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I opened my eyes and awoken in the pitch blackness, every muscle in my body screams in pain. I try to move, but my joints feel more stiffer than a corpse. The air smells stale and rotten, air this stagnant must have remain stale a long time. I found myself lying on the floor, the wood feels cold to the touch. How did I get here, I wondered, how long had I been here?

My name is Chernov Reznov, I stand at least 10 cm tall and way 28 grams. My skin is green as the grass and my smurf hat, jacket, and pants are M81 woodland camouflage. I reside in the Smurf Village, the smurfs everyone know in love. I'm part of a succeeding species of smurfs known as the Green Smurfs, who are more human than smurf. Our technology is more advanced than the smurfs, and we managed to manufacture high tech equipment like computers and mp3 players. Our bodies are more cylinder shape than pear and our legs were straight then slightly bent, we were more human than smurf. My height is unqiue, since I'm taller than the blue and green smurfs.

I scrambled up to my feet, my legs gave in to my weight and my face met the floor hard. I groaned in pain, it felt worse than getting shot. I managed to find a table and I used it to support myself, I managed to stand up finally and I scrambled for a light switch. It was a mad panic, I was disoriented, hopeless, and lost. But I didn't care at this point, I just wanted to see. My hand ran across the wall and it ran into a small switched, nothing.

When the lights didn't come on, I pound my fist onto a counter. When I did so, something fell onto the floor and rolled towards my feet. I picked it up and realized it was a flashlight, so I turned it on. Its light lit the room up quite nicely, and it took me awhile to realize that I was at home. Normally the computers up against the wall were on, but they weren't activated. The power must be turned off, I must turn it back on.

I walked over to my furnace and opened the hatch, it was cold to the touch. I grabbed nearby firewood and throw it into the chamber before I lit it with a butane lighter. It took awhile for the fire to get started, right now I must get the generator to work. I opened the small trapdoor leading to the basement and climbed down the latter, my flashlight managed to reveal the generator, energy storage, and the plumbing that feeds water to the village in the small room.

They were all turned off, everything was deactivated. I approached the generator and noticed the gas tank was dry, it was usually powered with Methane gas collected from the septic tank. For some reason, the generator call it quits. However, the alternative is the boiler which uses steam to turn a turbine. The boiler was already being heated by the furnace up above, so I opened a valve which releases steam into a turbine. The sudden pressure forced the turbine to rapidly spin and the power suddenly came back on, I can tell as I could hear the computers coming back to life upstairs.

I head back upstairs and was greeted by the glow of an LED light on the ceiling, lighting the entire room. It felt comforting to be under its glow, but I realize there was work that must be done. I noticed the windows were sealed by steel plates on the outside, they can be open and closed by an electronic circuit. I pressed a switch on the wall and the steel panels slid open, revealing the darkness of the night outside amidst the window's security bars.

I opened the glass windows ajar, getting fresh air from the outside to fill and circulate the room. My head begins to feel clear, and my thoughts became well organized again.

I glanced at my desk and saw a typewriter, one of those old fashion style typewriters that probably date back to 1940. I recall having it for about a long time, I used it to write several books in the past. Normally there's a stack of blank paper that sits next to the typewriter, but there's none. The chair that I sit at the desk with was turned over and was sitting in front of the bedroom door, I set down the flashlight and grabbed the chair, setting it upright again and scoot it underneath the desk.

The pain in my head start up again, it feels like I was injured. When I approach and gaze at myself in the mirror, I realized that I am indeed injured. There was a gash, right over my ear on my temple. The wound appears fresh, maybe that must have woke me up. My home suddenly felt like a prison, and I grabbed the flashlight off the table and scrambled to the front door. I opened it and ran outside before collapsing into the grass, panting loudly. I looked up and saw the stars above my head, the moon was full as clouds were trying to overtake its glow.

I pound my fist onto the ground and let out a scream, I was so frustrated and disoriented that I couldn't distinguish reality from my imagination. Amidst my torment, I began to recall memories before my blackout. It had something to do with Rachael, my overweight green smurf girlfriend. Our kids, Cherskey and Nelly played a role but I couldn't remember what happened. Did we get into an argument? Or something more?

It then hit me, the green smurfs back at the Green Smurf Colony came by and pulled a prank on everyone. I remember them coming in squads, armed with paintball guns. They were terrorizing the smurfs, their devious prank on Unhappiness Day made sure that the smurfs, as the holiday assured, were suffering as they should. After 30 minutes of paint-balling everything, they head back east leaving an entire village covered in green paint. Papa Smurf's house took the worse, every corner of his house was covered in green paint as the other homes were simply tagged with polka-dots.

I have never been so mad in my entire life, sure I enjoyed it but it got to far. Since I'm suppose to be the green smurf's leader, I took that role for the moment. I scared them off with my Standard Infantry Rifle, simple rifle that you can change the barrel for a rifle, shotgun, or sniper mod. I think I was angry since I was writing a book, after the incident I stormed into my house and locked the door behind me. Didn't let anyone in, not even my own family.

I'm now paying the price, but I don't know how long I've been in there. I've lost track of time, all I could do now is vent my unusual behavior out into the cold dark night. As I sat there on my knees, I heard someone approach. I waited till the last moment before I turned and pulled out a knife, only to realize it was Papa Smurf standing before me. His eyes were surprised as he saw mine were filled in terror, he held the candle-operated lantern over his head as his fellow smurfs come walking from behind. Since everyone was still in their pajamas, I must have woken them up from bed.

"Chernov?" asked Papa Smurf.

"Holy sh#t," I cursed, "Oh my god, its you!"

"What happened?" asked Papa Smurf, "We heard you screaming in agony, its been a week since we last seen you."

"A week?" I asked in utter shock.

I'm missing a week? The utter surprise made me put away the knife and scramble back onto my feet, "I don't know what happened," I told him, "I couldn't remember anything, all I remember is the frustration from the arrogance of my fellow half-siblings. Anything after that is completely blank to me. Where's Rachael? Where is she!"

The village leader realize I was paranoid and took a step back, but Rachael intervened by rushing to me and hugged me tightly. "I'm here," she said, making me feel calm. She was already dressed, maybe she slept in her everyday clothes tonight, "Are you okay Chernov?"

"No," I told her as we let go, my mind now clear, "I couldn't remember anything, I don't know whats going on."

"You must be having a serious case of paranoia," noted Brainy, "Probably caused by the negative emotion from the smurfing of the green smurfs last week."

"I don't care about that right now Brainy," I spat, "Right now, I want to know what happened when I was gone."

"Not much in particular," said Papa Smurf, "We tried to call you from your house, but you didn't answer. We can't even break down the door, but when the water lines go dry and your 50 cm tall chimney stopped spewing out smoke we all knew that something was wrong."

"Its still wrong Paps." I bluntly say.

"What happened to your head?" asked Rachael as she examined the gash in the side of my skull.

"I probably hit it accidentally," I replied, "I woke up on the floor, next to an overturned chair at my desk."

"Can we do anything for you right now Chernov?" asked Papa Smurf.

"Not much you can do," I answered, "Probably perhaps-"

A sudden flash of light cuts me off, the flash left me seeing green dots in my vision. "What was that?" asked a smurf in the crowd, "What's that over there?"

TO BE CONTINUED...