Work in progress

I haven't touched this blog in a long time. Here is a story that stems from my rather depressed state. It is based on Ezekiel Angelus, a character I roleplay as on ShadowSide and it explores his rather morbid side. Enjoy.

It seemed like any other night. Ezekiel was fast asleep in his part of the dorm and the night seemed to ooze a sense of calm and tranquility. Even Walter, Zeke's eccentric friend, was fast asleep as the night marched on. Unfortunately, fate had a different thing instore for Zeke. As Zeke slept, flashbacks of his time back at his home began in his mind. At first, there were happy memories of his youth. His days spent playing with Gabriel, growing up together with him as they took on many challenges and each rising up to be an outstanding individual.

Tragically, this rather happy line of thoughts turned extremely dire, as Zeke was forced to relive Evo's dawn once again. He remembered that morning very well. He woke up and saw that everything was in a blur, rushing to find his friend Gabriel, he found him with tears welled up in his eyes and ash in his hand. He remembered what happened, the dawn had unleashed some powers within Gabriel that he had accidentally unleashed on his father. Zeke remembered, he also remembered the wild crowd of people that came in and chased after Gabriel. He remembered how they killed him and left his body for the vultures. "Animals, all of them" Zeke thought.

Suddenly, he was thrust into memories not his own. He could see them, other Evo, being hunted down by petty humans and murdered. Not because they were in the wrong, but because of fear. The people feared them and so they oppressed. This enraged Zeke for some reason and he felt power flow into his arms and he lashed out at the target.

With that, Zeke's dream ended and he sat there, staring into the wall. He felt hate build in him as he sat there staring. There was anger for how they treated Gabriel, anger to the way they treated the Evo in general. He felt the need to bring justice to the people who had so easily turned on who were once their own brethren and killed them out of distrust. Not only that, they had even murdered other humans as well.

Runes appeared over Zeke's body as he felt as if he had just been given a divine mandate to bring those insolent baboons who had oppressed them so to justice. His justice. Standing up, he grabbed the ceremonial knife which the beast he had been defeated by left and left the dorms clad only in his simple bedtime attire, a matching pair of black tee and pants. He made a beeline straight for the redlight district of Fukuoka. Zeke stalked around stealthily to ensure his identity was secure.

Just so happens, as he was sneaking around, he saw what he wanted to see. A group of four men grabbing a young lady and throwing her into a deserted alley. He could barely make out what they looked like save that one of them was bald while the others looked like his goons, they were even decently well built. They began beating at her and seemed about ready to rape her. Zeke, suddenly filled with a bloodlust he has never felt before rushed at them, unbeknown to him that the runes which had glowed earlier now had an even more defined look to them, akin to archaic symbols which was held in great regard as being the symbols that the heavens used.

Exploding from where he was hidden, the first blow he launched lack the grace he usually moved with. He threw a right hook straight at the knee of the first man, a burly fellow who seemed a lot tougher from a far. As the blow connected, Zeke could feel and hear the kneecap shatter under the pressure. Before the man could scream however, Zeke had already followed through with a knee to the face which shattered the mans nose and left him unconscious.

The other three men shook off the surprise and turned to face Zeke. Seeing the opportunity open up, the woman ran for her life. Zeke stood there facing the three standing men and a grin formed on his lip. The bald one said "What the fuck is wrong with you? Do you know who you are dealing with?!". Zeke nodded and said, "Trash". With an obvious look of utter hatred, the bald man pulled out a knife and his two bodyguards pulled out weapons of their own. They charged Zeke as one, but unfortunately, lacked the finesse for the coordinated maneuver.

The man on the left of the boss, a man with cropped hair, came rushing in first with chain raised overhead. Zeke didn't hesitate, nor did he even know what he was doing. He shattered the mans cheek bone with a horizontal elbow with his right arm and broke his chain wielding right arm by holding it with his left and kneeing it upwards as he brought the arm lower. The man screamed in pain as he felt the pain shoot through him like the flames of hell itself. Not contended just bringing him pain, Zeke threw the man towards his boss. Taking him out for the time being.

Turning towards the last standing bodyguard, Zeke noted that he seemed more battle hardened than the first two so he prepared himself to get into a proper fight. The guard raised a machete and came charging at Zeke. Somehow feeling embarrassed about overestimating the opponent, Zeke rushed in and kneed the man in the ribs, shattering several in the process. He heard and felt the blood gushing from the mans open mouth and the feeling made Zeke much more bloodthirsty. He turned towards the boss who was only just getting back into his feet. "This is not over just yet punk" Zeke said and proceeded to knock the man out with a devastating uppercut.

The four men woke up, all around them was darkness save for a single lightbulb hanging above a chair. One tried to move and he realized that they were all tied to wooden stakes shaped like crosses. They looked as if they were crucified save for the fact their hands were not nailed on. Yet.

Zeke observed as they came to as he had accustomed himself to the low light situation before they had. He was somewhat relived that they were alive. He was unsure if they could have survived the beating he gave them. He walked up to the first one, whose' knee was now in ruins and was forced to hang on a stake. Zeke lovingly stroke good leg with the care one would normally see from a mother stroking her baby. He stroked it several times, with each stroke, the foursome grew more and more anxious, moreso the man who was now being stroked. Suddenly, Zeke pulled out a dagger and thrust it right through the mans kneecap. The man tried to scream but it was to no avail. The very room seemed to sap the sound they made. Zeke slowly used it like a saw and sawed off the man's leg from the knee down. He then brought the severed leg off into the darkness.

"Justice" muttered Ezekiel as he disappeared from sight. The man who had just had his leg ripped apart kept on trying to scream, the agony he was in surpassed the words of man. A leg missing and a kneecap shattered, as well as the nose. He was sure he was going to be the worst target of them all.

Zeke returned, looking slightly bloodier than earlier but otherwise unchanged, he stalked around the room and turned to the man who had attacked him with a chain. He walked up slowly to him and brought his face close to his own. He stared deep into his eyes, projecting hatred into him. Then, Zeke's lips made contact with his for a brief moment right before Zeke's right hand slammed it as hard as he could into the man's crotch. He repeatedly hit the man there until he saw the man pass out from pain. He then pulled out the knife once again but this time he used the blind side, and pounded the mans fingers over and over again until they resembled nothing more than mashed potatoes.

The third man and his boss had been looking in horror as it happened and they knew what was in store for them was probably worse than dying. Taking the initiative to end his own life before he was subject to any torture, the bodyguard tried to bite his tongue but was disrupted when Zeke launched a punch so devastating it shattered the mans teeth. Zeke then grabbed the mans tongue and slowly, slowly, ripped it out. The man screamed but his screaming slowly died out as the blood started blocking his throat and causing him to choke. The man tried to cough the blood out but Zeke stuffed a rag in his mouth and taped it tight.

Zeke then turned to the boss of the whole group, the least hurt and the one in for the most pain, mr baldy. Zeke walked into the darkness and pulled out the Ceremonial dagger before stalking back to the boss. "I despise people like you" Zeke said as he approached. The boss was white with terror as he realized that death wouldn't come quick for him. The first thing Zeke did was gently place the dagger on his left wrist and slowly sawed at it. He made sure that every little action was felt. He grew extremely excited when he saw the blood dripping and he paid no attention to the increasingly loud screaming of the man. Moving in the heat of the excitement, Zeke turned and passionately kissed the man, who was trying as best he can to get away from Zeke. He wanted to tear away but he had been tied securely.

As Zeke kept the kissed locked in, he used the dagger to stab the man in the side. Non lethal, but a spot filled with pain receptors. He wanted to enjoy the few precious moments he had left. As the blood made contact with his hand, he felt something different than bloodthirst, something more akin to hunger, and it was uncontrollable. He could not refrain himself from what happened next. His hand pulled out the knife and he sliced the man's arm off at the shoulder. He heard the man scream but it seemed so far away as he then used his jaws to rip apart the man's neck, going for the jugular right away. Ripping and tearing at veins and arteries alike, Zeke could feel the feeble struggle of the man as wanted to fight Zeke off but it ended soon after.

He turned to the others and he could see that the two that were conscious were staring at him in horror. He didn't want to disappoint their darkest fears. The man who had the rag stuffed in his mouth seemed about ready to go so Zeke kindly pulled the rag out and kicked him in the chest to force him to spit out the blood. Then, Zeke stabbed him with his left hand, all five fingers pointed and where the heart should be. He didn't realize as he did so the runes on the left side of his body glowed brightly and when the hand made contact, it easily tore apart skin and flesh and shattered the ribcage protecting his heart. Zeke felt as if he was in a dream as he could feel the mans heart. He grabbed it and crushed it with all his might, and the man was no more. Withdrawing the hand from the man's chest, it still tightly held the heart. He stared intently at the heart for a moment, and then stuffed it into the man who lost his leg.

Zeke started laughing, he had never felt so happy before. He had brought justice to these people and it felt good. He wanted to do it again and again and again. He grabbed some cloth and bandaged the man's severed knee. The man looked in horror as Zeke did so, which ticked Zeke off. Zeke rammed a finger into each eye and pulled out the eyeballs and left it there for the rats to eat. Zeke then walked off, leaving the corpses and the two still living people in an abandoned building in the outskirts of town.

As he left, he roared into the wind, "I have just begun!"

A random trail of thought for today

I had my back against the cavern walls, my eyes fixated at the entrance of the cavern, rifle at the ready. I was on first watch that night while my mates hung back deeper in to get some rest. The fire that we had kept alive to keep warm and serve as our only source of light was getting steadily dimmer and I saw the shadows of the night creep closer as if an animal sneaking up on it's prey.

As I sat there keeping watch, I heard someone coming up from the cavern. I shrugged it off as I knew it was about time for someone else to keep watch. We greeted each other and I turned around and headed into the cavern for some rest.

As I walked through the winding tunnels of the cavern and I finally reached my designated resting spot. The intricate design of the cavern only came into being after months of digging out places to keep safe from them and the bombs that were falling.

I set aside my rifle and laid down to rest.

I woke up several hours later to the sounds of my mates shouting something obscene. I went out into the main cavern and saw them gathered around a body on the floor. I rushed to their side and I saw that the body did not belong to one of us. I asked them where they had found the body and upon discovering the body was found not too far from the cavern entrance, I set off right away because I feared that whatever killed this person was close and could sneak in and cause untold havoc in here.

I rushed to my "room" grabbed my rifle and ran out. One of my mates followed suit and in no less than five minutes we were out of the cavern and into the lightly forested area outside. The two of us stealthily approached the area where the body was found. As our destination became closer and closer, the familiar smell of death began to fill the air.

Suddenly I heard the sound of lightning and a flash of light, I hit the floor and I glanced back to see if my mate had done the same. He was standing there rooted on the spot, clutching his chest, staring at me. He opened his mouth trying to say something but then another shot was fired and he was hit in the head, taken by death's cold embrace before he could speak a word.

I frantically looked around for the source of the bullets but I could make non out. I crawled to my mate's body and took his dogtags off. I then immediately stood up and too flight. I heard no shots being fired so I ran as fast as my feet could take me. As I sped along the forest, the cavern was beginning to be in my sight so I picked up my pace. Suddenly an arm came out from behind a tree and I was clothelined to the floor.

A man came from behind the tree, I recognized him as the man who replaced me during my watch kast night. His rifle hanging on his back. He stepped over me and put his knee on my chest. He looked into my eyes with disgust and pulled a knife out from his pocket. He stabbed me in the gut and then moved in close. "Die" he whispered into my ear as he pulled out the knife from my gut and proceeded to stab me over and over again.

I felt my life steadily flowing away from me as Death came to claim me, with my last few gasping breaths, I managed to see him stand up and aim his rifle to make sure I was dead. I died before he did his last dastardly deed .




Bored , No story, just crapping, might reexplore this story at a later date

Random Publications

The limits of my emotional and mental capacity are fast approaching. The very ideals I hold dear are shattering apart. I find myself being able to enjoy mundane things now. The problems pile up like a mountain of flammable shit and for once, I didn't bring a flamethrower. When I look at it from an objective standpoint, It all seems so trivial it seems funny, but when viewed from the subjective standpoint that we all find ourselves 'blessed' with, it becomes a problem that is 'impossible' to overcome.

Now, it all seems fine and normal for a person to go through times like this, right? There's always someone to turn to and discuss your problems, right? Unfortunately, I do not trust people enough to discuss my problems in detail and would rather run into a brick wall, repeatedly, at full speed. Is my preference for bone shattering impacts with no positive outcome much more rewarding than sharing my problems and letting go of my emotions? Well, it seems that way. I'd rather have bones shattering than have something people can hold against me. The whole world revolves around the delicate card game that we call life where no one holds all the right cards but those who know when to play the wrong card are the true winners.

I am sure the last paragraph made no sense, I'm making it up along as I go. I am sure you are all waiting for a short piece by now yes? Of course, how silly of me.

A young man sits idly on the rooftop of a building, he lets out a sigh as he remembers the days he has just left behind. He grew up a social recluse during his 'formative years', not having much friends and avoided sports. He was a bright kid and though he was not 'popular' by any standards, he was content with life. Not throughoutly happy but satisfied. As this boy entered high school, he had decided he wanted to change, he took up sports and become slightly more social, slowly learning the ropes of being more social. He made lots of friends and though he believes he underachieved in his sport, he actually met all expectations and even exceeded some because he had never done sports prior.

With his new life involving sports and social activities, the boy turned teen began losing focus on his studies, but he never lost all focus and managed to score decent enough grades. This may all sound happy and dandy but the teen was not happy. He craved more but he did not know what exactly he craved, he had somehow developed a sense of ambition, to be the best but he never knew what he wanted to be the best at. He became obsessed with many things that he should not be obsessed with.

As his ambition grew, his social life grew steadily with it and before he knew it, he had managed to make more than his fair share of 'friends' that he trusted. He strived to keep his friends close and eventually slowly began to realize they were not his friends at all, they were merely there and were talked to, they were not there to help. Infact, he even noticed a trend that he was the one that was to help them all. He began taking back the misgiven trust that he placed on them but he never showed them that he was sick of it. There were few that still had his trust but those were truly few and far between. As he slowly took back the trust, he grew unnecessarily self aware and always postured himself, a shell that no one was to look through, he learnt to properly mask his true feelings by masking it from himself. He was just a coward hiding beneath well made characters. An endless charade began where he pretended he was unaware of what people truly perceived he was, or what he thought that they truly perceived him as.

This person had lost sight of who and what he was. He awaited something or someone to call him out of this shell of charades but he was lost, nobody was able to. Until...

End.

Not my best. Needs work, central theme is lacking.

Random Publications

I sit here in my room, lights darkened and windows covered by curtains. My face illuminated with but the pale glow of the computer screen. My fingers dancing around the keyboard as if engaged in a ritualistic dance. Line after line of text begins to fill the screen as my fingers perform their tasks dutifully.

The dull humming of the computer mixed with the sounds made by the fan blend together to make a wonderful soundtrack as my ears are kept occupied by the sounds. I endlessly type and pour out my heart's most well kept secrets. I curse the fools who played my hand too early and stayed me from ultimate glory.

The fools I know bring only despair and misfortune to others, being far too arrogant in their actions to take pause and weigh their consequences. Their unfocused movements forced me off the tightrope of my life and I now hang precariously from the rope and pray that the preparations I have made prior to this day would suffice.

My fingers start to falter and my vision blurs. I know that I am not far from my end. Some editing here and there and my piece would be complete. My final act of retribution on men who deemed themselves much more than I. As I near completion of my last great scheme, my body gives out. And I fall off the chair.

The humming of the computer continues on as if in insult to me. Lying now empty on the table was an open bottle of tablets and a mug. The contents of the bottle were strewn about and the mug is empty.

The final piece of my grand scheme comes together as in my comatose state, I felt my last breath leave me.

- A rather odd piece.

My World, Your World #1

It is with great pleasure that I speak of this topic today. I'm sure you are all wondering why I say my world and your world when obviously we all live on this same world. Nay, I am not taking time out of my busy life to write about mother earth, she has enough fans as it is.

The world I am talking about today is the world as seen by teenagers, where each of us are as if confined to our own little world surrounded by members of our collective clique where nothing you ever did was wrong, nobody would bother to take the time to look at you apart from your friends, and nobody wanted to lead you away from this madness.

Oh my, I seem to sound angsty, I apologize that is not at all my intention. That was merely a way to start things off. My life is a rather interesting one as you may see. I hope you may apologize as I may have dramatized it a bit. 

Alright, let me begin from the years I was in pre-school. My pre-school life was a very odd time when we were first taught to use computers, we got into pitiful fights with each other over the silliest of things but that was the life back then. No divisions between the smarts the dumbs, the hots the nots. Of course, that was pre-school. If life stayed that simple there wouldn't be war.

Of course, pre-school won't last forever and before I knew it I was forced to primary. Jeez, I remember the first few months like it was yesterday. Clinging on to my mom's car even as it started moving, causing a fuss so that all the teachers would get pissed and all the stuff kids would love to do. Of course that couldn't go on forever and I stopped being such a little bastard after awhile. My teachers found a way to control me which I never found out what, but I do remember being an unnecesary dick in my early primary days. I even told teacher that doing their homework was boring because it wasn't challening. Oh if only I could say that about my homework these days. Haih. 

In primary, especially as I got older, I was an unnecesarily angry kid. I guess my brain must have matured faster or I wasn't just able to control my emotions, but I almost committed suicide and attacked fellow students when I was younger. All of it was provoked of course , but looking back, if the things that provoked me then were to happen to me now, I wouldnt even take notice. My oh my, my youth was embarassing. 

Of course, primary is never complete without monkey love. I did have people I was in to back in my youth but it never came to fruitation. Didn't have the balls then. Still don't have the balls today. 

Damn, I seem to have drifted from the topic at hand, It is here during the primary school days that the rifts start forming, different groups all hanging together. Here however, I was still comfortable, because I grew up with many of them and I could count on them. I didn't have many friends back in those days but the one's I did have I cherish till today. 

End part 1

post two,

A man jogging early in the morning, his head lost in thought. His body was well toned and he had scars apparent on his exposed arms. His well kept hair also revealed that we may have been involved in either the armed forces or something of that equivalent.

"Every morning the same routine, wake up early, get some jogging done, do some gym work then off to work. Can't life be any more interesting?" he muttered to himself. Little did he know he would regret this words not much later.

I was finishing my normal jogging route when I saw some blood on the trail and signs of a struggle. I paused and began searching for whatever else I can. As I was looking through the dense bush, I saw something sparkle out of the corner of my eye. I turned my head to face it and I saw something that would shock most people, the body of a teenage boy floating in a ditch. Oh jeez, this is going to cause some unnecessary problems for me.

I took out my cell phone and called the cops. It didn't take them long for them to arrive and make a fuss out of things. The body was fished out of the ditch and they were checking him over when someone tapped me on the shoulder. I turned around and saw a pretty experienced looking officer looking me straight in the eye. I could only manage a "May I be of assistance officer" before he motioned to his car. This was going to be a looong day.

Post One, Reentry to the writing world

A man, roughly 5 feet 9 inches tall, slaving away at his computer. He had messy black hair and thick black rimmed glasses. He was wearing only his boxers and a bathrobe. He wasn't the most appealing person to the eyes but he wasn't a slob either. Weights and other exercise gadgets were strewn around the floor as if just after use. He suddenly paused and stared at the table.

The table is covered in memories. Moments in time too precious to throw, yet too painful to keep my eye's on them. I wiped away the lone tear that formed around my eye. I saved the file that contained my life story and headed to the kitchen to grab a mug of coffee. I lived in a very simple place. Apartment number 13 on the 13th floor of my condominium. It isn't too shabby but since most people think that the number 13 is extremely unlucky, I got the place for a bargain price. The apartment was divided into 4 rooms, A bathroom, a bedroom, kitchen and also my living room. Strangely though the biggest room is the bathroom, but at the very least it's something to talk about with people.

Well anyways when I got to the kitchen, everything seemed serene enough. I started boiling some water on the stove, grabbed my special mug and started mixing in the coffee mix. I loved my coffee a wee bit sweet so I added some condensed milk into the coffee. While waiting for the water to boil, I heard someone knock on my door. I opened the door and I saw my buddy Andrew collapse. He smelt of alcohol.

I thought to myself, I owe him enough to let him lie there for a bit. And that's where my trouble begins.

End Post 1.