Personation chapter 2

for obvious typical writer like loveliness i am not divulging what life explained to me just yet. but here is the short of it: she moved in with me, and so did death, it was already cramped in my house because it was a studnet house, and i had the smallest room in the first place; but no, they just had to move in and share my cramped room with me anyways. oh and i am at uni jsut in case i didnt mention it before, thats where i spotted life.

so this part begins from friday morning, i got up early as usual, just so i could ake it to m lecture in time. to my eventual contentment but present horror, both life and death were asleep on my bed either side of me. gave me weird thoughts but as i thought about it i realised i hadnt been drugged as i dont use any addictives or intoxicants in any form or amount. surprised as i was, i had no intentions of finding out what their sleeping attire was or if there was any in the first place. this made my job of getting out of bed an extremely difficult task. tok me better part of 15 minutes to wriggle out of my bed, once i did, things went quite smoothly. went through my mornign routines without any hitches and thought that it might be a great day.

just as i was about to step out to catch the bus, i heard my name being called from the stairs; and what do i see when i turn around to see who calls my name: a slender girl, who looks about my age, standing there wearing nothing but my swimming breifs and rubbing the sleep out of her eyes.

“Kenshi” she says sleepily and waits for my reply.
“yes?” i try to convey all the urgency in that one word, but fail miserably.
“you will see lots of interesting people out there, just be careful ok?” she says in the most adorable way.
“okay!” i reply and turn to leave.

just as i reach the door,  feel her hand on my shoulder.

“i am serious you twit!” death whispers. “not more than a handful of people in the world can see us, and those who can, well the others love playing tricks on them, so you guys dont last long, i eventually collect you guys .. and for once i dont want to, i want to see how things turn out if you get to live out to the end of your days”

lovely morning isnt it?, i think to myself, not up even for an hour yet and already accosted by death with dire warnings. so i just smile at her in my usual evil grin style and finally get ready to go for the umpteenth time.

“when will you be back?” i hear death’s sweet voice again, as she rubs sleep back into her eyes.

“one in the night .. ” i throw the words at her and rush out before she can stop me again.

jeez that has to be the most beautiful figure of feminity the world has ever seen, i think to myself as make my way to the bus stop, and blush with such ferocity as i have yet to again. if only she existed on my plane of existence the thought pops into my head!

it only takes half an hour to get up to the university but it sure feels a lot longer to me at the time. possibly because i was having a hard time thinking about anything beyond that graceful figure that i had seen in the morning.

i manage to peek at my time-table for the day and figure out where my first lecture is; before i know it i am in the lecture theatre, and sitting next to a really cool guy i hadnt noticed earlier. or atleast he looks that way. unfortunately for me i have instant revulsion from him and i feel total disgust sitting next to him. i decide i should move but i wait for a bit to see if some of my friends make it to the lecture. just as i am about to move, a calss-fellow of mine comes and sits in the same spot as that cool guy, rather on top of or rather through the cool guy. that is when i realise that “cool” guy doesnt exist on my plane of existence.

i enjoy his sufferance through out the lecture as my classfellow disrupts his form. at the end of the lecture i wait for everyone to leave, even the lecturer, i notcie the cool guy has stayed behind with me. so i turn around and question him.

“so who might you be then? mr. cool?” i sniff at him.

“oh, so you can see me! thats a surprise but i guess just my presence has affected you” he responds casually.

“actually i dont think it has, anyways i’m off then” i bluff, trying to get him to divulge more than a passing remark.

“okay” he throws the word at me lazily. “just remember, i can be your best friend, my name is envy.”

fear grips me, but i manage to turn and stare at him with my mouth hanging wide open.

“you are envy … i guess i can see that now … ” i spit the words.

i look down to see why i cant move, and see that fear is gripping me, quite tightly too, so i yell at him as well.

“what the fuck is wrong with you man, get the hell off of me, gay!” i scream at this new person.

“arright” he lets go of me slightly shocked. “my names fear, you were shit scared so i thought i’d give you some company .. rather thats my job.”

as far as intoductions go that was teh most blunt one i had heard ever.

“erm .. right .. bye” i turn and leave, only to be followed by fear.
“sorry mate cant part from you yet, you are still scared and snned some company” fear tries to console me.
“no i am fine, just stay the hell away from me you freak me out more than fear itself” i retort, only to realise i am talking to fear and busrt out laughing.

from there on my day goes well, i meet inspiration but our meeting is not so well. i try to avoid envy and even ditch some lectures where i see him. i also meet up with sorrow, she seemed quite happy, and joy who was really shy made friends with both and promised to meet up with them after dinner and my jiu jitsu session for teh anime night. as the day wears on, my lectures end and i get some time to relax before my jiu jitsu session.

after the breif calm, i make my way to the dojo, for once arriving before even the sensei. being the highest grade on the mats, i start the warm-up precisely on time, just as the sensei walks in, a nod from him lifts my spirits a bit. nothing special in the warm-up so i guess i should move onto the better part. the training progresses at a decent pace, going through the throws, locks, blocks, counters and all, when a pair irk some interest in me. i watch them for a while, yes being the highest grade besides the sensei means that sometimes i am allowed to watch other people and help out with the individuals. soon i conclude nobody else can percieve them, and i make a mental note to talk to them later.

as i watch them, i realise that the girl is the aggressive force of the pair, which leads me to the conclusion that the guy is probably gay! after the session, as a club we always go to the universiyt pub, and see that those two arrive at the pub as well, before anyone can stop me i get up and strategically make my way to the pair and ask for a word with them.

“hey guys, can talk with you somewhere quiet?” my blunt and direct approach.
“yea sure” the girl is the one who replies.

we go outside the pub as it is too nosiy inside and find ourselves a table outside. nobody, except the three of us was sitting outside as it was too cold a night. soon inspiration, envy, joy and sorrow join me and my companions whose names i had not found out by then.

“so whats your name then?” i ask the new guy as i get my dinner out of bag and start.
“he’s pain, and i am wrath” the girl introduces the pair.

for a second i freeze with shock. pain and wrath? that would explain the aggressiveness from the girl i think to myself. so the guy is either gay or shy/quiet.

“any girlfriends pain?” i astonish myself with this new level of bluntness.
“no i dont like girls that way. its jsut boys for me!” pain replies equalling my stunted social skills.

his reply sent me through a fit of laughter. i like his style, i make a note to myself. i finish my dinner quietly while listening to the chatter of the others. the chatter is quite intersting but i realise i am getting later than i expected to be, so i take my leave to head off for anime night. just as i am leaving i am joined by joy and sorrow, after all they were going to the anime night too.

we had only gone a hundered meters from the pub when there was bright light and then everything blacked out. next thing i know i am lying on the pavement, infront of my house and someone is yelling at me.

“GET UP YOU DOLT! DEATH IS TRYING TO COMMIT SUICIDE, WE NEED TO GET IN!” life screams in my ear in extreme panic.

“ow .. what happened” i hear the words come out my mouth even as my mind tries to figure out the consequences of death committing suicide.

(testing new story)

i find it interesting that i am sitting here with so much work piling up every second and yet i am thinking “i am bored, and i have nothing to do”. infact i have so much work that even if i started now i wouldn’t be able to finish by monday morning for my first lecture/class. and while i have conviced myself that i have nothing to do, i am intent on watching a brilliant drama series called “dead liek me” which is about a girl who dies and joins the ranks of the grim reapers, only thing is  had that idea over 10 years ago and now that i was actually ready to write it out and hopefully try and get it published somebody got there before and made a tv program out of it .. so i am pretty pissed at it but i am intensely happy they did such a great job of it .. and the funny part is i can relate to the characters. now though i have to scrap my story and if i want to continue at it then i need to re-think it, to atleast make it sound even half as original as originally was. anyway, i though i’d post a random bit of it here so you guys could have a peek at it, specially my good friend purple icicles ..

and yes i have mentioned it on my da page and posted it on my other blog as well …

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PERSONATION

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I woke up into complete darkness. At first i panickec and after a while realized it was no use, so i waited calmly. i guess it was just a stroke of luck or pure coincidence though i dont believe in coincidences, but that is when the i heard a zipper. next thing i knew there was a bright light and people exclaiming in the extreme. i guess they were shocked about something, if only i could see what that was, it would make my life easier. as my eyes adjusted and feeling returned to my body i realised i was on the floor in a body bag and that everyone was staring at me. to be fair my side of the story is one minute i was asleep and the next, well i just told you what happened.

the coroner and his entire team and the firemen and the whole neighbourhood was there. there being infront of my house. there was even an ambulance. funny then it took me a while to realise this wasnt a joke and that they thought i was dead, which would explain the body bag. i guess the joke was that some dim-witted nut-job of an adolescent had found it funny to call the authorities to my house on the pretext i was dead; when i clearly was only asleep, or was i?

it was explained to me that there had been a gas leek from the stove and tha ti had been gone to sleep 6 days ago. that would explain why they thought i was dead and all the stuff liekt he body bag and the ambulance. apparently they had even checked my pulse and even brain activity. i was declered scientifically medically dead in all ways. but then i had twitched in the body bag, a lot mor than just rigor mortis and they had to open the bag to see what was happening.

there were tests done and everything to see if i was fine and that there was nothing wrong with me. these tests lasted a long time and i couldnt wait for it to get over, now though i guess i wish i had a bit mroe time with the scientist just so i could relax.

and so we jump to the present, its been 13 months since the incident. people still inquire about me, which they never did before my death experience, so it is nice but sometimes can get on my nerves. anyways, today i met a really odd person, when she was around i felt i was alive, no i do not mean romantically or secually, i mean generally; as in liek a heightend state of contentment or something like that. she had that effect on everyone around her; but, the only catch was that nobody else could see her.

okay hang on a second you say and explain? well i am trying to tell you exactly what happened word for word no additions, but there might be some omissions for censoring some material in appropriate for the younger ones.

there she was, walking around town without a care, giving the air a nice sniff to fill her lungs with air and smell all the nice early morning smells. light of foot and a smile on her face that could literally kill (as it would bring death to the person who saw that smile … and death is a lusty one .. whole different story for later ..). i kept staring at her for a while, at first i think she didnt notice, but when she did i think she tried to avoid me, by runnning around and giving me the slip. but persistant as i was, i followed her every step, till she turned around and confronted me in a lonely spot or street. that was when everything changed for me.

you see i was not actually even meant to sense her, like the rest of the human race, but i guess it was due to that near death (oh my a whole new perspective isnt it?) experience.

moving on, she turned around and lunged at me. took me to the ground in one sweep. but even so angry she was so beautiful, that her beauty drove the fear (no fear was not possessing me, if he ever tries to, i’ll abduct his daughter ..) right out of me. and i think she saw this in my eyes, and smiled. probably hoping that death would take me, and death sure did show up.

first all i could do was hear foot steps. but as life got off me and i got to get up, i saw another extremely beautiful girl come up all the way to me. she looked me in the eye and then harrumphed her attention to life. i was confused, what was happening?

“i already visited him and that was mistake and its not his time yet life! he’s a good kid, albiet a bit confused. i cant take him yet.” the second girl said with more than a few tones of annoyance.

“hes been following me around all day long death!, and he stares like a wool-headed pervert. what the hell should i do with him, you cant let him live, the rules say that anyone who can percieve us in any way has to be taken by you.” my girl said.

“yea but the rules also give exemption to those i get to first by mistake.” the second girl replied.

“yea thats when you visit them first, and its also true that when i smile on someone you are to take them.” my girl snapped.

“let me make this clear then, you might be older but i need to keep an eye on you sometimes ..” the first girl retorted.

“hold on second, who the hell are you guys and why are you ignoring me?” i cut in completely unbashful, confused and slightly angry.

they looked at me as if i had done something sacreligious, well to msot religious people i might as well have.

“rrriight .. i am death, pleased to meet you!” the second girl introduced herself. “and this … well this is life.” she pointed at my girl.

“erm, ok i might seem confused and all but i am not stupid!” i came back. “i dont really care for mind games at the moment i was actually going to as her out” i pointed at my girl. “so i would like your real names, instead of some mumbo jumbo.”

“see he is just the same as all the other stupid humans!!” life said.

“what do you mean other stupid humans?” i cut in again.

tensions seemed to be building and i guess death sensed that, so she assumed a more “grown-up” posture and air of command and authoirty.

“life, this is your mess, if you hadnt shed a tear for him when i went to take him by mistake he wouldnt be able to interact with us like this. this is your mess you solve it. i have plenty of souls to collect.” death proclaimed and vanished into thin air.

i couldnt bleieve it. she actually vanished. i guess the look of shock on my face clicked something in life and she decided to be nice to me.

“its the rules i guess.” life said accepting things. “i’ll explain everything over some dinner.”

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Girl

And to this end this spiel to finalize Boy’s thoughts into words and actions irreversible by anything except a miracle. His simple conclusion was that he should turn around and exit the tunnel if he was to be useful to those that depended on him. It all came to pass that Boy came to a conclusion analyzing and reflecting on his life and a side consultation with his sister in spirit Rory Rage. So he kept his peace in his turmoil, and remained one of those who hurt themselves within. There was only one choice left to B’Spartan, to be silent, for if he spoke he would take Jas’s side and renounce the rest. His love for Jas had blinded his emotions for everything else, no matter how well he understood the position of his friends and rivals on an intellectual level. B’Spartan, well no one knew what was going on in his head, he was the type to keep to himself. But Daud had shrouded that light to clear his head. Dragonia had pleaded sanctuary and silence. Even though he had thought of her as his light at the end of the tunnel, the same way as Daud had thought of her as his light in the darkness. He had problems of his own as does everyone, and he knew that, but his “hopelessly and endlessly” being in love with Jas was having a resounding adverse impact on his life. But his feelings and emotions started instead interfering with the rest of his life. It didn’t really bother Boy much as Boy and B’Spartan were close as and in spirit brothers. As time went by Jas and Boy grew closer and close but there was always one thing between them, Jas’s choice: B’Spartan. Keeping his word was one of the hardest things he had done in his life, not because it was a promise that he should not break, because he was good at keeping promises, but rather it was the nature of things that made it neigh impossible for him to keep his word. Boy stuck to his word that he gave to Jas; he would not let his feelings for her interfere with their relationship. Dragonia decided to leave it to fate and not interfere with anything being the ultimate obsolete style gentleman. Daud managed to become so frustrated he had to get away. Eventually that hope almost got siphoned of to a little atom in some dark corner of their minds. They on the other hand did not give up but instead hoped and hoped for that one day. Ofcourse she only had an inkling about the others, but despite their re-doubled efforts, it seemed she did not get their message clearly. Of his rivals, the oldest lover was Daud, then came Dragonia followed by Boy and lastly B’Spartan. From such marvelous specimens, Jas picked B’Spartan. None of the others were terribly happy about it, but they were content knowing she was happy. In his love for Jasmine, This Boy had rivals for her heart; James Rowdy Dragonia, Trystan Miracle B’Spartan and Daud Hauls. This girl had a beautiful name too; Jasmine Marvelous Gift. This Boy was simply known as This Boy. She had recently broken up with her boyfriend and had just come out of her grief period. One day, even This Boy fell for her, but she did not know. Her personality was such that most of the boys she knew had fallen in love with her, unknown to her innocent self. She was really kind and caring. There was once a girl who was beautiful, intelligent and smart.

This is an excerpt from the hear of This Boy

There is story that needs be told.

chapter 3

Chapter 3: the awakening of the edge (part 1)

 

After what seems like eternity, Nagrod wakes up to find himself spread on what appears to be a surgical table. He catches a glimpse of a dhurkat lying in the lap of a man, just before passing out again. It seems we survived, but in to what did we land?

 

Beren was woken up by the dhurkat’s stirring. Apparently the Dragon Lady’s dhur-ryu had barely woken up and fainted again. Getting the Dragon lady out from under the rubble had been a task he did not want to think about right now. The condition she had been in was enough of trauma to deal with as it is. If there hadn’t been a handy repair mobile craft (RMC), he would never have gotten her out. Such beauty, lying distorted under the rubble had been a sight so vicious anyone would have nightmares about it.

 

At the moment, they were hiding in an abandoned and almost destroyed clinic he had the fortune of glimpsing on his way to the dragon lady’s rescue. How he had managed to get out of the situation alive was something even he was having trouble understanding. I am alive and so is the Dragon Lady, barely. Her guards were not so fortunate. What next? The question deigned to linger in his mind. Where do I go from here? How do I get help? The depressive thoughts gathered in his head.

 

A mumble from the other side of the room brought him crashing back to reality. It was the dragon lady; barely alive, but at least now beginning to wake. Making sure he didn’t agitate the dhurkat much, he rushed to the dragon lady’s side; he had to make sure she knew she was alive and was being cared for. It was the least he could do for a person of such high status – she was the champion of the country, a legendary hero for the populace. She was called the Dragon Lady because her dhurkat had matured and turned into a dhur-ryu, which looked remarkably similar to what used to be called dragons on old earth. He didn’t even know her name; after all, he was the lowest in the information chain as a mere citizen, albeit a researcher at the University of the Edge City, but not yet a professor. However, he had good eyes and ears, and was not shy of using them, especially for the cause of the country; as one of the lower informants to the intelligence types under the command of the Dragon Lady it was his duty.

 

He heard the mumble again, and despite his closeness he couldn’t make out if she was saying something or groaning in pain. He checked her injuries again, just to make sure he hadn’t left anything unclean and untended; everything was in order, at least on the outside. He knew there were likely internal injuries, which is why he had given her a maximum dose of the max-heal, not like she really needed it – she was bionic, more machine than biological; her position required it. Being bionic must be what saved her from that brutality, he thought. A sudden brush against his forearms made him jump. Looking down in alarm, he saw the Dragon Lady’s hand flop listlessly back to the tabletop.

 

“Where am I?” she inquired delicately.

 

“You’re in clinic, we are safe for now, relax!” he hushed. If she worried, it would affect the speed of her recovery, max-heal or no. Abruptly, she tried to sit up, a look of both pain and determination crossing her handsome features. He tried to keep her down with his hand, but she sat up regardless.

 

A hiss of pain escaped her, but she kept on pushing until she was fully sat up. Beren stopped trying to push her back down; her injuries were bad enough without any additional stress.

 

“You must rest, my lady,” he started. “Your Pinnace was planted with explosives. I discovered the plot, but I was too late to warn you…” His voice trailed off, the apology at the end dying of guilt on his lips. He glanced again at her face, at the discomfort crinkling the skin between her eyes. She’s healing pretty well, but she still isn’t in a condition to go charging out, he sternly reminded himself.

 

They continued to sit in silence; she was trying to see how much of her body still functioned, and he was obediently waiting for her slightest command. The silence was getting long and uncomfortable. Convinced there was nothing more she could do for her body, the Dragon Lady turned instead to their surroundings. Apparently, she was seated on the main reception counter of the smashed clinic; there was shattered glass sprinkled everywhere, two new paramedic kits had been torn open and left unused, sealed contents resting in their bags on the floor beside her makeshift bed, there was a rank smell of burning, and through the grimy windows she could see that the street outside was devoid of life, a chaotic mess of chunks of concrete, delicate slivers of glass, pieces of the Pinnace and, most importantly, the dead bodies of her subjects. Remorse overtook her as her eyes rested on their remains. I failed to protect them. The responsibility fell on her more keenly than the pain of her own wounds. I’m sorry. Dimly, she recognized they must be close the crash site, but this was overtaken by her sense of grief. As with any situation, she turned to Nagrod for comfort, realizing with terror that he was not with her. Panic like a bullet shot through her – he had been injured as well. Trying to remain calm, she scanned the room again, knowing that she would have seen him the first time, but doing so regardless. Turning painfully, she spotted his limp form lying on an operating table, which had clearly been dragged out from somewhere deeper within the clinic. Shock at the realisation he was alive gripped her heart along with relief, a sigh escaping her dry lips.

 

Noticing her source of relief, Beren subtly shifted closer to her to stop her from getting up. Thankfully she didn’t get up just yet. She must have been in more pain than he supposed – twisting like that might have reopened some wounds.

 

“I have tried everything I knew a little about dhur-ryu physiology; it wasn’t much, but it was the best I could do.” He apologised quietly.

“You saved us, I am grateful,” She smiled weakly, yet Beren could feel the depth of her appreciation through her fatigue. “But the assassins might be close by and we need to move. I need to get to Kinara; it was attacked in the dead of night and completely ravaged. If the latest reports are true, the city has been reduced to ashes.”

 

Beren contemplated the news in shock. Kinara? Destroyed? That city was supposed to be unassailable! The more he mused over the tragic brief the closer he came to a conclusion that he didn’t like.

“Important though that is, it is more important our heroes survive if we are to have the edge over our enemies.” he started. “You need to rest, we will get there and anywhere else you need to go only if you stay alive. I am a mere researcher, I cannot hope to be as good as you are at what you do, but I know that for this you must stay alive, and I will try my best to protect you. However, I am no warrior. You can try to leave this place now, but in your condition even I can overpower you. We will leave this place at night if you are in a hurry, Nagrod has to recover and you need the rest. Even the dhurkat needs some time for recovery.”

 

Impressed by his sound reasoning and touched by passion of the scholar the Dragon Lady was left momentarily speechless. His words had reignited the fire of her unrelenting attitude, and her strength she felt was already returning to her. Once she regained her voice, she chose her words carefully.

“You sir have aided this country selflessly. For this you will be remembered, I promise.” She reached out to clasp his hand in her own to demonstrate her sincerity. “You also mentioned a dhurkat? Do you know who it is bonded with?”

“I believe it has bonded me!” Beren replied somewhat unsure of their relationship.

“Congratulations,” she smiled warmly. That was good news indeed. If they were going to come out of this alive, a shared consciousness could keep more eyes out for their enemies. “I am Aredhel Alatariel, and you are?”

“Beren. Beren Minyatur, my Lady” He said, feeling imperceptibly the hand of destiny at his back.

“I shall remember.” Aredhel assured him, before Beren coaxed her to lie back down. She smiled up at him gratefully, aware of the darkness of weariness at the edges of her vision. With you my greatest hope lies.

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Muzamorous woke up to find himself imprisoned in a dark, damp cell with no windows. Immediately he recognized the one place that could possibly be this dark; the dungeon prisons of the space carriers. This means? His thoughts raced. Scrambling for a bit he could feel at least three more faces on the ground; one with a beard, so obviously male, one had long hair, so she should be the girl and the last, his captain, was bleeding from the left temple. Horrified to think about his friend’s potential fate, Muzamorous tried to think of a way to stop the bleeding. What do I do? Having no bandages or any first aid material with him, he frantically tore a strip of material from his sleeve and used that as a temporary bandage, seeing no other way to staunch the bleeding.

 

A few minutes of anxious waiting proved fruitious – the others were slowly coming to and getting up to inspect their surroundings for themselves. They were as disoriented as he was, but thankfully he was already awake to inform them of their current state of affairs. He decided he would have to assume the role of the leader; he got them into this mess, he would get them out. Or else my name isn’t Muzamorous Narmolanya, he thought furiously.

 

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It was a very long while before Momentus’ eyesight adjusted to the ambient light. He was still in that insanely bright cage, as he thought of it. To add to his trauma he thought he was starting to hallucinate; he could see the faint outline of a child sitting in one corner of the room, with his head on his knees. He looked like he was crying, his back heaving with silent sobs. To add to his frustration he was still tied to the table, securely enough that he couldn’t break lose.

 

“What is your name kid?” he asked in exasperation, trying to break the impression that he was totally useless.

 

The child realised he was being spoken to, but this sudden attempt at communication seemed to scare the child further, as much as it disappointed Momentus.

 

“Help me, I promise I won’t hurt you. We can go find your parents.” Momentus added trying to soothe him.

 

“You can’t!” the kid replied abruptly. “They died years ago, now it’s time for you to move on.” With each word the child grew, until he was as tall as Momentus was. The child looked just like him. Panic gripped his heart but he refused to give in. How could this be? Momentus asked himself. I am delirious came the answer unbidden to his mind.

 

Instead of reasoning with his hallucination he wanted to play along with it and see how long he lasted himself. However, that wasn’t why he was seeing it; he supposed it had been brought on by his bad physical condition and momentary reflection of his life. It was time he regained control of himself, and he understood in a flash of lucidity that the only way his subconscious could catalyse this process was to have him hallucinate. His image crept closer to him, suffering the onslaught of invisible knives as it was slashed with every approaching step. With each footfall, it oozed blood from the ever-increasing number of wounds. Undeterred, his image forged on, but it made Momentus uncomfortable, seeing himself incur this multitude of injuries. His skin itched. Finally, the image was right next to him. Standing there one minute and then hovering over him the next. As the image sank into his body, self-realisation activated, and his world went black.

 

After what seemed like eternity, Momentus woke up again. Still in his infuriatingly bright prison, but this time, his bonds had been broken. What he felt, while he had his delusions, even he did not remember, but he knew one thing; he had a purpose now, a reason to live, and he was not going to let his enemies keep him in a cage! In this harsh reality, his purpose was to one thing and one thing alone – to bring about justice for the worlds. In that moment ties to his country and any other bonds of the past had also been broken, remaking themselves into something more powerful than before. Also, his feelings for his friends intensified, a strong sense of protectiveness claiming his heart. So he made a biding pact to himself; “I, Momentus Minyatur, will be the bringer of revolution!” he proclaimed to the white walls. Echoing back at him, his voice seemed to reaffirm his belief, until he felt the room resounded with the truth of his promise.

 

Gaining strength from this, he rushed to the wall on his right, kicking it at the last possible instant; a loud groan of metal grinding against metal was heard, and the door opened by an inch.

*got a beta*

hey people

one of my really good friends offered to beta for me and i accepted her offer, i am just hoping she isnt too pissed off by my slow rate of production. other than that well

THANK YOU CARRIE (obviously a psoudoname)

cheers …

oh and she helped on the last peice i hope she continues to do so … she is awesome … umm if anyone is interested thecan visit her blog, just note me to find out …

the other side of the edge

The bombarding of the Edge had begun a few days ago, and now it had reached the city of Kinara, the most eastern city of the Edge. It could have been called a port, but it wasn’t; it was a hidden city, surrounded by mountains on all sides save for the east where it touched the ocean. Nobody had ever been able to reach Kinara; it was too secluded and well guarded by nature and by man, but now this tradition had been broken by the ‘Corrupt’ as the Company was now known. They had come in the middle of the night, over the western mountains; nobody had expected them to cover the distance or tolerate the savageness of the high passes and the high death toll those mountains incurred upon travellers. Thus the destruction of one of the scientific bases of the Edge had begun.

 

Rather than help, some of the civilians turned out to be the “hidden sleepers” as they were known in the days of Old Earth; people taken from a country and brainwashed into being unconscious spies by their enemies, then placed back in the society of that country, especially within the higher research laboratories and scientific fields. The Sleepers, acting without understanding, made a dash for the ocean – there were thousands of them. At the beach they changed direction as one, moving now as if searching. Their hidden equipment in the holding caves beneath the beach was found and brought up and then they geared up to raid Kinara from the east. Some of the general city populace followed them at first, but upon learning of the deceit and evil intentions of the Sleepers panicked, and ran back into the city and in to the line of bombardment. Some committed suicide while others joined the Sleepers yet some tried to put up a resistance towards the sleepers. Few succeeded.

 

Crap! What has happened to me? Momentus thought, sitting in the pilot seat of a massive machine – a M.A.C (mobile attack craft). At 19 years old, and of mixed bloodlines, Momentus was a short boy, with dark messy hair and dark eyes rimmed by spectacles. What am I doing? Looking about him, he could see the controls and the screens showing him the city. Standing on the beach, his M.A.C. was facing Kinara, the beam rifle aimed at the mass of civilians running away from him and into the flaming city.  In one swift reflex he opened the entry hatch of the M.A.C. and jumped the 7 meters to the ground, dashing to the nearest group of civilians he could see; making sure it looked like he was coming from the city and not the M.A.C.

 

At first he couldn’t see what was happening but as he got closer Momentus realised that the group was made up of 5 boys, 4 big hulking idiots, who went to the same school as him and one small boy – the brains of the group. They were dragging a girl with them out of the city and on to the beach in an effort to escape by boat. Hearing footsteps, they stopped and crowded together. When they turned around and saw a boyish figure approach, however, their confidence swiftly returned.

 

It was as if he was never there, the speed with which he moved; only angels or demons could have even come close to it. He might have even beat light in a flat out race, or so thought the gang – they had all attacked at once, but unexpectedly they were the ones on the floor, staring up at the boy with not a scratch on him as he stood in the middle of the circle of downed toughs. He hadn’t even hit them hard – all he had done was make sure he took their balance and let them fall. Even as he did it, Momentus wondered where and when he had learnt how to do such a thing. Once he was done he ignored them and asked the girl if she would come with him. All they could do was glare at him defiantly, cowardly fear and certain defeat stilling their limbs. The short boy yelled in the negative and prepared for impact, a body slam or some kind of hit, but it never came. For a few moments there was an awkward silence, as the realisation that they were defeated utterly settled over them. They did the only thing they could – they bargained, agreeing to let the girl go if he would get them to the beach safely. Momentus agreed instantly; even he had realised they needed to move. There was a flash of anger on the face of the girl – she had just been sold to this young man, now what was he going to do with her?  The question echoed loud and uncertain in her mind.

 

They made their winding way to the beach, dodging the only two shells that came their way purely by chance. Soon they were at the beach and Momentus turned to them. Fearing another attack, the members of the group flinched before realising that this was as far as he would take them, this was where they parted ways. If only they could keep the girl and get rid of him! No matter how hard they had tried to think around it on their way down the beach, they couldn’t – he was just too fast for them. They suggested coming with him, to watch his back, but after a bit of speculation as to their characters and thinking of his M.A.C. Momentus declined their offer and told them he had space only for one other person and that that person had to be light. They shoved the girl towards him angrily, and ran after the silhouette of a boat. 

 

The girl stumbled and fell into his arms. Momentus caught her deftly, but didn’t notice how scared she was; he had too many things to think about, the most important being to think up an escape route which involved also saving ‘his’ M.A.C.  Making sure no one was following them, he took the girl by the wrist and started running towards the M.A.C. Out of the corner of his eye he saw her face twisted in pain, so he released his grip on her wrist and insisted that she run ahead of him instead. 

 

Why is he doing this? What does he want me for? Why me? How do I run away from here? Thoughts ran in circles around the girl’s mind, distracting her. She paid little heed to where she was running and more than once Momentus had to keep her from falling and being hit by a stray mortar. It didn’t take them long to reach the M.A.C., but it had seemed like eternity. Once they got there, Momentus helped the girl up into the cockpit and together they squished into the pilot seat. Switching on the systems, he instantly received a multitude of messages; some from the people who claimed to be his bosses and ordering him to shoot the civilians and scientists and 3 from other people who seemed to have broken through their brain-washing and had a plan and a next step in mind to rescue their beloved city. Only one message caught his eye from those three – it was from his sworn brother! He had gotten onto a transport space carrier and was waiting for him a kilometre from the beach deep in the sea! Momentus replied immediately, swiftly closing the exit hatch of his cockpit and stirring the M.A.C. into motion.

 

The trip to the space carrier was uneventful – the girl didn’t speak much, but the slightest tremble of fear worked its way through her body and Momentus could feel it. He understood – they could be walking into a trap, but it was a risk he was willing to take. After all, the person on the other end was his sworn brother.

 

The space carrier wasn’t very large, it wasn’t meant to transport M.A.C.s as they could traverse space on their own; with the advent of zero-radiation nuclear engines capable of operating for five hundred years at maximum combat power, the dream of solo space travel had been achieved, and it’s first application was as the driving force behind the M.A.C. As they were climbing on to the lifts to go up from the hangars to the bridge of the space carrier Momentus asked the girl the question he had been meaning to ask for the last three years; “Will you marry me?”

 

Once, she had been disgusted by him – the way he looked, the person he was, the people he hung out with, everything he did. To her, they were fundamental enemies. But even then he had risked his life to save hers, not just this time but countless times previously as well, as she had ended up finding out once the incidents were over and he wasn’t around to thank. But this one question, such a question, at such a time, it was too much; she broke down and dropped to her knees crying harder than she had done ever before. Startled, Momentus approached her. Seeing her hurt so much, in such utter grief and despair was painful – he wanted to comfort her so he moved closer to kneel beside her, laying a hand on her shoulder. She tried to resist it at first but he didn’t budge. When she finally looked up, he looked her in the eye.

 

“You are free to do whatever you want. I will not force you to do something you don’t wish to; if you want to leave I will not stop you once we reach a safe haven.” He whispered, hand gentle on her shoulder. Deep down, she recognized his sincerity.

“Yes.” She replied quietly.

 

Momentus smiled. Caught in his gaze, she marvelled that such a thing would look so natural on his face. She smiled back.

 

The lift stopped with a sudden jerk and the door opened. The moment broke as they were greeted by a blast of joyful laughter as Momentus’ sworn brother and his two fellows welcomed them onto their ’ship’.

 

Muzamorous, his sworn brother, had stumbled into his life a few years ago while they were still at school. Momentus was the ultimate epitome of geek. He had always suffered the brunt of bullying from the entirety of the school pupils. Even the nerds shunned for being too geeky. One such day when he was being beaten to a pulp as usual, Muzamorous stepped in and rescued him from the slaughter. Grateful for Muzamorous’ kindness, Momentus promised to help him with anything. So, he followed Muzamorous around for a week before they struck a deal: to watch each other’s backs.

 

The ship was by no means large, but from the inside it just seemed enormous and spacious; that was probably due to the fact that all the passenger’s rooms had been removed to fit in the troop carriers. Piloting a space carrier such as this one was child’s play as the controls were simple and easy to remember. Momentus was jarred from his silent appreciation of the ship by a sudden rocking impact – a missile impact, he judged from the muffled ‘boom’. Belatedly, he realised that their stationary carrier must have garnered some suspicion from the others surrounding it who were still attacking Kinara. Everything went black.

 

When he woke, the first thing Momentus was aware of was the pain in his eyes. Squinting, his eyes gradually adjusted until he could see the stark whiteness of the room he was in. His itching wrists were chafed from the restraints binding him to a flat metal table. There was no sign of Muzamorous or the girl.

from the edge

“kyuu!” i hear an exclamation

light at the end of a tunnel. did i die or am i still alive? the light is coming closer.

closer

closer

closer

jerk!

i am sitting now, its day time but i dont know how long i have been unconscious, if i am still alive

“kyuu”a bleak of utter rejoice

then i guess i must be alive

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unknown to anoyone in the rubble of a building blown apart by the explosion of the dragon lady’s pinnace, lie two bodies; both fragile and extremely broken, but alive, just by a thread. they can hear a voice as if somebody is calling them from afar but, neither is in a condition to reply in any way other than blinking and letting the tears flow. the bleak of a dhurkat is heard closer, it fills them with hope, but only slightly. it is quite possible that the dhurkat is all alone. still in the thoughts of despair Nagrod lets out a subsonic scream of utter pain and despair. minutes pass with no response, but Nagrod still keeps his head high and waits for that answring call. it comes, but with undertones of caution and a request for assistance.  the associated undertones to the message leave Nagrod almost destroyed. His person lying there infront of him, body twisted at odd angles, but still breathing barely, bleeding from more than one deep wound and unconscious. Himself not in a much better state. the hopelessness seeming to engulf his entire being.

a rock shifts. out of the corner of his eye Nagrod can see someone trying to find access to them. someone knows they are here. but the question still hangs: are they the assassins makign sure their target is no longer a member of the living world? or are they the rescuers?  or is it the dhurkat and her person if she has one?

dream 1

I dont know who to trust, what a surprise!

everyone feels so far away from me  it seems such an effort to get them to listen to me

heavy i fall down and drag my body only fooling myself with hope thati will reach them once more

but this distance never seems to close, the view neevr seems to change,

like and endless tunnel going up, and i lie at the bottom of the pit trying to climb out

only the walls of the pit a bare rock face slippery and without a hold

circle

circle

thoughs come and go never seem to stay

i lose my focus and the world becoems blurry

i slip once more and fall yet again as somebody climbs past me

why am i here? whats my purpose? who am i?

a voice calls me from the end of the warping tunnel

but unable to respond i fall further and harder everytime i try to move

only a glimpse i catch but it is enoug to keep me falling

beyond the edge

i still did not know the names of my attackers; just that the three bastards were after me. i had many enemies but which one had hired these well-built and well trained assassins? well it could all come later once i found a safer place to hide, have something to eat and some time to stop and think, that put the lid on it! i had to find out what time it was, and if i was too late to alert the dragon lady, she had to know, but what? i could not remeber at the time, so i just stood up and got moving.

suddenly a small form bumped into me. how could i have forgotten the little creature, ” i dont know your name, i dont even know why you are here and what you want from me? but if you stay with me then you will be in danger! so hurry and go back to where you came from.” i shoved the kitty away from me, i didnt want to throw the poor thing!

a few steps later it leaped and landed in my arms, how? well i still had to figure that one out, but it did and as it did even i was comforted.

then

i could not see anything, the light was so bright that my eyes hurtand i dropped the feline, it wasnt a treecat per say but it wasnt any normal cat either. it bleaked in pain just as i screamed for my eyes. and the thunderpus noised that came with it, for a second i thought i was hit by lightning, or was standing behind an air-liners main engine! how ever the heat wave and the shock from the impact though only a nanosecond later than the disaster took me and nearly tore me to shreds as i was splattered on to the wall at the end of the alleyway. the wall had spikes on it. although i couldnt feel just yet but the immense increase in pain distinctly gave the impression that i was alive but impaled ont eh wall in various places.

as sight returned i saw my tiny friend had suffered about the same fate as me, though i could not tell if it was dead or alive as it didnt seem to be moving yet. and then all was dark again, the light from the blast was gone. and i was petrified, that must have been the dragon lady’s pinnace, that was the only thing that blast could have been, and i mourned my stupididty, if only i had realised the conspiracy earlier, i might have been able to save the dragon lady and her scaly companion ….

“kyuuuu!” came a voice, but i was no longer able to discern if it was just my hallucination from fatigue or if it was reality and so i lost the battle against unconsciousness

losing edge

when i came to i was lying on the floor and was wet, the wetness felt warm. instinctively i got up and the pain that shot through my head was sufficient enough to nearly scare me into unconsciousness

a minute or so to gather my essence together and then i had look around me when i could not see antyhing i got frustrated and was going to scream when i realised

‘ crap! its night and i am in a dark alleyway’

then there were these two miny lights glowing and one second i could see them in the dark far away,the next they were on topof me and i could barely make out the the outline of a feline, maybe it was a hexapuma about to rip out my throat, but then i realised i could feel only four limbs,must be a cat i thought, and the amused bleak reminded me that it was not a cat but a treecat. i wondered, what is it doing here? as the treecat snuggled close to me i started to sense its presence mentally, then like the brigh flash of flash grenades i froze in shock of realisation;this little fellow must havebonded me to save me from those bastards. i checked myself again and made sure i wasnt bleeding, but then to whom did the wamr liquid belong to? or was it just urine?

a low melancholy and also angry bleak brought me back to reality, it must be the treecats, but was it blood? i smelled it;it didnt tasste like urine, so it must be blood or something else, feeling the treecat i realised it was not bleeding and i was relived like never before.

then as i started to get up i felt a shoulder under my hand, feeling along i could feel the gouged neck of a human.

hexapuma and treecat credit goes to david weber

everythign else is mine, this is just a section of a larger passage i wrote inspired by david weber’s Honor Harrington series