Black Blood Vol.1

                                                          By: A. Menrel

This What Happen Before “Quantum City”

It was typed in 2019, Completed in 2021 before 50 copies ever got sold ( by PDF download )

P.S: I Remember All The Things That Was Said To Be About My Made Up Hero Named “Awesome” that is inspired & Based Off Micheal T. K

Pvo Aged Books

Level 0: Functional Extinction 

Intro: Bleye

Chapter 0: If I’m Dreaming

Level 1: Epiales Tokens

Chapter 1: Trust Nothing

Chapter 2: Nothing Human                             

Level 2: End Of Time

Chapter 3: The Farm

Chapter 4: Roc Utopia

Level 3: DPB

Chapter 5: Bleeding Rainbows

Chapter 6: Pizza World

Level 4: White Blood

Chapter 7: A Flash Of Hope

Level 5: Oh, I Can’t Wait To Be A Slave Again!

Outer: A Million Niggers

Thank you to everyone who !

This is a story about how to accept fear, not try to kill it. How to accept life as chess!

This book is my 1/8 to inspire you, to keep on going everyday into its your last day?

It took me a 6 years locked in a room of darkness to see the light of Ra’

Before the months of freedom in the Oregon coast I learned me. 

And that I would like to apologize for…

I almost forgot my skin don’t make me alone, not sharing my voice do.

- A. Menrel

This story for me is to all of YOU. 

Thank you

6.1.25

You’ll Enter A Story Like No OTHER!

Black Blood Vol.1

-Awesome

Level 0: Functional Extinction 

 If one evil man had thereof all his will

All Christian peace he might easily spill

A call to the chaos is all it is, as he walks fearless in the pride he might pull down.

Awesome was his name! (More deadly than Tim Fox, Black & Unstoppable was on record around the world, along with being more handsome than Denzel Washington!) 

…But-

- Why do I exist? Most would say, "It's because good can't exist without evil." I on the other hand I think differently due to all the blood on my hands that I cant bleach off, but I'll tell you why later. Now...let's focus on the word "Fear." A word installed from birth that dwells inside of everyone. Then again, what is "Overcoming" but a mere word to fear? A word along with plenty of others designed and taught for specific reasons, I wonder if because of those reasons dreams were created out of a hope. What are hopes? Stories created by someone to install an emotion within you of an outcome out of the fear we all don’t want to look at, as you enter this story I want you all to remember to always keep hope in your hearts.

(I stop reading…)

    Awesome Turner begins folding up the speech he written on a sheet of crummy paper now spiked in stains of black blood. He quickly puts the note away before the incoming gathering of strong winds could enter the helicopter and claim it. The sky soon to be dark against a coming full moon that couldn’t control the winds that cut through uncorrupted hills that extend for miles. He stands from where he had been trying to rest since the trip back from prince Edwards Island, where peace still existed and hard to come by minerals that everyone use to have in different parts of the world. War from above looked like a blumhouse film, Awesome watches the entire world in the beginning of being swept onto an apocalypse, and the ablaze burning of gasoline was everywhere. Awesome imagine himself falling into the flames of levitating ashes in gods freedom from what was happening on earth. Sights of massive explosions took viewing over his awesome beautiful brown eyes that couldn’t erase the horror being recorded, black blood runs down his face onto his mouth like a endless stream of data rushing down a computer screen, his eyes begins to open wider than spider web cracks on a windshield (Just to keep the blood from falling into his eyes). Awesome starts feeling surrounded by blazing debris, he shuts his eyes closed to a very loud engine of a passing train from below that was filled with hundreds if not thousands of expatriated traders. Anger comes into a halt like the brown snow that smears the ground, unable to melt away from two Decembers ago. Images of the following dark figure that can move the shadows with is hands, comes lurking up behind Awesome breathing down his horrendous spine, making his body reawaken to him being locked up in a room with only his x-rays and charts made up of different black depicting elements and their chemical symbols, while doctors in lab coats and thick black rubber gloves taking notes and monitoring the bodies reaction to the black molten tar called ‘ink’ being injected into him. Looking down he starts to see his body, naked, strapped down under restraints; veins are visible all over his legs, while incisions connected to a cylindrical device that resembles a meticulous design full of colorful wires. Awesome looks back out of the helicopter into the chaos spreading across the five continents, but he only could see a combination of power boards he once saw in a Russian laboratory he escaped from.  

(Before the world changed with a stamp behind the ear from the president)

  Checking and feeling the behind his ear, Awesome then begins to feel the glands on his neck, after Awesome looks at his Jesus marked palms. Tucker Carlson familiar voice from the past entered the helicopter with updates around the world from his anonymous whistle blowing yogurt eaters that couldn’t afford a plate at hells kitchen. The small black radio goes off on the helicopter streaking across the sky; there was an irony in the return to Washington City with all the rumors and talk. Awesome squints at the sun which seems unnaturally bright opening his eyes to full consciousness with still a minor blur of fog in his eyes, that slowly was clearing up from the dream realm Morpheus holds him prisoner in. The red rotation beaming light made him blink twice as Awesome ears locked onto the sound of the cargo hold on the helicopter, the sound of the rotors begun to change as he counted himself awake.

(TEN minutes… The pilot shouted in a fit state over tuckers voice, infusing with the heavy wind)

  Tucker Carlson: This Just In…

  Once completely free of Hollywood, Tucker had ears all over the world after Richard left during the 1st phase that ignored the lives of very few, he left California to broadcast independently from a bunker in Boston Massachusetts. (He like many didn’t care anymore!) 

  Awesome looked over pass the shaking and bake cargo to see a mid 40’s white raisin bald pilot wearing a headset, the mouthpiece flipped up on the right with one of the earpieces pulled back so he could take personal calls while flying and updating Awesome on time and their whereabouts. Finally what had been a long journey had come to its ending, as the helicopter approached the waste lands of what once was control and power. What had become a false played spade of freedom, gambled with lies and promises that kept us all something we once called happy.

 The helicopter passes by the memorial with Lincoln missing half his head, while sitting in stone untouched from the neck down. On the ground visible below his feet sprayed No More Kings in large caps for all above in passing to witness. The White House was still held up after all the damage left around it; this was bound to happen like the sparked that grow after January 6 2021.

    The grass was dull to the lifeless energy of what hasn’t completely fallen down yet, the American flag was not breathing in the wind anymore like once before. Awesome unclear on if it the blood would slow down, possibly? This could be a sign to turn the helicopter back Awesome felt, especially after seeing the Washington monument looked well. Awesome pulled out his gun from the hostler attached to his utility belt that rested upon his waist, covered with a black torn bullet proof cloak on top of his freighting erron black get up. As he looks into the eventide sky and the dozens of floating lights that illuminate the Indestructible within him, Awesome grateful still to be alive but barely has any strength, even with all he applied from the section of the helicopter that had been outfitted as a mobile medical bay. (There wasn’t enough time to heal or rest, only apply, clean and bandage after the previous events.)  The helicopter slowed down in speed as it embraced in a sudden landing on the pad behind the Whitehouse, lights still pierces through the west wing windows given a slight dazzling brightness of light that stretched across the compound. Regardless of the destroyed missiles and tanks that lay in wreckage all over, filling the air with pillars of black smoke proliferate from low inferno ponds hollering for fuel or rain. Everything was lost in darkness and headed for a functional extinction to the hopeless thoughts, falling in the depths of being mute forever. The flashing red beam stops rotating as it disappears like a flash of lighting, the bruised and broken arm was taking longer than usual to extinguish the pain that had been inflected on him. The helicopter lands on the pad like usher did, going home after his super bowl LVll performance. Awesome braces himself for the pain and extra blood spill of having to move again in such a short amount of time, slipping off the helicopter Awesome falls into a slump at the landing skid of the helicopter. 

     Summoning every ounce of strength in his legs, finally standing up off his weight in an exhausted appearance as he musters the last of his strength, with a pain that is excruciating and yet looking at him no one could ever sense weakness or fear, when anything glanced in his direction. Up close the source of lights becomes apparent as Awesome is in full stands and closes the passenger side door with his head facing the tail rotor, Awesome slowly begins walking around to the front of the cockpit in viewing of the helicopter pilot. At peephole eye level his nonverbal looks was neither frantic nor forceful, Awesome looks at the pilot with Black Death instead of a thank you. Awesome nods with appreciation for the drop off as the helicopter begins to lift up before descending into the new America, the area around the famous house built by Mexicans and blacks under the architecture of James Hoban was dead.

    Awesome begun feeling the winds suddenly blast up the face of the white building knocking him back off balance into the creeping fog of three. Awesome rest under the cloudy heavenly hash of micro dots that seemed so far, while soaking in the middle of his largely growing black puddle of unprompted blood beneath him. Awesome begun to close his eyes as his legs go limp into the beautiful mix of consequences. 

• The bodies…the countless children!  

• The Americans will carelessly make more kids, so relax Awesome! (The president) 

   Awesome mind fast forwards him watching the flock of families heading to the south before the first snow fall, before fast forwarding to himself flat on a operating bed all bloody and unconscious to the surgeons pulling on latex gloves while preparing the IV. Awesome knew if he didn’t lung forward and grabbed someone he was dead, the draws of black blood with the syringe leaves the nurses in a twist. The president enters the room with two armored guards by his side to see awesome on the examining table and the surgeon entering data into the computer monitoring Awesome.

• Is the tube ready for the lock up? (The presidents voice echoes into the open space) 

• Yes Mr. president but…(watching close up images of the procedure on their monitors of Awesome’s analysis as blood is being pulled from his skull)

• But what? (Looking at the Plexiglas tank from above)

• Body temperature is… while umm…it’s different in Odessa (nervous of the reaction to his statement)

• So? ...Fix it (the president spoke with a serious face, gripping the gun on his waist)

• People like you always looking for the next war! (Unafraid of the response)

• People like me own people like you the president repeated before responding -‘No I am not’, but to be ready for the next one, to be sure America is still standing if nothing else is the goal. 

• If you say so sir (he responded with a chuckled)

• Remind me again, what’s your name?

(The president points the gun at the back of the surgeons head before he could respond and the gun goes off, the body of the man drops to the ground of where he visibly once stood, his blood covers the screens and monitors making the president frustrated at the mess he made, the two men beside the president walked over to collect the body and disposed of it.)

• Understand something everyone, we are about to enter a trail`

  Awesome wakes with a wordless shout, sitting upright, chest heaving from all his suffering of the past experimentations, knife wounds, bone fractures, and holes from bullets that never exit the black blood. The lack of happy grows in his tired brown eyes of his traumatic life, which flicker into horrific images of the past there was no escaping from. Awesome started gripping the rocks and gravel on the ground of the rooftop, his breath rises above him in the cold air, while small bloody welts and wounds had been                                                   froze over into scabs, Awesome stands from his hunting catnap while ignoring the gusting wind and bitter chill, staring into the lonely moon just beyond the middle of the night.   Awesome begins to walk across the rooftop with his cloak billowing out behind him like a cape as he approaches the door with his pistol drawn. Awesome enters into a door leading into a stairwell…(silence as the door slowly closes)

    Hovering over the spherical handle Awesome he blows out a breath of half the pain to all his unanswered questions and rumors, the door closes behind him as he stands above the steps that would lead him to the oval room. Awesome begin to adjust to the dark while he instinctively draws back his gun into the holster as he reveals a melee weapon instead. (A steel blade shines in the dark like light from heaven at his draw, which shined like a torch if anyone came close.)

• Silent kills for now! (He told himself staring into the darkness as his heart starts pounding to the unknown feeling.)

  Awesome drops the glow stick (he snapped earlier) on the floor of the dark staircase, the draining of all the colorful emotions felt was leaving his body into the atmosphere above him like smoke from a burning incent. Leaving nothing but pain and good looks caused everything to begin hurting again, while gritting through the pain he attempts his first step down the staircase unaware of the mating ball of sin above him that reveals to be a black eye of a fetus.

• “Its okay your Awesome” 

 Hard to believe of the slight familiar voice that whispers from behind him, his wife walks up slow behind him with the smell of what made it hard for Awesome to forget her. Suddenly soundless tears start streaming down his cheeks as his face tightens. Awesome hands trembling in shock by the offering of her hand towards him, but with realization it wasn’t his wife April, but a shifting shadow of mechanized death that was terrifying in all its beauty. He quickly turned around stabbing the unfixable impersonating of his wife, Awesome takes a step back to look at the abomination mazikeen figure up and down like a playboy magazine, a stare off was active with the creature knocking Awesome into a wall with a push.

The dark wind knocked Awesome against the wall onto the floor, making the shifting shadow of mechanized death become hard to see.

(The creature that appeared human whiled removing the blade and dropping it in the center pit of the spiral stairwell.) 

  Awesome quickly back on his feet begin scrambling down the dank stairs with sweat pouring down into the mix of dried black blood covering his face, making his way to the 3rd floor that doesn’t even have a door knob, he pulled out his pistol while he continues to the next staircase. Quickly turning around Awesome falls back in mid air off the edge of the steps continuing down to the next floor. 

  In pitch black a warning call of some kind, is released out from something non-human that empties a cringing noise of an intruder entering what was their peace and quiet. The alarm had been echoed out into the stairwell, which eventually enters all the ears inside the building and along with all outside lingering around it. The Imposter of his beloved wife charges at Awesome with growing claws and pure rage.

(Bang.Bang.Bang…!)

The bullets ejected out the chamber of the pistol, hitting the beautiful demon in the chest while dodging its claws as Awesome falls down the stairs backwards in slow motion.       Awesome hits the floor sliding across it like Xavier did at the Sweetwater rollers, once at the edge of the final staircase, Awesome jumps up to the cloudy sight of all the infected movers traveling down the walls from the cycling like an army of ants.

  The added pain at the moment felt as if it had slightly passed, Awesome leaps his way to the exit of the staircase, while drenched in sweat he makes it into the entrance of the 2nd floor. (Awesome enters the door closing it behind him) 

  The long dark hall shrieked of a foul odor that smelled putrid like rancid meat, Awesome nostrils burn as he rushes down the hall jiggling the doorknobs of each door while stepping over the scattered pieces of staff member body parts that are all on the 2nd   floor. In prayer that one door would open while Awesome moved and stepped around the decease torn apart decomposing bodies of respected individuals that smelled the halls up like a field of durian mulching away without sunlight or water, that only become heavier in smell with the time passing. One door unlocked finally causing Awesome to fly in with his back hitting the door instantly closing it, while he slides down to the sight of an rainbow aquarium covered by a black tarp that was disintegrating. Awesome for the first time breathes out all his frustrations into relief, in the room created in honor of Franklin Roosevelt called the Roosevelt room, placing his hands over his pulse to control the beat rate, he checks his watch covered in his blood as he exhale before he inhales again with the watch slightly reviling the time of 3:11 am. 

Hum! – I’m never late? (Awesome said in shock of the time getting ahead of him) 

  Awesome stands up looking at the large mounted sailfish on the wall and immediately snaps another glow stick to advance his sight in the fish room; walking against the never stepped on dark blue carpet with handprints of children from all over the world, thin signatures of each fish name had been engraved into the cream gold rectangular plates, located all around the outer board around tank that hide behind the long black tarp that covered the entire cylinder room of fish. The tarp dropped and immediately Awesome stood in silence absorbing all of the magnificent aquatic plants; this didn’t change the environment being a closed artificial ecosystem developing in a healthy and balanced way but how was the fish being feed Awesome questioned. Awesome felt like a ichthyologists watching the behavior of the fish racing pass his eyes, once the tarp had completely fallen like a roll of dominos at what was a glimpse into half of Atlantis and no Jason Momoa was not there to interrupt this with all his prominence. (Awesome for the first time felt happiness swim throughout the blood in his veins for the short second he was alone, Awesome was allowed in his own emotions and thoughts as a man.) He happen to noticed another door with a low light from the other side shining into the fish room from beneath the door. Turning his body to the door, he breathes in the energy of the room into his spirits one last time before approaching the door and placing his hand on the doorknob.

    The door opens with a squeakily sound that lead to a dark black windowless hall with echoes reverberate up and down the hall causing Awesome to draw his gun confused by the false light. Looking down at the ground pass his hands with the door automatically closing shut behind him. Awesome’s fingers await another sound, ready on the trigger as he listens to his heartbeat twice with drops of black blood off his face hitting the ground, while pointing the gun forward awesome headed into the vantablack point of possibly no return. He knew the rule of quiet over not specking louder than a whisper until you was sure of incoming death, -“no matter how scared in the moment you mind be, bite your tongue hold your gun high and don’t scream or make a peep” he thought back to himself stepping down the hall of pure darkness. 

Awesome gun goes off suddenly as body’s thuds and moan in the mixer of the rapid gunfire and hyperventilating panting in the dark that is full of multiple footsteps scurrying down the hall towards him. Awesome grabs the handle to the metal door at the end of the hall in hopes that it’s unlocked, Awesome slides in to the next room and pressed up against the metal door that closed behind him. Awesome could hear the movers colliding into the metal door as he enters the tight space, Awesome had entered somewhere that resembled a small theater making his eyes dilate. As a clip of footage on a wall sized video screen of George bush smiling in a dress with red lipstick on, while he repeated words to a unknown song floating around with a martini in his left hand for sport, before skipping over to the Clintons in a room with an underage kid. The film would start over as if parts had been erased or removed from the silent film with added modern day coloring, the mind bottling thought of everything had turned the room empty and quiet to the change of what was the past now. The hard truth to the last of us remaining in the world was that a lot could have been avoided if we bonded against a common foe.

  Awesome walked straight towards the next door placing his hand on doorknob ready to exit the uncomfortable room full of soul less enjoyable distasteful actions that god couldn’t even watch if you paid him. The room had posters of children at pizza world smiling, brochures of human and A.I reproduction, Perfect and complete without flaw of what perfection could be, the state of one that believes in perfectionism is a broken produce…MAP! Awesome smashes his elbow against the frame that stopped his eyes, glass shatters all over the cream scapegoat carpet in the room of strange lust. Awesome removes the map from the frame it once was placed in, It showed what a history book couldn’t, the map into the native camps up near the dune, the trip was suicide and feared by the bravest of men. 

  Who would of thought that the worth of a native child would be more than a white one, based off the changing times of what became rare to see in what was becoming the last of what was left from the old world to see. (Awesome now had a way of seeing what he couldn’t before, into the back of the mountains with phases of communication in native language printed on the back of the map.) Awesome opens the door into the main hall that leads Awesome to the 1st floor where the oval room is. The main hall walls had been covered in blood, claw markers from something bigger and nothing was of worth that once was, the windows bushed in, with an endless red long line of bloody footprints leading up the hall.

 Awesome walked forward as blood drips on his shoulder from above, off the human being ate and pulled apart by the silent crawling infected creatures hanging above Awesome.

(Awesome wipes the blood off his shoulder that smelled like iron and minerals given by a doctor who drinks coffee from Starbucks everyday.)

  Awesome came near the oval office down the long hallway with dramatic vaulted arched ceilings that runs length of the centered ground floor, Awesome begin feeling like William Howard Taft did in 1909, he noticed all the armed guards laying dead but free in a deep forever sleep like a fake flower with no movement. (I guess all the cocaine they sniffed couldn’t keep them awake either… Awesome thought as he stepped around the maze of corpses.) 

• Mr. president? (He shouted walking closer to the destination) 

• Mr. president? (He shouted again as he kept walking to the door.)

 The presidents personal assassinated laying in front of the door was face down, Awesome bends down to check her pockets. Remembering the time they first meet and how talking to her was like trying to understand a female that didn’t understand herself, or what she was doing in life besides taking orders from a man. (Only making her a hated bitch later as time progressed with her career) He noticed her weekly outfit over how fresh her body smelled, a key into the oval room reflects into Awesome eyes as he removes it off the waist of her sunflower skirt.

(The key enters the door; the key turns unlocking the door!)

Mr. president? (Awesome whispered pointing his pistol into the room before entering himself)

Mr. president –Repeating…? (He spoke clearly again as he pushed the door open slowly, walking up upon a body laying by the door)

 Awesome enter the one and only Oval Room closing the door behind himself before kicking the body for confirmation on its status, He drops the key he got from off the assistant and placed it onto his luck hook before putting his gun away, the lights are out and the news didn’t play on the mini television on the push table in the corner. Awesome entered the office to a sinister twist of smoke curled suggestively up from the thick tall candles around the room, Awesome could smell the faint odor of a royal courtesan cigars, making him release a harsh cough in combination to the dollar tree candle smoke that had the scent of old money and failure that filled the air including the shadowy corners the light couldn’t reach. Awesome continue to capture the essence of the oval room in the gaps between the flickering candlelight’s that shined off on the objects and items from long ago that meant something to the world once before. The walls are thick and molding in patches that are blending in place, everything felt closed in a sound box, the oval office had two major doors and one large rectangle window in place of the three before. A dark figure staring out the bulletproof glass window wasn’t the president; the dark figure turns around and looks at Awesome with a devilish smile that was razor thin to the corner of his lips that made the flames of the candles rise. Barely visible in the thin trace of moonlight from the main window, his invisible eyes locked onto Awesome with possession and a hint of obsession.

WHAM! (A vibration of force hits against the door)

Awesome quickly points his gun in the direction of where the sudden sound of heavy force at the door he had previously entered, while he slowly pulls the safety back into the click is heard. (Awesome quickly turns back towards the window to not see the dark figure anymore.)

  Everything weirdly goes even more silent for a moment as earth is catching its breath for what comes next…

Behind the presidents resolute desk sat someone in his chair facing the window, energy from the shadows flicker under the melting candles of wax as if it’s about to go out with only the moon as the backup generator, the president jumps out of the glint to the sound of Awesome reloading his gun behind him.

The once president stared at a picture that he is holding of his family he couldn’t protect, falling into a slump within the chair that held all the solutions of making America better before great again, that should had came before his turn at being picked king of choice.   The president took a swig at the last of his Jack Daniels whiskey while remembering old times filled with smothering of ass kissing applause, glued together with fake smiles he over time begin to see upside down. The president begins to see the door swing open from the reflection in the window that was opening usually fast despite the secret service agents body he recalled being in front of it. 

Smaller than a quark but still visible to every atom active in the presidents eye, he knew who it was. A static silence sets into the room like a downplay to the myth of meritocracy, cleaning his throat the president got into action as if he had a teleprompter reading ready in front of him.

(Awesome starts catching his thoughts before releasing them like a twitter feed)

• “Its most wonder to see you sir, mission update on “Cold Heaven”

• Sure Awesome!

The president chuckled with an awesome feeling for the first time in a long time.

The president responds: “You know while sitting in this chair, only with time to think about it all, I'm trying to understand why for so many years when able to do so much and say whatever, we took forever to finally speak up and fix all the bad”? (They wanted nobody saying shit about it all… dammit and I fuckin listened to it all!)

 Awesome didn’t answer the president; he stood in silence taking one last look of the oval room. Looking at the peeling paint falling off the walls, the black eco slowly moving like spider web mixed with something from out of a resident evil blockbuster film, (its okay if you reading this don’t remember any of that franchise…)

He watched it grow from out the fireplace as if a comet exploded into… as it travels up and across the illusion walls, domed ceiling painted in thin black pinworms, with the ability to suffocate and draining all life from anything it touches when contact is made. Black eco had to be the biggest if not the most closed minded fix that we thought could be burnt away when released in 2026. 

“I don't get it,” the president said (in doubt of him being exposed for not only falling for a black women but the deals he made with the Russian president for hoes & blow couldn’t fix all that came after with their invasion entrance from the sky.)

• What happened to the good old days? Huh… I saved so many to see them all gone; do you believe in faith Awesome?

• I believe we are never going to recover from any of this…the virus will reach into mountains and further pass the last of fish and all living. 

• When weak pieces of shit like you knew their place? The days when we could beat anyone ass for no reason. The days when bitches had been good for only their cunt, the days when white people were superior. (The president yelled)  

• Freedom was not a pureblooded white American thing Mr. president. (Awesome responded cutting him off.)

  Awesome shakes his head in pity of the 1st to really change America, what he don't understand about history is if there was wealthy, powerful, strong kings and queens, how the fuck did we become without before chained slaves was the mystery to all the cards played in a room full of guns. What was so scary about having everyone fear a virus was no different than forgetting how to live life, pretty soon we wouldn’t see any Jews, Negros, Aryan, Hindu, Muslim, Mexicans together like decades ago in the united states. 

   There's no fuckin' way he could've been a slave Awesome thought watching the eco move around the presidents chair. He honestly doesn’t give a fuck about him or anything except giving the briefing. As black blood begin spilling out one of Awesome wounds, a sound came from a door to Awesome’s left, Awesome eyes begin to expand with his hands meeting the handle of his pistol. The president’s words are unheard by Awesome that screamed authenticity while peddling corroded ideals float out his mouth like a note in a glass bottle clashing into waves of an unfinished war. (His voice was a structure of power and he knew it wasn’t dictatorship but liberty.)

(Awesome still didn’t care even a little that the president seemed gone)

The door released a cracking creekish sound that offended the president ears, by the entering of the only real reason why everything started falling in the first place.

His lover! (He was the first in history to be elected white with a black wife)

          - Ray ‘a (wife of the president, the African beauty)

    Entering while only looking in the direction of the dumb bastard she married, while not forgetting all he sacrificed to keep some truth to America. Awesome couldn’t deny the spell of beauty she casted on him by first sight, Raya story wasn’t easy to hear if ever twice. Before she became the first lady and showed women how to act like civilized people again, Ray‘a was the main reason for the instant vanish of only fans. Before the accepted leaders of America could official bring slavery back into play, her Cinderella story was unforgettable as a coon that had been on Anderson Coopers farm where blacks got treated like animals, up until one day his head ended up on a plate. This was no different from when humans in America making an honest living, along with minding their business as the days went by. Once captured, showered and feed by soldiers, the women and Ray‘a was heard instead of killed. The things they complained about wasn’t inhumane, they indulge in they’re earned respect as they stood lined up in the facility they had been submitted to after being captured. Not a goddamn care in the world was ever acknowledge for a female being rebellious to evil, but the president took to Ray‘a after walking up the line filled with looks of emotion one couldn’t fake or hide with an awesome smile, like the one he had. 

  Slaves who believe they're free were like believing in the code of playing fair in America, knowing they'll never be free even with doing so. Once the president stopped in his tracks and took a look at the beautiful fearless golden brown goddess name “Ray‘a” that stood more beautiful than all in front of him. (He become a man of greater purpose) 

At that moment it didn’t matter what any piece of newspaper said or would.

     (All that mattered was how he felt…and he loved her)

Pointless since she didn’t speck English at the time of them first meeting each other, but like the pure blooded white presidents before him, he just sit back and laugh waiting for another protest that'll go nowhere if the papers catched wind of the matter. So he decided he would take her as his queen and give protection from all that hated them both together.

After Ray‘a learned English before god could fall back to sleep, she taught the other girls in private that would plan rescue missions with her for all the girls at other slave camps owned by people like Don Cheadle, Morgan Freeman, Benedict Cumberbatch, Condoleezza Rice, Jimmy Carter and Larry David. (Ray’a with time changed the world for all to remember not to fuck with women)

    Awesome removed his hand off the gun, as he looked at Ray‘a in all her flawless beauty stepping into the room. She closed the door behind herself before turning around, making the scar Angela Bassett left across her face during the Meta gala visible to Awesome’s eye. Back in those days people who couldn’t afford beauty wore makeup to hide their marks into surgery was affordable. Irony of that shit is Ray‘a was still beautiful with the scar that faded into her face like butter. The only difference to Ray‘a and the president is instead of hiding behind high-powered positions, she knew you could play it yourself if you felt boss enough to take action.

 (She cut her eye at me as she walk up towards the desk)

• So there isn’t any more food! (Ray‘a spoke sounding disappointed)

• But that doesn't stop the program. (The president responded adding more)

• ‘They still out there' (he said with a higher level of bass to his tone) 

Ray ‘a walked around the desk as she stood directly in front of him with an unapologetic gentle look of disgust, full of genuine care on her face.

• This time they'll make it; they don't get caught at the last location and updated me on their movement into upstate territory, to retrieve the rest of the rare substance. (Ray‘a spoke to the president as if Awesome wasn’t standing in the center of the room.)

• I haven’t landed the best success story but this will be the change of history we all been waiting so long for. (The president said to Ray‘a with tears exiting out his organs of sight.)

The president had started talking in code so Awesome could stay from fallen out of the bullshit that was of no use to him remembering, thinking about everything put a raw smile on the president’s face making Ray‘a only more gracious with god.

  Awesome looked back at the black eco to see where it had reached as his eyes of light brown honey did a 360 around the room.

• The blueprint for your final assignment is here on the desk, Fin, Pop and Shock picked theirs up moments ago (Ray‘a said starring at Awesome, before getting on her knees in front of the president, unbuckling his full dark ox blood iv bag from the long tube wrapped around a long metal pole that stood by the side of his chair beside the bowl of water.) 

• Clean every spot! (He said as Raya attaches a empty iv bag to the tube, placing the filled bag of blood into a suit case before closing then locking, the cloth got dipped into the bowl of clean h20 after) 

• Go easy darling! (As the president gets excited for his bath, Raya eyes pool with fury at the memory of when his legs worked since he couldn’t move from the waist down.

   Awesome realized that this was the presidents short summary of him trying to upholding his reputation, it wasn’t embarrassing or sad but understandable that all the people that stood around the president, that pat him on the back and told him who to love, folded in with how much they loved who he was while filling his ego and heart up with foolish emotions behind the kind words spoken, that could make one easy to control and manipulate as a man or let alone the president of the united states. 

(Ray‘a was the only one that stayed by him after everything crumbled like the twin towers.)

The sounds of a whimpering dog escapes out the mouth of the president as Ray‘a placed the cold cloth on his perch cock. Scared to even look at him in the face without judgment (Soaking the cloth into the blood releasing from the exiting holes around his legs made from the transfusion of the dark red substance that wasn’t human blood.)

 (Ray‘a begin cleaning gently around the private area as the president shakes from the chill that creeps around his average weapon of mass destruction.) 

- That’s you’re final assignment in this folder on the desk (Ray‘a said without looking at Awesome)

Awesome grabs the folder and opens the folder as he turns his back to scam across the half whited out pages.

• Wow, that's interesting. Can I ask you something? (Awesome said turning fully around in the direction of both her and the president.)

• Sure (Ray‘a responded with a harmless grin)

What's that? (Awesome held a picture up from out of the folder high enough to be seen)

          YOU MEAN WHOM! (Ray‘a responded!)

Go right ahead look at it again. (She said with her eyes completely on the task at hand)

   The photo looked like a Japanese mutation of some kind, nothing that couldn’t be killed Awesome thought if having to cross paths later.)

What’s my mission (Awesome asked while his fingers pinching the photo resembled chop sticks while he waved the photo back and fourth)?

     - You're are going into hiding, before what’s happening underground reaches the surface, after… and only after that’s when you’ll be needed again?

       The president chuckles to help wrap up the given answers from Ray‘a

    - Yes! (The president adds) 

        Who is Zart? (Awesome asked looking up from the folder)

         Awesome for sure was lost on this assignment; it’s not like the others before.

    - This is the last one (The president said with rejoice in his duties that were finally coming to a happily ever after.)

         You'll be talking to my replacement the next time you are standing here, who’s being created into perfection as we speck. (The president said with a smile)

          In the folder showed photos the size of Uno cards of unrecognizable teens with their names on the back of the photos.

          Before it all comes down on Awesome later, he knew to accept nothing was the same from this point on.

• For how long?  (Awesome asked in faith of returning later to the president, as if this wasn’t their final goodbye)

• Into the loud flash of hope in the sky leaves nothing but two moons. (The president responds)

         You're a brutal murderer Awesome he added; don’t forget that before you walk out that door or your beautiful foxy wife who was two months pregnant would be here. (The president mouthed off)

         Awesome bite his tongue and swallowed his spit to the president’s words of wisdom made into facts that only made one of the two men in the room happy. 

         Awesome wondered if he had anything to do with the killing of his wife and unborn child, even with never having enough evidence or telling of the truth from all he killed after questions to all his given answers that never got him closer to revenge.

    WHAMWHAM! (Something on the other side of the door once again started hitting against it!)

        Awesome didn’t feel bad for anyone but Ray‘a regardless of her choices on the role she choose to play for the rest of her life.  (I feel bad for her, Yeah, I do!)

         But nothing that’s happening in Ray‘a life could change or distract Awesome’s mind from what was in the assignment folder as he stops reading. 

         So when I find the kid then what? (Looking at the president for more direction into the offered question)

         That's not what you should be asking Awesome. (Ray‘a said)

       The President didn’t speak as he moaned to being cleaned like a baby by Ray‘a

         Then what? (Awesome said with a serious look on his face)

        Ray‘a looked into Awesome’s eyes with respect of what will come after all the dust has fallen into place.

         What was your purpose of asking? (She wondered)

         Awesome didn’t know the correct answer to the trick question, Ray‘a stood up as she walked from around the desk of where the president sat facing the smudged window.

     Only because of all the pain Awesome stood in one place as Raya approached him like if he was about to be killed by her. (I believe in you Awesome and the future has been written, you just have to stay on course for it to become stone solid…Ray‘a said)

    Stepping closer towards Awesome she spoke in a normal tone.

• Yet...you're in here with that stamp behind your ear for bringing harm upon the white walkers.

     Awesome eyes become defensive and angry as he listened closer to the real her without a response given back, as if he didn’t hear her say the slur loud enough for god to hear, or maybe his increasing blood spill from his body was almost completely in drainage of shutting down, those are all the things he felt as he looked around in Ray’a eyes of a one women army.

Before he could replay her words of where she stood with everything, was clearer to Awesome.  

WHAMWHAM! (Something strikes the door with more force than the first and second time.)

• Take it easy on him Ray‘a because we need him, in case the other three don’t succeed (The president said half awake) 

  The given look of buried aggravation on their faces given to one another couldn’t come close to the molding walls, annoying sounds of pest in the walls being ate by the black eco, lingering unpleasant odors in the grimy dingy oval room. 

 When they should be coming up with a plan while in the levee, the door wouldn’t hold up for long. Awesome got lost deep into Ray‘a eyes that wasn’t sure if she could forgive Awesome, if Ray‘a could love the president like she once did after promises had been broken with death as the only outcome. Than she could forgive him for losing her sister (Awesome wife)ate more out of her than the pain one could feel before the suffering, stronger than the color purple, more wicked than lady Elizabeth Bathory and even worst than the unspoken things that happen at the Mr. gay world annual international competitions. 

• I’m Sor…(Ray‘a places her index figures on Awesome lips.)

• I know! (She says wrapping her arms around him with love)

         Ray‘a wanted the president to hear the moment of forgiveness between two people that had committed love for one person. Something she felt the president no longer had much inside him to understand completely.

        The skin of the president became cold and dead as his eyes start to burn black with a red fiery glow. The sound of a chainsaw from the hallway makes Awesome aimed his gun at the door directly behind him, as he watches the shiny silver sparks bouncing off the ground like sprinkles of rice disappearing after each second, Ray‘a stands two feet behind Awesome ready with a decorated pistol in her hand at the side of her waist. The warm fuzzy feeling Ray‘a gave him was gone, due to whatever the infection has brought to Awesome’s killing floor.

  The president goes completely silent as well to everything behind the closed door he hears; silence from the chainsaw is heard after a minute or two. Awesome walks to the door slowly as he prepares to unlock and pull open the door into a mystery of what remains from the staircase and the hallways moving around the rest of the Whitehouse. 

• You'll never learn until one of them bastards bites you in the back all over again! (The president shouted breaking the silence with his infectious laughter that didn’t last long because of all the coughing up of blood that squeezed passed the cracks of his teeth.)

• I forgive you for letting my sister die and unborn niece, they forgive you too so now the only thing you can do is go be Awesome! (Ray‘a spoke those finally words in Awesome ear ending with a smile)

      Ray‘a begins running directly to the door she entered earlier, her arm stretched out with the gun aimed at the president’s chair. She makes her way to the door pulling the trigger, firing without remorse as she watched the bullet go threw the chair, the gun shell hits the carpet of the bloody bald eagle as blood hits the windows like a portrait with the presidents brains and skull remains as the final coat of paint. The sound of gunfire caused the carrier of the chainsaw to start the chainsaw again, the metal begins to fall into the door it had been placed up against. Awesome raises his pistol with comfort and control as he looks between heaven and hell aiming at the door being cut in half by a man with a chainsaw as Ray‘a exits the room and locks the door behind herself.

(The president stands up out of the chair with a hole in his head that begins rejuvenating from the inflicted damage left by Ray‘a, his left leg breaks out of the lock that it had been in for some time, as his body begins to transform in the shadows behind Awesome!

*Gunfire echoes louder than any fireworks could on the fourth of July in the oval room as some of the lights from the candles become lost into the air.

 (A pin from a grenade glides in the air as the grenade lands into the fireplace.) 

   The black eco became a loud confetti explosion of black charcoal dust once it ate threw the grenade and bounded with the gunpowder. The vibration of the steadily floors in the oval room begin rumbling to a powerful tremor, splitting apart like a baby coming out a mothers flower, all of the candles had went out in the room making it hard for Awesome to find his way through the stygian room, a clear glow escapes slowly out the cracks of the opening floor, the table and chair slides smoothly across to one side of the room. The depths of hell begin to open from beneath Awesome’s feet and the truth was becoming a bitter pill to swallow from all the cries below and still it wasn’t close to anything he could ever come close to fearing.

- Ray‘a 

 Ray‘a steps into the large and humid room that seemed as if it has not been entered in a longer time than the reopening of the bible, Ray‘a became unwell from thinking she killed her husband who she was feeding one of the six viruses from the “Backup Program”. 

  The viles had been requested from the United States army medical research institute of infectious diseases (located in Maryland) that had been stolen from the Russians to be injected into the president’s plan. (Not for himself) what she will be going to hell eventually for was pass an over due visit from the reaper himself. She traced the room with her eyes before noticing the digital microphone on the table in a room full of screens with HD visual of different locations around the world.

  Rushing towards the table in hopes of an emergency frequency that would be available, she listens while she barely noticed the earpiece that ended up resting in her right ear. Messing and moving wires around left Ray‘a feeling scared from how slow she was moving, Everything seemed wrong as her eyes silently rove the unoccupied space. (A voice calls from behind Ray’a underneath the desk.)

• Are you human?

• Yeah. (Feeling weird by the question that made logic sense only because Ray‘a hasn’t spoken a word since she entered the room.)

It was Gina Martinez, her son had been picked for the future back up program, he was her greatest sacrifice to America, A mother isn’t what everyone felt made her a citizen from across the boarder, but a hero! 

      Martinez steps into the light from underneath the desk in her silk skirt from off the    discount rack at Ross. Martinez glanced at Ray‘a as she inched herself towards the door.

• Bring back help when you go! (Ray‘a said as she resumed her search consecration in the crossover colors.)

• What now? (Gina quickly responded with a confused expression on her face)

• We going to blow this place up and escape out the air vent that leads to the west wing, you know where the escape hatch is. (She responded rushing herself due to the terror of what was behind that door, or who could be coming soon?

• Yes…I’ll get to the vent and get the screws off! (Gina said nervously speeding off)

 Something runs into the corner of Ray‘a eye but she continues into completing her task, Ms. Martinez is accompanied by an unknown figure behind her, making their way to the vent in her attempt of escaping the Whitehouse.

      Raya sets the override for 30 minutes as she damages and ripe cords out before heading to the vent, that Martinez has already started crawling away in. The door flies off the hinges and hits into the computer screen that displayed the visual countdown before the incoming explosion. The clock blinks off the screen changing from 30 to 20 minutes and once it re-appeared the countdown start from that moment on. The force of entry pushes Ray‘a off her balance making her drop to the ground by the forceful impact of wind. Flames begin to turn the room into a similar image of hell, as the small fires begin to enhance and grow.  

  The President walks into the room with an ego bigger than Johnny cage on the set of a new film, in all of what was unforgettable after first seeing. Once he made it to the center of the room his body pauses, he slowly mutates away the creation of what was worse than Hephaestus face. Shrinking out of his monstrous creation he called the evolution to America, he turns back into his original human form as if he had never been infected. It was all in his eyes if you looked closely into the red, but unlike many test subjects you heard about in other stories, the president was the first to have complete control over the beast he held inside of himself.

• I left and came back a god now. (He shouted raising his hands up, expecting to be praised by the invisible citizens standing around him.)

• You aren’t god, Mr. president! (Mr. Martinez shouted standing out in the open for him to see, hoping he could distract his ears from the sound of his wife crawling away in the vent.)

• Hello! (He said with a smile of appetite)  

• You a false hope for all who in America believed in you, Where is my son?

• He is at the program, ill happily take you!

• Don’t! (Ray‘a shouts in her hiding place on the ground, with her eyes meeting the presidents black “Thom Browie” buffed calfskin oxford over worn dress shoes.)

 The president falls into silence as his eyes scan the room like a terminator off the assembly line looking for Ray‘a. 

• O Ray‘a come on out and lets talk honey, baby?

• ...You know I have you to thank, you was right about the virus and its properties on the data you gathered of the substance, after years of experimenting with this one Russian vile of unknown gifts. (The president explains)

• We was suppose to change the world with what we had Mr. president (Mr. Martinez said walking closer toward the president without fear.)

Chop! (Instantly the top of Mr. Martinez head was sliced off from his jaw, leaving nothing but his tongue wigging freely in space, his body hits the floor with a spin as the top of his head finds the ground, it begins rolling across with a thin line of loyal blood tracing across the floor behind his body that collapse into the fire.)

BEEP BEEP! (The time continues to countdown with double digits no longer left (on the screen) 

• Should I call the cops? (The president laughed with enjoyment of all the excitement as the bonfire begins.)

• That’s up to you! (Ray‘a responds with eyes on the president, without revealing her location in the room)

• Enough! You are only alive for two reasons but ill give you one now. 

• What! (She shouted moving around the room, as he stood in one place responding)

• Where did you send the other four viles? (When “with whom” should have been the question)

9 minutes (left on the countdown)

Just amazed... at how he looked so normal even from a far. Like if he came back from hell and wasn’t punished expect in his burning red heated charring coal eyes, Ray‘a starts to put blame on herself after giving him the injection of the red vile that bonded to his blood during the transfusion. The fever didn’t kill him nor did the eating of his blood cells

8 minutes (left on the countdown) 

The president chuckled loud with the growing flames, Ray‘a takes a deep breath, centering herself. 

• I gave my life, my blood, sweat and tears of the love for this country, now that the lights are turned out around the world, we are in the dark fighting each other for survival and left behind over crumbs by our past leaders. (Ray ‘a responds to the president fast with time on her mind.)

• I’m still here even after everyone has ditched the party, (do that even matter? Ray ‘a wondered hiding behind a desk)

(The president closed his eyes as he listened to her heart bpm from the desk she hid behind)

Are you scared, goddammit! (The president asked in the direction of where she hides) 

(Popping up from behind the desk her gun instantly goes off, the bullet rotations into the president forehead.) 

The President shouts to the exit of the bullet leaving his skull, he bends over holding his head with an increasing anger almost at the peak of the hulks.

7 minutes (left as the screen flickers with a steady relentless rhythm to the countdown) 

The room full of overgrown technology begins to melt faster than the wicked witch of the west by the ongoing rage of 134 degrees of heat and over cooked Mexican flesh, Ray‘a starts racing towards the window while the gun is pointing at the president.

No! (The president’s inner monster shouts as his water jug head begins to mend back together.)

Just as... he looked up at Ray‘a the feeling of everything he ever worked so hard for and wanted more than anything else was getting away. (An empty voice from hell makes its introduction of final demands in the president’s mind)

6 minutes (left on the countdown) 

 - I love you was the second reason! (He spoke loud enough for Ray‘a to hear him and slow down in her movement) 

   Smoke hangs like a veil, blurring the few lights that haven’t blown out from the intense climate. Ray‘a stops in her tracks seven feet from the window, with one blink Ray‘a falls into a dream sequence of affectionate and flowery days that might had been more if not for her position of responsibility and power. By not expecting him to want more action towards their relationship rather than words to convince him she loved him more than the others that stood around him pretending that they did. His value for Ray‘a taught her heart to set upon him as her best friend before a lover or future partner. It didn’t change the president taking advantage of her strength and sensibility as he gave their love away without reason or moral consent regardless of her beauty, brains and thighs that are as perfect as a queen could be. It didn’t change that doing things you don’t want to do is how you make a relationship, and both never let their emotions completely obscure the act of love and commitment to each other’s hearts. (All because of the duties to America they put first before taking a chance at becoming stronger soul mates.)

• I love you too! (Accepting his guilt as her ammunition to kill him)

• You do? (He responded in bliss of ignorance, as he holds his hand out for her to take hold of.)

(Kill Her!) I'm okay Ray‘a… Honest I – (he begins stuttering)  

(Ray ‘a starts walking away from the window and towards the president with her gun still pointed at him)
He stares at his wife with promise that he could have her once again as the person she helped him become.

The president starts crossing the room to join Ray‘a in one last touch. 

The president couldn’t help but smile, making Ray‘a subtract trust from that moment and Ray‘a grips her gun with only five bullets left to be fired. 

4 minutes left! (To the countdown) 

The president stops moving by the look on her face changing, as raindrops fall out her pores due to the uncontrollable temperature.  

(She stops as well unsure of what he is going to do next?) 

He looked so normal in her eyes as she came closer with a final step, which made it all a lie, to him being anything of who he once was to Ray‘a or even the world.

3 minutes!  (show across the damaged screen) 

The president felt himself disappearing into the Russian creation, holding back the accepted parasite from interfering with his final words to the love of his life. The dark grey expensive navy suit begins to tear like his chooses on having to wear the same color everyday, while never wearing the same suit two days in a row. No matter the amount of times his suits are cleaned, pressed and carefully maintained. (So they always look new)

2 minutes left!

(The screen released smoke into its final minute before its explosion)

• Remember me as the man that found you first! (He blurred out into the hot air)

• I would never forget YOU! (Ray‘a said while releasing tears held back)

• Pulchritudinous isn’t enough to describe you, Do you think…(He chuckled coughing up blood and red worms)

• Sad this will be the last time you’ll see me (Ray‘a responds while stepping back from the president)

• Maybe… (The president said disregarding his next question, as he watched her pick up her pace back towards the window, wondering if she will regret not knowing what else he was going to say to her or would it have been useful later.

  Within a heartbeat the reflective house of presidency explodes into a thousand pieces of shattering timeless devastation from fearless actions had been knocked down.

    BOOM! – 

   Ray‘a crashes into the late summer lifeless neatly untrimmed grass, while rolling away from the explosion and broken glass as random objects quickly fall from the black sky mixed into the scar left on 1600 Pennsylvania avenue. The impact almost stops her heart from beating as she inhaled the cool senses of fresh oxygen that wasn’t subtracted by heat, after one gasp of air something leaps out of the ignition pyre, landing in the street covered in a scorching ember from the flares of the Whitehouse that ended up making a bigger conflagration than expected. 

    Ray‘a exhales a heavy amount of carbon dioxide into the air of falling red flakes of burning papers that slowly twirled down upon her like feathers from a phoenix out of the night sky. Ray‘a raised up off the lawn as her eyes image a quick slight image of structure on the north side of the white house grounds, her mind comes back to reality by the incoming hovering from the column of helicopters swooping in from the south. (Probably on they’re way to collect and extinguishing everything pertaining to the BL4 she figured.)

   The truth of what was coming and how well planned it was had be decided in front of her before all the celebrities picked and put in place to distract the weak minds. Before cloned Americans never noticed something being wrong with a Caucasian that didn’t age with time on screen. 

    All the rich that had random people that fit their description wear a mask to events the public never noticed, her mind naturally drift off deeper towards the future and the possibilities it holds for the deals made down the line of sacrifices. To the private space companies that ended up collaborating with the government to launch the first space exploration and…

(SHIT…Awesome! She remembered slowly coming back into reality from all her rambling as something creeps behind her, Ray‘a listens as the glare in her wide eyes die) 

  Silence…

The creature tongue extends out past Ray‘a ears and around her neck, as she doesn’t move to give herself a moment to think, as she watch the helicopters not far away land in front and behind the destroyed Whitehouse. One word, scream or sound and she was dead, but she at this moment was already dead in the trap she was clueless in solving like. So how bad would calling out for help would it be for Ray‘a she thought to herself as she felt the creature inched closer and closer to his prey that was everything he wanted without fear.

-Awesome 

Gradually the scurry sound of foot traffic became distant, papers blow across the pavement rising in the winds blowing through out the desolation, a white moonlight entered pass the charred rubble of ashes, the old rusty pipes and mice tracking the grounds of a underworld dungeon. Where the cold rich men would gather in this hell distant land of shadows, play deity before returning to the surface to their clueless wife’s with the word of the bible covering the excuse of sadistically behavior.  

• Am I died?

• I hope the year is still the same 

• I should have picked up when my mothers called! 

• I was the reason for the sacrifice of a new birth that took place that day

• I always thought I was a token, I never realized what April was into she was gone

• I forgot what my heart healing felt like before now

• I shouldn’t be alive!

• I think I can finally stand? (Atreyu I’m Sorry…)

… (Where am I?)

   A glow stick snaps as Awesome takes his time standing up, the infected parasite holding the chainsaw laid expired with a broken neck after braking Awesome’s fall into the basement of the Whitehouse, the elevator behind him was destroyed from the enormous explosion above. The darkness behind him wasn’t dismissed as he approached closer to the light down at the other end of what wasn’t blocked off. 

Feeling as if something was behind Awesome, he walked down the clean tunnel of glass crystals that began to copy the color of his black blood shining deeper into the darkness, no natural light, no windows, everything was boarded up around the glass tunnel. Electric lights ran around the shaping of the tunnel in stripes confirming there was a generator down here.

• Where did it lead? (Awesome wondered heavily)

       The tunnels started to fill up with crying angels in forgiveness to all sin, a mess of dark truth hid further into the tunnels of the Whitehouse. Awesome walks into he is at the intersection of two paths leading out of the tunnel that seemed like their was no way out, since the original way out to the surface was blocked off, Awesome pulls out his pistol and instantly puts his pistol away and pulls out his shotgun as Awesome gets a full solid grip of the shotgun in between his hands. Awesome brushed his fingers across the utility belt underneath his robe of the remaining shotgun cartridges, Awesome starts counting like he was in kindergarten teaching again… before stopping at eight, Awesome licked his dry lips with his wickedly perfect sharp white teeth that are stained with black blood, with no reveal of his crooked J.cole smile. No more investing in wasted time he thought as Awesome walked left, away from the familiar sounds of children wishing & praying to see their parents, friends and sunlight for one last time. Awesome looked back to see if anything was following him, on the other hand he instinctively freezes up to the thought of what the president could be doing with winey kids in cages engraved with the pizza hut logo on them. (Was that the secret to the sweet happiness taste from the sauce? Little did the children know, it was safer in the cages into the president ate them later. Either way by 2027 pizza hut delivered more pizza by drones than any other food chain.) 

       His breath suddenly turns cold as Mt. hood; grimacing in all his ignored pain he started walking deeper into the dimly secluded tunnel with a snap of another glow stick. Covering himself in full darkness as he moves like the green lantern closer towards all the unknown horrors ahead, Awesome glances around with a slime time green glow stick as guidance moving forward. 

The tunnel walls showed visible bloodstains on them; Awesome slows down listening while walking at his own unnatural speed. 

Awesome (his eye’s got slightly focused as he gripped the shotgun handle tighter) 

He continued walking while reviewing the final assignment in his mind, poring himself into the details the president gave in the file. 

The words of the president played back in awesome’s mind like a tape recording (“While that don’t stop the program”, What program was he referring too Awesome wondered rewinding the presidents words back?) 

What the heck, did the president mean? As the image of his infected cephalic and basilica veins traveling across his skin, starts becoming visible again in his mind.

     The tunnel grows longer as piles of human remains stacked like medium size mountains of snow in the dark against the tunnel walls. Skulls, rib cages, tibias, and even the femurs had been picked clean of flesh without a maggot left insight. Some of the skulls had large canines that no doubt provide the cross experimentation of animal and children had still been happening after being first exposed in 2028. Bone fragments became lumps of salt further into the tunnel and Awesome kept walking.

(A rushing sound of smashing glass breaking had entered the tunnels with a rumble from above, The high frequencies of shattering glass hitting the ground moved thought out the tunnels like coins in a laundry mat.)

Awesome listens for where the sound had come from, a wind picks up from nowhere with a swirling strange humming cry made Awesome turn completely around.

Something seems… A MAN appears standing at the end of the tunnel (Come to me and lets end this now!) 

An anomaly creature, to say the least with the tail of a lion stood waiting for Awesome at the very entrance of the tunnel. (Awesome knew he wouldn’t stop following him, but killing him somehow inherently seemed more savage at this moment, unless needed by his next actions.)

Awesome starts walking backwards with his eyes on the unknown figure? 

Awesome stops as a black beam of light hits him in the right eye like a disco ball at a 70’s nightclub.

The man was all kinds of creepy from what awesome could view.

Awesome takes one last look before turning the corner that led him towards the black beam of light, the MAN stands in the same place with no movement. He only stares at Awesome leaving out of sight. 

(A voice) 

The sound of a clicking on Awesome time watch became louder than usual, like the sound of an executive pendulum set of six steel balls that bang into one another from strings, that held hope and patience to a persons fears exploited by desires. 

Up until now everything was just a myth to Awesome’s judgment on what life meant.

Awesome starts to only wondered if that was the president!

• Who was that MAN?

 Awesome footsteps became a grapevine sending off a whisper for something that was emerging closer towards Awesome from out of the darkness with a shedding of desiccated flesh, white lidless eyes and a long black marble tongue that moved like a snake out the raw mouth of an open wound. Awesome listens to the incoming wind that felt like an Oregon coast wave of one thousand bowling balls coming his way, Awesome listened closely with his eyes closed as he draws and raise his gun.

The fusion birth of a demon slope at full speed leaping towards Awesome, the gun goes off with Awesome stepping to the side as the creature hits the ground and slides across the floor of the cemetery tunnel. 

Awesome glances around in the dark before walking back the way he came. 

(The MAN is gone. No trace of him.) 

Awesome wasn’t convinced “He’s gone”. 

Awesome figured the man sent that creature or was it down here loose already, Awesome stood in place thinking while empting out the used shells before reloading in the pitch-black tunnel. (He snaps another glow stick after reloading) 

Wondering if it was safe to move towards the black beam yet again? 

Awesome waited before turning the corner, as he repeated it to himself for confirmation He's gone. He-! (Awesome takes one last look at the entrance of where the MAN stood before turning back towards the black beam of light. The MAN is back standing in the same position. No movement. Awesome stares at him without blinking.) 

Awesome needed the MAN to come closer like the creature a moment ago did, Awesome eyes begin to open more at the assault of black light coming out the door hole.

  He removes all focus on the MAN and heads to the black light and eventually Awesome pulls up to a steel door that said BL4 with the words PLAN B stamped above it. A peephole revealing a black light shines into Awesome’s eyes of where he finally placed them. Looking in the peephole seemed more freighting than the unheard screams behind the walls of Gilead Florida; Awesome didn’t understand what he was seeing as Awesome placed his hand against the steel door unsure about taking another peek. Awesome grabs on the slide door handle ready for the potential dangerous he would possibly face once inside, Air rushes pass Awesome escaping with another door in front of it. Awesome turns back around confused to see the figure of the MAN standing at the corner in-between the black beam of light looking like a child of Lilith, with strong features that resemble a undiscovered animal.

    After taking a good look the door quickly opened making Awesome fall in without having to enter the key he found on the presidents assistant and hope it would work, he took a breath before the door closed and locked its self behind him. The room that was a database of unknown individuals held in rows, each locked in a glass case with gold edges making the subjects worth more than Heidi Horten jewelry on display, not even the pink star could come close to the cost of the clear fluid nutrient meals being released threw a straw into their mouths. A harsh light beats down over a bleak, clean and clothed in all grey body. A middle age male in the glass case had a wearable computing device covering his entire face. 

(The clear tube being the only thing that remains visible until the tube falls behind the steel table.)

  The walls had been all covered in words and index from the world before, Awesome is quiet and deliberative noticing the autopsy tables in the center of the large brick room, the lights above became lit with detection from every step Awesome took. The graffiti of mixed symbols and markings that blended in with the scriptures on the walls of another tongue couldn’t be read. Forgetting how he feels with what is really in front of him, the lie of all Americans given the freedom to be one. White skin men laid in rows of multiple bodies that filled the room of questions. Awesome notices a small ball entering his atmosphere as it runs a genetic scan over him, within seconds a hologram projection springs up in front of Awesome, releasing a figure of legislative authority.

Arati Prabhakar stood in front of Awesome with no greeting of a smile, flooded with a blue light in the room that pulses with a life of its own.

Arati (“Welcome Awesome Turner; you have not been expected to arrive for another 10 years or so!”) 

Can I help? (Folding her hands in front of her)

• Honestly I was expecting the TVA or Eric lander with excitement for the new era! (Awesome responded)

• Funny maybe you should get to the questions, or would you like me to tell you when you are going to die Awesome? (Arati said hoping he would call her bluff)

• Hum… (Awesome wondered what would the hologram get by seeing him with an attitude.)

• So what is this place? (Awesome spoke in a respectful tone)

• This is the 0.0!

• WHAT? (Awesome responded looking for clarification to what 0.0 was) 

• 0.0 stands for the “Other Option” the goal was to transplant parts of women into men with a functional uterus and ovaries, the males picked would become pregnant asexually and give birth without the need of a female.

• … (Awesome stood in silence to what he just heard as yakko, wakko and dot run and jumped around in his head from what Arati had just told him.)

The darkest future couldn’t be imaged, forget vulvoplasty this was passing the level of extinction over power and control in recreation to the dismissal of roe vs. wade and so much that represented female choice.

• So who great idea was this? (Awesome wondering)

• Vannevar Bush (She responds)

• This place has to be destroyed (Awesome spoke with April in his ear)

• I wouldn’t advice that…unless you risk so much you cant fix later! (She responded)

• What do you mean? (Awesome questioning her warning if he did)

• The tunnels go up miles into you reach 10236 Charing Cross rd. 

Awesome was in a underground world of cites, warehouses and actual homes filled with families down in the tunnels that all connected miles apart, the outer world wasn’t this quiet to the eyes and ears above. (You couldn’t even escape unless you are guided out, or knew the way out.)

• Or make a way out, either way none of that matters anymore (Awesome said walking to the center of the room)

• I’ll think twice about what you are attempting to do right now Awesome.

• I think I know… I have a good idea on the outcome too! (Awesome expressed) 

• Everything is connected down here…(Atria explained following behind Awesome)

• What’s the “Backup Plan” (Awesome asked Arati while feeling his waist for his C4 on the utility belt)

• The backup plan was created by the president to in sure the future of culture existence. 

• So why are they’re only white males down here?

• There are black males also but more for the reproduction of strong slaves to be guards and controlled soldiers later mainly. 

Awesome looked at the hologram with a disgusted face for the unnatural abomination towards his faith and beliefs, forget science to the innocent shed of blood, the haughty eyes and lying tongue connected to the heart that devises a wicked adultery of fornication.

• Who is Zart? (Awesome asked with open ears awaiting Atria’s response)

The hologram freezes like stitch 626 did when he had a glitch back in 2005, Awesome noticed the fuels box further to the back of the room that stretched out with rolls of men in glass cases. Once Awesome reaches the back of the somewhat lab, Awesome noticed a experimentation of the first actual half white and half black human figure floating in a tube beside the fuse box switch. Awesome starts walking up closer towards the box while staring at the mulatto creation in the tube. Awesome looked back over to Atria rebooting in the place she froze. 

The thoughts of the wicked are an abomination to the Lord.  

Awesome takes one last look at something only David hockney or Claude Monet could paint in the capture of what Awesome saw in this room as a whole.  

Atria comes back into full control after her malfunction from the question asked a moment ago.

• Zart is 1 out of 4 children picked for the New Age of rebirth!

• Thank you for all your honesty Atria (Awesome responds with his hand on the handle) 

Are you seriously going to shut this down? (Atria wondering with worry)

Yes. (Awesome said with a blank look on his face the size of Africa)

 Okay! You left me no choice… (The hologram disappears setting off the emergency alarms for a 101 lock down) 

  Awesome could hear the roaches screaming in a spinning scramble further up in the tunnels, Atria unlocking the main door Awesome entered from earlier to let the MAN in, The huge masked figure stands squealing before the door, letting the MAN inside the room Atria quickly reclosed the door shut after). 

(Awesome bent down behind a glass case drawing his pistol, as the loud alarms repeat like a clock on a Monday morning before school into silenced.)

On the desk to his left, Awesome’s eyes discover an orange journal. 

Awesome grabs the journal in silence as he listens for the MAN to approach at some point, he creeps around the room placing the C4 underneath the tables still. 

(Awesome freezes as the huge man clothed in a heavy armor walking pass where he had hid, the tail moves across the ground like a pinball on the loose.) 

Silence grows with Awesome maneuvering around the glass cases, moving quickly before the MAN with the tail could sneak up on Awesome in a bitter amusement.

The MAN spots Awesome’s shadow as rage consumes the beast that grows in the face of an infected growling threat with a tail.

Awesome runs out into the open as the MAN roars with his hands waving left to right flipping the glass cases into each other out of his way, shattering the glass into tiny diamonds across the floor in attempt of grabbing Awesome. Awesome flips over a glass case and see something sleep by birth in a peacefully vision. Tears release out his eyes with a scream louder than Jill drake, While yelling louder then Annalisa wrap; Awesome pulls a second pistol out and points both pistols at the MAN running in a charge towards him. The bullet shells flew across the fearless eyes of death as the MAN catches three bullets in the shoulders, He spins losing his footing pulling himself to the ground, the MAN tumbles hitting his head on the golden trimmed edge of the glass casket with a long shadow washing over him. Awesome points the gun in his left hand at the head of the MAN pulling the trigger, splattering dark syrup of the MAN’S thick blood across the floor coating the fake diamonds on the ground from the glass cases.

 A painfully long moment of silence sets into the ringing alarm, a lull between his bloodshot eyes of disbelief escapes out of Awesome.

ARTIA! Awesome scouts stepping off the glass case that was releasing air like steam from the crack left by the MAN. 

Arati appears with no remorse on her face. 

• Why is there a baby in this glass case?

• It’s a rare test subject with the blood of a stockman (She responded nervous by what he would do next?)

• Interesting (Pata Seca…Awesome whispered) 

• Blacks are what make up the history of this white story you think is wrong; you can’t escape from any of this in the end. (Arati responds to his comment on the whole idea) 

• Figures! (Funny…Hopefully history doesn’t repeat its self to many times.)

• There wouldn’t be any white people without black people, (Its very simple) this is the only history!

• But black can exist without white Arati, because together over time the black will out color the white in dominance.

• Correct Awesome… but that’s just not the way the story of time was written to go yet. Later laws will be made against anyone of color breeding without permission, due to the rise of at home births in America  (Arati spoke with concern)

• History can’t be changed but the future can (Awesome said with reinsurance)

• It can but we got another 40 years before we see any of that happening since the first part of the war we are in just ended.

• First part? (Awesome repeated it to himself)

Awesome stops for a minute by the war not being over but only inaudible before it picks up again, Awesome continuing to place more C4 under random glass cases around the room that isn’t totally destroyed became the objective. 

Arati walked behind Awesome to try talking him out of what he was about to do (before it was to late!) 

Awesome? (She spoke to collect his full attention)

• What? Because I thought genocide days was seen as enough in sending a message?

• April is alive (She said with a serious tone)

• You witch, after all of this? (Turning around to hear the next response from the hologram Arati)

• If I tell you where she is, will you stop from making a very big mistake?

 Yeah? (Awesome said lying with his fingers crossed behind his back.)

(Lights flash to the grow of growling intercutting the following conversation)

The growling begins growing, making it hard for Arati to reveal Aprils location to Awesome. 

The MAN rises from the ground like a zombie and angrier than before. (Awesome rushes to the switch and pulls the handle cutting the power to the entire tunnel, unlocking the door of the room he was in and others in the tunnel.

Once out the room Awesome hit the fuse on the device that actives the C4 electrically, the blast from the bombs ended up blowing into the main tunnel, knocking Awesome down to the rumbling of everything potentially collapsing. The second’s pass before he stands back up completely, Awesome face is bleeding into his hands that are now covered in black now. Running flat out down the tunnel leading into the open path of the main tunnel, explosions and smoke filled the tunnels with panic for the life below the surface. 

Cars whip past on the highway above as Awesome is stumbling, gasping and panting for air, coughing up blood as he slowly starts losing consciousness from his wounds starting to reopen. Delirious to his enormous lose of blood Awesome moves slow taking a shorter breath each step.

His eyes blinking into the pool of forming tears welled from deep inside, the plodding spill of ink split down Awesome’s face. Awesome mind was tangled to the lack of receiving more oxygen to his organs, breathing with less control of the blood circulation to his black heart.

And finally all loitering was , Awesome walked in his pride of what he felt proud to be coughing and spilling blood from his mouth in a final look at all before lying perfectly still in a blessed silence to all that was without power as well as to all without fear.

Harold-

Intro: Bleye

  In the beginning the war and disease had transformed the world into a dangerous place. Isolation seemed, as if it was the only result for safety.

 Everything was treason, but still simple, in the mix of lies and feelings we all wanted that money couldn’t buy.

  After the third war we decide to separate our self’s from any race or religion we didn’t want to see anymore, the only result was killing for superiority in culture within the United States increased.

 Before world war 4 the wipeout act commenced leaving everyone in the world to perpetuate with the myth of white superiority once in for all, after the other cultures grew stronger together, they later decided to separated after not seeing a citizenry anymore of when Caucasian was thought of.  

 This sparked the Forgiveness Forever act, which ended slavery on paper that didn’t say reparations across it. Anyone white to be killed, or captured if able was out of the question. (This only became trepidation mixed in with anger that equaled only a countless number of deaths that was the largest toll in the United States.)  

 The war in culture diffusion begun rewinding us into just colonies, while we pushed sinful energy on each other, by force with continuation of pain, invading and collecting children since they were more valuable than a bar of gold. 

 The word superior was given to the Russians that the president of the United States worked for; Lies that became rain with the system had changed with time. Before this was brought forth into existence, a wave of silence and passive aggressive ignorance started to pass over America like a hex that was stronger than the curse in the dirt of Oregon.

I guess when I sit and look back on how everything was before accepting the empty feeling that is gone when you stop caring and believe in what we all did. Peace & Freedom didn’t exist anymore after silence had become golden with the return of slavery becoming an amulet after the wars. 

This sparked more killing as nothing had been learnt, 250 million whites was killed with the result of chopping heads and placing them all over for another white person to see, if they came across one. This caused whites to vanish once it became a sport of finding one, some died worse than others, some found in holes full of water floating with a chain attached to their ankles, others buried and burnt alive. The rest of the world felt walking amongst the white seemed to fit the new age. It didn’t take long for them to return with a different attitude than before and they finally for the first time understood they’re place was no longer above the forgotten but always below the rest.

        (But that’s all just made up, unless someone other than me told you it was?)

Chapter 0: If I’m Dreaming

The man interprets the world in various ways; at some point change is decided.

To

My

King

“Father, Dad, Sir”

 I’m nothing like my father, but everything he is not… If you really want to know, sure I guess ill tell you. How he is extremely needy, and he enjoys alone time personally. Dad is desperate but not with his thoughts that typically are slow and deliberate. Often a weirdo at the times before father is misunderstood when in his deep truth, to women a Sir, gentlemen of an established king. Not far from the hidden creep and freaky thoughts women would take to their liking, enough to want nothing more than him. (I figured it was for a taste of his masculine ego and loving side you couldn’t sell or buy if rich.) When showing his wife love and affection in doing all the things she wanted him to was hard to ignore, most call that a weak man over a extremely member of the family, a sucker that can be pushed over like a bitch. Dad is the one who takes care of the entire family in all aspects of earning the bread and butter that kept use blind, ungrateful and ignorant to the world he faced for us to have all we did and regardless of all we didn’t have father tries without rest usually to do his best to fulfill all the demands of mother. Father was a man that wouldn’t overthink or regret his decisions based off the comfort of others or his family, as we got older. Father is integrity; respectful to fools and responsible to his emotional side as a man, to all his teaching towards Arrow and me on the valuable life lessons through his previous actions were stories after the point was made. I‘ve seen him fail to exhibit the qualities of not caring where he struggled to upkeep the positive role model image that left when work called with dad always ready to fill in. That’s how he won moms hand in marriage at pencey academy, Dad seemed to not be allowed to live in the past making him the cool homeboy to all of whom he forgave with a perfect amount of respect in hoping they wouldn’t be unhappy or angry anymore after betraying him. Dad stood very secure in him self and accepted all the things around him that he can’t change, the protector side of father secretly out shined the provider of our necessities and disciplinarian.

   Father knows how to interact with sensitivity that came with a small amount of affection and fair amount of patience depending on the matter at hand. To the degree of forgiving my father for having the thought of thinking it was okay to put me in danger as a boy. Mother would never complain about the on going moving for dads dreams that always came with a catch, the trust and support was enough to get us out the forgotten areas that begin to stop getting refills at supermarkets, houses on our block that had been broken into at the dig up of all the time put into backyard labor that only was appreciated by the taste from the crack of a mason jar that marinated on display over the time period of when they had been preserved into up stock. Today the common man has the power to enjoy much less of only what the rich provides yesteryear. Prior to the capitalism of the way the rich amassed great wealth was by looting, enslaving and plundering the communities during the searching of who could supply the demand for food, water and resources faster. Gates being pushed up high into it stood still waiting to be attached with another gate, as neighbors exit their tombs and line up for what was decided for them to have before given nothing later. Dad buried the box and may have abscond from our old life but father was still in his mind of thinking he had to stay a warrior that did not show any emotion to the death and unknown result of what he would become if he lost anyone of us.

  My dad was silent, simple, fair and always looked pretty run-down from all the endless time into a coffee cup, countless trips back and forth to the job that extended our living while hunted by those who lost control over our minds and way of thinking in the United States. Dad always was unheard like the ending to a book, never share when to eat, rest, laugh or get more comfortable than mother. That being only half the reason why we moved out of Hollywood and of course all the current world events played a big part in a father only waiting his family to grow up to be the product of what his children was around, all that Arrow and me had to witness first hand on the day to day bases of growing up was a blessing if he only knew. Taking things easy couldn’t be further from the truth of this dreadful crummy old brick house we are living in now that might have efflorescence on it leaching in from the spoil around the house that entered pass the plaster and lath walls made from toxic poisonous dyes. Yet a jaguar was the first purchase once father got a promotion; his dream car became a return with not enough for even a ticket back home to where time seemed untouched (New Hampshire), not even close to four thousand bucks was placed in dads hands for the keys that day. 

 We stop feeling, pretending and looking rich before we had the chance to bite the fruit and become it. 

 On the same day my father’s best friend “Edwin” had came over pretending to not be panicking, nervous, and frighten all together. As father stood outside waiting to come face-to-face in the autumn hues of the vibrant leaves with shades of orange, yellow and red that had falling below from the trees. The silence was cold as the sounds of the gentle rustling from the leaves that could be heard with a breeze. It was exhilarating and frustrating trying to get a glimpse past the twisted upwards tree branches reaching for the rare sunlight blocking my full view of the male figure walking up the discontinued end of where there was little to no houses or socialization left. 

 I had been sitting by the window reading Black Blood Part 4 while chewing a piece of Disney: Yum-Gum (the flavor was Disney magic with the similar taste of bubblicious and bubble yum fused into a small but heavy cube that was hard as a jawbreaker at first attempt of chewing or crushing with your teeth, once the tongue sublingual minerals in the salivary glands from the spit have broken up the Lego shaped piece of gum into a powdery playdoh that reformed into a yummy endless chew. The best part was it didn’t lose flavor or loss its form of texture into after about two hours of chewing it). 

   The sun cast its unforgiving heat of torture onto whoever had dare to come in contact with it this summer, a bad idea that most didn’t understand. I understood from my history teacher Ms. Goldberg, when I was sent to a boarding school in Pennsylvania called “Pencey Preparatory Academy”. Of course we all have a favorite teacher Ms. Goldberg who was beautifully short, wide, sharp and extremely unapologetic with a smile that resembles the beauty of a spiderwort. (When she wasn’t sleeping with wrinkly old Mr. Spencer on the weekends.) Only than our eyes connected and I could watched her mouth move as if there was no sound and I could read every word from her lips, until our eyes weren’t linked any longer. She happen to do a lesson explaining how the sun activity does influence earths climate to some extent with the impact increase of global warming being much smaller than compared to human induced factors.

   Before Ms. Goldberg started erasing the chalkboard of lost and forgotten wisdom. She spoke of the sun by 2030 continuing to undergo its natural process with changes of a catastrophic stellar explosion. Which we often called a supernova without all the extra dramatic extremely low chances of that ever happening, but than her eyes connected again with mine and I followed every word off her lips as if it was my favorite song playing on the radio.

 I open my ears more to her explaining how if this was to occur, the events could have a significant effect on earths magnetosphere and would disrupt satellites, promote individual solar storms while eliminating power grids and communication systems, due to the suns magnetic fields around the north and south pole switching places around the time. It was hard not to respect and love anyone that was a science or historical presence of the current time period. Especially when EPA came forward not long after about the benefits of drinking sun charged water that could improve your ulcers, energy, acidity, mood and keeping your gut happy. Yes all a government moves to make us buy more salted water we believed was safe and purified from other contaminants. However nothing was worst than the leaders of the world, who didn’t stop the usage of chemtrails that helped block out the sun in the morning and evening so we couldn’t sun gaze for 30 minutes a day anymore.

 I could hear Edwin voice at his lowest tone, He wasn’t a puppet or a terrible father but his actions grated him a longer career with an iron pressed freshly reserved seat in hell once he arrived. Deep down Edwin knew later he would have to pay for all his lies, dirty deeds and false promises that haven’t caught up to him yet. Edwin 46, well dressed, once in shape, grey headed, dry face, silly guy with a heart that was hard to see if not shown. My dad said he meet Edwin at pencey prep during a polo match, before he traded up to catch a football. Edwin fumbled the ball during a match with Saxon hall and instead of committing suicide off pencey lost, he dropped out and than disappeared with all his credits from the four subjects that got the ax right along with his families legacy of camel-hair fur coats sold in a store off campus. Edwin later married Crystal (Selma thurmer daughter) who was already pregnant with Edwin’s child, she never told her parents or said goodbye to only disappear with Edwin and later birth Claire, Eddie, Robert, and Paul. They were all born back-to-back three months apart. (Close in age with me was Claire who was the definition of the word brat.) 

   Not so much after years of learning and growing Edwin daughter had been picked up by a boy she lied about knowing from school that ended up trading her to traffickers, while her parents were to busy trying to fix their happiness over insuring she still had hers. It became to late and ended up impossible on her prom night to find her, this being the last time her parents saw her or either of them ever having another argument again. The boy was captured if you’re wondering, sure in court he was reluctant of showing emotion but made it clear he was given two things after trading Claire off, “a total of forty five thousand dollars” once she was released from him into prostitution and the gift of seeing “the sunrise the next day” he told the judge before the final verdict. 

  Since than Edwin wasn’t much of a jolly figure to be in the same elevator with for to long, he became a coffee drinking, blue collar, pencil pusher for his father Clifford later on. Clifford was scum with a hint of mystery in his eyes that was never framed, Edwin stayed under the thumb of his father who is the only suspect that was never questioned on the disappearance of his niece. Edwin wrote a book after called a “Goldfish With A Secret” after the private detectives stop calling, the wanted poster became faded with her vivid image and becoming the air we breathe with her name unmentioned out of respect for all that had be stolen and lost. Edwin’s mind begun to snap like all the dreams Crystal had of Claire being back in bed, after three months his wife was found with a broken wine bottle in the neck by Mr. zambesi-jr (our biology teacher). If I ever had a chance to not remember all kinds of stuff I would be a lot happier, starting with Claire face, her frazzled messy hair, and them damn blue eyes that always seemed worried but looked one hundred percent innocent. Edwin family became advertised in about a thousand magazines in search of Claire, Causing his removal from of his fathers last will, for causing his family company to much negative press and for the atrocious large payout the Thurmer’s got after all the convictions towards Edwin. (No one healed after that day)

…how do you even start really after all that?

  A picture of both my dad and Edwin hangs up in the living room of them standing on a cannon that looks as if it could have been used in the revolutionary war, the only thing at the left on the end of the photo was the words thomsen hill.  

Dad started laughing, making my heartbeat volumetrically increases, turning my head quickly at them again in full confusion? My father turned his back at Edwin looking at me with a smirk that he was in a lighter mood, then raising his head slowly up to the sky that was grey now with drones flying where their use to be birds. He continued walking towards the front door with Edwin following behind him into the house. I removed my presences from the window before seeing Edwin or he me. Closing the window and walking further away from the smell I ignored of burning bodies that became the new oxygen that floated in Elk Horn.

 I exit my room making my way down the steps, I find a seat on the middle of the steps leading off to the front door, my dad enters and heads to the kitchen pretending not noticing me on the steps, Edwin walks in closing the front door and locks it behind him.

• You want a beer? 

• Sure Harold or hot chocolate! (Edwin responded)

• Ugh the years, I remember when it was only Atlantic monthly and everything smelling like Vick nose drops!

• Before fencing in New York or after? (They both chuckled)

• What Up Zart! (Edwin said with an smile)

• Bud Or a Rona? (Cutting me off before I could enter, removing Edwin’s focus off me)

Edwin walks away into the kitchen and takes a seat at an oval shaped table; my dad placed a corona light beer in front of Edwin before walking over to take a seat. As they both take their seats, I stayed silent as the time went by with words to topics from their past lives.

Edwin falls back into his chair with a comfortable swag as he straightens his back up. He breathes deeply. 

(Clears throat)

 He and I could here my mother coming up stairs from out the basement. (Father silently drooling the waiting of seeing her grace him with her power over him.) My mother walks out the basement into the kitchen closing windows, (she looked at Edwin and nodded as her way of saying hello to him)

-You can get some privacy in the basement (she spoke softly as the electronics are getting un-plugged)

- Privacy like the Egyptians that were an ancient race of Caucasians residing in one of the northern sections of Africa. (Edwin said with a smirk)

- Certainly a dirty trick full of crap don’t you think Edwin? (Mother replied)

Edwin took a sip of his beer… swallowed it and responded. 

 - I think I miss the lagoon in central park before the ducks would disappear due to it getting all icy and freezing up.

• How was Elkton hills Edwin? (My father quickly asked while Edwin sipped his beer once more.)

• Besides the phonies I was surrounded by, like Mr.Haas! Hum I guess so? 

• While I was alone living in the ossenburger memorial wing (Father responded in the mix of remembering his college life)

• Until you meet me and we moved to New York (Mother said with a kiss on Harold’s lips, while tossing her arms over his shoulders.)

• Remember our neighbors? (Edwin said while have another sip)  

• Chrissie? Or the two prostitutes living together (Mother said with father laughing after, but stopped by the change in Edwin face structure.

(The room went completely mute to me!)

   I begun to think back after hearing her name again, back to the day Chrissie body stroked the wall as my bed frame rocked to the amount of forced released over into my room. Her screams got louder than the ‘great quake’ being formed, as her boyfriend told her to shut up about the paint color, It was almost close to insulting. So it was hard to not think about it at this point in time, honestly it was really unfair of her to ask for, even if it was almost Christmas. You was better off asking for a Play Station infinite, Apple aloe skin care that was good for your skin just because they said so, most would even be happy accepting rent. However ironically enough after Beyoncé’s skin tone paint was released it was all any girl wanted, after the 3rd and final act of renaissance this was the last important priceless thing left for a female to be able to brag about having, it had become something that made you feel of feminist power, and think more than just in a gender equality movement to all staring into the paint, the ad could never leave my mind “if it wasn’t enough to change your home than its not good for your skin tone”, the atmosphere of being what ever that was… became something of your home that was more life like for becoming a queen like yoncé herself. After an hour or less and shared by Tik Tok users, the #YoncePaint hit all stores including Sherwin Williams and Home Depot, as girls and guys from all around the world was ordering it by the minute. Some even flying across the country in hopes of getting a can, while most only had the desire of eating it, in hopes of just becoming yoncé their self. Girls a little later would cover they entire body with the result of indelible to the skin perpetually. Jasmine who was announced in 2020 as her biggest fan had sold three of her husbands cars to get just one can of yoncé paint, even more crazy how the official “alien chrome” paint mixed with a glittery substance that looked almost like Barbie vomited into a can releasing a rainbow of strength and freedom into outer space. This only united the world once again, yoncé coming from out of space and stepping off a ufo in her “Repackaged Act” promo commercial to the cool packaged test tubes with a pour as shiny and light as the last drop of syrup from Canada. It was given to fans free during the 4th Renaissance period that had sold out worldwide due to being a unexpected surprise of unreleased songs from all three acts. Regardless of the fact that it was her most appreciated album. Beyoncé would leave the Internet for 10 years before anyone ever could see her outside again. Tired of all the media reversed responses about her family, nothing changed the fact that one can of paint is worth as much as five kids on your tax return.

Edwin spoke again, getting me out of my memories from back in New York!

(I faded back into the conversation of wherever they at now…)

• So…Ongoing communications have been very productive. You can imagine my delight when I received the first indication, regarding the existence of “Roc Utopia” from my particular source. 

-     We now officially know it harbors its own subsurface ocean and has crops with an atmosphere of peace and freedom. 

My dad eyes got wide as he spoke quickly after…

• Do you know how he’s doing it? (my dad curious)

• I believe with a water vapor plume but however we can both agree that this is truly

Groundbreaking for a new world as a whole…

(Before specking again my dad pauses for Edwin to continue on…)

 -There isn’t any need for us to assist them in any capacity, except I have to wait on my arrangement for me to meet with a contingent of Roc Utopia who will visit me in the very near future.

                     (Edwin drinks a sip of the beer)

  -“Yes there it is now,” my dad shouted with excitement as he looked over to my mother for a response; she gave silence and calmness to his energy with the result of him subtracting his tone that was lingering.

  Edwin took another sip with a dotish look on his face, tilting his head as the bottle taps ever so gently without creating any friction with the hanging light hollering over the beer bottle.

My mother stopped moving and finally spoke, stopping time instant.

- How will you manage the trip? And how do you expect to get pass the Hunters from the south?

 My Dad spoke again before Edwin could answer her

-I’m still stuck on the waiting list part. (He whispered under my mother’s question.)

After chugging down the beer Edwin places the bottle down with ease and smirks, making my dads eyes cut at Edwin with suspicion.

-I have a map? (Edwin sings out) 

My mother turned around and looked at him to see in his eyes, if he was speaking truth

-Now, I’m not going to ask how? (My dad eyes cut at Edwin as he lifts up from his seat walking over to the refrigerator to grab him another beer.)

My mother spoke as my dad begin to step around the kitchen with the beer in his hand. 

• This possible ally, can you trust?

• No I can’t, remember to TRUST NO ONE! (Edwin tells my mother)

He responded with frustration in his final three words. As my dad places the second beer in front of him, Edwin begins to reach in his inner coat pocket while continuing to talk. 

• I think we should have everyone here for this. (Edwin suggested openly) 

• Everyone is here? My dad said with a sharp look on his face.

The walkie-talkie that sat on a shelf near my dad’s knee went off?

• Hi Uncle ED…with laughter (Chirp Bleep)

My mother smiled at Edwin and started laughing, than my dad chuckled and just like that a moment and a new memory was created. It felt warm like a reunion until the doorbell went off with an added knock after?

-Silence echoed off making everyone like lions watching prey, unfortunately we all knew what was behind that door.

-    Ill go get the door…(My mother said picking up speed toward the door)

Coming! 

My mother begin walking to the door as Edwin grabbed his gun, my father grabbed his shotgun that sat beside the walkie-talkie. I blinked and like Barry Allen my father was standing behind the door ready as my mother approached the door, with her left hand on the top lock and right on the door knob.

• You ready? (Mother asked as my father nodded his head)

The door opens with an X-bot standing a few feet away; a red beam the size of a dot was released from out the chest onto my mother’s forehead blinking, as it became a parallel full body scanner.  

• Miss. Jackson is everything all right, we have an alert about the disconnection from all of your devices at this location

• Oh, so I unplugged everything to prevent my son from using them to get the answers for his homework.

 The X-bot was a manufactured cybernetic endoskeleton that appeared human but really wasn’t ever able to completely resemble humans in appearance or full performance at first, honestly the world seemed to accept them more when released to the world instead of seeing them as a distraction. Almost a few years ago all the depressed humans went fucking crazy at best buy for the first model release, once the cease-fire act was signed and guns couldn’t be brought or found anymore. The first model replaced mothers in the kitchen so they had more time to go do whatever they wanted and fathers being unable to save their energy and time for their families, friends and themselves with more than only time to work, had became a thing of the past. 

 The X-bot came with simple repetitive features that made human comparable task look simple, making the second model provided consistency of quickness in killing, hunting and protection. Soon all the cops got an X-bot as a partner by the way of what X-bots provided the American people, No more pointless killing based off race or greed for power and more money become the new peace. Cops weren’t replace but started quitting before retirement, when they’re pay was cut and split with X-bot for updates. Cops didn’t disappear until the third models had the ability to stick to the police officer pledge finally; this is what started a petition for termination of the program entirely. (Unfortunately it was to late)

 X-bots became the replacement for what became known as obsolete blue tags that forgot they are only human before all the titles and perks that came with the respect a cop use to have when thought of. (In the end they was missed by the weak and captured slaves, as the world became different in what could be afforded from the Chinese and allowed by Koreans.)

• Are you malfunctioning? Or do you need a charge? 

• That wont be necessary or needed at the moment, it seems your child has restored the link, which became accessible on the second floor, please when you have the chance please connect the first floor link and carry on with your day Ms. Jackson!

(The Door Closed) with mothers back pressed up against it, while reaching out for my fathers hands for comfort over strength in easing the fear of what could of happen.) 

 Eric stands up while lowering the 9mm, my dad released a sound of a dragon being annoyed by an unexpected visitor in his cave, and it was all right for now because of Arrow. Would they return was all that I could think about, it didn’t help that I couldn’t stop the sweating and feeling of my entire body becomes drenched to the bone.

• ZART! (My little brother called out from behind me, at the top of the stairs.)

• Everything is okay I responded with a nod while standing up off the step my butt-ox happen to become numb from. (Edwin placed the 9mm beside his two empty bottles of corona, as he walked over to the refrigerator to grab another before speaking in a librarian tone.) 

• I think that was way to close and we needed to get moving, because you know they will be returning. (Mama said answering my question, soon after her words Edwin stopped speaking!)

• Let me start plugging things back up (while releasing my fathers hand)

• Zart & Arrow into the basement NOW!

Edwin popped the cap off the bottle, the sound echoed into my ear like a coin being flipped. Once I stepped off the last step I placed my head down, to hide my fear from father’s eyes, but he could smell it all over me. The floor begun to spin out of control, as the lights become an incandescent to my focus that become a fusion of blurry color spots in my eyes, continuing my walk in a straight line towards the basement for the officers watching. Edwin pushed the seat at the table in like a gentlemen, showing his respect and manners in hope of hiding the fact that he was the real reason for the knock at the door. My father was unable to move from behind the door he had posted up at in case they decided to return. When I reached the basement door, Arrow’s arm reached out grabbing the doorknob making me quickly raise my head up from the ground. At this moment in time, I am not actually sure what to say? I knew only two things moving forward for sure, first someone was going to die out of the five of us and last and not least the only thing that mattered was protecting my baby brother who was tougher than me at this moment.

• After you! (Arrow spoke with a smirk on his face full of innocence, pulling the door open!)

 I could feel the cold darkness escaping from below; funny to think how we would joke about the monsters that lived underneath the house. When you grow up and see the only monsters are always in front of you, we give them different names that keep them feeling comfortable long enough to plot and plan with them thinking they can be trusted. (Ex. friends & family) As I entered the dim “chamber of jadis” I breathed slowly while wondering if every step I took down into the dark would be my last, was I entering deeper into the purgatory box? Once my skechers touched the unleveled ground, the automatic lights father installed cut on to my surprise of not just me forgetting about them but the fact that they still work after all this time surprised me. My eyes glided around the vault of lost memories spend down here. The walls covered in newspaper clippings, photos and articles about the times before the evolution of us destroying each other had came about. (It was a real altar for a crazy fan or conspiracy theories) The chessboard with chess pieces in the foreground, my eyes focus on the black King. Arrow is a very strong chess player that couldn’t be defeated; he rightfully deserved the title of candidate to his lack of sympathy if front of a chessboard. I don't think a match with him will ever be a catwalk for anyone on his or her best day. A chair sat in front of the screens that captured everything that was outside, a molding half eating sandwich like art lies on a plate beside a revolver and crowded ashtray. Arrow finally made it downstairs with everyone else following behind him; I looked at the chessboard than him waiting for our eyes to meet before again bringing my eyes along with his at the board again. Arrow walked over to the chessboard and grabbed the king off the board placing the royal piece in his pocket.

The Map

  We all gathered around the table except for mother, she walked over to the cameras and sat down in the chair before feeling underneath the table for her hidden box of smokes. She pulls a Newport cigarette out the box, I watched as the fag burn beautifully between two fingers, slowly pulling away from her soft moist carmex lips gracefully as she layback softly in a chair with her back straightened. Mother places her hands on her knees; her eyes are closed as she breathes in deeply. My father moves away from us, as he begins walking up behind her with a light for her cigarette.

(Laughter again from them both, with her responding with a gentle thank you!)

Once the map was removed from Edwin’s hands and placed onto the table after finally being completely opened, my eyes stretch across it like sunlight as I begin to copy it into my visual memory. The lightweight map was covered in lines, tears, and blemishes with a very old fragrant of a fish tank to it. The lost color and vibrancy made it more vintage than an antique someone would frame and hang on their wall. 

I looked at three thin green reflective lines that made the map unforgettable.

• What’s that? I spoke (while placing my finger on the green mark, so there was no dodging around the question, regardless of how it may have made him feel… I didn’t care one bit)

• The In-between! (He responded in a SpongeBob tone with a big cheesy grin on his dry, crusty face that made me gave an invested look of curiosity, before he turned to my brother that didn’t laugh.)

• HUM… it’s a moving stripe of heaven, some say after the war ended a drop of light fell from the sky and into the ground creating a moving line of love, passion, life and peaceful balance to all who has faith left in their soul. No one else can see or touch it without believing in the name, that is said on earth most of all. 

(…Before all the churches went cold Edwin added before pausing in how far to go into explaining)

• So- (Edwin cut me off!)

• Yes! 

• No! (Mother said entering the conversation, I watched as she throws away the unfinished cigarette onto the crackled unsweep floor before standing up to extinguish it like a olive skinned goddess. While staring at the surveillance camera situated high above the table of the recording device.) 

• …Eric now don’t go spreading false tales to my boys that haven’t ever been seen, I’m sorry but if god is moving threw America and collecting all his angels on a endless “in between” that is a long parallel line of peace, than why no one has seen it yet here in Kentucky.

• Or in Florida (Father added to the debate)

Edwin didn’t say anything, cutting his eyes back onto the map with a heavy sigh, as he pointed at where we were. I watched his finger push forward up pass all the written choices of danger before landing on Washington D.C. (I instantly closed my eyes as I return back to the past, I begin moving the images into a repayable film I haven’t seen in a long time.)

• So what’s this? (Arrow shouted: with excitement and wonder in his innocent tone)

• A schoolhouse! (Edwin said in response, causing me to peek before I drifted off)

Arrow looked over the map from afar, attentive and full of curiosity as his eyes follow the golden spectacular view of the green landscape spots, just before the mountains to freedom the dune that split across Hollywood into the edge of Oregon. The two friends exchange glances with smirks, Arrow breathing deep and slow through his nose. No sound came from Edwin as he runs thoughts based off Arrows energy. Arrow wondered if Edwin would be honest on his next question.

• Only one river... (Arrows eyes noticed where it splits in three at the end, leading into the hole of where mount hood stood once before the Bull Run became thinner.)

• Poison frogs and eels run along the river, only the natives know the difference.

• A boat? * Arrow suggested looking at Edwin”

• Into you get near the native cemetery that is full of cursed gold and hunting spirits

• There is nothing but plants, moss, hunters and rolling vines that cross into the forest from that point on (Edwin added)

• Stay out the sandy dune Arrow, the sands are dry and the air feeds off any kind of moister with the help of the sun that can slow anyone down that walks underneath it.

• Got it! (Arrow shaking his head up and down after)

• Good (Edwin said with a smile)

Edwin looked over at Arrow, than mother to see if she was listening or if Harold had her full attention. Arrow knew Edwin was telling nothing but the truth making the bond of their relationship stronger than ever. Arrow looked over at Zart who eyes folded behind his head as if Olivia Kendall casted as spell on him.

- The In between is real Arrow (Edwin said making Arrow mouth drop open in disbelief) 

Level 1: Epiales Tokens 

Washington, Dc
. 

Nov. 2035

  The life we could have had once before soon became an old popular joke in this empty world, almost dark enough to regret ever saying it. 

The sky became rainbow with confetti before the sight of blue returned, as red & white stripes passing threw the air with pathogens of an unknown substance lightly coating the out of touch pop tarts. 

The streets became filled with unfriendly lost souls, existing and passing as humans, The karen’s & patriots skipped around me like natives with the answer to all they’re problems in a world that had been solved. Whatever happened to praying to god? Or was this the way we paid tribute to what stood seven feet from me.

I didn’t care about the biggest distraction for the first time in a very long time, I wasn’t moved by this new era. Finally I wasn’t being looked at for once, since the winter war in 2024.

 I’ve felt free from the conclusion of how I couldn’t wait for my life to be over, I wonder if when I get to heaven, will god show me what I’ve been missing, because this couldn’t all be for nothing, none of this could be real.

All a dream as the images in my mind became blurry before reality could set in

 - FOCUS ZART (I spoke loud enough to know without a doubt everyone in the basement heard me…as everything came whole again and suddenly it was loud and busy, the air became thicker than usual.)

I looked at all the protestors being held back behind what only they had the power to stop, everyone at this moment had become acceptable to the depression that entered pockets, wallets and our taxes.

 Our social safety net was a lot bigger, although these social programs only got us all as far as being backed up by a “Biden buck” while lost in a empty reality (which had collapsed at this point in time).

We should have taken matters into our own hands but we didn’t; now America has become life for one race once again, after feeling alive night after night without them. Everything became all about insuring they had left something behind once everything else was gone, the idea should have been a total reset. (Who would rebuild everything? Was the thought without daring to speak slavery out loud the true crime!) I looked down at the ground to see a shiny circle of George bush staring back at me, I bent down on one knee as if I was about to tie my shoe and gathered the forbidden zinc into my palm, slowly rising like an invisible king. Locked in a fist I put my focus back on the lie standing seven feet from me. (Unsure about who saw or was watching me?) 

 Precious metals had become currency with the government slowly regulating commerce, by making the gilded age more current than before, in terms of financially inflating the hell out of our currency in the process of restoring trust in regaining a stronger population. Just so the wealthy could continue treating certain groups like the government did when they made gold illegal during World War 2 in order to increase the value of the us dollar. 

   The tax increase broke the mid class, most people quit their jobs while those who stayed to play a normal life in the old world, that we all once knew, loved and reminisced upon. 

  How as humans did we let the world get this way I wondered. I walked further away from the staged distraction without remorse; before he was out of my sight completely, I wanted one more look at that unbalanced child that we all had to accept as our new leader. Who was created in a test tube, who was 21 years old and officially the president of the untied states. 

I shock my head as I stood in the mix of Nazi ants moving in front of me, I begin walking downstairs into the crowded subway tunnel that made time seem so slow as minutes turning into days. Soldiers stood at every entrance and exit, without ever speaking a single letter. Nothing…not a word, no emotions until the prostitutes were out and nothing else was moving after 11pm without wanting to meet an early death. I never turned out to become quite a heavy smoker like my mother; regardless I knew how rare one was and how one box of Newport’s could double what was in my pocket. I looked down at my watch that showed the time being six pm. (Damn I was late to pick up Arrow)

 I headed deeper into the subway tunnel that had not change from providing a safe, clean, and reliable transit service for less than 100,000 customers a day. Even with spider cop bots roaming around above us, there wasn’t much hope in having a peaceful day. I ended up walking behind a lady who had an infant wrapped and placed in a nest, which was covered over with clear three-layer cotton vile. The birth by sleep infant lay silent in a grey hot mom 360 rotate baby stroller built with a 2 in 1 bassinet combo. 

 - Do you need help? (I asked with a smirk)

 - Yes, Thank You (she replied)

As I leaned over to grab the step in the middle of the stroller between the two front wheels, she held the handles as we took it one step at a time leaping down the grand, dirty marble stairs into we reached the center of the abandoned platform leading from under the lights into rodents and darkness. 

I was still feeling chased by the echoes falling down the marble stairs from the surface. 

-Thank you again she said once more with an open heart, gracefully waiting for love in return. (As I walked to the edge of the platform and peeked over to see if the rats was about to scatter from the vibration of the incoming bullet of steel. If a spidercop caught you broking a law, no matter how minor it was you’ll be charged with the highest order given from the current president. The X-bot androids that look like us under guidelines of the humanity laws created by a 21 year old and his group of retard nation teenage friends he made senates were the real problem.

- Don’t mention it (I spoke with a respect at the bass of my Adam’s apple)

- You know people like you are from before! (She replied) 

- Before? (I asked with a confused look on my face)

- Back than, when people became slaves to objects!  (She replied, with a look for a conversation) 

- We are still consumed with objects and gizmos! (I replied)

- Yes, but I know you wouldn’t give your family up for any of that (she replied) 

- So much for apple making life easier for us? (I guess)

- It was all just an illusion as we are no longer free to any these objects around us! (She replied) 

-  (At that moment, I became connected to my loneliness, as I nodded my head off to show I agreed with her thoughts)

- It’s the things that can’t be unseen that change you! (She continued while nervously looking around for spider cops) 

- It’s so funny how before the war, the boarder was first to go with all the food and cops that forgot they’re honor.

- Yes, but you and this little one are the future, so what are you going to do? (She spoke while looking at the stroller net)

- What can I do? (I asked expecting an answer to what I probably should know!)

- Before the virus, and after the war ended… it was said to be a key made into one by all 5 skeleton keys that made the ultimate master key (she replied) 

- Okay? (Confused?? As my eyes became thin as graphene)

- “That (she looked around as she slowly walked over to her baby pretending as if she was going to do something, knowing the baby was still a sleep)…then finished her reply: isn’t a black dream” 

- Do you need help? (I asked with a smirk)

- Yes, Thank You (she replied) 

 (I wonder if she is dangerous?)

- The key is in the Oregon (she spoke very softly replied) 

- (Hum! Funny I always thought after rookie cops found out that ECOLAB shipments had been moving barrels filled with organs of under age girls…soon after Portland wasn’t Oregon anymore…?)

- Oh! Yes, Thank You (she replied) 

- OH! OH... it always been about killing the population but what are they getting out of it, that is the real question! Gaia (shaking her head left & right, resembling a bobble head)

- Go Up when your finally free (she whispered loud enough for me to hear her, as I look over my shoulder feeling this eerie subzero chill… but nothing was there!) 

- The last life was the birth of death (she replied) 

- What? Gaia (I could hear the screech of the rails echo out towards the glowing pull of spotlight hitting the rats, making them scatter like roaches.)

- The dark journey will be awesome! (She spoke)

- When you see the map, the collectors will come with no way of escaping (she replied) 

- Most people cant except the truth of faith! (There is a way out if you just look at it!) 

Gaia smiled, as the train started almost yelling about its arrival. 

- We all have to sacrifice things in order to live (she quickly as sonic the hedgehog, pushes the stroller towards the train.)

- Okay, now I couldn’t breathe just now from the feverish chill that assaulted my core, you got to understand how I couldn’t exactly think about sleeping that night after this horror movie event happen in front of me. (Did you feel that? yes that happened just now!) My insides felt cold as if I can face Epiales head on with all the Tokens I was just given. I was shocked no one was watching when there always is, no spider cop around as my eyes start scanning in complete fear with my arm reaching out towards the baby on the loose. The sound of a human heartbeat barely alive finally spoke. (Within a snap my body drifts upwards towards the light as I hit the ground, between the blurry of realizing the images had played in reverse. I look up blinking twice for clarification on who slap me? Arrow standing over me with mothers voice falling into my ears! 

-You really need to stop doing that shit Zart, I need you present; I need you in current TIME. 

(Mother thanks arrow as he walks out of sight towards the staircase.)

Don’t mention it mama (Arrow responded!) 

A Dream? A Memory? A Fantasy?

I stood up to see only mother in the basement as arrow-begun heading up the stairs, the map was still on the table with added tips and symbols that mother obviously supplied. 

• You both need to understand your all you both got! (Mother spoke with a tone of power that could correct any issue.)  

• Yes I know! (Arrow said with a smile, looking back at me while rewinding his footsteps already made.)

• ZART…do you understand? (Mother spoke while looking at me with worry and seriousness that placed her as an interesting portrait.)

• Yes I understand…I promise (I responded with respect and fear of letting her down in the future events to come.)

Zart stands dusting his shirt Perry Ellis button up off, they begun gathering around the table without much of a clue on the direction they should go as a family, the map had lines, dots and arrows without so much words written on it.

 Standing over the map with the cries of war, camps, traveled spots, valuables, drugs spots, oil, antiquities, medication centers, bible hunters, mountains, the last 3 places to get water from and all the place that are more special than all the others. 

• Ok now listen up because I wont say this but once (CONT'D)  

• Stay on route and together, have each other’s backs always and kill anymore you don’t trust. 

• We understand. (I said)

• First thing first, we are staying away from pizza world, I don’t care you want to see all your favorite Disney stars. (Keeping the truth of what really happens there from them)

(Arrow mind became curious) 

• If anything happens and we have to split up, run up into the mountains and remember the natives only kill those with the stamp behind their ears or infected movers

• We understand (I said again specking for us both) 

• Once we get to the Roc utopia we can then rest, our names will be added to a list that will grant us access into their kingdom

• Than what? (I asked) 

• We rest, laugh, remember, cry, dance and sing as we live everyday like its our last, than collect and head further north into the cold where the movers aren’t fast enough to hunt or smell us, and its almost summer so we need to get a move on before the flock wave.

• Are you kidding me? (I said in my head, while silently nodding with agreeing to every word she said)

• Than where? (Arrow wondered for clearance on the plan)

• Further up (Edwin suggest)

• What’s further up (I asked)

• It don’t matter we couldn’t ever get into the mountains or around them without running into a native. (Edwin said)

• Been the story of my life, you stay loyal and they make sure you leave terrible once not needed or trusted (Father spoke freely)

• Can you blame them (Edwin added)

• Them or y’all

• Y’all…Really? Harold we are going to do this right now? (Edwin said with heat in his tone)

• We not? You forget its been like this since 1803 (Father spoke into he conversation)

• Practicing war and how to stay alive was easiest for the native that went into hiding in the mountains (Father added before becoming silent looking at Edwin)

• Boys stop it! (mother interrupted the derailed conversation)

• Speak to your husband first (Edwin cried)

• I guess now I need a babysitter on how to act Edwin? (Harold responded)

• Don’t put words in my mouth please! (Edwin said sarcastically) 

• The divided states of America shouldn’t be the only words out my mouth you understand Edwin (Father said sarcastically in return to Edwin)

• You’ll get nothing but an Iron stamped seal behind the ear if captured and sold to a commander at one of the president camp sites, like rest Harold 

• I know Edwin… (Father expressed with a serious look on his face)

• The president of the united states owns you after the branding, meaning you only answer to the president for the rest of your life and only depend on your age or the gathering of materials and information will be the only thing making you worth more than anything else on this earth.

• …(Harold became silent to the truth he wanted to ignore as Arrow and Zart listened)

• Image whites praying to a black Jesus (Edwin said jokingly) 

• Not about the story but the image of the white male that was never white. (He added)

• If you don’t see color, you see deformity than (mother respond to Edwin’s rant)

• You cant talk about what you don’t know, and if you aren’t being taught it… 

• How can you learn it (I said stopping the adults being pity like children)

• That’s enough, I need another beer (Edwin said)

• I think I’ll join you and we can regroup back here later (Father said)

• I think that’s a great idea but Zart and Arrow you will be staying down here (Ma said)

• Ok why? (Arrow questioned the hold on eating and filling his stomach)

• To go over the map more into your father and uncle Edwin returns back here.

Arrow doesn’t move as he watches father and Edwin head out of the basement upstairs.    -- END OF LEVEL 1 –

- Edwin

The gobs of fire raining upwards into the colorless sky couldn’t be ignored as the X-bots sat in silent while in predominately identical light metal armor, the burning of men, women and infected children wasn’t far away, the spicy smell of Americans failure had broken the sky from the smell that rises higher and higher into the air, blazing into the black sky filled of circling drones. Still it was stronger than the smell that escaped the farm. More then a dozen troops rise up off their ass to begin exiting out the two identical black vans that are parked outside the house. The sound of chaos begins to grow as each X-bot lines up beside one another as the drones that fly overhead, spraying off a concentrated mixture throughout the streets in place of the lamps that use to operate on every sidewalk. A female figure steps out the car parked in front of both vans with interrogation written all over her, the lights disappear into the edges of darkness around the world.

• Fox: #1. Anyone that talks without permission or makes a judgment call without my say will be removed from this timeline.

• (The beautiful half human looks around before she Cont’d) “We don’t have much time, the mission is simple collect the two subjects in the images uploaded in files XV. Fox punches some buttons on an invisible keyboard that released a holographic glow after every button pushed, as each troops received the updated assignment making them come to life with a purpose. 

• Fox: Do you understand your assignment? 

• YES: (All at once) this standing ready for the confirmation. Madison and Jeffrey are next to the cars. She smokes. 

Data wins, America was destroyed within the buried lies because of it, today we reverse that by retrieving the targets. Let nothing get in your way as you remember the laws don’t exist above this mission.

… 

Edwin removes his eyes further away from the blinds frighten by what he was seeing.

• Hey I thought the In-between was “THE LINE” that was 100 miles long in Saudi Arabia? (Harold wondered out loud while walking out the kitchen towards Edwin with a beer in each hand.)

• I remember my father once talking about Pizza World and yet; I can only wonder if any of the stories are even real or true anymore?

(Maybe it was the question of what did I believe?)

  Edwin doesn’t respond to Harold as he walks towards the front door with his 9mm in the left hand, grabbing the doorknob with his right. As another figure steps out the truck with the face of George Lucas and body of Brendan Fraser after all his successful mummy days were up and long gone. Edwin opened the door and headed outside to the party out front.

 The sky became dingy and bleak in the overcast by the ugly tone of Dr.mix voice.

• Dr. Mix: Are we ready, everyone? Be sure to get the MAP back, nothing else is the objective but what Edwin took UNDERSTOOD? (He shouted louder than thunder)  

 More troops start getting out of the black van parked on the street. Fox heads for the glass doors of the entrance to the house, before she could reach the steps to the front door, the doctor speaks out to her.

Doctor Mix: Fox are you malfunctioning? 

Fox: No sir?

Doctor Mix: Well than where do you belong?

Fox: By you sir! (She replied as she turned around to look at her creator)

 The front door swings up as Edwin rushes out with his 9mm held high as he “leap frogged” directly behind Fox as he pushed the barrel of the gun behind her head!

BANG-

Edwin pulls the trigger with the result of the gunshot he heard come from inside the house. Edwin didn’t mean to kill fox as he releases his grip of her. The machine fall releasing remains of, clay brain fragments, & a large amounts shiny blue blood separating in the air before landing across the boots of X-bot troops as her body collapses to the pavement.

KILL HIM! (Doctor mix shouted while pointing at Edwin)

 Edwin didn’t move because the troops also didn’t move. Doctor Mix smiled and begins to clap in amusement to the move Edwin had just made. Edwin begins walking down the steps past X-bot troops to come fast to face with Doctor Mix, Edwin was itching to turn back to go investigate the gun shot before he accidentally kill the replica.

• You remembered the rules Edwin (The doctor reminded him to think about coming towards him)

• Yes, You are here for the map I’m guessing! (HERE…Edwin yelled, while making the map visible from behind his back before tossing it out towards the doctor to catch.)

A X-bot steps out of line and catches it before falling back into formation with the wait on the doctors next command, Doctor Mix came to wondering why did Edwin want him gone so fast, what was the reason and what was he hiding from him? How to make him pay for Fox? What was the best way to make him suffer once captured?

(Silence)

• Doctor Mix: Do you remember what I told you a long time ago?

• Hum! (Edwin looks at the gun in his own hand, trying to remember something from before that wasn’t his daughter.)

The unanswered questions gave Doctor Mix a sign to be ready, walking up towards Edwin for his full attention. Dr.mix begins fixing his tie that had more personality than him, as he gets close to Edwin; he fixes his hat and checks his breath for any bad smell...by holding his head down with his hand covering his mouth. Once the doctor looks up from his self-conscious lack of better hygiene, Edwin had the 9mm gun at the doctor’s forehead.

• Doctor Mix: You kill me, you die too Edwin!

• I Know the rules (Edwin said without hesitation)

  Edwin pulls the trigger to a result of a gusher’s fruit snack, juicy explosion of a bloody strawberry gel empting out Dr.mix skull. The gun drops out of Edwin’s hands onto the ground, besides the body of the lifeless doctor. The troops move towards Edwin while his hands are up in the air, Edwin is cuffed and walked to the back of the van. Wind of a ghost passes by Edwin as it takes flight down the street, forcing him to look back at the house. If only he could officially know if everyone was okay. What had happen and where was he headed next? After the X-bots placed Edwin into the van, a few troops went into the house to follow up on the file uploaded by fox earlier. Edwin watched as the troops come out with Zart unresponsive dangling over their shoulders, once Zart was placed into the opposite van of Edwin, both were being transported to different locations.

Edwin couldn’t even come up with a good enough lie to convince himself this wasn’t all his fault, lets check over the facts for a minute readers, because there is a little more need to be said here for Edwin, with help only then can a man truly see the wrong in his ways.

Edwin started feeling cold to the brick chill feeding off his warmth, no idea on where he was going or where Art went as the vans set apart. The snow begins falling on the dusty main street with Edwin knowing he had to act fast before the van could slice through the tall buildings in the city, mainly if he wanted to not be taken to one of the camps full of captured indigenous people. 

Edwin knew he had to make move quickly due to the speed of the van, Edwin knew that there was hardly any traffic, Edwin glimpses at his own reflection in contemplation while sucking air through his teeth. The X-bots are not amused by the annoying antics Edwin introduced to their CCD, he had into the train tracks to act fast. 

 Approaching towards the sound of an incoming train, Edwin says the word KININIGAN making the X-bots whole body become consumed by a swarm of static that fried its data board. The two holding automatic lasers as Edwin sat in the back

The Drivers foot hit the gas petal making the van go full roadrunner towards the incoming train, the front of the van came in collision with the train made the van whirl in a twirl that ending up feeling like a excursion to the kingdom above. Edwin listens to the beeping reprogramming fix attempt of updating the dissolved memory chip for the X-bots to become functional singularly. 

The snow grew heavy and louder at the top of the van, almost invisible to Edwin’s eye he saw the flash of red and blue in repeat, suddenly the back door of the van unlocks. A cop car pulls up to the crashed van slowly; a cop steps out the car and approaches the van with his gun is drawn. 

Stepping to the crumbled door the cop pulls at it realizing he maybe wasn’t ready to see something unimaginable or ugly, The X-bot instantly wakes up from his update grabbing the cops gun (disarming him) and grabs a tight hold around the cops neck with his other hand increasing the force into it snaps. The scream from blue in the face cop that released before he could taking his last breath was deafening and terrorizing to Edwin’s ears. Edwin stays silent in hopes of the other X-bot that was in the passenger seat doesn’t wake up. 

The X-bot starts scanning for direction to the whereabouts of Edwin, nearly upon Edwin the winds raise the snow from the ground into Edwin’s face making Edwin turn his head into his shoulders to shielding his eyes from the bitter cold attack of snow and air. Edwin stayed hidden in a doggysyle position behind the ruined van; with his two hands naked, exposed, spread and pressed flat down against the icy hazing road of a more definite than potential frost bite attack later on. Edwin stares into the iced over pothole in frustration on what he was going to do. Edwin eyes watches carefully as the X-bots feet is walking against the ice with a crack in every step. The X-bot turns the corner and stops to look in the spot where Edwin had vanished. 

Edwin already short of breath listening and looking at what was said to be above human comprehension, the shadow of the X-bot feet muffled in the layers of snow that covered the ice frosted roads. The lights from the van shine off the cops gun before being covered by the fallen snow, Edwin felt he had only one move left and the only question to be answered was if Edwin could grab the gun and turn around quick enough to shot the X-bot without missing or any fear. 

-Mother

To

My

Queen

“Mother, Mom, Ma”

   If you really want to know, I guess I better start from the inception. You’ll probably want to know who my mother was. So many words can described who she was and is, she wasn’t happy all the time but carried a caring attitude, full of praising words. She was the definition of most before she gave oxygen, she was hard to copy by the few that wanted to be who she knew nobody else wanted to be. The pride of her knowing that she was made flawless, while her empathetic ear came with judgment more often than needed is what many missed about her in the end. The bounce back from pain is why I was her biggest supporter no matter what she did or decided to do, as long she would always love me. I guess the loveliest masterpiece of her heart is the fuel that enables a normal human being to become invincible.

   If only she had stayed occupied with herself before having me, maybe behind closed doors of our lousy childhood she introduced us to wouldn’t had worked when teaching us love, respect, morals, values, good manners and all that crap. How she scolds us with her heartless corrections to our dotish responses made her discipline change faster towards us when her eyes become words. 

  When being honest became hard for her to give orders, we became bored with the overwhelming truth from her, especially on the betrayal fro her we would be shown if ever we spoke pretty personal when she wasn’t around regardless if true, and if you ever spoke up for someone she no longer liked, or if you tired to be slick by asking to stay over at some else house regardless of how long you knew of them or played like you didn’t want to return home with her was only you playing with your life before she got a hold of you later. I wont repeat the consequences that I know and experienced from my mother some would call cruel… I know at this point it kind of sounds like a weak autobiography that isn’t a strong support to her unconditional love that was only seen during her priceless sacrifice for us to both have our freedom as dark skins.

  Freedom is a strange word when you really look at how backwards the world went before 2025. To the degree of forgiving my mother for having the nerve to reproduce life within me by birth, mom, mama, oh mother for everything while all in the same breathe I submit to you with a thank you. Seeing you stay more of who you never wanted to become as a whole individual was inspiring, while I forever hold frustration I blame you for nothing. Let me move on before I tell something even more personal than the things that didn’t bore me like trying to disrespect my parents in a way, that I cant excuse from later.

Mother looks at us both with love and happiness that most don’t see from a mom who soul was still alive with spirit. 

• You both need to understand you both are stronger together than apart (I could hear arguing and commotion outside but only Jim Curry would turn around right now, knowing their isn’t a window behind me.)  

Yes I know Ma! (Arrow said, insuring her not to worry about us.)

I listened close to the footsteps that came closer to the basement door, the steps made sounds as if someone was coming down but I couldn’t see anything. Until out of nowhere Arrow was knocked into a wall from where he stood. The room became tiny as I watched my mother begin to be chocked by this invisible figure lifting her slowly above his head. A shoot had ejected out the chamber of my fathers shotgun and into the invisible figures back. The figure rushes up the stairs towards dad. Locked in a tussle the shotgun goes off with the two of them car wheeling down the steps. Father lands in front of the steps as the figure falls in front of mother, I could see mother reaching and feels for the invisibly cloak. She pulled it completely off the figure that was just a X-bot in camouflage, tossing it with the acceptance of a blade entering her at the waist.

• The Chinese technology (My father said as he stands bleeding over the Unresponsive X-bots body while reloading the shotgun.)

• Arrow get up and go behind the bookshelf next to the window upstairs and –

  Blood splattered across my mothers face as a blade enters into his chest, the shotgun dropped out my father’s hand onto the ground. The commotion sounds enter the upper floor from the basement with a long silence as a closure, first the shock and becoming struck by the alarming sight, than the yelling with panic, before finally all that was left to my eyes was watching father fall onto the ground, releasing an echoing sound of a final breathe leaving the body of my idol. Arrow falls in shock and disbelief looking at me for an answer to what was happening right now, the blades in mother and father returned to the X-bot (Mother lets out a loud roar of an amazon from themyscria as she falls back against the wall beside the table where the revolver laid.)

Blood soaked into her once neat and pinkish comfortable flannel nightgown. Mother started shaking of the hinges into a trembling release of tears; crawling around the X-bot to the love of her life, Mothers hands scour across fathers handsome and alluring face. Pulling her body towards Harold dead body for one last smell of him before having to part from the words of “until we meet again” as her last and finally dying wish. Mother snuggles up next to his corpse of what was only still an angel, slowly planting a passionate kiss on his gentle lips. Only to dream the embrace was longer and hard like the honeymoon. Flash backs made her act on impulse with another kiss that could silence the lambs without a sexually charge, burying her nose into his neck for one last escape from the world he just had left her in. Catching her balance as she held her wound while hopping 3 feet from Harold, onto a step while leaning up against a wall. I couldn’t believe he was gone? I lifted up out of the puddle mixer of his traveling blood, looking around the destroyed and disoriented room. Looking at the table across the room in scrapes beside Arrow. Mother curled up against a wall holding her stomach as she stares at Harold devastated that he wasn’t here with her any longer. Mother watches his blood as her eyes turn cold and lethal with no reacting from all the lost in one-day. The previews screams of utter hopelessness did nothing; Mothers face had became expressionless before losing all emotion staring up at Harold looming over her with all his protection while dead. Making her fingers shake to her watery eyes closing to her being in a fading daze. Arrow begins cry out for mother to wake up but she was gone. X-bots enter the basement as I slowly close my eyes to this final time of us all together.

Chapter 1: Trust No One

If I’m dreaming don’t wake me up, I’m ‘Zart’ in the making if you couldn’t tell.

  Awaken again but not by the sound of my mothers missed voice, the toasty warmth of comfort from heat in the hallway broke the moisture in the air of my , it felt like I was placed on preheat. I turned my head left into the often-excluded daylight creeping in the midst of my cell window hitting the calendar on the grubby wall. My discomfort returned as my blood moves down my body from the twist of my neck. My cell, of which I opened my eyes each day in, was very full of books more than anything.

Their was no comfy seating of a armchair or couch, the sunlight that entered the cell was better than the light from the overhead in the hall. I sat up to the tons of bookshelves that I got lost in everyday; hours on end everyday reading and searching for the answers pass the blurb. Super cold as my feet touched the icy dirty creaking chipped summit floors, my cell smelled like a hot attic full of junk, the outdated pluming was minor to the electrical system shortages we would get due to the passing of the sun. Insulation on the tower wasn’t forever, or faded cravings on the wall that tell another story of my years confine here. Six thousand, five hundred and seventy two days to be exact, three days before the ‘New Year’ to be correct. Others without a clock or an electronic to remind them forgot the simplest like knowing north, south, east and west in midday. I kept count hoping this was all a dream; I would close my eyes tight enough to open them back up to my mother’s face full of pain and unfulfilled wishes or my father bleeding from the inside out on the basement floor. Neither was granted for a chance to redo that moment before my eyes closed completely and I woke up here eternally isolated. 

   I turned my head to the ding of the elevator doors opening at the very end of our floor, Two voices with footsteps entered the long hall off the elevator, whispers that floated above the head of both women seemed like a indistinct conversation between the both of them before the silence of one returning the concentration data to her computer after collecting from all of us. The pride of being ignorant for black people faded like the hate for one another that almost stop repopulation of Negros and roaches. 

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