THREE: Truth Chapter 1: 0: Prologue, a x-overs fanfic

Eckskalibur: "A moment of silence before it all begins…"

?: "…"

Eckslaibur: "You can start…"

? (with a deep voice): "The stuff this Author has out for his story will not be used for any money like purposes and each character that will be clearly marked by the main characters belong to their respective owners, if you don't get what I'm saying about the marking thing, then wait for a couple of chapters."

Prologue: A reflection

"Man, woman, child, infant, senior, sperm cell, corpse. All apart as to what we are and what we'll be, from the beginning to the end. Yet people insist that even after the end we live on, saying that someone or something created us for a divine purpose. What am I saying? I am one of those who believe in those ideas, yet somehow I feel unrelieved. I feel that we are all merely experiments and little dolls of these higher entities. Of course they aren't so bad, because these entities gave us the chance to think the way we do. Even though people might say I'm crazy if they heard me speak like this, such a nice child having so much hope for the world in his independent way, having thoughts that can and have scared many people, or even bring them into a state of complete depression. Ha. Partially stupid as to why I have to confine myself in a world where the hierarchy reigns supreme, just because they want to win in battles they can contain. Again, it makes me a hypocrite saying that, but what I'm getting out of it is that they only see their fields as small as their heads, while I see it in a bigger perspective, one that can be equivalent to that of the world and beyond, heck that's the idea. I don't want to be confined to a world where I can only walk these many steps and can reach a step further than the rest of the population, because I have to listen to that everyday from my parents. They're nice folks, and I love them from the bottom of my heart (trust me I still have some humanity left in me) but the world is too confined in chaos and stupidity, and that kind of makes me unwilling to help out a lost cause like humanity.

"Hehehe… That's kind of funny, even after being so negative I can still think of positive thoughts. Anyway... back to my reflection of mankind's stupidity. In general, I think of mankind as one thing, the most pathetic, self-loving ignorant pygmies that really believe in their own ideas of making themselves better and ignoring pain, yet go against that idea at the same time, as our system of memory and remembering things make us wish to never forget if we know something that interests us. Seriously, we don't know what is pure wrong or right, and by that I mean a singular idea that can purely self sustain our race in an equilibrium with everything else around us. It is really tragic, since we almost achieved that goal and would have made such leaps and bounds in progress if a couple of things wouldn't have interfered with the perfect world: idiotic people who believe that they need to obtain power at the cost of human suffering, and the ideas of capitalism where that sense of destroying another beings economic life for your own sake is somehow better than the Russian Communism. Really pathetic; and yet I can't stop but wish to help them. In the crises that we continuously make every century, I feel like the next generation always has to suffer for the mistakes of the previous one, even if they have problems of their own. Yet how we always fail, succeeding in creating something, but destroying another. What are we supposed to do, when we listen to the old and create the new, which will become old and outdated for the generation after this one I am in? What is the point of our so-called fruitful labor, when in general it is not even self sustaining, and merely a slowly torturing process towards an end to everyone's life, as we degrade and believe that we have lived life? What is the point to existing to begin with?"

"Geez dude, get a hold of yourself, your talking to yourself before everything ends and your just making everything sound depressing, add in some lighter tone to this will ya?"

"Alright, but that means I need to restart, and we don't have enough time…"

"It's OK, just continue from where you left off, and just say sorry to yourself so it would seem a bit easier to continue."

"Huh, I'll try that…

"Anyways, it is true as to what I say; the world is quite pathetic as the main race consists of completely biased acolytes, but even in the darkest times in existence, there will always be something that can shine the darkness away. Us humans are those who shine before the darkness, yet it can still take over us like vessels towards an unknown goal for the darkness. Actually, let me rephrase my whole light and dark thing and change it into good and bad. Changed it? Good, onward to my monologue in the membrane.

"So, we are not strong at conducting many good actions, and many of us have been corrupted and altered from the contact of evil, some altered permanently to do the bidding of evil. Only a small amount of humans spread out around the world are not changed drastically by the evil, and even less are completely unaffected by the evil, but those people are either strong and don't change the world, or are secluded in their own world. I myself am a part of this flaw, as I too am secluding myself by doing this self-reflection, and it isn't the first one.

"But if I am so secluded, so stupid, a part of the flawed and inconsistent race, and believe the race should just die off so the world could be a better place, then why do I want to help it? I think the answer is simple to this idea, I was taught not to. I know, I know, I am sounding more of a hypocrite every second I make this self-reflection, but the diamond is only found when you dig deep, wash of the dirt, and find the truth behind the harsh cover. In my case, it is the love I have for this world. I am a member of a religion, and in this religion we believe to always love your family, your neighbors, and your enemies. I follow this code very closely in my heart, as it is the only thing that stands between me and complete insanity and psychopathic behaviors, and it really has made me who I am truly. From the beginnings of my life, until my teenage times in the present, I have always sustained a naïve wish that everyone could be nice and good to one another, and even after being broken and turned into a pessimistic asshole, I still believe in that world, one filled with what people say ignorant bliss. Ugh, what was the point of this anyway?"

"Simple, it's a last message before everything changes remember?"

"Yeah, you're right, well back to the message. Anyways, yeah, I am not exactly sure as to how I would describe my ideals, except saying this. I am not here to be remembered, not to be seen as a hero, not be thought as a great philosopher, but to be remembered of my ideals. What are my ideals you're asking? Let me explain: If you are living with a race who are flawed, have done so many things that contradict others' goals, are said to be the most developed people, have a variety of differences in their species or whatever you may call it in your culture, are fighting against one another constantly, are ruled by a hierarchy system… Wait, what was the other one? Oh yeah... And just plainly look like a bunch of idiots waving a figurative flag that says 'I am a _ (insert race name here) and I am a living representation of hypocrisy, and so are the rest of my race, yet we still proclaim ourselves as the best shit since sliced bread and continuously try to contain the mess we created ourselves' then you have to with hold all of your anger, for there is no point. Two, if you completely understood what I just said then good for you, since this is the closest thing as you will get as a remedy towards the same pain I have been dealing with and forever will suffer for. Care for your people, care for the world, and care for yourself, as it is the only way as to live on without relaxation, without feeling the continuous hole in yourself grow, and to truly find inner satisfaction towards yourself. Finally, read this next line very carefully, for it is only made for the strong to understand. Heroes of all kinds come from every part of the world. Leaders come in every different forms, yet what are you, what do you want? It is not I who will ask you for the better world. It is you, your people, the people you meet, the beings you meet, the conversations you, and the life you live that will answer those questions, but I ask of something different of you. It's not the purpose of why you exist, it's not the way you create a system that will manage everything around you in your way. It is not what you want, and it isn't what you feel you need to do. This final part of the message is meant to reach to those who are seeking beyond all comprehension of what is and isn't. This message is meant to reach out to the ones who can see into a new line of existence and can continue into the abyss; us humans call zero and infinity. If you find an ending to the infinity or a beginning to the zero, you are wrong, for there is neither an end nor a beginning if you complied with the last two messages before this, and you should know that there is never an end or a beginning. So please, to the future generation of all of existence, remember this message, forget my name, forget my existence, and walk the road that is harsh, cruel, merciless, and beautiful as you will never find the end, but just a continuum of existence."

The boy's two fingers left the side of his head, as it fell to the sides of his body. He was outside, standing under the orange sky turning black, as the shadow of a massive object began to block the sun. This massive object also caused the streets to be abandoned, vehicles left hollow and broken, the sound of the wind so loud as it passed by everything in its path. Blood that was shed during the chaos that came forth after the announcement of the object, and the few humans left on earth crying out for help of the fear caused by the object covering the sky.

Scientists had foretold of the coming of this object in latter years, but when they found out of the oddity of the arrival of this rock heading towards them, it was presumed to be too late. At first they tried to hide the information from the public, as they believed that they were providing the chance for the few special candidates for the future of humanity to survive and live on after the meteorite. They prepared everything for them, a home, food, water, oxygen, space, and everything that could possibly be needed that was built underground, at least that was the rumor. Yet how did the public find out about it, you ask? Blame mankind's own sense of fear and once again stupidity. No one knew whom it was that broke and told the rest of humanity as to what was going on, but once one person said something important to the public, the world would soon know.

The earth had slowly created another catastrophe that rivaled the soon to be disaster, one that is considered to be worse than any possible world war. Man, woman, and child were effected from all across the globe, as every living being on earth tried to find a form of solitude that could protect them from certain destruction. Some tried to ignore the problem completely, believing that they were mere assumptions and another outrageous rumor created by an anonymous fool on the Internet, but that paradigm quickly faded and shifted as more evidence seemed to prove of the existence of this event to come true, which broke those so called strong willed humans into submission and made them one of the most desperate of groups. Others began to end their own lives as to either their belief of the apocalypse as a sign of a new beginning by their divine idol, the fear of surviving a possible genocide throughout their own people, losing your loved ones from someone else's hands or even from your own, or they had no more hope towards the flaw of humanity. The rest fought for supremacy of an indestructible solitude that would protect them somehow from the massive impact the object was going to create, but only few had such facilities prepared and it was meant for the people they called important and special. The rest of humanity who weren't marked as 'special' were left out, secluded and left to fend for themselves, leaving what is now in front of the boy.

He sighed in disgust, as he continued reminding himself that both the world and he was the cause of this mess. Yet he had one final goal that he himself had to fulfill, and no one could stop him. Not the world, not the meteor, not his family, and not even himself.

And yet, if he did succeed in his impossible mission, he also knew the true responsibility he would have to take on, the true pain that would sear more than his bleeding ears, the true journey towards an unknown facet of possibilities that can happen.

"Yeah, but that doesn't matter does it? Because in the end, when looking back at the beginning of possibly everything, nothing ever mattered to begin with…"

…

c?r?n?s

"Boy, I am sorry. For all I've known in my life, I honestly didn't know how both stupid and ingeniously lucky you were, or are in this case, to have done such an act. Yes, it may be suicidal, but within that insane mind of yours, you started something that will bring greater glory towards thy name, but it will also bring great responsibility and greater burden for you. And yet, you will never comprehend this burden, for you are so odd to keep away all things that attached you with this world and beyond. One wonders whether or not what you and I have done was somehow imperfect, and personally, as I will always say it boy, our choices were and are not perfect. It is far from that."

"So what? We still did our best and saved uncountable worlds from their destruction, and don't give me the 'We also harmed just as many' speech because we, including the boy later on, believed and believe that we did the right things. Hell, we made the world, including ours, much better. Yes, having the little obstacles––"

"The same obstacles that nearly turned into an inter-planetary war of the superpowers."

"––Let me finish asshole! Point is, those 'obstacles' paved a way for new generations of fine youngins' and their own children to live in a healthy competitive and progressive society that feels like everyone has the right to be better and that they must help one another to achieve a better future, but that didn't make a mandating on being nice and fluffy to everyone. This type of competitiveness could be in any form, as long as the reciprocate understood to some extent the reasoning behind the actions."

"Again, hard to comprehend my dark like friend. Since in this timeline, as well as many other timelines, including worlds, there is no such thing as that type of thinking. Hell, the closest thing to that is probably an extreme evolutionist like view."

"And we all know what happened to Columbia…"

*smack*

"Ow! What the hell was that for."

"A, for referencing, and B, back to the topic at hand."

"Jeez dude, sometimes I question how we're related."

"Didn't I already answer that when we first started this talk?"

"Oh yeah…"

"Insanity (Insanity)."

"But back to the matters at hand.

"I really hope for the best for the kid. He's already taking up so much burden."

"So did we, and although we all complained in some way or another, we still survived in the end."

"I think you should reiterate that last part dude."

"Oh, I'm sorry. I mean, 'We accomplished our goal'."

"Please don't say it like that."

"Doesn't matter dude, because we all know now that even if we did the best we could, even if we changed the world, even if we changed our heart a bit to be a person as a whole, even after flippin' seeing things that could, would, and should've destroyed a person as a whole and not only surviving each encounter, but learned from each and everyone of them, I still think that we failed in our own true personal goal. And that's coming from me."

"I know, I know."

"Then why the hell don't we change something right now. We're not in the construct of space nor are we in the everlasting timeline, because you know the 'nothing' we learned from before is completely useless except for these types of situations!"

"We changed remember."

"And again, look where we landed in! An actual fucking entity so disruptive towards all of reality and so stupid as to not asking possible help, that we ended up like this! Right now, we can slip into reality once again just for a brief moment to stop all of this, to stop the bullshit-a-knee, to fix what could be a better future!"

"Are you afraid?"

"Wait, what?"

"I said, are you afraid?"

"…"

"Yes."

"Do you know how to trust?"

"What kind of a question is––"

"I said; do you know how to trust?"

"Nope."

"Then we should let this happen correct?"

"OK, yeah. But why are we here?"

"Another test."

"Seriously?"

"Yup."

"We are retarded caring for one another aren't we? Even though you are lying."

"Agreed to both grounds my brotha."

"Hey! WTH! I thought no spoilers you ass."

"You know whoever will see this in the infinitesimal multi-existences will never get this, unless the 'seer' is capable of telling the events as they unfold?"

"Oh yeah… Well shit.

"Actually, I just realized something."

"What?"

"This place looks like, damn it I almost had a good punch line."

"Sucks to be y ––"

"Ha, gotcha!"