Yin-yang
Hey, guys. I think you guys will enjoy this chapter. It focuses on Nick Mayer, an enemy
from Eric's past. It will also switch between Nick, Gordo, and Eric.
I also am going to start writing my new story. I changed the name to "Project: Exodus."
Look for it. Remember, the main character is genetically enhanced, so he will be able to do things
that are technically impossible.
Thanks once again to Hacen.
I think that's about it. Enjoy the stories. LINKIN PARK RUUULLLEEESSS!!!
Nicholas Mayer, Nick to every one else, stomped up to his room. He was mad. He was
always mad these days. No one really knew why he was the way he was. But he knew. He could
sum up the reason for his anger in three words: Eric James McKader. They had once been friends for
a long time. But when Eric's mom died, Eric just lost touch. Nick had tried to get through to him but
his attempts at understanding Eric had been met with violence. It reached boiling point when, on a
final attempt to patch things up, Eric had decided he had enough, and proceeded to hit Nick with
every thing he had.
The physical attack didn't hurt as much as the emotional attack. Eric and Nick had been best
friends almost all their lives. Then his mom dies and Eric turns into a punk. Nick swore he would
get back at him. And he found the perfect excuse.
Nick had taken a liking to Eric's cousin, Kate Sanders. He was intending to visit her in her
town of Hillridge. This was also where Eric had taken up residence. He had the perfect plan. He
would destroy his friend-turned-enemy. Then, he would woo his cousin. It was perfect. But he had to
wait. It was just before Christmas. He would wait until March 23rd before he would attack. Eric's
mom had died on March 23rd, so Eric would be mourning. He wouldn't talk to anyone. He would be
vulnerable. So he bided his time and waited.
David Gordon, Gordo to his friends, was packing. His dad had gotten a job back at Hillridge
as a psychiatric teacher at the local college. He would move back home and resume the life he had
there. He was hoping he could patch things up with Miranda and Lizzie. Lizzie more importantly.
He had called her a slut to her face. She probably wouldn't forgive him for that but he had to try. He
was hoping that if they made up, then maybe they could be a couple again. For him that would be
the best thing in the world. The girls here in Montana were just too stupid. Lizzie was the one he
wanted. She was the one he always wanted. As he finished the last part of his packing, he
remembered when he would be moving back. February 14th. It seemed so far away.
Eric had decided to talk to his sensei at a competition being held in Los Angeles. The
competition had brick breaking as one of the events. He knew that sensei would participate in that
event definitely. The day before the event, he left for L.A. with his sister, Angela. They stayed in a
hotel and waited. The day of the event, Eric and Angela found some seats close to the floor. As the
show went on, Angela was in shock. She had only seen Eric break wood. These people were
breaking concrete! Than as the next competitor was called, Eric started cheering. She looked at the
competitor. She recognized the man as Eric's old sensei. Sensei Tetsujin Moriyama. He was about
80 years old and was still competing. She thought 'Now that's a rock of a man!' He was
exceptionally skilled at breaking things with his hand. In one sitting, he broke a total of 15 concrete
blocks! Out of his entire run: 45 blocks! When his run was over, Eric got up and cornered the old
man in the hall. Their conversation was as follows...
"Hello, sensei Moriyama."
"Hello, may I help you?"
"You don't remember your old student?"
Tetsujin looked at him for second before comprehension dawned on his face.
"Eric!"
"The one and only."
A quick hug, and the conversation got serious.
"What are you doing here?"
"Two things: firstly, I came to see you break things. A good run, 45 blocks. Secondly, I
came for advice."
"I knew you would."
"How?" said Eric, utterly confused.
"Eric, think. Where did you get your ability to see what people are thinking by what they say
and do?"
"You."
"That's how I knew."
"Oh."
"Well, what is it?"
"Well, I just moved into this town..." and from their he proceeded to spill the beans.
"... and now she's asking me to teach her karate."
"And what does this have to do with me?"
"Should I teach her?"
"The ways of the martial arts are for anyone who feels they need them. If she wants to learn,
you should teach her. Besides, you're a 3rd degree black belt. Your more than qualified to teach
karate. But remember, you must take on more than one student. Open your own dojo. It's a good
way to meet people. And it will help you make some money."
"Alright sensei. It was good talking to you."
"Well, I'm not done with you yet. Are you still mourning your mother?"
Stony silence.
"Well, if you still are... Get over it! She is dead and this pouting will not bring her back.
What about that girl that wants to learn from you? She seems like a good catch."
"Sensei!"
"Well she is. Take it from someone who knows. A girl like that doesn't come along every
day. Do you remember what I told you all those years ago, when you were going for you black
belt?"
"I will not be able to bring my full power to bear until I find my center."
"She just might be your center Eric. And now I must leave you."
They got up and bowed to each other, and Tetsujin Moriyama left his old student and friend
with his thoughts.
Eric was thinking about what to do the entire drive home. He finally made his decision as
they pulled up into the drive way. He got out and walked over to Lizzie's house and rang the bell.
Thankfully it was Lizzie who answered, and not her parents.
"Lizzie, do you still want to learn karate?"
"Yes."
"Than I will teach you, but under one condition."
"What?"
"You must bring with you someone who also wants to learn."
"Who?"
"Whoever you want, as many as you want. But you have to bring someone."
"Okay. I will. Where do we meet?"
"At the gym, at 3:00."
Well that was fun. I hope she brings someone cool. Wait a minute. I'm writing this story... I
already know what happens! Well, lets pray that whoever she brings has the guts to withstand Eric's
tough training regime. And if you haven't read Hacen's stories "The road to where we are." and
"Madeline." than you should hang on the nearest flagpole by you privates. Well until next time...
kikiki... mamama... kikiki... mamama...
Hey, guys. I think you guys will enjoy this chapter. It focuses on Nick Mayer, an enemy
from Eric's past. It will also switch between Nick, Gordo, and Eric.
I also am going to start writing my new story. I changed the name to "Project: Exodus."
Look for it. Remember, the main character is genetically enhanced, so he will be able to do things
that are technically impossible.
Thanks once again to Hacen.
I think that's about it. Enjoy the stories. LINKIN PARK RUUULLLEEESSS!!!
Nicholas Mayer, Nick to every one else, stomped up to his room. He was mad. He was
always mad these days. No one really knew why he was the way he was. But he knew. He could
sum up the reason for his anger in three words: Eric James McKader. They had once been friends for
a long time. But when Eric's mom died, Eric just lost touch. Nick had tried to get through to him but
his attempts at understanding Eric had been met with violence. It reached boiling point when, on a
final attempt to patch things up, Eric had decided he had enough, and proceeded to hit Nick with
every thing he had.
The physical attack didn't hurt as much as the emotional attack. Eric and Nick had been best
friends almost all their lives. Then his mom dies and Eric turns into a punk. Nick swore he would
get back at him. And he found the perfect excuse.
Nick had taken a liking to Eric's cousin, Kate Sanders. He was intending to visit her in her
town of Hillridge. This was also where Eric had taken up residence. He had the perfect plan. He
would destroy his friend-turned-enemy. Then, he would woo his cousin. It was perfect. But he had to
wait. It was just before Christmas. He would wait until March 23rd before he would attack. Eric's
mom had died on March 23rd, so Eric would be mourning. He wouldn't talk to anyone. He would be
vulnerable. So he bided his time and waited.
David Gordon, Gordo to his friends, was packing. His dad had gotten a job back at Hillridge
as a psychiatric teacher at the local college. He would move back home and resume the life he had
there. He was hoping he could patch things up with Miranda and Lizzie. Lizzie more importantly.
He had called her a slut to her face. She probably wouldn't forgive him for that but he had to try. He
was hoping that if they made up, then maybe they could be a couple again. For him that would be
the best thing in the world. The girls here in Montana were just too stupid. Lizzie was the one he
wanted. She was the one he always wanted. As he finished the last part of his packing, he
remembered when he would be moving back. February 14th. It seemed so far away.
Eric had decided to talk to his sensei at a competition being held in Los Angeles. The
competition had brick breaking as one of the events. He knew that sensei would participate in that
event definitely. The day before the event, he left for L.A. with his sister, Angela. They stayed in a
hotel and waited. The day of the event, Eric and Angela found some seats close to the floor. As the
show went on, Angela was in shock. She had only seen Eric break wood. These people were
breaking concrete! Than as the next competitor was called, Eric started cheering. She looked at the
competitor. She recognized the man as Eric's old sensei. Sensei Tetsujin Moriyama. He was about
80 years old and was still competing. She thought 'Now that's a rock of a man!' He was
exceptionally skilled at breaking things with his hand. In one sitting, he broke a total of 15 concrete
blocks! Out of his entire run: 45 blocks! When his run was over, Eric got up and cornered the old
man in the hall. Their conversation was as follows...
"Hello, sensei Moriyama."
"Hello, may I help you?"
"You don't remember your old student?"
Tetsujin looked at him for second before comprehension dawned on his face.
"Eric!"
"The one and only."
A quick hug, and the conversation got serious.
"What are you doing here?"
"Two things: firstly, I came to see you break things. A good run, 45 blocks. Secondly, I
came for advice."
"I knew you would."
"How?" said Eric, utterly confused.
"Eric, think. Where did you get your ability to see what people are thinking by what they say
and do?"
"You."
"That's how I knew."
"Oh."
"Well, what is it?"
"Well, I just moved into this town..." and from their he proceeded to spill the beans.
"... and now she's asking me to teach her karate."
"And what does this have to do with me?"
"Should I teach her?"
"The ways of the martial arts are for anyone who feels they need them. If she wants to learn,
you should teach her. Besides, you're a 3rd degree black belt. Your more than qualified to teach
karate. But remember, you must take on more than one student. Open your own dojo. It's a good
way to meet people. And it will help you make some money."
"Alright sensei. It was good talking to you."
"Well, I'm not done with you yet. Are you still mourning your mother?"
Stony silence.
"Well, if you still are... Get over it! She is dead and this pouting will not bring her back.
What about that girl that wants to learn from you? She seems like a good catch."
"Sensei!"
"Well she is. Take it from someone who knows. A girl like that doesn't come along every
day. Do you remember what I told you all those years ago, when you were going for you black
belt?"
"I will not be able to bring my full power to bear until I find my center."
"She just might be your center Eric. And now I must leave you."
They got up and bowed to each other, and Tetsujin Moriyama left his old student and friend
with his thoughts.
Eric was thinking about what to do the entire drive home. He finally made his decision as
they pulled up into the drive way. He got out and walked over to Lizzie's house and rang the bell.
Thankfully it was Lizzie who answered, and not her parents.
"Lizzie, do you still want to learn karate?"
"Yes."
"Than I will teach you, but under one condition."
"What?"
"You must bring with you someone who also wants to learn."
"Who?"
"Whoever you want, as many as you want. But you have to bring someone."
"Okay. I will. Where do we meet?"
"At the gym, at 3:00."
Well that was fun. I hope she brings someone cool. Wait a minute. I'm writing this story... I
already know what happens! Well, lets pray that whoever she brings has the guts to withstand Eric's
tough training regime. And if you haven't read Hacen's stories "The road to where we are." and
"Madeline." than you should hang on the nearest flagpole by you privates. Well until next time...
kikiki... mamama... kikiki... mamama...