes later after, I realized that Batchi was not the only thing abnormal in size, everything was!
The tables were boundaries that disrupted my concentration due to the unfamiliarity of sizes. The computers were more distracting compared to the tables, each computer looked the same and I was taken aback.
I wondered how everything became so humongous. I pondered on the situation and then I made a miraculous discovery, I have been shrunk into a size of a molecule, my worst nightmare. “Aww great, I am now a midget,” I thought to myself (I had height issues as a child). I started to panic. I came up with a solution I have to find the woman I saw earlier in order to turn back to my normal size.
I checked the time using my Rolex watch. It was six-thirty am, almost seven o’clock. I was alarmed because grade school’s classes started at seven exact. I knew I had a limited time to look for the woman. I saw the door it gave me the impression that it was miles away. It was a good this I was a great runner. I began to run through the tiled floor.
I finally reached the door, good thing it was open. I checked my watch, it was six forty. Before I blacked out, I remembered that the woman was holding a test-tube filled with an unknown substance in her free hand. That gave me a clue. I should go to the science lab. Time was not on my side, I was too exhausted to run and ended up walking.
I was near the science lab, but unfortunately the bell rang. My only instinct was to run to the side of the corridor to make sure the students don’t step on me. People rushed in like a stampede. Unfortunately, the fifth graders brought pets to school because there was a pet meeting. I almost was crushed by a student and her dog. I decided I needed a faster way of transportation. Due to my swiftness and intelligence I devised a plan to grab on to the dog. I was successful. We approached the science lab.
We entered the lab, everyone sat down. I was still clinging to her dog. I started to look around for the test-tube with the exact mixture I saw yesterday. It was on top of a counter near the sink. I recognized it due to the strange markings near the opening.
I concentrated on the nearest landing spot and jumped off the dog. Then I moved towards the counter. It was a good thing that the distance towards the counter is not as extensive compared to the distance of the door in the computer lab. I was below the counter, my only issue was on how to clime up.
I noticed a gigantic rope dangling from the handle of the counter. I jumped up, grasped it, and climbed. I finally arrived on top counter. By then class was over.
I saw the test-tube filled with the unknown substance and climbed up once more. I could barley balance on the test-tube. I felt like I was on top of the highest mountain, I made the best of that moment. After enjoying myself, I realized I was loosing balance and could fall any minute from now. I took a sip from the tube and started to have multiple pleasurable sensations. I felt indestructible and liberated.
While I was having these sensations, I felt a dark shiver up my spine as if volts have been injected in me. It was painful yet satisfying. I felt bewildered at this moment. I wondered “how can something painful feel sensational?” I felt stunned and frozen. The pleasure started to fade away slowly until it was dark. It was quiet.
The silence was broken by whispers. It sounded soft yet haunting, it was a man. I started to see eyes appear in front of me. They looked like diamonds mixed with emeralds and rubies. I could see hues of light green, dark green, translucent blue, scarlet red, and milk white not fully mixed together. His eyes looked like priceless gems in itself. His eyes made me reminiscent of the sea during sunset. I was mesmerized by its color.
The voice of the man started to fade, with words that I could not understand. It was similar to the dialect of woman I have encountered earlier, but not exactly alike. The last thing that I could remember was hearing chilling screams of pain… then everything started to fade away.
I woke up with my head on a bed, I was in the clinic. There was a woman seated beside me. I knew she wasn’t the nurse, she was wearing a cloak, it was gray and translucent almost invisible. It was almost like the cloak of the man that sat on the desk. I felt uneasy when I heard her voice. It was smooth and soft, she sounded almost as if she was singing. I was exasperated hear her voice. She was the same woman I encountered yesterday. Before I could react, she forced me to drink a liquid substance. I could not fight her for I was weakened due to the substance I drank earlier. I ended up accepting her drink. After I finished it, I soon became unconscious.
I woke up sitting on a chair inside the science lab. Everything was normal. I felt aches and pains all over my body. When I would try to recall what happened that night, but I could not remember.
As weeks passed by I had consistent dreams about a little girl, a little boy, and a younger me. We would play and do everything together. On other days, I would loll around reflecting on these dreams and creating stories to make sense out of them.
I mostly dreamt about the children. The dreams were very informative about these two kids, on their personality, interests, and passions. The little girl and boy were possibly siblings. They both looked similar they both had nice hair, fair skin, and had common interests.
The only difference was their personality. The boy was like a bull. He was impulsive, rebellious, head strong, and loved to fight. He would use knives, blades, and all sorts of weapons. I was amused since he fought extremely well in a very young age.
Nerveless, in my dreams we were compatible. Although the boy was over protective of his sister, we seemed to be close. I act different in my dream. I was more mischievous and defiant. I also was an expert about time, space, the universes, history, and other logical stuff I don’t quite remember.
The little girl was very cute, sweet, generous, and compassionate. Yet she had a terrible temper. When her temper kicks in she can fight extremely well, even better than the little boy. Although she can fight, she chooses not to.
There would be days were I would dream about my adventure as a “microscopic midget.” That interested me the least, therefore, I paid no attention to it. After all, it was only a dream. I thought to myself, until one day, when I passed by the computer lab. I heard mechanical sounds and had constant flashbacks of the past. I could recall the long run towards the door, the dog I was clinging on, and most of all, the dreaded deceiving eyes. Those flashbacks helped me realized the dream did happen.
I was bothered by my thoughts about bizarre people I have encountered. The more I thought about them, the more dreams I would have of the young girl and the boy. It came to the point when I decided to tell the police.
I told them about the male creature with the vibrant wings and the woman who knocked me out when we first met. In detail, I gave my insight on what she may be up to.
I said: she was doing experiments, which I believe are illegal. I demand that she should be investigated immediately! They did not listen to my demands and just laughed. Too add to the mockery, the police officer asked me, “Whes yea poof? Whats the ladie name.” He said in a cocky manner. The policeman discouraged me not to tell anyone.
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Chapter 2- Outcast
Today’s Date: July 7, 2016
Age: 23
It has been years now since the incident during school. Today I am inspired to become a passionate writer. I have decided to write “fiction” stories about my encounter with creature and its possible owner. That past experience will always be with me through my memories and writings. I wrote for me and for the people whom have had encounters similar to mine.
While I was writing, my dad called me for dinner. I didn’t want to go down, after the incident years ago. People have been talking. I didn’t mean to kill her. She gave me a long detesting rant about me. I didn’t do anything horrid. I only embarrassed her in a party when I accidentally thought her old boyfriend was a driver (he looked ghastly). I was massively provoked and had to act. That caused the incident (it happened after the party). I still had to face it. I had to face the man who keeps me for his own sake. After all he feeds me and sends me to school. Just so his reputation of being such a great man wouldn’t be ruined. Tha—” I ended my rant and decided to go down for dinner.
I went out of my room and into the hallway. I passed the countless family portraits mounted on the wall. I passed my parent’s priceless brass life-sized figurines and finally to our house elevator located on the end of the hallway.
Inside the elevator, I scanned several buttons and finally went to the thirteenth floor where the dinner was always held. I sat down where I would normally sit, on an antique chair that was made centuries ago. It was made out of gold with precious gems and even had a date behind. It was in characters of some sort.
I looked around to take a few seconds to scan the room to see if anything new has changed. My dad was extravagant. He would change the room very often that I would forget on how it looked before he changed it. I was amazed on the fact that he would spend money like it was nothing.
I was sat in front of an ancient table. It was a long dinner table with intricate designs. The marble sculptures of my parents on my left. On my right was another ancient table with ornaments on it. Our giant family portrait was the center piece of the room. It was about 10 feet and it faced me. I realized was different from my dad, I could hold money.
We were served a sumptuous meal. My eyes grew big and my mouth watered as the courses were slowly served. Before I was able to grab a bite, my dad whimsicality said. “Jack, what did you do upstairs that kept me waiting?” “It’s nothing special.” I replied.
The room broke into silence. “Yes, it’s finally quiet! I can now eat in peace.” I said to soon. The silence was interrupted by my fathers scolding. “Jack! Don’t lie to me boy! What were you really doing?!” I decided to not answer such questions asked by my father, due to my fear they will make an abashing statement like he normally does. Yet if I didn’t answer him soon, I knew I would get scolded. “I was ohm writing”… I said softly. “Oh’ ok, it is only that shitty-garbage that you tell me.” My father said monotonously.
I was tempted to shoot him with my gun it was very accessible, it was just inside my pocket. My hand slowly slipped into my pocket until I could feel the coldness of my gun. It would only have been seconds till a new grave was dug. I could berserk any minute from now. The temptation was great. However, I was capable to control myself. I realized it will end in a bloody mess, it was unreasonable and undiplomatic.
I coolly let go of my gun and softly responded: its art. “Art? Paintings are art. Though I bet if you ever painted a picture it would look like crap. More your stories boy, you’ve been practicing. And it still is some shitty-junka-whatz that even a dog can do. It is a waste of your pathetic time. The dog would most likely do better. Why even bother, the dog can beat you in mostly everything. Study hard!!! Make me money and be useful! Not some worthless crap-machine doing stupid things that will lead to money loss. And, and, loss of power. Maybe the dog should replace you, considering its better. You will be now called Potty and you refer the dog as Jack. ” My father said taking his time to humiliate me.
The words that came out of his mouth made me go berserk. I screamed. “You idiot! You think I’m crap? At least I’m some extravagant fool, thinking he is superior to the rest because of money, who keeps his own son because of his corrupt bitter reasons! You will not change. Even in extreme measures you will not change! Like when that, that, old hag died! You always try to get the worse outa me. I hate you!”
I could see rage appear in the old mans eyes. Suddenly china started to fly. It hit my chest, ripping my shirt. A gash of red liquid flowed nonstop. I became pale to see the sight of blood.
I looked at my father, he was grinning. I knew in his mind he had enjoyed that. The grin became a frown. He was not worried that I was injured. It was obvious he didn’t care about me, I could see in his eyes. He knew his reputation of him being a well rounded good man was ruined. The household helpers that served our meals know and sooner or later the news will spread fast as an epidemic. He’ll loose everything, money, power, and fame, all of his life’s blind desires (all worthless).
Seeing my fathers’ expression made me realize I was still standing in vain. I decided to take my blood soaking shirt off and check how bad the wound may be. It was a gash, a long one. There were fragments of china deeply imbedded in my skin. I could stand the sight of blood, this was different. It was more than I could take. I stared at it for a few seconds.
Minutes have passed and I started to react. I went to the nearest bathroom to clean the wound. I took off my shirt and I took out the fragments of china. Not a word came out of me. I was able to take a hold on gauze. I wrapped it around the gash, washed my shirt and put it on. It didn’t matter whether the shirt was wet.
My father really broke the border this time. Other times were not as bad. I would normally have a beating and would be insulted. But nothing was like this.
It was unimaginable on what my father may do to me next. He was a cold hearted man and was able to commit silent murder if he had to. I decided to leave the house for good. I felt it was pointless staying home, after all, the bond between my father and I never existed.
It was raining outside. I continued to walk. My only possessions were money, clothes, and my I-pod. I also brought my guns (I carry my two most favorite), one on my belt another inside the jacket pocket.
As I began to walk away from the house and could I only see a mere silhouette of it. I started to mumble my thoughts. “Damn people. Forget them. No wait! Kill them— not a good idea it will be a mess… do something to prove yourself. You can fight, you are smart, you’ve just gotta prove it. Yeah, that is it, I shall prove their sorry asses wrong…” I mumbled my thoughts under my breath. I knew I was good for something. I knew I would be great, I just don’t know how yet, but I will.”
Hours have passed, it still was pouring hard, despite my condition I kept on walking. My light brown hair had turn dark, my clothes soaking, I did not think twice about going back. I repetitively said inside my head. “I hated my school, my abusive, erotic, old man, and the town I lived in.” I tried hitching rides in various areas. No one bothered picking me off the road.
I have passed countless cities and different towns. I was lost and surprisingly happy. Probably because I was used to the hurt and now I am more in peace. I kept walking even though I was starting to feel aches all over. I decided to stop to find shelter in a town called Esen.
I arrived at its gate it reminded me of the medieval gates I read up on during history class years back. I entered the gate, the town seemed peaceful. Although, it was raining everything was exquisite. The architecture was beautiful. It looked medieval with a mix of modern architecture.
I kept on walking to explore the place. The town was surrounded by tall trees circling the town; I couldn’t see what was beyond the town. I could hear the exotic animals. I was able to see an awkward squirrel. It had two tails on its head that looked like antennas. It was awfully bigger than normal. It was as big as a Labrador. The weirdest part about it was it had some sort of spectacles. I came to the conclusion it was mutated.
I checked my watch once again. It was nearly 1:30 am. I realized I needed some sleep. I saw a hotel, it differed from the other buildings it looked old and beaten. I could have went on to search for a better place to rest in, I did not have the strength to go on, therefore, I decided to stay in the battered hotel for the night.
I entered and saw the counter I paid for a room, before heading to my room I asked one of the workers why the hotel differed from the other structures. They told me that this building used to be a morgue. The towns’ people believed it was haunted and did not change the structure of the building
That terrified me and lured me in to ask more. I asked about the town’s history. The workers told me that this town used to be an ancient place of prayer. Nothing spectacular was renovated due to the villager’s beliefs. They all agreed with using the buildings to avoid conflict with the natives. New comers never decided to be a resident of the village because they fear something unknown.
I had shivers up my spine, yet I still asked what it was that the people feared. “Zat my friend, I cayn’t thell yeah. It would do yeah no gud.” The worker said. “Why what will happen to me?” I had to ask. “I say it do yeah no gud! Dun’t ask or I will kicke yeah ot!” She shouted enraged. That did it. I hastily grabbed the key and went to the room 66010, to rest for the night, hoping that nothing goes wrong.
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Chapter 4- Shadow Walker
I woke up to go to the bathroom to wash up. It was still late. I felt I had the energy to go explore the area, I got out of my bed and brought my guns (I sleep with them). I approached the bathroom and saw a speeding shadow. At first, I ignored it and I kept walking towards the bathroom. I went in and tried to turn on the light but the power was out.
I went out of the bathroom to look for my I-pod. I figured out that the backlight would serve as a flashlight. I opened my bag and started to feel for my I-pod. “Hey Jack, you suck!” An enraged voice said from behind. By the tone of the voice I could tell it was a man.
I was startled when I looked back to see no one. It was just the shadows. I found my I-pod, turned it on, and took out my gun. I faced to the direction of the bathroom and looked up. I was alarmed to see feathers familiar to me before, I could not see who possessed it for it was dark. I flashed my I-pod to see hid face. I only saw a glimpses until my I-pod ran out of battery. I recognized his eyes, the color was exotic. It was purple with mixes of red and blue still visible. I saw gauze rapped on his arm. I realized he was the person I shot! He was the creature I saw years ago in the university I have graduated in.
I needed to escape. I could read the expression in his face that he was here for revenge. I did a move that I would regret. I was planned to take out my gun. As a diversion I threw my I-pod at him.
He caught it and broke it into pieces. I brought out my gun in a split second. Before I could shoot he ripped it off my hand. I became distraught. He separated me from my most favorite gun. Who knew what he will do with it.
I went berserk and started to punch wildly. He dodged each punch and grabbed me by the shoulder. His facial expression was blank and it seemed like he was expecting it. He said annoyed, “do you seriously have to do that?” “Who are you and what do you want?! I shouted fiercely, trying to get away from his hold. “Oh, I guess she was right, you don’t remember us, or Magicz or Portaliax, nothing… I guess I have to remind you! I’m known as Shadow Walker but you call me Sniper.” He said pretty pissed. “What kind of name is Sniper? Shadow Sucker? Portaliax?” I questioned. I could see him steam. Blade-like feathers slowly started to emerge from his back, ripping part of his shirt and slightly ripping the multi-colored-transparent cloak he was wearing. Some of the bladelike-feathers peeped out of the cloak. His feathers reminded the infuriated cats standing hairs. One sharp jagged feather was shot into my arm and I started to grow weary. I was out in a few seconds.
“Jack, you ask too much questions, and it’s Shadow Walker!” He said impatiently while I was unconscious. Then he muttered something under his breath and we were gone.
I woke up and see that I am in a room filed with clutter and crates. I felt Closter phobic, the room was extremely crammed. There were broken tiles all over and the room looked unfinished. I could even see cracks and cement on the wall. What really terrified me was seeing the man that addresses his name as “Sniper” behind one of those crates. The crate had weird writings on it that I could not understand. It looked like something I never seen before.
“Sniper” was arguing with someone. Although I could not see the persons face due to all the clutter, I knew it was a woman. Her voice was familiar to me, I tried to figure out who she was, and I realized she was the person I saw in the computer lab. I tried to stand up but I realized I was tied up. Never less, I still tried to fight my way out of these tight bonds.
The woman heard me and approached me, she was gorgeous, my mouth dropped. She had nice silky black hair that fell delicately on her shoulders and she had a nice sexy side bang. She had the same silky black locks as “Sniper” except hair was unquestionably better. On her head was a gold crown, it was thin circle around her head. In the middle were two gold fang-like rectangles facing each other. Her brown eyes enticed me to stare, the color of her eyes was mesmerizing, and she was very voluptuous.
Her entire was similar to “Sniper’s,” I could recognize the translucent gray cloak she was wearing. Unlike “Sniper,” she wore the cloak like a model. The cloak matched her gorgeous eyes, hair, and apparel underneath the cloak.
Underneath the cloak she wore a black corset top. It had gold-like-strings in ribbons dangling from her shirt. The corset was made out of a type of reptile skin, the black on top of the shirt greatly matched with the brown. The black color looked like silk, very soft, very comfortable, and flamboyant. She wore a short miniskirt, like the top, it was flamboyant. It matched perfectly all together, the corset top and the intricate designed skirt. The skirt looked like it was made out of the finest silk. Its tips had milk white lace that delicately complimented the whole attire. Her boots were the finishing touch to the outfit; they had pockets in the side and made the outfit proportionate. Overall she was damn hot.
“Hello, Jack, how are you doing?” She asked. “Ohm, ohm,” I responded ramblingly. I was in shock on the words that came out of my mouth, I felt like a complete idiot. I knew I could have said something smoother. I shouted in my mind. “Damn I could have said something breathtaking! I could have said something smooth.” “Stop trying to pick up my sis! I know what I heard. I know what you said in your lil’ head of yours. That is so un”— Sniper said miffed. He was interrupted by his sister. Cut it out Damian, you can see he is already confused enough. If you did not notice he does not remember anything.” She said.
“Damian? Is that your real name Sniper?” I asked. “Yeah, it is I hate the name, but she calls me that, I prefer Sniper.” He replayed pointing to the woman next to him. “No offence, but Sniper is a crappy name.” I responded. “Damn you Jack! Do you seriously want me to hurt you like I did in the hotel!?” He shouted.
Damian was clutching his fists I was anticipating his punches. I began to have a terrible head ache. It felt like was as if someone was punching me continuously. I needed to scream. It went on for a few minutes.
The pain finally stopped and memories started to flash. I remembered the woman who gave me the syrup that made me forget my memory. I remembered her face in vivid detail. That is when noticed bladelike wings behind her back, I don’t recall seeing it before in the clinic. I was rather bewildered on how this was possible. I knew they were mutated, but I was further perplexed on how it was likely to find the same person with wings that are gently imbedded on her back. Too me, she was mystifying yet stunning. The odd assets didn’t matter. Her wings were beautiful. Looking at it was like seeing the moon at night during a clear sky.
I came to my senses, I felt something horrid was about to happen. This is when my adrenaline began to pump. I was trying to squiggle out of the tight ropes quietly as they whispered to each other.
“Hey Jack, ohm, do I look familiar to you?” She said. I was busy trying to escape. I didn’t pay attention. “I guess I don’t… I am Gray. You already met Damian over here. We need you Jack. We all need to arrive home safely. You we’re all not human. You are a Portalie. Damian is a Blade Angel and so am I. We’ll explain later, right now you need some rest. I will leave you alone now.” She said politely.
She caught my attention, I needed to question her. I stopped her before she reached the door. “Wait, how do you know my name? Portalie? How did you know what I was thinking?! What did you do to me?! And what do you want? Most of all give me back my pistol!” I questioned continuously.
Jack you repugnant fool! You relentlessly demand answers, my sister is treating you with respect and you pester her! Your pistol? That worthless junka metal, oh please you’re better than that. I am becoming very—”Damian was interrupted by Gray. “Damian, that’s enough. Excuse him. He has a tendency to be rude.” Gray left the room.
Damian was left with me. I knew he was capable of a lot of a lot of things. I was peeved and wanted to escape. Damian had greatly insulted me. My rage has given me adrenaline and I struggled to stand. I was able to break the tight-knotted bonds and my rage brought me to a place I never seen before…
Chapter 5: The Lake
I started to feel noxious, weak and in despair. There was no doubt in my mind that I was experiencing misfortune. Never less, I had to fight and figure out what has caused me to be here. My eyes have grown heavy and I had aches allover. I closed my eyes and fell into the darkness of slumber.
Hours have passed through the dreadful night. I started to groan. I am still feeling pain from a few hours ago. I had to wake up and analyze my environment by doing this, I will be able to figure out my threats and plan ways of survival. I needed endure the pain and scan the area. But felt drowsy and decided to sleep. I was disturbed countless times by my eagerness to awaken, I had butterflies in my stomach, my mind was telling me to awaken incase I am attacked by a creature lurking in the darkness. After all I was in unfamiliar territory.
I woke up the next night. I felt more energetic and the pain was miraculously gone. I scanned my surroundings, I was in a place filled with green and I felt like I was in an exotic place such as the Amazon. The trees flooded the plane in a circular motion. The scent of the exotic flowers was enchanting and I enjoyed the massive amounts of trees that almost entirely covered the silver full moon. The scenery made me feel timeless, it made me forget my past, that I even existed. It made me feel there was no worry in the world.
The scenery was superb, but I needed to explore to be more aware on the creatures that could be dwelling in this unknown land. I decided to go forward. I was able to fit through the trees’ slits of space. My jaw dropped to see another attention-grasping sight. It was a lake in the middle of the plantation. It seemed that the lake was in between the forest.
There was spark to the lake, it unraveled my curiosity and I decided to go closer. I circled the lake, realizing the color of the water was very awkward, it was dark purple with a touch of pink.
The moonlight made the lake look glossy. At one point I began to think I was crazy. The color of the lake would change! From dark to light, pink to brown to yellow. I became frantic when it turned red, blood red. I dropped to the ground and looked into the water. I saw my reflection. It was me, except I looked different. My hair was darker the same shade that was tinted by the rain, I was more lean and muscular compared to before.
The color of my eyes has changed. They were exotic as exotic as Damians’ or even more. It was a tint of flaming red mixed with the color of amethyst, yellow, and emerald green. The red blended well with the purple. The green was the main color. Red was the second main color followed by the purple.
I felt like fainting, I told my self “this cant be me, I don’t look that handsome. That can’t be me. The person I saw in the lake looked better than the hottest celebrity in Hollywood. I don’t look like that— I am a modest guy and I can’t look that—Then if it is not me who is it? No one is around except me. It has to be me…” I looked at the lake one more time I opened my mouth and did several movements. Every movement was precisely the same. I couldn’t believe it, it was my reflection.
I tried to convince myself that I was dreaming a dream. It is when you wake up thinking you are awake but actually you woke up in your dream. “It is too real to be true, but I feel it is true, what shall I do?” I argued with myself. I stayed in the same position for minutes pondering on what I will do. I decided I will find my way out of the forest.
I stood up and scanned the area quickly. I was searching for the least areas crowded with trees. I looked back and forth to find that the proportion of the trees were equal.
I stopped in the middle of scanning to see a little boy around the age of eight, he was hugging a tree. He was looking worried, innocent and defensive. The expression on his face reminded me of a whimpering puppy that has injured its leg and cant walk. The kid was cute, he had silky black hair that glowed in the moonlight, his hair was a normal length and he had bangs that almost covered his eyes. He was wearing a plain black shirt and faded jeans
“Hey kid, what’s your name? Do you need help?” I ask the young boy. There was no response. All I could hear was the wind, the roars of the unknown creatures, and the swaying trees. Other then that it was silent. I went closer to the child and I was startled to see his eyes. They were very familiar to me. They looked like diamonds mixed with emeralds and rubies. I could see hues of light green, dark green, translucent blue, scarlet red, and milk white not fully mixed together. I gasped. It was the person who sent chilling pains up my spine. However he was a man, not a child.
I was five feet away from him. I was desperate to question him. I walked closer and stopped two feet away from him, “Who are you?!” I demanded. Not a word came out of the boy. I drew closer to him until I was only inches away. I reached out and was going to grab his shoulder, I missed. There he still stood, looking frightened. I stood there in disbelief.
Suddenly I heard an explosion, I fell of balance. I looked at the direction on where I heard the explosion. I look back at the boy to see him hugging the tree tightly. I left the boy and went towards the area on where the explosion was.
The sight was devastating. An abundance of fallen trees and debris had fallen into a small lake making the water flood. Death was everywhere. I hurriedly grabbed my second gun and madly shot into the air. I took a deep sigh and looked forward. I saw a rapid rush of the colors, black, red, silver, gold, and purple. I stood out from the gloomy environment. I aimed for it and shot. I once again didn’t miss. I slightly slowed the figure down. I hastily ran to chase it.
I ran dodging the trees that have been blocking me. I hardly see the figure. The trees blocked my view. The branches that would hit me as I passed made the chase arduous.
The chase has been on going for more than five minutes now. It was zigzagging through the forest, going in circles, strait lines. It seemed like he was making a pattern, I found it awkward. I’ve noticed that the trees and shrubs he has passed by have been “misplaced.” Some even looked as if it was melted. I didn’t stop to ponder on what I’ve noticed, I continued the chase. From what I’ve seen anything was possible.
I still had the stamina to go on. My fighter spirit in me was telling me to go on. “You need to catch this thing.” The fighter in me was encouraging me to keep up. I decided to close my eyes and sprint (by doing this have more concentration, aside from that, I have good senses). At this point I felt invincible.
In the middle of my long sprint I started to shiver, it appeared to be as frigid as winter. The whooshing sound when I was running had disappeared. I had a feeling that I was lifted off the ground and floating in mid air. I wanted to open my eyes but restrained myself from doing so. I made sense to all this, it was the boy. He could have been playing a trick on me, to loose me, and mess with my mind like he did before as a “man.” I couldn’t take that risk. Unlike before, I didn’t want to immerse myself into any foolishness the boy’s tricks would have granted me. I was very ambitious and wanted to catch him. I kept on moving.
A minute or two had passed. It was still cold and started to feel numb. I had a sensation that something was amiss, I decided it was time to open my eyes. I was displeased and perplexed to see I was outer space looking down on earth.....
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Jack Gale Today’s date: March 12, 2014
Writer’s Diary: Looking back at my childhood Current age: 20
Looking back, I realized I didn’t grow up as I would have wanted to. When I was child I was abused countless times by my parents. They never gave me a positive comment; everything they told me would be scornful, condescending or loathsome. It hits me hard and happens very often that I have a tendency to become oblivious.
As I grew older it became worse. I was always tolerant, but sometimes I couldn’t help myself. I would explode and become another person, this happens when I am filled with exceeding amounts of hate. When I burst I tend to do devastating acts. I even had caused a death, the death of my mother. When my mother died, my father wanted to disown me. He feared that if he did, I would spread the word about them being abusive parents, his reputation of being a kind and generous diplomat would be ruined. That was his only incentive to keep me.
All in all, I don’t feel remorseful because of my mothers’ death. I don’t regret my punishment of going to military camp at age sixteen. All what matters is today. I am back home, studying in an excellent university, and continuing my life.
Everything I have experienced has done me good. I was able to overcome being an emotional wreck and became a fighter. It has made me who I am today. This is my story about my journey. This journey makes me become a phoenix, rising from ashes to grow to be supreme, to be someone greater that I sought to become.
Chapter 1- Shrunken
I was having a conversation with my friend Boa. His real name is Boe Sizzle. My friends and I call him Boa because of his great obsession for snakes. He is takes pleasure in wearing outfits that resemble any kind of snakes. He loves to wear things loose and his neon green t-shirts with red stripes on them. His hair is wisp and he has neon green highlights on his short bangs. People say that he’s quite weird looking and he doesn’t compare to me.
Some people find me strange because I hang out with some of the “outcasts.” They think I am superior compared to them, according to them: I am some decent looking rich guy, who is worry-free, a goody-two-shoe, and even perfect. I disagree with most of their perceptions about me. It has probably been influenced by my dad. Besides that, they don’t know me well. I bet if I was not my father’s son they would see me differently.
I guess it’s my appearance that differentiates me from my friends. Unlike them, I like to wear my hair clean. I enjoy wearing faded jeans and a shirt without any designs on it. I typically wear light colors. Today I made an exception, I wore oak brown. I usually wear a black leather jacket. It has a breast pocket and pockets located inside the jacket. In the inside pocket, I normally carry a pistol (incase of any kind of crazy maniacs).
The pistol I carry was first gun I had been given, it also was my favorite gun. I used it to train myself with when I was 15. My determination and strong willed personality helped me become top of my class during my duration in military camp. Now I am an expert in weaponry and in the battlefield.
Classes were over. Boa and I decided to chill in the mall. We finally exited the campus. That’s when I realized I left my book and I needed for the final exams next week.
I told Boa, “I won’t be coming with yea, I need to study.” Boa was about to speak, he was irate because earlier I agreed to procrastinate. Before he could say a word, I hastily ran back to the campus.
The university has seven different gates. Each gate would lead to a certain area, the first gate led to the cafeteria, gym, auditorium, high school, and grade school. It also led to the science labs and the computer lab (being my destination.) The second gate led to the college classrooms, the computer lab, and the cafeteria. The third gate is for the teachers. The reception was located in the fifth gate along with the detention room. All the bathrooms were located in every gate. For after school classes’ people would go to the sixth gate, there was a park, gym equipment, track and field, a court, and an entrance to the cafeteria. The seventh gate is the schools bank, filled with supplies and money.
I decided to go to the first gate. It was the fastest way to the computer lab. I saw the gate guard. He was sitting on his old plastic chair in front of entrance into the classrooms. “Please sir, let me in. I need to find my book for the final exams on Monday.” No sere boy. I’m closing’ up naw. Needa to go home kido.” He told me. “C’mon, do I have to bribe yea or somtin’ ” I muttered under my breath annoyed. “Datz a gud idea, but neh, I will be a bad persona to take yo money. Beat it boy!” This guard was rather pissing me off. His English was awful and it was the end of the day.
It was pointless arguing with him, I needed another away in. I decided to hide in the old guard shack. It was practically abandoned making it safe to hide in. I waited until he had left, by then it was night. I was all alone. During my wait in the shack, to pass time, I created a strategy on how I will get inside the university.
The school invested generous amounts of money on a well detection system in some parts of the school. If activated, needles would be shot from the walls. Those needles could knock you out till morning. That was one of only the detection systems that I was aware of, I knew there were more I wasn’t unsure on what they may be. The detection system definitely made my journey more strenuous.
I gathered this information about the detection system from a friend of mine who once went camping in the university. He wanted to explore the off limited areas of the school. Since the school was like a huge maze, he ended up loosing himself in the teachers lounge. There he found his semester grades beside money on one of the professors working desk. He was tempted to look at his grades and “steal” the money. To summarize the story, he did, the system was activated. The next day, the teachers found him on the floor partly paralyzed. It was a good thing they were able to revert him back to normal.
I figured I was going to take the second gate. Since there were no censors in the cafeteria it was the easiest way in. I approached the gate. It was twice my size. It had a small opening on the bottom and had a rustic feel to it. I tried to pick the lock, but realized it was computer activated. I sighed. I knew I needed to clime up. I took off my jacket, threw it threw the hole and started to clime. I reached the top. I balanced in between the spaces of the pointing ends of the gate and jumped off.
I successfully arrived in the cafeteria. It was pitch black. There were no windows. I could barely see the numerous tables and doors. It was matter of seconds until my eyes have adjusted well to the dark. Amazingly, I could see as clearly as if it were day. I maneuvered my way to the hallway.
Unfortunately, this is where I had to be most careful. My only concern was how I would avoid the alarm system. It was a good thing that the computer lab was across the cafeteria. I examined the area, I decided to slide my cell phone a cross the floor into the computer lab door. It was quiet, nothing shot out of the walls, and no alarm was triggered. It was silent. I waited for a few seconds waiting for the alarm, the silence remained.
I went in and heard whispers. I ignored it. I figured it was just the wind. I looked scanned the area looking for my book. I saw it and walked towards it. On my way out, I stopped to see a cloaked figure sitting on the teachers’ desk. I dropped my book in surprise to see the figure seated on the desk.
I liked the cloak the figure wore it was beautiful especially because of the glistening light coming from the several tiny-square-windows on the left side of the classroom. It seemed to be floating in air. It was very delicate reminding me of a ballet dancer and it blended well with the environment.
Out of curiosity, I wanted to see the face of the possessor of the magnificent cloak. It was a man, he looked my age. I could see bits of his hair sticking out of his hood. He had black hair that was slightly wisp. While I was scanning his features his eyes suddenly opened. The color was exotic, it had pale blue and blood red, these where merely compliments to the main color. They intertwined to create purple, being the dominant color in his eyes.
The most peculiar item I found stuck out of his cloak. It looked like feathers. I could imagine them to be wings. It had vivid rainbow like colors, almost blending with the atmosphere. It looked soft as silk in the middle of the feathers but sharp and jagged in the tips. I could imagine those feathers to be impenetrable like a diamond or even stronger. I was bewildered by this bizarre sight. I felt hypnotized into that fascinating object. I was too much in a trance, I couldn’t move from my place. This was my downfall.
My intuition was telling me that someone was behind me, I didn’t listen. I heard creeping sounds behind me and then I heard a smack. My intuition was correct. Someone was covering my mouth with a cloth-like substance.
I felt I couldn’t scream or react, I was unsure on what I should do. I stayed in my place. After a while, I became alert. I grabbed my pistol located under the inside-pocket of my black leather jacket and shot accurately towards the cloaked figure in front of me. I heard a bang, I did not miss. I perceived that I shot its arm. I heard a soft yelp of pain. I was hoping the thing restraining me was working with the male creature I have shot, therefore, letting me go to aide its ally. I was wrong it had a tight grip on me. I heard its voice. It was a female my age. She was definitely not our professor.
The woman whispered something into my ear. I could not understand what she was saying for it was in an unknown language. All I could hear was the softness of her voice. She had a beautiful voice, the most beautiful I have heard. It sounded like a sirens voice and she almost put me into a trance. I was able to stay conscious. I tried to struggle free from her hold but I couldn’t get loose. The gassy scent from the cloth was becoming more and more revolting. I knew sooner or later that I would be unconscious. I struggled once again to break free. My efforts have failed and I blacked out.
I woke up and started to groan. I realized I was on the floor so I stood up. I looked up and on my teachers desk in front of me, I saw Batchi, our teachers hamster. He was gigantic, even his food pellets were bigger than me! A few minutes later after, I realized that Batchi was not the only thing abnormal in size, everything was!
The tables were boundaries that disrupted my concentration due to the unfamiliarity of sizes. The computers were more distracting compared to the tables, each computer looked the same and I was taken aback.
I wondered how everything became so humongous. I pondered on the situation and then I made a miraculous discovery, I have been shrunk into a size of a molecule, my worst nightmare. “Aww great, I am now a midget,” I thought to myself (I had height issues as a child). I started to panic. I came up with a solution I have to find the woman I saw earlier in order to turn back to my normal size.
I checked the time using my Rolex watch. It was six-thirty am, almost seven o’clock. I was alarmed because grade school’s classes started at seven exact. I knew I had a limited time to look for the woman. I saw the door it gave me the impression that it was miles away. It was a good this I was a great runner. I began to run through the tiled floor.
I finally reached the door, good thing it was open. I checked my watch, it was six forty. Before I blacked out, I remembered that the woman was holding a test-tube filled with an unknown substance in her free hand. That gave me a clue. I should go to the science lab. Time was not on my side, I was too exhausted to run and ended up walking.
I was near the science lab, but unfortunately the bell rang. My only instinct was to run to the side of the corridor to make sure the students don’t step on me. People rushed in like a stampede. Unfortunately, the fifth graders brought pets to school because there was a pet meeting. I almost was crushed by a student and her dog. I decided I needed a faster way of transportation. Due to my swiftness and intelligence I devised a plan to grab on to the dog. I was successful. We approached the science lab.
We entered the lab, everyone sat down. I was still clinging to her dog. I started to look around for the test-tube with the exact mixture I saw yesterday. It was on top of a counter near the sink. I recognized it due to the strange markings near the opening.
I concentrated on the nearest landing spot and jumped off the dog. Then I moved towards the counter. It was a good thing that the distance towards the counter is not as extensive compared to the distance of the door in the computer lab. I was below the counter, my only issue was on how to clime up.
I noticed a gigantic rope dangling from the handle of the counter. I jumped up, grasped it, and climbed. I finally arrived on top counter. By then class was over.
I saw the test-tube filled with the unknown substance and climbed up once more. I could barley balance on the test-tube. I felt like I was on top of the highest mountain, I made the best of that moment. After enjoying myself, I realized I was loosing balance and could fall any minute from now. I took a sip from the tube and started to have multiple pleasurable sensations. I felt indestructible and liberated.
While I was having these sensations, I felt a dark shiver up my spine as if volts have been injected in me. It was painful yet satisfying. I felt bewildered at this moment. I wondered “how can something painful feel sensational?” I felt stunned and frozen. The pleasure started to fade away slowly until it was dark. It was quiet.
The silence was broken by whispers. It sounded soft yet haunting, it was a man. I started to see eyes appear in front of me. They looked like diamonds mixed with emeralds and rubies. I could see hues of light green, dark green, translucent blue, scarlet red, and milk white not fully mixed together. His eyes looked like priceless gems in itself. His eyes made me reminiscent of the sea during sunset. I was mesmerized by its color.
The voice of the man started to fade, with words that I could not understand. It was similar to the dialect of woman I have encountered earlier, but not exactly alike. The last thing that I could remember was hearing chilling screams of pain… then everything started to fade away.
I woke up with my head on a bed, I was in the clinic. There was a woman seated beside me. I knew she wasn’t the nurse, she was wearing a cloak, it was gray and translucent almost invisible. It was almost like the cloak of the man that sat on the desk. I felt uneasy when I heard her voice. It was smooth and soft, she sounded almost as if she was singing. I was exasperated hear her voice. She was the same woman I encountered yesterday. Before I could react, she forced me to drink a liquid substance. I could not fight her for I was weakened due to the substance I drank earlier. I ended up accepting her drink. After I finished it, I soon became unconscious.
I woke up sitting on a chair inside the science lab. Everything was normal. I felt aches and pains all over my body. When I would try to recall what happened that night, but I could not remember.
As weeks passed by I had consistent dreams about a little girl, a little boy, and a younger me. We would play and do everything together. On other days, I would loll around reflecting on these dreams and creating stories to make sense out of them.
I mostly dreamt about the children. The dreams were very informative about these two kids, on their personality, interests, and passions. The little girl and boy were possibly siblings. They both looked similar they both had nice hair, fair skin, and had common interests.
The only difference was their personality. The boy was like a bull. He was impulsive, rebellious, head strong, and loved to fight. He would use knives, blades, and all sorts of weapons. I was amused since he fought extremely well in a very young age.
Nerveless, in my dreams we were compatible. Although the boy was over protective of his sister, we seemed to be close. I act different in my dream. I was more mischievous and defiant. I also was an expert about time, space, the universes, history, and other logical stuff I don’t quite remember.
The little girl was very cute, sweet, generous, and compassionate. Yet she had a terrible temper. When her temper kicks in she can fight extremely well, even better than the little boy. Although she can fight, she chooses not to.
There would be days were I would dream about my adventure as a “microscopic midget.” That interested me the least, therefore, I paid no attention to it. After all, it was only a dream. I thought to myself, until one day, when I passed by the computer lab. I heard mechanical sounds and had constant flashbacks of the past. I could recall the long run towards the door, the dog I was clinging on, and most of all, the dreaded deceiving eyes. Those flashbacks helped me realized the dream did happen.
I was bothered by my thoughts about bizarre people I have encountered. The more I thought about them, the more dreams I would have of the young girl and the boy. It came to the point when I decided to tell the police.
I told them about the male creature with the vibrant wings and the woman who knocked me out when we first met. In detail, I gave my insight on what she may be up to.
I said: she was doing experiments, which I believe are illegal. I demand that she should be investigated immediately! They did not listen to my demands and just laughed. Too add to the mockery, the police officer asked me, “Whes yea poof? Whats the ladie name.” He said in a cocky manner. The policeman discouraged me not to tell anyone.
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Chapter 2- Outcast
Today’s Date: July 7, 2016
Age: 23
It has been years now since the incident during school. Today I am inspired to become a passionate writer. I have decided to write “fiction” stories about my encounter with creature and its possible owner. That past experience will always be with me through my memories and writings. I wrote for me and for the people whom have had encounters similar to mine.
While I was writing, my dad called me for dinner. I didn’t want to go down, after the incident years ago. People have been talking. I didn’t mean to kill her. She gave me a long detesting rant about me. I didn’t do anything horrid. I only embarrassed her in a party when I accidentally thought her old boyfriend was a driver (he looked ghastly). I was massively provoked and had to act. That caused the incident (it happened after the party). I still had to face it. I had to face the man who keeps me for his own sake. After all he feeds me and sends me to school. Just so his reputation of being such a great man wouldn’t be ruined. Tha—” I ended my rant and decided to go down for dinner.
I went out of my room and into the hallway. I passed the countless family portraits mounted on the wall. I passed my parent’s priceless brass life-sized figurines and finally to our house elevator located on the end of the hallway.
Inside the elevator, I scanned several buttons and finally went to the thirteenth floor where the dinner was always held. I sat down where I would normally sit, on an antique chair that was made centuries ago. It was made out of gold with precious gems and even had a date behind. It was in characters of some sort.
I looked around to take a few seconds to scan the room to see if anything new has changed. My dad was extravagant. He would change the room very often that I would forget on how it looked before he changed it. I was amazed on the fact that he would spend money like it was nothing.
I was sat in front of an ancient table. It was a long dinner table with intricate designs. The marble sculptures of my parents on my left. On my right was another ancient table with ornaments on it. Our giant family portrait was the center piece of the room. It was about 10 feet and it faced me. I realized was different from my dad, I could hold money.
We were served a sumptuous meal. My eyes grew big and my mouth watered as the courses were slowly served. Before I was able to grab a bite, my dad whimsicality said. “Jack, what did you do upstairs that kept me waiting?” “It’s nothing special.” I replied.
The room broke into silence. “Yes, it’s finally quiet! I can now eat in peace.” I said to soon. The silence was interrupted by my fathers scolding. “Jack! Don’t lie to me boy! What were you really doing?!” I decided to not answer such questions asked by my father, due to my fear they will make an abashing statement like he normally does. Yet if I didn’t answer him soon, I knew I would get scolded. “I was ohm writing”… I said softly. “Oh’ ok, it is only that shitty-garbage that you tell me.” My father said monotonously.
I was tempted to shoot him with my gun it was very accessible, it was just inside my pocket. My hand slowly slipped into my pocket until I could feel the coldness of my gun. It would only have been seconds till a new grave was dug. I could berserk any minute from now. The temptation was great. However, I was capable to control myself. I realized it will end in a bloody mess, it was unreasonable and undiplomatic.
I coolly let go of my gun and softly responded: its art. “Art? Paintings are art. Though I bet if you ever painted a picture it would look like crap. More your stories boy, you’ve been practicing. And it still is some shitty-junka-whatz that even a dog can do. It is a waste of your pathetic time. The dog would most likely do better. Why even bother, the dog can beat you in mostly everything. Study hard!!! Make me money and be useful! Not some worthless crap-machine doing stupid things that will lead to money loss. And, and, loss of power. Maybe the dog should replace you, considering its better. You will be now called Potty and you refer the dog as Jack. ” My father said taking his time to humiliate me.
The words that came out of his mouth made me go berserk. I screamed. “You idiot! You think I’m crap? At least I’m some extravagant fool, thinking he is superior to the rest because of money, who keeps his own son because of his corrupt bitter reasons! You will not change. Even in extreme measures you will not change! Like when that, that, old hag died! You always try to get the worse outa me. I hate you!”
I could see rage appear in the old mans eyes. Suddenly china started to fly. It hit my chest, ripping my shirt. A gash of red liquid flowed nonstop. I became pale to see the sight of blood.
I looked at my father, he was grinning. I knew in his mind he had enjoyed that. The grin became a frown. He was not worried that I was injured. It was obvious he didn’t care about me, I could see in his eyes. He knew his reputation of him being a well rounded good man was ruined. The household helpers that served our meals know and sooner or later the news will spread fast as an epidemic. He’ll loose everything, money, power, and fame, all of his life’s blind desires (all worthless).
Seeing my fathers’ expression made me realize I was still standing in vain. I decided to take my blood soaking shirt off and check how bad the wound may be. It was a gash, a long one. There were fragments of china deeply imbedded in my skin. I could stand the sight of blood, this was different. It was more than I could take. I stared at it for a few seconds.
Minutes have passed and I started to react. I went to the nearest bathroom to clean the wound. I took off my shirt and I took out the fragments of china. Not a word came out of me. I was able to take a hold on gauze. I wrapped it around the gash, washed my shirt and put it on. It didn’t matter whether the shirt was wet.
My father really broke the border this time. Other times were not as bad. I would normally have a beating and would be insulted. But nothing was like this.
It was unimaginable on what my father may do to me next. He was a cold hearted man and was able to commit silent murder if he had to. I decided to leave the house for good. I felt it was pointless staying home, after all, the bond between my father and I never existed.
It was raining outside. I continued to walk. My only possessions were money, clothes, and my I-pod. I also brought my guns (I carry my two most favorite), one on my belt another inside the jacket pocket.
As I began to walk away from the house and could I only see a mere silhouette of it. I started to mumble my thoughts. “Damn people. Forget them. No wait! Kill them— not a good idea it will be a mess… do something to prove yourself. You can fight, you are smart, you’ve just gotta prove it. Yeah, that is it, I shall prove their sorry asses wrong…” I mumbled my thoughts under my breath. I knew I was good for something. I knew I would be great, I just don’t know how yet, but I will.”
Hours have passed, it still was pouring hard, despite my condition I kept on walking. My light brown hair had turn dark, my clothes soaking, I did not think twice about going back. I repetitively said inside my head. “I hated my school, my abusive, erotic, old man, and the town I lived in.” I tried hitching rides in various areas. No one bothered picking me off the road.
I have passed countless cities and different towns. I was lost and surprisingly happy. Probably because I was used to the hurt and now I am more in peace. I kept walking even though I was starting to feel aches all over. I decided to stop to find shelter in a town called Esen.
I arrived at its gate it reminded me of the medieval gates I read up on during history class years back. I entered the gate, the town seemed peaceful. Although, it was raining everything was exquisite. The architecture was beautiful. It looked medieval with a mix of modern architecture.
I kept on walking to explore the place. The town was surrounded by tall trees circling the town; I couldn’t see what was beyond the town. I could hear the exotic animals. I was able to see an awkward squirrel. It had two tails on its head that looked like antennas. It was awfully bigger than normal. It was as big as a Labrador. The weirdest part about it was it had some sort of spectacles. I came to the conclusion it was mutated.
I checked my watch once again. It was nearly 1:30 am. I realized I needed some sleep. I saw a hotel, it differed from the other buildings it looked old and beaten. I could have went on to search for a better place to rest in, I did not have the strength to go on, therefore, I decided to stay in the battered hotel for the night.
I entered and saw the counter I paid for a room, before heading to my room I asked one of the workers why the hotel differed from the other structures. They told me that this building used to be a morgue. The towns’ people believed it was haunted and did not change the structure of the building
That terrified me and lured me in to ask more. I asked about the town’s history. The workers told me that this town used to be an ancient place of prayer. Nothing spectacular was renovated due to the villager’s beliefs. They all agreed with using the buildings to avoid conflict with the natives. New comers never decided to be a resident of the village because they fear something unknown.
I had shivers up my spine, yet I still asked what it was that the people feared. “Zat my friend, I cayn’t thell yeah. It would do yeah no gud.” The worker said. “Why what will happen to me?” I had to ask. “I say it do yeah no gud! Dun’t ask or I will kicke yeah ot!” She shouted enraged. That did it. I hastily grabbed the key and went to the room 66010, to rest for the night, hoping that nothing goes wrong.
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Chapter 4- Shadow Walker
I woke up to go to the bathroom to wash up. It was still late. I felt I had the energy to go explore the area, I got out of my bed and brought my guns (I sleep with them). I approached the bathroom and saw a speeding shadow. At first, I ignored it and I kept walking towards the bathroom. I went in and tried to turn on the light but the power was out.
I went out of the bathroom to look for my I-pod. I figured out that the backlight would serve as a flashlight. I opened my bag and started to feel for my I-pod. “Hey Jack, you suck!” An enraged voice said from behind. By the tone of the voice I could tell it was a man.
I was startled when I looked back to see no one. It was just the shadows. I found my I-pod, turned it on, and took out my gun. I faced to the direction of the bathroom and looked up. I was alarmed to see feathers familiar to me before, I could not see who possessed it for it was dark. I flashed my I-pod to see hid face. I only saw a glimpses until my I-pod ran out of battery. I recognized his eyes, the color was exotic. It was purple with mixes of red and blue still visible. I saw gauze rapped on his arm. I realized he was the person I shot! He was the creature I saw years ago in the university I have graduated in.
I needed to escape. I could read the expression in his face that he was here for revenge. I did a move that I would regret. I was planned to take out my gun. As a diversion I threw my I-pod at him.
He caught it and broke it into pieces. I brought out my gun in a split second. Before I could shoot he ripped it off my hand. I became distraught. He separated me from my most favorite gun. Who knew what he will do with it.
I went berserk and started to punch wildly. He dodged each punch and grabbed me by the shoulder. His facial expression was blank and it seemed like he was expecting it. He said annoyed, “do you seriously have to do that?” “Who are you and what do you want?! I shouted fiercely, trying to get away from his hold. “Oh, I guess she was right, you don’t remember us, or Magicz or Portaliax, nothing… I guess I have to remind you! I’m known as Shadow Walker but you call me Sniper.” He said pretty pissed. “What kind of name is Sniper? Shadow Sucker? Portaliax?” I questioned. I could see him steam. Blade-like feathers slowly started to emerge from his back, ripping part of his shirt and slightly ripping the multi-colored-transparent cloak he was wearing. Some of the bladelike-feathers peeped out of the cloak. His feathers reminded the infuriated cats standing hairs. One sharp jagged feather was shot into my arm and I started to grow weary. I was out in a few seconds.
“Jack, you ask too much questions, and it’s Shadow Walker!” He said impatiently while I was unconscious. Then he muttered something under his breath and we were gone.
I woke up and see that I am in a room filed with clutter and crates. I felt Closter phobic, the room was extremely crammed. There were broken tiles all over and the room looked unfinished. I could even see cracks and cement on the wall. What really terrified me was seeing the man that addresses his name as “Sniper” behind one of those crates. The crate had weird writings on it that I could not understand. It looked like something I never seen before.
“Sniper” was arguing with someone. Although I could not see the persons face due to all the clutter, I knew it was a woman. Her voice was familiar to me, I tried to figure out who she was, and I realized she was the person I saw in the computer lab. I tried to stand up but I realized I was tied up. Never less, I still tried to fight my way out of these tight bonds.
The woman heard me and approached me, she was gorgeous, my mouth dropped. She had nice silky black hair that fell delicately on her shoulders and she had a nice sexy side bang. She had the same silky black locks as “Sniper” except hair was unquestionably better. On her head was a gold crown, it was thin circle around her head. In the middle were two gold fang-like rectangles facing each other. Her brown eyes enticed me to stare, the color of her eyes was mesmerizing, and she was very voluptuous.
Her entire was similar to “Sniper’s,” I could recognize the translucent gray cloak she was wearing. Unlike “Sniper,” she wore the cloak like a model. The cloak matched her gorgeous eyes, hair, and apparel underneath the cloak.
Underneath the cloak she wore a black corset top. It had gold-like-strings in ribbons dangling from her shirt. The corset was made out of a type of reptile skin, the black on top of the shirt greatly matched with the brown. The black color looked like silk, very soft, very comfortable, and flamboyant. She wore a short miniskirt, like the top, it was flamboyant. It matched perfectly all together, the corset top and the intricate designed skirt. The skirt looked like it was made out of the finest silk. Its tips had milk white lace that delicately complimented the whole attire. Her boots were the finishing touch to the outfit; they had pockets in the side and made the outfit proportionate. Overall she was damn hot.
“Hello, Jack, how are you doing?” She asked. “Ohm, ohm,” I responded ramblingly. I was in shock on the words that came out of my mouth, I felt like a complete idiot. I knew I could have said something smoother. I shouted in my mind. “Damn I could have said something breathtaking! I could have said something smooth.” “Stop trying to pick up my sis! I know what I heard. I know what you said in your lil’ head of yours. That is so un”— Sniper said miffed. He was interrupted by his sister. Cut it out Damian, you can see he is already confused enough. If you did not notice he does not remember anything.” She said.
“Damian? Is that your real name Sniper?” I asked. “Yeah, it is I hate the name, but she calls me that, I prefer Sniper.” He replayed pointing to the woman next to him. “No offence, but Sniper is a crappy name.” I responded. “Damn you Jack! Do you seriously want me to hurt you like I did in the hotel!?” He shouted.
Damian was clutching his fists I was anticipating his punches. I began to have a terrible head ache. It felt like was as if someone was punching me continuously. I needed to scream. It went on for a few minutes.
The pain finally stopped and memories started to flash. I remembered the woman who gave me the syrup that made me forget my memory. I remembered her face in vivid detail. That is when noticed bladelike wings behind her back, I don’t recall seeing it before in the clinic. I was rather bewildered on how this was possible. I knew they were mutated, but I was further perplexed on how it was likely to find the same person with wings that are gently imbedded on her back. Too me, she was mystifying yet stunning. The odd assets didn’t matter. Her wings were beautiful. Looking at it was like seeing the moon at night during a clear sky.
I came to my senses, I felt something horrid was about to happen. This is when my adrenaline began to pump. I was trying to squiggle out of the tight ropes quietly as they whispered to each other.
“Hey Jack, ohm, do I look familiar to you?” She said. I was busy trying to escape. I didn’t pay attention. “I guess I don’t… I am Gray. You already met Damian over here. We need you Jack. We all need to arrive home safely. You we’re all not human. You are a Portalie. Damian is a Blade Angel and so am I. We’ll explain later, right now you need some rest. I will leave you alone now.” She said politely.
She caught my attention, I needed to question her. I stopped her before she reached the door. “Wait, how do you know my name? Portalie? How did you know what I was thinking?! What did you do to me?! And what do you want? Most of all give me back my pistol!” I questioned continuously.
Jack you repugnant fool! You relentlessly demand answers, my sister is treating you with respect and you pester her! Your pistol? That worthless junka metal, oh please you’re better than that. I am becoming very—”Damian was interrupted by Gray. “Damian, that’s enough. Excuse him. He has a tendency to be rude.” Gray left the room.
Damian was left with me. I knew he was capable of a lot of a lot of things. I was peeved and wanted to escape. Damian had greatly insulted me. My rage has given me adrenaline and I struggled to stand. I was able to break the tight-knotted bonds and my rage brought me to a place I never seen before…
Chapter 5: The Lake
I started to feel noxious, weak and in despair. There was no doubt in my mind that I was experiencing misfortune. Never less, I had to fight and figure out what has caused me to be here. My eyes have grown heavy and I had aches allover. I closed my eyes and fell into the darkness of slumber.
Hours have passed through the dreadful night. I started to groan. I am still feeling pain from a few hours ago. I had to wake up and analyze my environment by doing this, I will be able to figure out my threats and plan ways of survival. I needed endure the pain and scan the area. But felt drowsy and decided to sleep. I was disturbed countless times by my eagerness to awaken, I had butterflies in my stomach, my mind was telling me to awaken incase I am attacked by a creature lurking in the darkness. After all I was in unfamiliar territory.
I woke up the next night. I felt more energetic and the pain was miraculously gone. I scanned my surroundings, I was in a place filled with green and I felt like I was in an exotic place such as the Amazon. The trees flooded the plane in a circular motion. The scent of the exotic flowers was enchanting and I enjoyed the massive amounts of trees that almost entirely covered the silver full moon. The scenery made me feel timeless, it made me forget my past, that I even existed. It made me feel there was no worry in the world.
The scenery was superb, but I needed to explore to be more aware on the creatures that could be dwelling in this unknown land. I decided to go forward. I was able to fit through the trees’ slits of space. My jaw dropped to see another attention-grasping sight. It was a lake in the middle of the plantation. It seemed that the lake was in between the forest.
There was spark to the lake, it unraveled my curiosity and I decided to go closer. I circled the lake, realizing the color of the water was very awkward, it was dark purple with a touch of pink.
The moonlight made the lake look glossy. At one point I began to think I was crazy. The color of the lake would change! From dark to light, pink to brown to yellow. I became frantic when it turned red, blood red. I dropped to the ground and looked into the water. I saw my reflection. It was me, except I looked different. My hair was darker the same shade that was tinted by the rain, I was more lean and muscular compared to before.
The color of my eyes has changed. They were exotic as exotic as Damians’ or even more. It was a tint of flaming red mixed with the color of amethyst, yellow, and emerald green. The red blended well with the purple. The green was the main color. Red was the second main color followed by the purple.
I felt like fainting, I told my self “this cant be me, I don’t look that handsome. That can’t be me. The person I saw in the lake looked better than the hottest celebrity in Hollywood. I don’t look like that— I am a modest guy and I can’t look that—Then if it is not me who is it? No one is around except me. It has to be me…” I looked at the lake one more time I opened my mouth and did several movements. Every movement was precisely the same. I couldn’t believe it, it was my reflection.
I tried to convince myself that I was dreaming a dream. It is when you wake up thinking you are awake but actually you woke up in your dream. “It is too real to be true, but I feel it is true, what shall I do?” I argued with myself. I stayed in the same position for minutes pondering on what I will do. I decided I will find my way out of the forest.
I stood up and scanned the area quickly. I was searching for the least areas crowded with trees. I looked back and forth to find that the proportion of the trees were equal.
I stopped in the middle of scanning to see a little boy around the age of eight, he was hugging a tree. He was looking worried, innocent and defensive. The expression on his face reminded me of a whimpering puppy that has injured its leg and cant walk. The kid was cute, he had silky black hair that glowed in the moonlight, his hair was a normal length and he had bangs that almost covered his eyes. He was wearing a plain black shirt and faded jeans
“Hey kid, what’s your name? Do you need help?” I ask the young boy. There was no response. All I could hear was the wind, the roars of the unknown creatures, and the swaying trees. Other then that it was silent. I went closer to the child and I was startled to see his eyes. They were very familiar to me. They looked like diamonds mixed with emeralds and rubies. I could see hues of light green, dark green, translucent blue, scarlet red, and milk white not fully mixed together. I gasped. It was the person who sent chilling pains up my spine. However he was a man, not a child.
I was five feet away from him. I was desperate to question him. I walked closer and stopped two feet away from him, “Who are you?!” I demanded. Not a word came out of the boy. I drew closer to him until I was only inches away. I reached out and was going to grab his shoulder, I missed. There he still stood, looking frightened. I stood there in disbelief.
Suddenly I heard an explosion, I fell of balance. I looked at the direction on where I heard the explosion. I look back at the boy to see him hugging the tree tightly. I left the boy and went towards the area on where the explosion was.
The sight was devastating. An abundance of fallen trees and debris had fallen into a small lake making the water flood. Death was everywhere. I hurriedly grabbed my second gun and madly shot into the air. I took a deep sigh and looked forward. I saw a rapid rush of the colors, black, red, silver, gold, and purple. I stood out from the gloomy environment. I aimed for it and shot. I once again didn’t miss. I slightly slowed the figure down. I hastily ran to chase it.
I ran dodging the trees that have been blocking me. I hardly see the figure. The trees blocked my view. The branches that would hit me as I passed made the chase arduous.
The chase has been on going for more than five minutes now. It was zigzagging through the forest, going in circles, strait lines. It seemed like he was making a pattern, I found it awkward. I’ve noticed that the trees and shrubs he has passed by have been “misplaced.” Some even looked as if it was melted. I didn’t stop to ponder on what I’ve noticed, I continued the chase. From what I’ve seen anything was possible.
I still had the stamina to go on. My fighter spirit in me was telling me to go on. “You need to catch this thing.” The fighter in me was encouraging me to keep up. I decided to close my eyes and sprint (by doing this have more concentration, aside from that, I have good senses). At this point I felt invincible.
In the middle of my long sprint I started to shiver, it appeared to be as frigid as winter. The whooshing sound when I was running had disappeared. I had a feeling that I was lifted off the ground and floating in mid air. I wanted to open my eyes but restrained myself from doing so. I made sense to all this, it was the boy. He could have been playing a trick on me, to loose me, and mess with my mind like he did before as a “man.” I couldn’t take that risk. Unlike before, I didn’t want to immerse myself into any foolishness the boy’s tricks would have granted me. I was very ambitious and wanted to catch him. I kept on moving.
A minute or two had passed. It was still cold and started to feel numb. I had a sensation that something was amiss, I decided it was time to open my eyes. I was displeased and perplexed to see I was outer space looking down on earth.....