Chapter 2: The Ascension Starts (1966)
Eventually, Ken knocked on the door of Susan's house. Once he had knocked on the door, he was thinking of the way that he could tell her the news. There was no real way that he could say it without making it feel like he had just not cared at all. Which was sort of true. At least in comparison to how much his parents and Susan had cared. But he was trying his absolute hardest to find something that he could do right.
"Ken, what are you doing here?" Susan asked when she had seen that Ken was the one there and not Sam. Eventually Ken found what he felt could be a somewhat decent way that he could tell her the news.
"Well, I just wanted to come by because I have to give you some really, really bad news. Sam has died today. I only found out about an hour ago and I knew I had to come here as soon as I heard. He was found at the soccer field is what the police said. So there you go, that is the news for you. I'm sorry that you had to hear this, but I have no other way that I can tell you this," Ken told her.
Susan shook her head, it was a lot to take in at once. It had looked like she was about to start crying at that very moment and that she needed somebody to be there for her very badly.
"Why did it have to be him of all people? He and I were making so much great progress together. I thought we were going to get married soon! That was what I was feeling from him anyway. I knew we were in love," Susan had said.
Ken thought about it. Yeah, he had hated Sam a lot. But Susan had really thought that he was something special and because of that, he was sad for her. Ken was just hoping that this would be over within a moment and he was hoping that Susan would actually be more forgiving of Ken than she would be of the terrible job that the police were sure to do. Ken thought that they clearly didn't care about what they are doing at all.
"I'm sorry that you have lost the person that you loved. I know that you were really close to him. He had wanted to marry you actually. I don't think it will be too big of a deal if I tell you now." Ken had told Susan and then when he had said that, Ken and Susan looked at each other for a moment. Then Ken started to turn to leave.
At first, Susan was thinking that it would be good for Ken to leave the area. But then, she thought about it for a moment. "Ken, can you please stay here for the time being? I know that you guys were not close, but it seemed like you guys both respected me in some sort of mutual way. I can't stand being alone after this horrible news. Could you please just be with me for the night?" Susan asked.
Ken nodded. He didn't really think about it too much since he thought that this was going to lead to somewhere of a disaster. But then Ken just walked on over.
"Thank you for staying here. I really needed you." Susan thanked Ken and then she closed the door. Then Ken had walked on over to the living room. As he was doing that, Susan was thinking of what to do now that Ken was in her house.
"I don't really know what else to do. I am just going to stay here for you and once you feel like you can be alone, then I will leave you alone." Ken was saying as he was looking around the living room. He was not really too familiar with this house. He only had been there three or four times before. And the last time that he was there was prom night, which was by far the craziest night of his entire life. He still wasn't entirely sure what the fuck had happened during prom night that year, but that probably just meant that whatever happened was a lot of fun.
"I think that I will not be ready to let you leave the house for a while. I think that I want you to be in the house at least for the rest of the night. It's fine if you sleep on the couch, it just makes me feel better knowing that someone is in the house with me," Susan said.
Ken just nodded in response. He was not really going to argue with that logic.
"Well, you know, I think that I should contact my parents to let them know that I will be here. After that, I think that I will be able to hang with you for the next several hours," Ken said and then he laughed. He was so glad that he was presented this opportunity. He just wanted to be with Susan and get to know the girl that he had liked for so long. He wanted to get Susan's attention now since Sam was gone. He knew that this was a terrible thing to do, but it was just all that he wanted in the end of the matter. About a minute or so later, Susan walked from her kitchen and then sat down on the couch. She looked at Ken and she had two glasses in her hands. Ken wondered if she was going to give him a drink. But he decided not to react to that at all. If she wanted to give him some booze, then so be it, but he wasn't going to ask her.
"I wouldn't worry about letting them know," Susan had told Ken.
Ken was thinking that maybe Susan was right. "So Susan, what are your plans in life now? Or do you even have any at this point?" Ken asked.
Susan looked at him and just seemed like she couldn't believe that he had said that. She would have thought that he would have waited for that bug of question for a little bit. Then she shook her head slowly and put her arms around him.
"You've never been the subtle one, I know. I probably will just focus on my studies again. You know, make sure that I'm going to pass all my classes in college. Since I signed up for that. But with Sam out of the way..." Susan had to take a pause before she could possibly continue that sentence. "With Sam out of the way, I can focus all on that and never again be focusing on something else." When Susan said that, tears started to come down once again. She was not able to handle it at all. Ken then put his head on her shoulder and they just stared at the wall. Then Ken couldn't say anything since he wanted to appreciate the silence that they were having.
"Well, do you think that you even enjoy working in college anymore or do you think that it will just be really hard, maybe even impossible for you to work on this?" Ken had asked.
Susan had thought about it and then she shook her head. She then told him that she couldn't be sure until she tried, then maybe she will be able to move on from Sam as fast as she could and as much as she could. "After all, there comes a point in which I have to go back to my education. If I don't go back to my education, then all of my work will go to waste. Also if I wait for too long before I go back to it, then I will start to just lose what I have spent so much trying to remember and then all of this will be too hard for me to do and then I will start to think about dropping out at that point," Susan said, almost starting to ramble at this point.
"You know, I don't even think that I have any sort of education goals after I am out of high school. In fact, I don't even think I will go on and complete high school. To be totally honest, I think that I am going to go on and drop out of the fucking place since I just hate it so much." Ken said and then he sounded like he was going to get super angry when he had even just thought about school. "There are zero things in high school that I had enjoyed."
"At least high school is better than people dying. At least you are young enough to where you don't have to have real life to deal with yet," Susan said.
When she said that he didn't have to deal with real life, Ken looked at her and was pissed off at that.
"Actually, I should have thought a little bit more before I had said that since you do have Sam as your brother." When Sam came out of her mouth, that was when she did cry. And then that was when Ken felt like he needed to be there for her again.
Without thinking too much about what what he was doing, Ken moved her arms that were wrapped around him up to his neck. He put his arms around her waist and pulled her close. "Is this okay?" Ken asked quietly, hoping Susan wouldn't decline him.
"I knew what I was doing when I invited you in," Sarah answered.
With that, Ken quickly closed the distance between them and kissed Sarah. She shoved her fingers into his hair, wanting him as close as possible. They kept kissing, Sarah opening her mouth for Ken as he trailed his hands up her sides. He wasn't entirely sure what he was doing, but he knew he wanted to make Sarah feel good - especially after what must have been a terrible loss with his brother. He knew that she was much more upset about Sam's death than he could ever have imagined, and he wanted to make it up to her in every way that he could.
After kissing her for a few minutes, he wanted to get this show on the road and decided to pull Susan into his lap. He took a break from kissing her just to help unbutton her blouse. Susan wasn't the least bit shy and after undoing her bra and throwing it on the floor by the couch, she lifted Ken's shirt off as well, admiring his toned chest. She positioned herself so that she was straddling his thighs and could grind against him just a bit. Without any hesitation, Ken reached for the bare breasts Susan was practically shoving in his face. He'd never felt a girl before and realized he'd really been missing out all this time.
Susan hummed her approval of getting her tits squeezed and buried her hands in his hair, tugging a bit to encourage him to take her nipple into his mouth. Ken quickly complied, suckling one of her nipples while using his right hand to play with her other one. His left hand crept up her thigh and under her skirt to feel her soft skin. He stopped sucking on her flesh and instead ran some kisses across her chest and up to her neck. Susan sighed at the feeling and tilted her head down to keep kissing Ken.
Ken took the opportunity of having both of his hands freed to get a double handful of Susan's plush ass and ground her down on his dick. She felt so warm and smelled amazing. "Susan could you show us to the bedroom?"
After Susan dragged him to her room, she quickly turned off the lights and reached for his belt buckle. "Are you always this eager?" Ken asked jokingly. Susan scoffed at him before undoing his belt and pulling his pants and boxers down to his feet. She was on her knees in front of him and smiled up at him.
"I guess so. I just want to let you know how happy I am that you stayed with me," she replied. Susan grabbed his dick with her right hand and licked up under the bottom of his dick. Ken stopped her so he could sit on the bed, feeling that his knees might buckle. Susan complied and moved back towards him. This time she swallowed down the first few inches of his meat, swirling her tongue around the head on her way back up. Ken gasped and found it was his turn to put his hands in her hair as he enjoyed his first ever blowjob. Susan bobbed her head for a few more minutes before pulling off wetly and crawling up on the bed next to him. She stripped off her skirt and panties, gesturing for him to come over.
He laid on top of her, feeling the newly exposed skin and kissing her deeply.
"Whenever you're ready," said Susan, before opening her legs to him. Ken nodded and took his time looking over the now naked Susan, wanting to remember every moment for the future. Not wanting to keep her waiting, Ken lined himself up and slowly pushed into her pussy until he was balls deep. Susan gasped at the feeling, she was almost sure that Ken was better endowed than his brother from the fullness of her cunt. She scooted down a bit to put a leg over one of his shoulders and told him he could move.
What Ken lacked in experience, he made up for in enthusiasm, keeping a steady and constant thrusting into the moaning Susan below him. He kept one hand on the bed for leverage but couldn't resist cupping one of her handful sized breasts with the other. Susan pulled him down for a kiss, whining in his ear and taking the chance to give a lovebite below his ear. Ken knew he couldn't hold on much longer and worked on pumping harder to get Susan over the edge. Susan was enjoying herself thoroughly and gave Ken a hard slap on the ass, encouraging him to go even deeper.
Finally, Susan's moans got louder and Ken knew she was close. He kept going as long as he could, feeling the pressure building in his balls. He came hard in her, thrusting through his orgasm. As he stopped moving, Susan pulled him down for one last kiss before moving away from him to pull up the rumpled covers of the bed. She beckoned him to join her under the blankets and he happily complied. And that was how Ken fell asleep, spooning up against Susan in her bed, a happier moment in his life completely unthinkable.
Soon enough, Ken woke up in the morning well before Susan did. He looked at the time and saw that it was 7:28 in the morning. So even then he had a full night of sleep. Ken stood up and then rubbed his eyes a little bit and then started to walk around. He got to the living room and then put his clothes on. Then he got around and then walked to the front door and opened it. Then he turned around and heard that Susan was still fast asleep. He didn't want to wake her or possibly upset her so he walked out of the house without even closing the door at all.
Ken started to slowly walk home and as he was doing so, he was sort of pretending like the events of the night before had never even happened at all. Not that they were bad, but he didn't want to get into a shit load of trouble over this whole thing. His parents were not against him having sex. However, they were against the idea of no protection and probably even more against the idea of him getting laid with his brother's girlfriend less than a fucking day after his brother had died.
Once Ken had been outside, the more that he was starting to feel a little insane in his head. And in hindsight, he would not even pretend that he was actually in the right place. But he really felt like he needed to get to the bottom of his brother's death. He did not even care that he was not a huge fan of Sam or anything like that, but the fact is that the death of his brother would be a big thing in his life and that he needed to figure out what the hell was going on.
So instead of actually going back to his house, he instead decided that he would play a little bit of detective work. Yeah, a sixteen year old doing this was really insane, but he felt like it was better than the cops probably doing nothing and not being too smart and just playing it off as a suicide when in reality it couldn't be.
Ken walked around for a few minutes when he found a homeless man. The homeless man was holding a bowl out and the bowl was asking for some simple funds. Normally Ken would not care less about this stuff, but for some reason, seeing this guy made him think that he actually had an idea where Sam was before his death for a strange second.
"Did you happen to see a guy come by here yesterday? He looked quite a bit like me, but he wore glasses and was a couple of years older than me. I just need to know for some personal information. I really don't want to have no lead ins right now." Ken was saying and then as he had said that, the homeless man looked up at Ken and they seemed to consider what he had said before they would give a real answer one way or another.
"I don't think I saw anything like..." Right when he was saying that, he stopped and looked up as if he finally remembered something after all. "Yeah I did see him. He came here yesterday and he gave me a dollar. He didn't really say anything, just told me to use the money properly before he headed on and then left. There was nothing really to it, but he seemed to be really focused. As if his life depended on what was going on at that current moment."
As he had said that, Ken nodded and he was starting to piece more pieces together and he was not really liking where all of these pieces were going and he was hoping that he was wrong. But he seriously doubted that he was wrong about any of this, and that was the thing that was scaring him the most. "Thank you for your answer. I don't have any money on me. So I can't really give you anything." Ken said and then he started to walk down the streets. As he was walking down the streets again, it began to rain once again. He was not really getting why it was raining so much the last two days. It was almost like it was a sign of some things to come.
The more that he was walking, the more that the passing of cars on the street and the buzzing noise that they always made didn't really seem to get to him at all. Each person that walked by him treated him as if he was just a different figure in the grand scheme of things.. He was not really ready to be in the streets right now since it was getting as wet as it was.
But as he was thinking all about this, there was a light in the distance that got to him. He seemed to think that maybe he should head there to see what was going on. He felt like he actually was going to be able to find something there that he could use to help find out who killed Sam. As he was running there really fast, the people around him were wondering what the hell was going on with him and if he was starting to go just maybe a little bit crazy. Which Ken would admit that in hindsight that perhaps he had actually been going a little nuts. And he would think that he should have just let the event be what it was in a chance to look back at it again.
As Ken was running, the light was getting closer to him as it was not moving at all and it was just standing there for him to reach it. The more that he was getting closer, the more that it had looked like a person who was projecting themselves to be really bright - probably to try and attract Ken there.
Soon enough Ken reached this person and they were a person that looked like a general mail man. But when they started to talk to Ken, the more that he was able to see through it that this person was not really normal. "I have seen many things. I have seen your brother's death and I saw what had caused it. I have been working to see everything in the world so I would have more knowledge than any being on the universe," the man was saying. Ken stopped and wondered what exactly they were getting at. Was this man sort of like the monsters that he had run into during Wayside?
"Why not tell me what happened to my brother? I have been trying to figure that out for the last several minutes. I just really want to be able to put that to rest. I want to know what made my brother die. I don't want to live not knowing for my entire life." Ken said and then as he was saying this, he was getting close to shedding some tears but then due to the fact that this was going on in progressively worse rains he knew that the man would not really be able to see what he was feeling inside thankfully.
"Follow me if you want to know more about the death of your brother," The mail man looking guy said as his face suddenly grew so emotionless that ken was suddenly sure that this was just some form of monster that he had never been able to encounter before. As they were slowly going away, the light was coming back and they were gaining distance on Ken. With that, Ken was running as fast as possible to be able to go there and see where this thing was heading. But the more that he was running and his clothes were getting damp, the more that he was certain he was being led to the soccer field.
The time that it took to get to the soccer field was probably about twenty or so minutes. And that was in a full-on sprint. The entire time that he was going there, the more that people around him seemed to start to worry for his sake and think that maybe there truly was something going on and that they needed to find him some help. Once at the field, he saw the guy once again and they were happening to stand right in the exact place that the man in the purple jacket had been standing earlier.
"You can't escape your destiny forever Ken. You were lucky to put it off for another four years by leaving Wayside. But everybody can be able to only put something off for so long. It is time for you to be able to face what is ahead of you." The mail man looking guy was saying and the longer that the conversation would go on, the more that would change.
"What destiny are you talking about? Was it a destiny that was meant to kill my brother just because he is not me and that some fucked up beyond me being decides that he just isn't worth keeping alive? I am not a fan of him, but he deserved so much better." Ken said and he was purely angry now and the mail man has his face slightly changed to one that looked like it was burnt off a small amount, which confused Ken even more.
"I am just a normal guy. I have no greater point to any of this existence here. I have not really done anything that will be worth making me a huge part of your guys insane plot. So can you please just start to leave me alone more often?" Ken asked and he held up his hands as if he was just sort of defeated by all of this and that he had wanted this to be all over with for the rest of his life. The mail man with a burnt face started to twitch a little bit.
"You know when you just sit around your room doing nothing? You know how it is like to waste time? Everybody just sits around and wastes time and lets things be given to them and they don't try and go on to serve a fuller purpose in life. There is nothing that a person really does to justify themselves living for the vast majority of their life. They are pampered, expected to have the older people just be there to take care of them when they really should be out and trying to live out life of their own. With all the useless time and information gathering up, nothing can be filtered out in time." The mail man said and half of his face was just showing flesh and nothing else.
"None of this is making any sense. Why does what I do in my personal time affect you at all and why do you even care what I do on my own time?" Ken asked and started to walk a few steps away as if to show that he doesn't want to have this conversation at all anymore and the idea of talking with this man anymore was just starting to make him really uneasy.
"Data is always being made. Everything that is going on and everything that is happening is creating data. Every time you watch something at tv or every time you write something on a piece of paper, you are creating even more data for the world to digest and vomit out again when nobody wants it anymore. Nothing in here really matters and everything will just get worn down eventually. All data over time will be rendered useless." The mail man was turning more flesh covered and Ken was starting to tell that this thing was not really a human.
"Cut the lecture and put that off to the side. Just tell me why Sam died and tell me what had caused his death? When I find out why he died and who did it, I will just leave you alone and I will never get in your way ever again for the rest of both of our days." Ken said and then he was watching very carefully as if to see what the reaction to this thing would even be or if they do not have anything to say and that this was all just one big lie.
"You do not seem to get it. Sam's death is just another piece of data. All you have to do in order to figure out who killed Sam is just look for the man in the purple jacket. Eventually you will be able to see him and then when you find him, you can ask him why he did it?" The mail man was just totally covered with flesh and blood. And Ken still feeling as if there was something to him wanted to get some more questions out of them before he would leave for good.
"Do you really know where this guy is or are you just pulling my leg and if you know where he actually is, how about you just give me that information and then I can be able to leave you alone." Ken said and then when he had said that, the flesh and blood monster was just laughing and they seemed to be finding the struggle that Ken was having to be funnier the more that he was watching him starting to break down.
"It will be pretty easy to find him. Once you see a guy in a purple jacket, you will be able to see who he is and you will figure it out right away." The thing that was now pretty much a full on zombie started to give off a really creepy smile and then that was when Ken was thinking that he should just leave the place and just drop this question before it truly led him off stray and messed everything up even more than it was fucked up by that point in time.
"Yeah whatever, I am sure that when I see him, he will be pretty hard to miss. I am not even going to try and deal with you anymore." Ken said and then when he was starting to walk away, the door to the stadium of the soccer field locked and then he was forced to be in there for a undetermined amount of time and he had no idea what he was going to do about it. Ken turned around and he saw that this zombie thing was starting to come to him and Ken knew that he he had to do something to fight for his own survival just to leave this place, which was totally insane.
"If I have to fight to get out of here, I guess that I might as well." When Ken had made the choice that he was going to fight in order to survive, he turned around to see the zombie like thing. He started to run right down the pathway in order to reach the zombie. The faster that he was going, the more that he was picking up speed. Then soon enough, he jumped out and tackled the zombie down the the ground and then gave a couple of really good punches.
This seemed like it was going to be a really easy battle to do but then out of nowhere, the zombie like thing grew really large arms sort of out of nowhere and then threw Ken right down to the ground and then they changed their arm into a sort of sword like arm. Ken took a moment to really take in the confusion he was having, but when he was done with his obvious confusion, he jumped back up and started to get away from this thing before it could slash him up or anything.
He eventually reached a table that looked like all the drinks used for gaming would go on there. Ken went under the table and flipped the table over as a way to defend himself and give himself even just a few more minutes to sort of try and figure everything out and what the hell he was going to do. The sword arm stabbed through the table and then Ken could see it get less than a inch away from his arm. Ken gulped and he was scared that he was going to get killed at any second.
Ken stood up and then he picked up a bottle that was originally on the table and then he threw it right at the zombie. He knew that this was not really a good tool to help fight back with, but he was just wanting to use something that could give him even the tiniest bit of a one up given the situation. This bottle throw distracted the zombie for literally just a fraction of a second. But it was indeed long enough for him to get up and start running through the bleachers and find something that he could use to actually save himself considering the fact he would die in a moment.
The zombie started to run behind Ken and they were going at about his rate but to sort of make up for that and to make Ken really fucking scared was the fact that they were able to just jump past a bunch of the bleachers and not really have a second thought on it while Ken had to be smart about how he was moving around. There was just so much that Ken was trying to process and honestly the idea of dealing with a zombie killer was just too much for him to actually handle.
The more that he was running, the more that Ken was just looking down he was hoping for even the smallest chance that he could find the gun that the guy in the purple jacket, or as it was very vaguely described to him, would be there and then Ken could use that to defend himself with. He might be able to even take that thing out with this gun shall he be able to find it.
The zombie creature started to leave the bleachers and this was making Ken very confused. He was wondering why this thing was leaving him alone at the moment or if this was just a strange method to try and gain more speed on him in some strange fashion. Ken started to run to the top of the bleachers and he knew that he was not being very smart about what he was doing since there was barely any backing that he could be safe on shall he fall down and go right to his death. Which would be really terrible for his parents since he would be dead just a day after Sam and he knew that his parents would hate that.
He was starting to really hate himself for what he was doing right now. He should have just accepted Sam's death and left it alone. After all he was not even a fan of Sam, so there was no real reason for him to actually try and figure any of this out. And now here he was pretty much risking his life to figure out something that really does not matter in the long run. He was dead, and that was all there was to it. Did there really need to be a essay long answer on why he was.
Soon enough, Ken found the gun that he was looking for. Somehow there was actual ammo in it even though as Nigel would know, all the bullets were used. Ken checked and there were only two shots in it though. So Ken really had to make it count if he actually wanted to take this thing down as soon as possible. Right when he turned around, he saw the zombie thing right behind him. They took out their arm again and showed him just how sharp their arm was and Ken was thinking that there was no way in the world he could be able to escape that.
But then afterwards, Ken kicked the thing down the entire flight of bleachers and then when they were going down, Ken took his first shot and it barely hit the zombie's leg. Ken knew that he was going to have to be really smart about his second shot if he even wanted a vague chance of being able to take this thing out with the gun. But despite the fact that this was not even close to killing him, he knew that this thing would be a little bit slower as a result of the gun shot. Which showed something good might have come out of it.
Ken speedran down his way down the entire bleachers in order to get to the normal field again. He jumped down and then when he was at the field again, he saw the zombie like thing run down the entire bleachers and he was getting really close to Ken. Ken had held up his gun and then when he was holding up the gun, he was aiming the gun right at the direction if order to actually get some good shot at them and defeat the zombie.
When the zombie was getting closer and closer, Ken took the shot and the bullet took several seconds to reach them and with the course of several seconds, the zombie had actually managed to reach only a couple feet away from Ken. But then bullet seemed to go through the theoretical heart of this zombie and then they started to wonder what was going one and then they fell down to the ground. Ken dropped the gun down to the ground and then when he had done so, he saw the zombie explode.
When the battle was over,, he heard a voice call out to him that was really strange. "You seem to know what you are doing. You were at the fact of death and you somehow managed to escape it. That is a lot more impressive than I would have thought for just a normal human like you." The thing said and then Ken turned around to see this thing wearing all black and they did look like a human themselves which was odd.
"You look to be a human yourself, what the hell are you talking about?" Ken asked and then when he asked that, he started to look down and he was trying really hard to see what the facial expression of this man was. He was not really finding anything no matter how hard he tried and he was starting to think that maybe there was something to this that was all a lie and that he truly was not even seeing this guy at all.
"You may think I am a human. But as you learned from that man you just fought, that looks can be a little bit of a trick. You need to figure things out for your own. I want you to see the truth and ideals of the species we are for yourself." The man was saying and he was starting to float on over to Ken and this was when Ken was wondering if he had just been really high or something and that none of this was actually true. But when he saw the thing get closer to him, the more that he figured that this thing was actually real and that he walked into a boundary he never thought possible.
"I seriously do not even know what is going on right now with me. I am just seeing things right now. That is the only way that it makes any form of sense what the fuck is happening. I really do not have any clue what I am supposed to be do right now." Ken said and then he saw the gate to the soccer field open again. Ken started to walk on in that direction but then the strange guy called out to him.
"You are no different than any other human. Only thinking about how to survive to the next day. Only thinking about what will make you go on and move forward. You never once think about what it is like to care about other people. Many people just do nothing with their life and end up being useless or end up just trying to pass down the family line. You don't seem to get how much of a bleak world that you live in and it is all the fault of your families and the families before you." The guy said and Ken had to stop to wonder what the hell this guy was on and where they were heading with this.
"You think that you have done so much to actually help out people. Truth is that most of these things would have been able to be taken care by that person on their own. They would have never needed your help. You just thought that you were being helpful and you thought that you had actually done something good. But in reality you just benefited yourself and nobody else. All you did was benefit the way that you would be looked at by others." Ken was taking a few steps more when he had heard this since he was wanting to just get the hell out of there and figure out more of what happened to Sam.
"Nobody ever really cares about the fate of the world. They live out their lives without any second thought to the general world and are willing to fight in wars just to make sure they are the ones who win and live on. The future generations are forced to pick up the mess that the previous one makes and they think they do such a good job but then in the end they end up ruining things even worse than the generation before it and it just keeps getting worse with each generation until one day the world will be over." Ken was only a few feet away from the front gate but the lecture that was being given to him was still going on and on.
"The world owes you nothing and there is no need to even pretend that it owes you a damn thing. Nobody would ever really care about what really benefits the world or so called human rights. It is a flawed idea that many people realize is not really true and that human rights are not deserved as all of the stuff that they do is just a mess. And there is nothing that they can be able to get right besides just being able to pass on the family line because people have been told from the start of their lives that you must mate with somebody and pass down the seed." Ken was slowly down at this point because he knew that this lecture would not stop no matter what he would do.
"Nobody ever tells you how to raise that seed. There are even some people that don't even bother to pass down the scene because they are willing to commit sins inside their bedroom. All that will happen is that one day the world will eventually die off because people are too busy procreating and the result not really being able to be taught good and important lessons besides how to basically be bigger than their fathers. All seeds grow up to be disappointments that in the end will only go down as people in history books if they are lucky enough. Books that will eventually be destroyed and thrown away because in ten years, nobody will ever use them anymore and they are outdated. You do not really realize just how much in danger the world is in." The man said and then Ken was trying to figure out what really is the whole point of this.
"One day you will be on a bed looking up and closing your eyes for the final time but just before you actually do so, you start to wonder what you really did with your life and you realize all those wasted months, years, decades. You realize that you did nothing good to benefit humanity. Nobody ever lives on and no matter how much you try and how much you try to put it off, we will all die. What will you do to finally change the idea that you will be useless with no passing of your knowledge you are meant to build up?" Right before Ken left, he decided to stick around just to hear one more thing from this lunatic.
"You will probably not even do the bare minimum. You might not even try and raise the seed you create to make sure they grow to become a important plant. Hell, given your personal thoughts and what you may want to do, I would not be surprised if you never pass down a seed at all and that you just become a useless man who just ends off his family line due to passing it down at least once." The guy said and then when he had said that Ken walked out of the soccer field and slammed the door.
Ken would not ever have to deal with the problem of not passing down the seed. That was already done even though he did not know of it yet. But the problem was that Ken would never really know what to do with this and he never really even try to make up for the problems he caused and ever raise a seed until it was too late for that to become a fully bloomed plant and only three fourths of what could be. That is what the man would say if they had ever met again, which they did not. Ken knew from then forward, he would do the best to not only make his spot in history, but to pass down the family line when he was read and make things good in the long run to prove that thing wrong. All he would do is right now try to figure out what to do with Sam, but that was a good first step. But he thought he would pay a quick visit to a old friend of his from a couple of months ago.
When this was all over, Ken was heading down to Brad's house. if had to pick a time, it was probably eleven o'clock in the morning. Not too early, but it sure as hell was not really late either. Ken thought that it was late enough for him to possibly return home and have his parents not be waiting at the door and that they might be doing things of their own by this point in time. That was what he was thinking and hoping at the very least.
But as Ken was thinking about this, he was getting very near the front entrance of Brad's house and the streets had now been bustling even worse than they had been earlier now that not only was not raining anymore but there was nothing going on anymore and that the different stores were now all open. It was to show that people were now getting into their different things in that day without really giving a fuck what was happening at all in the grander scheme of things. Not only that, but every phone booth that Ken could even try to use if he had wanted to was all being used. Ken always hated how much things were happening during this part of the day and how busy everything was.
When Ken had reached the front yard of Brad's house, he took a deep breath and he was ready for this to all end much sooner than chances would probably be giving to him. "Hey kid, you really should washen up when you get home. You seriously look like you have been in a fight right now." The guy who was walking behind Ken for like ten minutes said and then he took a brief note on a note card.
"Thanks for the suggestion I suppose." Ken said and he sounded so defeated in that moment that the other guy added another note and walked away. Ken just knocked on Brad's door and when he had done so, he looked around and saw the worn down trees and the mowed lawn for a good moment. As well as the always open garage door that never really had any sort of a entrance so technically anybody could come in at any moment. Ken had considered it a couple of times since he met Brad but never really did so due to not wanting to scare Brad out of his ever loving mind.
When Brad answered the door, he took a second to think about what was going on until he pieced it all together. "Oh Ken, I heard the news of Sam. I honestly thought that this was all over. I truly thought that this guy was gone forever. What are you going to do about the man in the purple jacket?" Brad asked and Ken shook his head to show he truly had no idea at all.
"I really wish that I knew what I wanted to do. But here I am, pretty much on the verge of giving up on everything and seeing that I really have nothing else to do beside just possibly give up and admit that the fight is all over with for good and that there truly is nothing that I can do about it now. I think I might show up to the police to try and tell them what I learned. But none would take me seriously." Ken said and then he looked at Brad for any possible ideas that he could come up with.
"Ken, you know that nothing you could possibly say will make them believe you. You know as much as we don't want to admit it that in many fronts, you are going to be a one man army when it comes to this and that you are going to have to do a lot of this on your own. I really wish that none of this happened. It just shows that nothing we ever do really matters in the long run and that he might be one person who could possibly be able to live on forever despite what we may try and do." Brad said and then Ken nodded as if he was glad that at least Brad seemed to get it and that he was not totally alone on all of this at the moment.
"I am so sorry that you were ever dragged into any of this and that I was not able to keep you out of the fight. I feel like you are much too good of a man to ever be forced to deal with this and the fact that you do really sort of makes me more sad than I ever probably should be on this. I just hope that next time I try and track him down, he really be gone. That is if I even go on and try at all on this anymore or if I just give up on it for good from here on forward." Ken said and then he looked around and he was seeing a black cat just sit down and they rubbed themselves on him a little bit and it felt a little bit warm during the whole time and Ken just did not really give a shit at all anymore what was doing what.
"You didn't know any better. Then again, who really does know what to do when you are fighting with a seamlessly immortal being that will just not give up no matter what you do. Tell you what, I will drive you down to the police station and stay with you when you try to tell them what you saw. They will probably not believe you, but given how things are in this place now and all the things I seen you have to deal with, I sort of do by default." Brad said and then with that, the two of them walked down to Brad's car and inside Brad took off and Ken was used to the smell of untaken out cigarettes in this car and he really didn't fucking care about his friends smoking habits at all in the long run. It was his choice and he only started after the prom incident. Besides, it was the persons choice if they wanted to smoke or not, not Ken's choice.
When Ken and Brad were driving, Ken was starting to think about things that he was going to do and what he was going to possibly say to the police officers. "So what do you really plan to do if they do not decide to believe you, which you must admit is very possible." Brad said and then Ken just shrugged as if thinking that certainly will find a way no matter what may happen.
"Just because they may not want to believe me at the moment, doesn't mean that I won't at least try and prove them wrong. I need to try at the very least. I may not like my brother. But I need to try and serve him justice." Ken said and then Brad took out a cigarette and he started to smoke it as he was thinking about what Ken was saying to him and thinking if he could add anything.
"I admit I do admire how determined you are to do the right thing even when things are most likely to never turn out that way at all. Always makes me admire the way that a person can look at life." Brad said as they were finally pulling up to the police station for Ken to try and give the information.
Once inside of the police station, Ken was looking around and seeing people all over the place running in and out and he saw a couple of officers grabbing boxes that must have been used for evidence and putting them away as if to get them stored away for good and for the officers to never have to worry about them ever again. They seemed to not really give a shit what was going on in the life of Ken and Brad. "Do you think that maybe they are just simply too busy to look into what happened and that even if they had wanted to help out, that maybe they just could not?"
"Well, I still do want to give this a try and see if maybe I can be able to make any changes to their opinions of this." Ken said and then they walked into one of the many offices where once inside, Ken and Brad sat down despite the officer not giving them any real permission to do so. He was a fatter guy, probably closer to two hundred sixty pounds. He was eating a donut and he was reading a couple of case files. He was the general cop you would see in a movie.
"There always seem to be something you want to tell me. What is it this time and please keep it quick this time before I have to write up yet again another report with you. Honestly, I have no idea how your father is such a good man at his job when you can't behave for more than twenty minutes." The cop said and then Ken decided not even bother saying anything to that since he was just being an ass.
"Look, I think I may have something that can prove the fact that somebody murdered my brother and that it was not a suicide at all." Ken said and then when he said that, the police officer rolled his eyes as if he was not seriously believing that he was hearing shit like this again and that he was having to deal with more insane stuff with Ken again. Which was something he was seriously tired off in the truth.
"Look Ken, I know that you don't and that you are just a big load of bull and that you are giving me a bunch of bullshit. Please just keep it away from me. I don't want to deal with this. Just go home and come to me with real evidence that is not just a bunch of words." The officer said and then Ken stood up and was ready to rant when Brad put his hand to Ken's arm as if warning him to spare the possible risk of further trouble. Ken then just flipped off the police officer and left the place to show that he was not going to deal with this jackass anymore and then Ken left the police station with one police officer dressed in a black coat and blue shirt and yellow tie looked over and thought that maybe Ken had some merit. So he decided he would follow Ken and maybe see what he had to say.
It was then when Ken decided he truly needed to go home and that it was time for him to give this up and not beat the dead horse anymore than he had already been doing by this point in time. He felt like his parents would already be pissed off with him being gone this long and he wanted to limit the rant as much as he possibly could for his own sake.
It was probably around 12 in the afternoon, and about two thirds of the way home, he saw that there was an alleyway. He had never even noticed that this alleyway was there before in his life. Not knowing why he even cared now of all times, he started to walk down the alleyway. He was staring at the sky and as he was doing so, he had started to feel like there was something that was going to happen at any fucking moment. But he stopped thinking about that until he got to about half way down the alleyway. Then once he was there, he had found a man in a purple jacket.
"No way. Not you again." Ken said and he was on the verge of freaking on in a sort of PTSD style. The man in the purple jacket raised his hands and walked quietly a couple of steps. Ken had figured out that this guy was probably the one who had killed Sam pretty much right away. The guy started to make a couple of noises and Ken was not even caring at all.
"Well, since it seems that you already know who I am, I won't really worry about trying to make us trying to get to know each other again. But with that out of the way, I think that we need to talk about something else." The man with the purple jacket said and then Ken turned around and he was already starting to think about Sam a little bit.
"Wait a second, did you kill my brother? Were you the one that had killed my fucking brother?" Ken asked and then he was on the verge of picking a fight with this asshole. He didn't even say yes and Ken already knew that he was the one who had done it. Then the guy in the purple jacket raised his right index finger for a short second.
"I will not confirm or deny that I was the one who had done it. I will say though that I know everything about it. But that's not the thing that I had wanted to speak about. The thing I wanted to talk with you about was the fact that I have something even bigger and better for you." After he said that he turned around to be right behind Ken. Then he did something that sounded like popping his fingers. "I think you would like what I am going to show you."
"What are you doing?" Ken asked and then the guy in the purple jacket just snapped his finger. After he snapped his finger, there was a giant blue shape that was starting to be made. A gate had been created and then Ken shook his head. The guy in the purple jacket had explained that there was going to be a great adventure that Ken would be able to go on and that there was something that he would be able to appreciate.
"I know that you are not a very open person. But I think that this will change your ideas." The guy with the purple jacket pushed Ken right into that blue gate. Then afterwards, the gate closed and the guy in the purple jacket smiled as the gate closed. Then he started to walk away and then this was the end of the start to their great rivalry. No matter how much time had passed, Ken would never be able to forget this moment in his life. But then again, there was no real way that he could.
That was the last moment in life in which Ken had really any sort of childhood innocence. It was pretty much from this moment forward that Ken was forced to into adulthood and lost all of that carefree ness that he ever had and he was pretty much turning into that type of person that many people would grow to love or grow to hate.