"AHHHHH!!!... I'm hit"
"Man down, I repeat, MAN DOWN!"
"Shoot their f****n' brains out!" I said. My
name was John, the leading officer of the 84th
infantry. We've been in this damn war for about ten
years. It never changes... we are slowly dying
off...This area that we were in was a dense jungle
with trees that dominated the night sky. They fill our
hearts and minds with bullshit...they tell us "If you
fight and win, peace can spread throughout the
galaxy!” my a*s if it can. Promotional s**t, only to
better themselves... Soldiers fill this vast wasteland
of a jungle...
"My man is down! Where the f**k is my
medic?!?!" I said over the walkie talkie, but no one
seemed to give a damn. We were losing bad... people
were wrapped around their falsehoods, and only cared
for themselves... that is why we were losing. This
imperfect "peace" was just bullshit told over and over
again. People told me to do what I've been doing all
my life..."Don’t believe what they tell you... They
don't care" Everyday, hundreds dead... thousands
injured... millions just on their asses caring about
their prestige. We all can't be heroes... Those who
are out here, they are all honoring what mankind has
accomplished... but it is not enough. "Utter chaos" I
said to my partner James. He looked up and pushed me
out of the way as a bullet plowed straight into his
brain. A Zycor was running toward me with a grin that
just makes you want to blow off his f****n head. I
pulled out my automatic, raced at him, jumped and
unloaded right in his left eye. Blood squirted up in
my face, I quickly wiped it off. I walked over to my
remaining men, but they weren't there. I looked
around, and saw a trail of blood. Nailed upon the tree
was my fiancée, I asked her not to get involved... but
her pride got the better of her... I did the only
honorable thing I could do... I took a bomb, and blew
up the surrounding area. In doing this, I hoped to
clear out some Zycors... By the time the medic
arrived, it was too late for everyone. I had one
remaining body. He died of the diseases that had
lurked in this place. He died a slow, painful, warm,
dreadful death. I buried his body in the warm diseased
water of the jungle. Time dragged on forever...So many
of my men lost, dead, or prisoners. God, the war never
seemed to end... but then, one day... it...it was
over. About Ten years the war dragged on... I woke up
one day and it was silent... I stepped outside and
they were gone. Bodies were slung in trees, ensnared
in the vines. Blood everywhere. Those images will
always be stuck in my mind. We liked to think that we
drove back our enemy, but I think that they were just
playing. A few days after, I returned home... only to
find an empty house. It was very lonely. I turned on
the news, and watched as my friend Jason gave the
weather report. He was in Panaj, when a freak tsunami
came. I found it odd that all these things were going
on.
After a year of "peace" we had another
threat. The animals of Earth acted bizarre. They grew
in size and became very fierce and strong. I left my
house and made my way somewhere... I can't remember
where... but, I went outside, when this gigantic bird
came down and attacked me. I went for my sword, when
my hand was bitten by a wolf like thing. I shivered in
pain, but grabbed my sword anyway. All I could see of
my hand was engrossed in a deep crimson. I swung my
sword and the wolf fell over in two pieces. The bird
lunged at me and pinned me. It tried to peck at me,
but I held it off with what little strength I had. I
caught it off guard, and drove the blade deep into
it's cranium. I walked around, stumbling and falling
from lack of blood, until I passed out...
"Is he alright?"
"He passed out an hour ago" She said coldly.
I lay in my mind wondering... Where was I? The last
thing I remember was a jungle. The deep color of
death... a cold red. I felt drained and partially
dead. It took me a while to open my lead eyes; I
looked all around but knew no one. In fact, the only
person I've ever met was...him. I was never given this
a******s name. He stuck me in a prison for so long I
forgot. I slept for years. I ached all over, but
couldn't find the pain. My sanguine bandages were my
only reminder that I was alive, and not being shipped
to permanent malediction. The sardonic, ingrate of a
doctor came into my "holding cell"
"How are you feeling" he looked down at his
papers,” John?"
"What did you call me?"
"John", he said with a snobbish certainty.
"If you are going to degrade my esteem with
your presence, at least call me by my proper name", I
said with a bitter smile.
He chuckled at me, as if I was a retard and said
"Okay, what is-" I cut the prick off and angrily said
Justin. He gave me a crooked smile and left me to get
a nurse for testing. Time dragged on I so wanted to
move, but was restricted. Time has no meaning after
weeks of lying on your a*s thinking. Painful tests
mixed with the pain I already had, it was horrible. I
wondered what had happened... maybe I got injured in
that jungle. I thought long and hard, then I wondered
when did I go there, and how the hell did I get there.
"He is not making progress..." said that
snobbish b*****d. I thought "Of course I wont, look at
the s**t you are doing to me." Money...all they really
want. No one really cares for your health. One day he
came to me and said "We feel you have made enough
progress, so we are releasing you tomorrow." I should
have been overwhelmed, but my apathy got the best of
me. One thing bothered me, so much, that my skin would
crawl. After all this time, why release me? I've been
a failure to them, I thought that was why. As he
walked out, some papers fell upon my pale bed. I sat
up and reached out to get one, looked at it, and then
it became clear. They were only letting me go because
they were making less money making me worse than they
"should have" been making. That paper enraged me. My
skin burned and my mind started losing control. I
calmed myself, got dressed, and left. The thing with
that was I still wasn't "legally" released. Like I
f****n cared. My doctor came after me before I left.
He grabbed my shoulder; I turned, spit in his face,
and gave him the papers. I found my way to bar. I had
no where to go, no family... I was alone. I wished I
had a house so I wouldn't have to go to this s****y
place they call a bar. These..."people" if you will,
in drunken stupidity, were very fond of me. I wished
for them to die, but they persisted in buying me
drinks. After a few neglects, they became violent. I
knew it was time to leave; I had not a black
despondency, so I quickly left out the back. In my way
down the alley, I ran into a girl. She was falling
over herself, so I helped. Not my nature, but I
thought I had to. I sat down with her, and my world
turned black...
The brilliant sun awoke me. I was in an
alley; I did wonder how the f**k I got there. The last
thing I remember was a giant bird attacking me and me
bleeding by my house. I made my way to my home, but
stopped short of it when I saw police there. What had
happened? I didn't honestly want to find out so I left
my house, which made me angry. Maybe someone robbed
it, maybe they thought I died. It's been a couple of
weeks since I was attacked, and there was blood, so
who knows. My celestial throne was long gone. It left
me when this war came upon us. I reached into my
wallet, but I had no money... that bothered me, for I
had money when I was attacked. I was on my way to see
my friend Rosie, when one of the cops discovered me.
He tackled me down and attempted to beat me. I, in a
quick motion, grabbed his gun, and put a hole between
his eyes. I guess that was not the best thing to do
for now I was chased by an army of "suits." Now I was
running, I had no where... really fun this was.
Running through the suburbs, as cars chase me. Having
that puny a*s gun I did, I took out a police car and
made my way into the bushes. I heard dogs and then I
jumped a fence and wished for a pool. I felt the water
and as quickly as I entered, I was out. I jumped the
fence again, and ran deeper into the brush. I climbed
up a tree, and spent the afternoon up there. There was
a small hill and that is where she lived. I made my
way down, when I though it was safe, and walked along
the path. The animals still were in a daze, but not
all. A cute little squirrel, ran to my feet, and tried
to thrust a pointy stick into my boot. It broke, and
with a little smile, I looked at the squirrel and said
"You little m**********r" I raised the gun, and it's
head rolled off. It was the only encounter I had on my
way. After an hour I saw her house, and made my way
in.
"I thought your a*s had died" she said with
a grin
"How- wait, how do you know what happened?"
"Well I was on my way to see you when-"
"When you found me on the floor?"
"Yes" she said with a cold concern
"You were in the hospital, but you were not
yourself. They said that you kept referring to
yourself as Justin. It had me worried. I know you have
a head of steel, but it can be broken." That statement
made me wonder. Why would I say I'm Justin? I didn't
know anyone with that name. She embraced me and I
looked at her.
"Did they say anything was wrong me with
me?" There was an awkward silence. She looked up, you
could tell she wanted to speak her mind, but she was
too… I guess too caring. She said that she was gonna
shower and to help myself to anything I wanted. She
was upstairs for hours. I went to check on her, and
she was dead asleep. She was shivering, so I put her
blanket on her, and then walked out. She was terrified
of something, but I didn't know. I made my way to the
couch and fell asleep.
I woke up half way through the night, with a
horrible dream. My safe thoughts purged by an
unforgiving demon. This demon is my inability to
safely distinguish reality from fiction. I stirred
from my haunted bed and made my way to the chair and
noticed a piece of paper that said "All we talk about
is violence; all you want to see is blood. Someone
yells fight and everybody runs what the f**k's wrong
with you? Do you think that's right? Watching others
bleed, you say its alright, another murder down the
street, we just roll our eyes. It happens everyday,
who cares if someone else dies? While their friends
and family are crying we don’t realize the danger. How
every second our lives are endangered by the strangers
we walk past everyday, never giving a second thought."
a poet of death was she? Not my business to care for
what others write. I made my way back to the couch and
paused.
"Who's there?" A long silence until I heard
a vase crash. The back door was ajar, and there was
blood leading from the upstairs. Had my friend been
murdered? I thought it until I heard a faint shrill.
No doubt it was her voice. I ran to the kitchen for my
weaponry, two steak knives, a butcher's knife, and a
meat tenderizer. I followed the trail until it was
lost in the road. I turned around to go back in the
house when a man jumped from the roof. I took one of
the steak knives and tossed it at his leg. He squinted
in pain as it grazed his skin. He landed and a little
blood jumped from his leg, he looked up and grinned.
"You little piece of s**t! Why I oughtta jus
slice evry parta ya, an’ make ya inta tiny ribbons"
"Think you can take me maggot? Ya know what
a*****e? You aint worthy enough to be a maggot... why,
why you're just dirt. A little pile of dirt." He
seemed quite offended. To further piss him off, I spat
in his face. His eyes burned with fury, bled with
anger. I laughed at him and he ran toward me. He
jumped up, took out a sword and swung at me. I dodged,
side-stepped, and staggered back. I was in a great
handicap. Being the generous fool he was he had only
used one sword. A plan formulated, so I lunged at him.
He swung at me, slicing my left arm, while I took the
butcher knife and cut his sheath. Before I fell, I
took the tenderizer and pounded his injured leg. I
landed, ran behind me, and picked up my new weapon.
"You are a fool." I said with ignorant
pride.
"Whaaa? HAhaHA! Should I be afraid? All
ya'll did wasuh get my other blade."
"You're demise, why should I care to hear
your ignorance?" I said coldly. He crouched down with
his back to me. I guessed in fear, so I held the blade
stomach high, and jumped for him. He turned and said
"F****r." He flung the tenderizer into my left knee. I
should have seen this, but I was too full of myself. I
fell on my back, but the sword was held tightly in my
hand. He came up to me, and looked over at the sword,
and began to step on my hand. I felt like my hand was
gonna break in two, so I let go. He kicked it away,
but I took the other two knives, and lodged one into
his left knee, and the other in his left ankle. He
instinctively dropped his weapon, so I grabbed it, and
cut right below his right knee. The blade cut through
him with ease, and his other leg gave out. I picked
myself up, limped over to him, and dug the sword into
his knee and the ground. I pulled out my knives, and
put one in his left arm, straight through his elbow,
and the other to his wrist. I took the tenderizer, and
bashed his chest. Then I broke his nose... for good
measure. I walked back in the house. I felt good...
nothing gets you energized like beating the hell outta
someone. I had to lie down and rest my knee... I ended
up again, deep inside my world of corrupted memories.
My god it never ends. The searing pain....
it never leaves me alone. How do you prove you exist?
Are you just a made up fantasy? Why does it hurt?
Questions that I kept hearing inside my head. It was
about 1 a.m. when I woke up. I thought I should leave,
so I begun packing my things, when I found something.
I guess on the struggle to the van, Rosie must have
dropped a letter. I opened it and it said "I haven't
the time to write this s**t. You listen up good! These
fuckers are about to break in, and I can't do a damn
thing. This ransom note is so s****y... Anyway, these
ingrates are taking me to..." I couldn't read the
rest, it was too blood soaked.
I gathered my belongings and left the dark
house. I had no leads on where she could be. As I left
out the door, I saw my last victim. He seemed on the
verge of dying. He seemed quite hurt by the rain
falling into his wounds. The rain was comforting, and
the lighting of the night sky was very peculiar. The
roar of the heavens and cryptic light attacked us with
a fury only surpassed by the gods. I looked at him and
said "Die f****r die" and removed the sword from his
knee. I made my to the garage, opened the door and
looked to see what I would..."borrow." A black Dodge
Viper caught my attention. Not only did I like the
car, I also liked what was in it, two .45's, a sawed
off double barrel shotgun, and two Uzi's. I guess that
was Rosie's "work" car. I got in, and drove off. As I
made my way to the forest entrance, a lightning bolt
caught my attention. I heard a scream of pain and
death. I guess that a*****e got hit. I progressed
deeper with an inhuman chuckle.
"Come one and all. Come witness the greatest
spectacle of this God-forbidden war!" Said the man
from the radio. Since myself had no factor preventing
me from going, I made my way to my home. Of course his
offer sounded amusing, but, it was not... no, lacking
substance. On my house, rather, what was left of it,
were shining examples of modern society. I walked in
and looked for anything I could take with me. There
was a thud in my house, so I looked over, and there
was a man plastered swinging a gun around.
"What the hell are you doing in my house?"
Asked the man.
"Your house? Look here little dip-s**t, this
is my house! What the hell is your problem barging
into my house?!?!"
"SHUT UP! What nerve you have to talk that
way to me. Do you even know who I am?"
"Not really. To me, you are just some
dumb-a*s bum. But, ask me if I care."
"You're an idiot boy! You gonna challenge
me? I've got the gun and you aint got s**t!"
"Well, you know what?" I said.
"I know you make a wrong move and I blow you
straight to hell." He had a point there. I was at his
triggers mercy.
"I'll leave; you can have everything."
"What," he said, “Do you think I'm an idiot?
You are gonna run to the police."
"I'm a wanted man, so why would I go to
them?" I showed him the paper.
"I'll be damned! I could turn you in.
Ha-ha... then I'd have some extra cash along with this
house. Boy, you're screwed. What a good day for me!"
he said triumphantly.
"Well you can take my car and turn me in," I
handed him the keys. "It is by far better than dying."
He seemed hesitant to take the keys. After a few
moments he snatched them like the bum he was. He kept
saying God was with him today as we walked to the car.
He looked at the car and his rotten grin grew exposing
his greenish-black decaying teeth.
"It sure is a nice car. This what you wanted
for? You steal it?"
"Yes and no..." I paused. "I stole, rather
borrowed the car, but I'm wanted for beating uniformed
officers."
"Ha-ha! You got balls boy. Not most would do
that." We traveled down the road silently, until we
got to the highway. This poor sap was still so full of
himself. He let his guard down so I took a chance.
"Can I get my bag from back there?"
"Why?" he asked.
"Well, I'm a bit queasy and my credit card
is back there." He held the gun to the back of my neck
and I reached back and gave him the credit card.
"Get the medicine... Be quick." I reached
back and pulled out one of the Uzis and unloaded on
him. His face, full of bullet holes, smashed into the
steering wheel spewing blood in my car. "B*****d!" I
said. The car swerved so I raced for the wheel to
correct this rampant car. In my amusing attempt to
save myself, I caught the cop’s attention. Its not
hard to notice a body rolling out of a car. Blood
soaked streets behind me, miserable highway in front.
The distance seemed endless as the highway stretched
on. 100, 135, more... I had one option, to take them
down. I took out my Uzi and began firing the rest of
the clip. If it weren't such a serious situation, the
barrage of bullets would be beautiful. The cop
directly behind me spun erratically as the driver fell
onto his steering wheel. It smashed into the car on
its left, sending it into the median. I was sure the
impact killed the driver. The car, after hitting the
steel wall, front flipped into oncoming traffic. A
semi doing at least 110, smashed... rather gutted the
car. A mass of objects flew from that wreck: Arms,
engine parts... stuff that should never rain from the
sky. Cars were wrecking left and right. One flew up,
and heading for in front of me. I quickly looked where
I was going, turned straight into another car. My
world spun and spun, and then I remember blackness...
tons of black.
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