Ahhh.I finally update this story. Sorry I took so long to get it up.having
a bout of writer's block can be a bitch. It's short, but at least its an
update. Hope it goes over well!
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Daylight. Never had the sun seemed so bright in my entire life. I was free, free to take back what was mine. Tyler walked in front of me while I took advantage of the people surrounding me; their smells, looks, voices, everything. It was all so exciting, like I was a being from another existence and just woke to this new and intriguing world. We went to a cozy little place for some dinner, watched the sun sink over the gray horizon made out of the towering buildings which held the corporations of some money driven asshole's dreams. Tyler and I just laughed and had fun, like how we used to. It was nice to live. After dinner, we walked down the yellow-lit sidewalks, passing the whores and drug addicts looking for their fixes. Tyler stopped at the door to a run down bar. He grabbed my shoulders and smiled excitedly at me. "This is it. This is the moment you are resurrected from death. There is no turning back, this is our past." I nodded and he opened the door. The bar was more or less empty, except for a lonely drunkard and the bar tender. The tender was watching some sports game on the TV, arm in a cast and sling, and didn't even look up. "What's your order?" a zombie like voice, with obvious resentment, wishing he wasn't in this shit hole, wishing he was elsewhere. Tyler ignored him and continued to the side of the bar where the only other exit out of here other then the front door existed. As he started to open it, the man finally turned around. "Hey! What do you.think.what the hell?" We ignored him still and went down the stairs into a noisy basement that reeked of men. We continued into the room, despite the fact that the bartender was now following us, trying to ask us to turn around, but it was far too noisy to really hear him anyway. The infamous circle of testosterone driven men lay in the middle of the cement room, cheering and rooting on their favorite of the two men now beating each other's brains in. I followed Tyler as he walked on the outer edge of the circle, pacing around it like the ferocious panther he was. Slowly, the men on the opposite side from wherever Tyler was noticed him.noticed me.and shut up, staring in awe at the shadow of death closing in. Soon the other men noticed their attention and also looked to Tyler, every once in a while whispering to others. The fight in the middle ceased once their cheering did. All eyes were on us. "You know who I am, good. Saves me a lot of explaining." Tyler said with sarcasm. He knew everyone would recognize us. The room was filled with awe and nervousness I have never felt before. As Tyler walked to the middle of the room, I just stood back and watched, but knowing full well it was really me walking into the pit of sweaty men. "My space monkeys.you have all done so well, just as we planned. You all kept your word to continue the clubs and the missions, job well done. But now I have returned, returned to finish what we only started to do and this time I am never going to disappear again!"
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After a long night of celebration, we finally went to our new home. New was an understatement. It was yet another run down shit of a house in the middle of an abandoned neighborhood. Probably abandoned because it was contaminated with some kind of radiation. Mutant fish showed up in the nearby lake or something, causing hundreds of lawsuits and new money to move somewhere else and buy more things they didn't need and cant afford.
Ah, what happiness a lawsuit can bring.
At least this place was better then the last one Tyler and I were dying in, and only because the druids already living here had cleaned the place up and made it livable. Couldn't get any quiet in this house though, it was crawling with people 24 hours a day, seven days a week. Anywhere I went, people were always asking me "Can I pour that for you, sir?", "Do you want us to cook you something, Sir?", "Anything I can get you, Sir?". Enough to make a man vomit. At some points I wished I had some of those yellow pills. As if the house wasn't full enough, people started randomly showing up, from all over the country. Once every room in the house was filled with at least fifteen occupants or more, they started fixing up the other houses in the neighborhood. Everytime I asked what was going on, they looked at me oddly then replyed "Others are coming, Sir, just as you asked." They came by bus, airplane, hitch hiking, car, and any other feasible way possible. I watched as the house next to ours filled up, then the one next to it, and so on and so forth. People from Minnesota, Washington, Texas, even fucking Alaska came. Men from British Columbia, Quebec, even England itself flocked to our roach infested little hell hole of the world.
It was beautiful, truly a sight to behold. They all came for Tyler, all came to see the man who started it all and would end it all. They all came for redemption and acceptance. They all came because they believed in something unbelievable, something none of them understood themselves.
Daylight. Never had the sun seemed so bright in my entire life. I was free, free to take back what was mine. Tyler walked in front of me while I took advantage of the people surrounding me; their smells, looks, voices, everything. It was all so exciting, like I was a being from another existence and just woke to this new and intriguing world. We went to a cozy little place for some dinner, watched the sun sink over the gray horizon made out of the towering buildings which held the corporations of some money driven asshole's dreams. Tyler and I just laughed and had fun, like how we used to. It was nice to live. After dinner, we walked down the yellow-lit sidewalks, passing the whores and drug addicts looking for their fixes. Tyler stopped at the door to a run down bar. He grabbed my shoulders and smiled excitedly at me. "This is it. This is the moment you are resurrected from death. There is no turning back, this is our past." I nodded and he opened the door. The bar was more or less empty, except for a lonely drunkard and the bar tender. The tender was watching some sports game on the TV, arm in a cast and sling, and didn't even look up. "What's your order?" a zombie like voice, with obvious resentment, wishing he wasn't in this shit hole, wishing he was elsewhere. Tyler ignored him and continued to the side of the bar where the only other exit out of here other then the front door existed. As he started to open it, the man finally turned around. "Hey! What do you.think.what the hell?" We ignored him still and went down the stairs into a noisy basement that reeked of men. We continued into the room, despite the fact that the bartender was now following us, trying to ask us to turn around, but it was far too noisy to really hear him anyway. The infamous circle of testosterone driven men lay in the middle of the cement room, cheering and rooting on their favorite of the two men now beating each other's brains in. I followed Tyler as he walked on the outer edge of the circle, pacing around it like the ferocious panther he was. Slowly, the men on the opposite side from wherever Tyler was noticed him.noticed me.and shut up, staring in awe at the shadow of death closing in. Soon the other men noticed their attention and also looked to Tyler, every once in a while whispering to others. The fight in the middle ceased once their cheering did. All eyes were on us. "You know who I am, good. Saves me a lot of explaining." Tyler said with sarcasm. He knew everyone would recognize us. The room was filled with awe and nervousness I have never felt before. As Tyler walked to the middle of the room, I just stood back and watched, but knowing full well it was really me walking into the pit of sweaty men. "My space monkeys.you have all done so well, just as we planned. You all kept your word to continue the clubs and the missions, job well done. But now I have returned, returned to finish what we only started to do and this time I am never going to disappear again!"
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After a long night of celebration, we finally went to our new home. New was an understatement. It was yet another run down shit of a house in the middle of an abandoned neighborhood. Probably abandoned because it was contaminated with some kind of radiation. Mutant fish showed up in the nearby lake or something, causing hundreds of lawsuits and new money to move somewhere else and buy more things they didn't need and cant afford.
Ah, what happiness a lawsuit can bring.
At least this place was better then the last one Tyler and I were dying in, and only because the druids already living here had cleaned the place up and made it livable. Couldn't get any quiet in this house though, it was crawling with people 24 hours a day, seven days a week. Anywhere I went, people were always asking me "Can I pour that for you, sir?", "Do you want us to cook you something, Sir?", "Anything I can get you, Sir?". Enough to make a man vomit. At some points I wished I had some of those yellow pills. As if the house wasn't full enough, people started randomly showing up, from all over the country. Once every room in the house was filled with at least fifteen occupants or more, they started fixing up the other houses in the neighborhood. Everytime I asked what was going on, they looked at me oddly then replyed "Others are coming, Sir, just as you asked." They came by bus, airplane, hitch hiking, car, and any other feasible way possible. I watched as the house next to ours filled up, then the one next to it, and so on and so forth. People from Minnesota, Washington, Texas, even fucking Alaska came. Men from British Columbia, Quebec, even England itself flocked to our roach infested little hell hole of the world.
It was beautiful, truly a sight to behold. They all came for Tyler, all came to see the man who started it all and would end it all. They all came for redemption and acceptance. They all came because they believed in something unbelievable, something none of them understood themselves.