The Last Goodbye - David Cook

Amazing.

Drive By - Train

I never really liked Train until Save Me, San Francisco, but this song is totally awesome.

Tyrant Eliza

1- The Night (2013 version)
2- The Woman (2013 version)
3- The Thoughts
4- The Monster
5- The Night II
6- The Fear
7- The Truth
Final- The Tyrant

Phew, my fifth completed project. Toughest so far, as for someone who never read novels, especially horror ones, I had to squeeze out tons of brain juices just to write even a short chapter. But it was worth it.

And yeah, I know the sex scene in the first chapter kinda bewitched some (if not most) of you readers (who actually reads my story), but that was really, not the main point of the story. I never wanted to write a story about sex. Heck, I'm not even an adult yet -.-

And the final few chapters were kinda rushed I guess, as I had too much inspiration in my mind, patiently waiting for me to just cram it all into the story. Trust me, the story could've been much, much longer, but well whatever, since I tend to drop long stories (eg: Reincarnation). LOL.

And for those who even bothered to read through the story of a mere seventeen-year-old, I'm really grateful about that, even if you've read the first chapter or whatever, well at least you read some of it, so thanks (:

And my daughteh Xin Ying somehow inspired me to write a romance story. Yep, I'm working on it right now, but I'll take a break to prepare for the first term exams, and also for the fact that I've been spending an entire month (okay, not 24/7, but still) to finish up Eliza. And to think that last time I was able to complete a 10k-worded story in a day... (Well, considering that I didn't actually plan my story beforehand)

Owh, and happy (rather late) CNY to all you peeps out there! :DD

(FINAL) Tyrant Eliza Chapter 8

8- The Tyrant

My very own sickness took its toll on me.

And three weeks later, that is right now, I still cannot bear the truth.

All she, my dear Eliza, wanted was two apples from the tree. So I ran across the street…

And I did not know what occurred, but trusted sources claimed that my very own truck-driving mother nearly rid me of my life by accident.

And they claimed Eliza pushed me out of harm’s way, before letting her precious neck get driven over by the truck…

As for why did I enter into a comatose state, I do not know.

All I know is that my mind is a weak one, and a simple change of events could be disastrous.

Even now…

This autobiography of mine, I wish that people who reads it will understand, as my mind is prone to making errors.

My writing table seems a little messy, and the bedroom lights are switched off, and will forever remain off, I wish.

My mind will consume me in any moment, so as for now, I bid farewell to whoever is reading this. I do not mean to cause any disturbances to your perfect lives; I just want my story to be known.

As for my dear Eliza, oh my dear Eliza, you were dead so very long ago and yet my mind did not accept your sacrifice. I’ve been longing to spend my life with you, and I believe that humble wish will soon turn into reality.

And I will meet you soon, my lovely mother. I am truly sorry; my mind apparently did not accept your passing, just like what happened to Eliza. But fear not, for I will spend an eternity with the both of you, very soon…

What are you doing here Eliza? Oh please get off my writing table, your cushiony butt is making me jealous of my own table…

Hey, you look beautiful today…

But I wish that we cAN BE TO - - --

OH ELIZA, WHY ARE YOU SUCH A---

t- -- yR- -an.t

apple

I love you, Eliza Marine--

Tyrant Eliza Chapter 7

7- The Truth

“Mom?” I turned my head right, eying my conscience onto my mother, who seemed rather fine without any harms. She stared at me in bewilderment, before redirecting her vision to the opened papers in my hands. As the all too familiar address shone with luminescence into her pupils, the only thing which seemed to change was nothingness. She didn’t display any shift in emotions, and instead just treated it as “just some front page news”.

“Just some front page news, boring.” See? I took two steps back, cold sweat drooling from my sweat pores down towards my chin, before letting go and pummeling to the ground, hard. My mother’s chilling smile scarred my sanity, as she began to look a little, unusual? Never once my mind played two polarizing tricks on me, so one has to be cold hard reality, and one has to be some illusionary fantasy. As distorted as my grasp on realism became, I knew one person whom I could trust, and that was my darling Eliza.

So I threw the newspaper backwards before storming out of the house and onto the busy pavement. Just across the road was a tree, an apple tree to be exact, a really huge one. Those sweet juicy red apples were the most prized possession of Eliza, as she grew up eating the fruit, and remained her favourite until some distant future. I whipped out my cellphone and dialed the first contact in my favourites list. It took a while, but eventually her alluring greeting was present.

“Sweetheart, we need to meet up now!”

“5 minutes, let’s have lunch in Allisco Cuisine” I wanted to end the call, but it has already ended; no calling time was recorded, and my prepaid balance wasn’t reduced even by a bit, which was definitely weird. It agitated me, and dilated the emptiness in my heart. I had to meet her as soon as time will allow, so I signalled for a cab, which fortunately enough I managed to find one in a matter of seconds. I vehemently pulled the door open, and slammed it shut as the driver stared at me with disappointment.

“What’s up with young people nowadays…” He puffed a stick of cigarette before casually throwing it out of the window. Normally I would be disgusted by that sordid action, but that time I had more significant issues to worry about.

“Take me to Allisco Cuisine, now!” Almost immediately, he puked out the volume of mineral water he was drinking. He was flabbergasted.

“You gotta be kidding me.”

“I am serious, mister. Take me there before I sue you in high court!” I raised my voice in scale, and he knew I meant business, so he released the handbrake and sped off. During the ride, I observed his constant attention towards me, as if he knew I was schizophrenic or something.

“What are you gonna do there?”

“Meet up and have some Italian lunch with my girlfriend, of course.”

“Sir, you are insane.”

***

As the taxi ultimately came to a grand halt, I came to notice the destroyed building right of the vehicle I was in. The metallic arches and beams supporting the structure could be easily seen through the pile of wreckage, and dozens of dead electrical wires could be spotted hanging around, sticking out of concrete holes on the broken walls. All signs of life were eradicated, as if none has ever visited the leftover building for years. I didn’t know why the authorities did not take action and just demolish the white elephant; it effectively ruined the modernity of the area.  

“Why on earth did you stop me here? This pile of junk is…” I put my sentence on a pause as I saw Eliza sitting on the stairs inside the detritus-filled building, so I pushed the door open and ran as fast as a speeding bullet towards her. I embraced her with a nice warm hug, before questioning her motives.

“What in the world are you doing here? This isn’t Allisco Cuisine.” She simply smiled to my serious question. Just at that particular moment, I felt a force pulling me backwards. Two grown men wrapped their arms over my hands and brought me away from her. I didn’t resist, as I too, knew something was awfully wrong.

“Sir, this place is restricted; you can’t just stroll in like that!” They stated it as if they didn’t notice the gorgeous woman standing right in front of me.

“But isn’t this Allisco Cuisine…”

“Yes it was, 5 years ago. What’s left of it now is…”

Wait, what?

“5 years ago? Like dude, you’re dead serious?” My heartbeat grew quicker by the minute, as my brain could not tolerate such a forced adaptation of reality. At that very moment, I saw my darling Eliza disappeared from plain sight. As if time seemed to stop, my mind started piecing the broken puzzles together, but it was far from completion, as the two people themselves may be my mere illusions. I didn’t know anything.

I didn’t want to know anything.

I didn’t bother summoning a taxi, as I simply escaped from the men’s grasp and accelerated my momentum. I could not understand. As I am writing this even my very own writing hand shivered at the mere thought of the following event. But still, someone has to read this, and know everything.

I didn’t remember the journey back to lot 87 of Orion Road, which was my terrace house. All I remembered was how I saw colours, iridescent rays of light striking from multiple directions, resembling some sort of seizure. I think I banged into several people along the way, whom I didn’t really bother. I also didn’t remember how did I managed those turns and alleys, as it seemed my own legs had its own sense of direction, which was fortunate, as my mind was busy trying to not know anything about the event.

“MOM?!!” I was restricted from entering my own damn house by some policemen, and lots of other people. I didn’t fully videotape the situation into my mind, as I just kept screaming the very word which I just shrieked over and over again. Two of those policemen rushed towards me, I think, and tried to calm me down. I pitied them, as it took them long enough to tame a schizophrenic grown man shouting for his mother.

“Please ca-lm d- s-i-i-r and t- -- he - Eliza” I swore I heard her name; maybe it was my mind playing tricks on me again? As my hearing began to regain its sanity, I reaffirmed my theory.

“I’m sorry that we arrived too late, your mother hired him last night.”

“Did she have depression, sir?”

“SHUT UP!” I could not withstand it any longer. I just… wanna die.

Hide myself from reality.

Never to remind myself of that very incident ever again.

Tyrant Eliza Chapter 6

6- The Fear

My actions weren’t too harsh, really. Would you feel like eviscerating someone after he or she called you sick? Well, I was a guy with schizophrenia, but still. And my back was then stained by my mother’s tears, but I didn’t understand a thing; why would she, the most mentally strong woman this world has known, do such a thing?

“Mom… Please don’t embarrass me in public, just tell me what happened.”

“Oh my dear son, your mind has deteriorated into the leftovers of some corrupted fantasy! Please, just grab hold of reality, no matter how bewildering and bizarrely shocking it is!” My mouth was zipped shut, as my brain somehow lost the ability to form a coherent reply. I just stood there, looking at the concrete tiled floor, while trying to understand the situation. Eliza placed her fingers on her lips, eyes popping out, it was obvious her mind too, could not comprehend what was going on. The old man’s eyes started to water up, and soon every single pedestrian began soaking their pupils in liquid. My heart skipped a beat.

“What is wrong with you people?” Eliza questioned the passers-by with a rather screeching voice, but not a single reply was interpreted. I went forward to cuddle her, releasing myself from my mother’s bindings, and placed her head to my chest, which she could freely let out the hurt and confusion she kept for too long. I wrapped my hand around her head, silently whispering “It’s okay” in attempt to comfort her. The people’s expressions grew terrified, as if consoling a poor crying girl was the most sinful thing to do. I raised my head up, staring at the flooding eyes of my mother, the old man and the crowd.

“Enough is enough. I shall not let this date be ruined by the puny tears of you insane people! Eliza, let’s go inside.” Still buried in my arms, I brought Eliza to the entrance of the five-star restaurant, as I heard a sentence which would annoy me a little too much.

“You are the one insane, young man!” I hastily turned my head back only to see my mother running away, still sobbing over some reason unbeknownst to me. I simply shrugged, assuming she had Alzheimer’s disease or something equally bad; after all she’s fifty five.

“Get lost, please. I just want this date to be perfect; can’t you people even understand that?”

***

And the night was perfect. I treated my darling to the most scrumptious Italian meal she ever tasted, allowed her to immerse in the splendid indulgence of red wine, and yeah, perfect. The waiters were of high morality, served us as we were king and queen, and obeyed Eliza’s rather strict requirements for a fine dining experience. It was wonderful.

I woke up that morning, still having a slight hangover from the excessive amount of wine I had the past night. I got up from my bed, faltered sideways a little, before even managed to reach the end table on the other side of my bedroom. I grabbed the cup handle and emptied all of its contents in seconds, quenching my thirst a little. I casually slammed the cup onto the table, effectively vibrating it, which allowed the drawer to open. I did not remember why, but I took a peek inside my own drawer, which I hadn’t opened for a while now.

“Since when did I leave this hair comb here?”

“Hey, I found this tennis ball!”

“Oh look, a box of condoms!”

Condoms?

My mind went completely blank, since when did I lose my virginity, or even planned to? Eliza? No way did I even support premarital sex. No, absolutely no way.

So I just threw that matter aside and went out of my room. The delightful scent of freshly baked bread attacked my smell receptors, which made my already hungry stomach growl as if I haven’t eaten for weeks. I simply let my feet guide myself downstairs to the kitchen as I spotted my mother there, standing in front of the heating oven. Yeah, she definitely had Alzheimer’s.

“Ah my dear Shadow, slept well last night?”

“Yeah, kinda I guess…” I was just about to walk towards the fridge when I saw a piece of crumbled newspaper on the floor. And no, I may be schizophrenic, but I highly regarded cleanliness as the most important aspect of a wonderful life. So I bent down and picked the trash up, with the angelic humming of my mother ringing the bells in my ears. I went to find the strangely conveniently located garbage bin. I stood in front of it, wondering at the wonderful little contents of a thousand wonders. Papers, food chunks, and some used soda cans.

And a head, covered with black hair.

“Talk about déjà vu.” I tossed the trash inside, as it simply bounced off the bloodied head, as what I expected. But without the presence of disappearing people, girlfriend-cum-witch, and extremely implausible happenings, I quickly assumed it was basically my imagination playing tricks on me.

“Shadow, will you come over here a sec?” I went over to the oven where I helped my mother carried the tray of baked bread all the way to the dining table, and it was tough, because the fragrance of the bread made me want to just dive my head into the dough and gobble up all of the contents. As I wanted to return to the kitchen, my bladder had enough, as I felt the sudden urge to adventure to the toilet. So I did.

“Ahh…” My poor little bladder finally had the chance to relax and not worry about accidentally wetting my undergarment. As I was about to leave the waste area, the mirror managed to attract the attention of my eyes. I focused on it, as it reflected the shower curtain behind me, which was slightly redder than usual. I turned around and went to the showers, with my hands slightly trembling in fear. Yes, I was frightened, truly frightened for the first time. It could be another illusion, but nothing had made my fear rose up to an unthinkable level, like what I faced that time. I gulped; as I dragged open the white plastic cloth, which revealed something that I yet again, expected.

A decapitated body.

I took three steps back, each feeling heavier than the other, before I bumped into the bathroom sink. I slowly turned my head around, as I stared at probably the creepiest mirror ever, as the reflection showed no bloodied body. It was a first for me, as either one has to be true. Was the body real? Or was the mirror telling the truth?

“Shadow!”

“Yes… mom?” I ran out of the haunted bathroom and slammed the door shut, before pondering on what I saw earlier. I heard the chime of the house’s doorbell.

“Newspaper’s arrived!”

I hurried down the stairs, all the way to the front door, where my mother was standing. I pushed her aside, took up the newspaper and scanned through it.

“The newspaper boy didn’t even say hi to me…” My mother sounded sorrowful, but I ignored her, as my mind refused to accept what was written on the front page:

“Crestion City Suicide Doctor Revealed”

“CRESTION CITY- A thirty-year-old man, who refused to be named, confessed his identity as Crestion City’s “Suicide Doctor”, who apparently “helped” victims to end their lives by brutally murdering them for a hefty sum of fee. His “patients” were people who were afraid to be branded as people who committed suicide, and thus, hired the “doctor” to take responsibility for their deaths.”

“… His latest victim, a woman who lived in the 87^th lot along Orion Road…”

It can’t be…

… Mom?

Tyrant Eliza Chapter 5

5- The Night II

“Ah, sorry about that, kinda dozed off during the ride.” I scratched the back of my head while trying my very best to fake a smile. Eliza pouted. She reached for her pocket and took out some cold hard cash, stretched her arm out past the driver’s seat and called out for the cabdriver to accept the change with utter blissfulness. His eyesight remained fixated on the fuel gauge, wondering if he’ll make it back home. I was in a state of displeasure.

“Just leave the change and let’s get outta here.” Eliza obeyed my orders and left the $10 banknote on the backseat before reaching for the door handle. The handle was a naughty one; it refused to give way to Eliza’s pull. My dissatisfaction grew stronger as I nearly broke the door handle on my left side, but at least the door opened. I hurried myself and Eliza out of the apparently unmaintained taxi, and breathed a sigh of relief. I turned my head towards her and took my pleasant time to appreciate her beauty; her uniquely wavy dark hair flowing freely in sync with the moving wind, unrestricted by bands and pins. I was glad she wasn’t the witch in my dreams anymore, but the real, tangible, human Eliza, with cyan eyes and not red ones. I wrapped my fingers around hers, as I delivered a light kiss to her slightly chubby cheeks. As we walked towards the Italian restaurant located two blocks ahead, I became annoyed by the constant screaming and swearing of the cabdriver who seemingly had a hangover. Without looking back, I raised my hand up and showed him the finger, and I felt much better.

As we were taking our rather sweet time journeying to our destination, I noticed a couple dozen of eyes staring at us; it seemed that they had their eyelids chopped off, because I’d never seen eyes opened that big before, even in my dreams. I mean, what’s wrong holding hands with my own life partner? It’s not like we were doing it in the middle of the streets. They must be jealous people, jealous of the absolute attractiveness of my dear future wife. I smirked in satisfaction.

“It’s gorgeous!” My dear Eliza has spoken. Right where we were standing was a long red carpet spanning until the interior of the exquisite dining area. The flashing multicoloured signboard which proudly presented “Allisco Cuisine” was admittedly weird, but I pushed that miniscule matter aside. Just as my darling had urged me to stop appreciating inanimate objects and instead devour some Italian food, a medium-sized man came and stood right in front of me, his face spelled out shock. He looked up to my disappointed face from every angle conceivable, before somehow deciding that I was an idiot, by the looks of his wrinkled face.

“Young man, what are you doing here?” His words aged my young eyebrows. I was about to just smack him to oblivion, but Eliza stopped me before I kill another innocent person. But my fury burst into flames as the old dude continued harassing me.

“You are a sick young man!”

“You, young sir, should not enter this place. Neither should anybody!”

“You belong to a hospital, young man!”

“Will you get the hell out of here?” I had enough, as I tried to move forward to punish that fool before getting restrained by someone. That person wrapped me from behind, but it was far from a hug, the person executed it with a little too much force.

“Mom?”

Tyrant Eliza Chapter 4

4- The Monster

“Miserable jerk!” She lashed out her inhumanely long, gory tongue at me, which I calmly grabbed it using my left hand and tugged on it hard, nearly tearing it apart. I could hear an eerily sorrowful scream. I placed my left leg a feet behind and bended my knees a little to firm my rather wobbly stance. Her eyes emitted a crimson spark, as if reacting to my already polluted conscience. I narrowed my eyesight down to the two blinking lights at eye-level; those malevolent eyes were without purity, as if its stare could penetrate into my heart. Yet, deep down I felt continuously strangled by invisible chains, and I may fall anytime. I charged forward and tried to rip the figure apart with my bare hands, but she retreated from my sight, only to reform right behind me. She placed her wrinkle-overloaded palm on my left shoulder, but before her mouth could even unleash a word, I swiftly retracted my leg and shot it backwards, which contained enough force to push her away for a moment.

“No more explanations.” Following what I said was a nightmarish, malicious laugh. She was so full of confidence, somehow reflecting my own personality, my insanity. I turned around but lost track of her, eventually even my own directions became distorted, and soon I found myself stranded in the middle of a pitch black hell with a witch trying to annihilate me. The place was just a horrifying sight of pure darkness, and the only source of light was that of her maliciously scintillating eyes. I could no longer focus, so without hesitation, I rammed my fifty kilograms of bones and meat towards… somewhere. But without doubt, I did not feel any signs of hitting the target, nor do I feel perfectly normal. I felt stupid, idiotically brainless.  Even in a pitch black environment, I could feel my vision starting to blur, and I might pass out anytime.

She appeared right in front of my half-blinded pair of eyes, about a ruler’s length away. I was terribly horrified, as her appalling looks could vanquish any soul. She moaned, as if someone was literally doing it on her. I took the golden opportunity to step back and watch in horror as a slightly tinted male figure appeared right behind those eyes, and soon an ear-piercing thump sound was formulated. Her moan grew in magnitude as my heart started to sob silently, hoping for my torture to come to a halt.

“Ah… you fool! Join me… ah… and your sufferings will… ahh… end…” I could roughly sketch out her moaning witch face, but she seemed to be indulging herself in her temptation for lust. So I carefully walked around her to examine the “perverted” figure. But he lashed at me, resulting in me being forced to handle the excruciating pain which stemmed from my face.

Bizarrely unnerving face it had, its eyes were swinging vibrantly from the grey lips. Indigo body it had, stains of magenta blood-esque liquid were present. Only the strongest and most willful mortals could still stand after just taking a glimpse of it. It let out a faint roar from its wild, edged fangs. It had like, twenty of them.

I just could not resist staring at the intriguing figure. It was a mere solitary stranger, and yet the savagely brutalized me felt otherwise. A monster it was not. A demon it was also not. But I lacked the very important confidence and willpower to continue thinking. Never wishing to be treated as a weakling, I, without hesitation consumed the all-powerful adrenaline rushing in my seemingly malfunctioned blood veins to stand up. The action was without doubt, the most despicably embarrassing thing a person could ever be proud of, but for someone as frail as me, it was the achievement of a lifetime.

The figure was with utmost cruelty. It contained a long sabre sticking out from its rather gruesome piece of so-called arms. It wailed. Such sorrow was felt. A tinge of mercy was described through its haphazard actions, yet it seemed unwilling. It seemed all too familiar to my eyes. I screamed at the figure, but my words were beyond comprehensibility of his mind.

I took two steps forward, while the figure remained silent. Each step was executed with dark red blood squirting out from my severely wounded face. I didn’t make it. Just one step and I fell hard again. The figure seemingly had a sign of pity towards me, as if I was someone it knew for a far too long period of time.

My mind was resilient. I did not want to die. I lifted my head up just to catch a rather blurry look of the figure. All too similar to someone I knew…

Just at that very moment, what I saw confirmed my bewildered suspicions. Dark brown hair shone through the darkness. And before we knew it, we were staring and examining at each other, seemingly being able to relate to each other.

At that moment I instantly knew it was-

***

“My dear Shadow~ we’ve reached our destination!”

Duodecim (2011)

[Wrote this for a class project last year, with the theme "Treasure the Past, Improve the Present, Enhance the Future".]

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- TRANSMISSION START -

- RECORDING DATA -

Duodecim

1945.

I opened both of my eyes. The light was null, the room was pitch black, full of sorrows. I was able to sense it, such menacing presence of a young mortal approximately 25 meters away from me. I felt agonized, my glossy body engulfed with a “sense” apparently called “pain” that I felt like ending my three-minutes of life. Ah, such a titillating life I had. Goodbye world.

            Like really. I am of no intelligence to execute the extremely humane act known as “dying”. The mortal approached my rusted torso and savagely plugged a scintillating socket into it. I was not in bliss. I wanted to “kill” him. But human activities were sophisticated.

            “Number twelve.” Such simplistic yet intriguing words gleefully came out from the mortal’s mouth. Such unrivaled mystique, I wondered. The reason why human’s mouths were red remained an unsolved explanation. I tilted my rock-solid head downwards. The symbolic number “XII” was undeniably printed on my right… “leg”. I guessed a “leg” was those things humans used to walk.

            When I felt the presence of that soul lost, I hastily released myself from the demonic socket’s grasp. I felt like being reborn again, if that was even possible in humans. I stood up, “stared” around the place for any signs of extraterrestrial unicorns or grotesque demons, and walked forward, putting my “legs” to perfect use, until I reached a door made of flattering silver with such a uniquely bizarre handle. I used my “hands” and executed the command “press down” and “pull” on it.

            I was born in the wrong place at the wrong time.

            How horrified I was to immerse myself in the incident known as “fighting”. I saw things which looked exactly like me battling against 2,678 troops of the allied forces. How did I know about that remained a mystery to me. I heard a “male” human from the allied forces screaming a word which was “war”. Such a disgusting word. I shuddered when I heard it.

            I saw one of those “things which looked like me” had a “VII” sign printed on its right leg, similar to the location where the “XII” was printed on me. I instantly recognized it as my “brother”, so I rushed forward, wanting to hug him with all sincerity and dignity. Ah, so this is called “family”.

            *BOOM* Smoke vaporized from my metallic head. Without doubt “VII” shot me, his brother. I wasn’t happy, in fact my mood declined until the “sad” level. I did not feel “pain” externally, but internally. Such “emotions” were not present in my brother. I took two steps back and felt a rush of sorrow inside my heart. I could not handle the absolute fact that even families, who were supposed to be the closest person to an individual, would reciprocate hate and harm. I was about to release my first “tears” when I was interrupted by an unbeknownst thing, accompanied by iridescent light rays approaching my area.

            For a second I thought I was going to arrive in metal heaven, when another male human with ivory hair grabbed me with one hand while the other clearly fought tooth and nail to maintain its grip on a rope “ladder”, which was connected to a “helicopter”. As the ladder ascended, I took a glimpse onto the eyes of “VII”, which according to the old man, was named “Septem” as it was the Latin translation for VII, which meant seven. The eyes were emitting a sense of regret and what I always wanted- love. Septem did not want me to be involved in “war”. I finally understood, and translucent liquid was released unwillingly from my unnatural eyes.

            As I sat on the moving helicopter, I then realized the staggering truth. The “light” I saw was in fact a “bomb”, and in just a jiffy a loud explosion fuelled with rage, discord and calamity occurred. The explosion continued even after my sight of the disaster faded…

            “It’s definitely a pleasure to meet you. So how’s your experience in Hiroshima, XII? Or should I call you Duodecim?”

            Oh how great life was.

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Treasure the past.

Improve the present.

Enhance the future.

Crystallis

2011.

            It was sixty six years. I had such a long life. Goodbye world.

            And yet, I still did not know how to die. Sixty six years of my monstrous life in the human world meant nothing. Humans were ebullient beings, but they were sinful; sordidly eradicating the masterpiece of God without a sense of anguish or repentance. Miraculously, I managed to survive this long in a world not of my own, with the help of Sergeant Harmonous Ripley. He was once an elderly yet zealous symbol of wisdom who secured my petty existence. I didn’t know humans could sacrifice…

            I was lonely after the war. Thousands of unwanted thoughts flew into my mind like steel blades. All my brothers, including Septem, did not survive the gigantesque bomb. How lugubrious I was, being the odd one out. Harmonous felt the same way; apparently his son, Alexander, perished as well. With that said, the old man became my literal and metaphorical grandfather, taking utmost care of me. He shared his wise experiences with me, and never expected me to reply in any way, because I couldn’t.

            I was no longer a “child”, but the fact that Harmonous got sent to jail because of a malfunction in my fragile body broke my “heart”, not literally. Such emotions were never felt for twenty two years since the war, and it struck my tear glands. That time he was an even older man of justice, and it was not long before he was free from all his sins, sufferings and misery. With that I ended my twenty two years of life living in company with someone so close.

            I was bewildered by the fact that even humans could betray their own beloved family. Such moronic acts were frowned upon. Harmonous played an irreplaceable role in my life, just like humans. The actual behavior of humans was never understood by the indigenous me, I frequently thought that humans equal “devils”, but Harmonous proved otherwise. Such fond memories shall not be forgotten.

            Crystallis. An inevitable event which happened every few years. Such a weird name, I loathe it. According to the modest words of Harmonous, it was frequently used to describe chaos which struck the world. Yes, humans were so undeniably extremely impertinently unwarrantedly weird; I just had to use that many adjectives.

            The first Crystallis was the bombing of Hiroshima back in 1945. It was the worst Crystallis to date. So many humans expired during that event. But humans commonly believed that another Crystallis will happen in 2012. Humans were smarter than I thought, weren’t they?

            I found that hard to digest. They claimed that over 95% of the world’s massive population will extinguish, and the remaining 5% will slowly die a necrotic death, and that distressed me. I cannot let humans just drop dead like that. I needed to do something.

***

            I stopped in front of a crimson red light. No I wasn’t driving, how idiotic of you to think that someone of my kind could even hold the steering wheel humanely. I was in a “taxi”, those things which transported humans to a random location. Worst of all, those “taxi drivers” collect so-called “fees” which were haphazardly ranging from 50 “cents” to 80 “dollars”. How brainless were humans, to collect coloured papers from their own kind.  Why were humans so greedy? Yes I was just too officious.

            The taxi took me to a place where brown sticks with green papers on top of it were literally burning. I got off and wanted to use my supernatural powers to blast the taxi into oblivion because I didn’t want to pay the fees. Of course I couldn’t do that. And the best thing? The driver did not ask for fees. He simply smiled and drove off. How extremely touched I was. I nearly cried. Humans weren’t bad things, were they?

            I was doleful just by looking at the sight of an inferno digesting the brown thingies into black soot. Of course I knew it was a forest, I was just trying to be funny. Obviously I failed though, I wasn’t even a human. Oh poor me.

            I swore that I will do something to ensure the continuous survival and triumph of the human race. So I unleashed my “Supremely Powerful yet Unrealistically Awesome Water Cannon” to dissolve the flames. Of course, I didn’t have that kind of powers. So I simply used my normal water cannon, aimed it to the base of the flames, and shot out a powerful stream of hydrogen oxide. It wasn’t awesome, but at least I did have powers, and you thought I was that weak eh?

            Five grueling hours.

            Yes, five hours of incessant water spurting. Luckily my humble efforts paid off. The bonfire operation was terminated. I didn’t know whether or not that sentence was grammatically correct as my prowess of the English Language was beyond understandability. I couldn’t even talk, what did you expect?

            I was ineffably satisfied with my work. However the human race wasn’t saved yet. I felt so sad that I nearly cried…

            …Which meant my journey of human salvation wasn’t completed. I regained my vigour and head straight off to another place, which was the rendezvous point with a person I believed could offer invaluable assistance to the grandest sermon ever executed. Wait, what did “sermon” meant? I felt melancholic, again.

***

            “Can’t read my, can’t read my, no he can’t read my poker face~” Human songs were so sophomoric.

***

            I waited in a club for hours with extreme patience, tolerance and endurance. The name of that so called “night club” was utterly embarrassing, using music and mathematics references were without doubt, childish. Well whatever, I waited for too long. I wanted to give up my life. Goodbye world.

            Oh yes, you were bored of that joke already eh? I knew it because I was so extremely awesome. And just at that moment, my acquaintance arrived. Just about time, I thought. She was so splendiferous, she had eyes as tranquil as ripples of water, skin as smooth as pure silk, hair as long as Cinderella, blouse as pink as pinkish pink. How foolish of me, abusing “similes” like that. I wasn’t sad though.

            “Come with me, Duodecim,” Just as she said that, the clock stroke twelve midnight, it was the 1^st of January 2012. I spasmed.

            My time is running out…

  

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You will not survive.

Just get lost.

Mortalitas

2012.

            I met a woman. She wore ebony-shaded glasses and sported a sagacious-looking cyan hat braided with glittering golden rings chained together with utmost precision and compassion.

            Her name, or alias, was Medusa. I really wanted to complain with extreme dissatisfaction, but it wasn’t the time for dilly-dallying. The world was facing a resentful apocalypse. Who was I to protrude such undesirable remarks from my silver-lined mouth?

            “Just get lost.” She, without hesitation, delivered a swift flying kick right to my left arm. Sparks bolted out of it without any sign of coming to a halt. Such Byzantine change to the atmosphere left me in a state of bewilderedness. I sincerely thought I was bewitched by some squalid old fag. With an incurable state of delirium in my inorganic soul, I hurried out of the copper-shaded wooden door and ran as fast as the fiercest lightning, literally.

            My mind was suffocated with irritating thoughts of my rather unpleasant life. Harmonous, Septem, were they all the same? Medusa wasn’t just any living being, she was the daughter of Harmonous, which meant that she was my mother. The mere instinct alone shattered my once unpolluted thoughts. Was I that hated? Was I a monster?

            My formerly sky-coloured neon eyes emitted crooked lines of magenta, similar to the blood veins in a human’s eye. Soon my vision became disastrously blurred by my sorrows of infinity. This damnation skyrocketed when I saw Medusa tailing me from behind, her right hand brandishing a pistol. She held it up and aimed with perfection before releasing three shots. All three missed.

            I wasn’t fortunate. After turning right due to a massive T-junction, a mob of savaging humans, both old and young, ran towards me from the opposite direction. Most of them were holding brooms, sticks, and even the sharpest knives available. I was confined to a miniscule area of road between the two adversaries. Without wasting a second, I turned a sharp ninety degrees to the left and sprinted forward with adrenaline rapidly pumping through my steel veins.

            I plunged myself forward. I knew that a ravine was directly in front of me and yet I did not think twice. I would very much prefer concluding my surreal life by killing myself than to be killed. During the seemingly endless freefall, I thought to myself, why did I end up like that? Had my efforts during the sixty six years decomposed into obsolete crap? I helped Harmonous solve numerous crimes without expecting reciprocation. I offered help to those in need. I only wanted the human world to be in total harmony, no wars…

            Why was I born during a horrendous war? Why was I not born a human? Why couldn’t I live an ordinary life? I did not want a body like that. I wanted skin, not steel.

            I pummeled the rocky ground, extremely hard. The impact completely obliterated my malfunctioned left arm. It also cracked my bulletproof iron torso. The pain was excruciating, even worse than being tormented in purgatory. From a distance ahead, I sensed a familiar presence. Someone I wished I had never met in my entire devastating life.

            “Please forgive me…” Too late, she stood right on top of my laying body. I lost all hope in life. My intentions of enhancing the future of humans went wasted. During that emotionally stressful moment, I treasured the past I had with Harmonous. He was my mentor, my grandfather…

            *BOOM* She did not hesitate. She shattered all my dreams, my ambitions, my unstable past with just one implantation to the head. Few thousand watts of paralyzing electricity sparked from the staggeringly deep hole. My sight never once budged, I stared at her wily eyes, which were similar to Septem. She...wa..inn..cen.t.. It..is..my…fa.u…t..w..ar...do..n’t.do…i..t…

S…ob… s..o…b…

- TRANSMISSION END –

[Fully inspired by the song "Robot Boy" by Linkin Park]