During another warm night of insomnia I listen to a good trance beat and reflect. I think about woman and man as an object. There are a certain set of undeniable features found with every human being. Every time we see people we automatically classify them as hot, ugly, rich, doctor, Asian, stupid, or whatever. A checklist can be formed from all the differences. I am not processing humans like meat in a grinder or for everyone to look like a star. Instead, I came up with a simple list I call the Attraction Checklist. Consider this something similar to analyzing a piece of art. You either get art or you don’t, but one thing that never changes is that you feel something. This is very similar to how a guy feels when he looks at a hot chick or how a woman feels after meeting a cool guy. The best way to test the accuracy of the checklist is how a person makes you feel. For example, if you feel crappy and disgusted after seeing and interacting with someone then there is a distinct reason for it. Just so you know, this is not a pass or fail type of list. There is no such thing as an ugly person. Although, there are people who we just don’t ‘get’ and there is a space for them on this list as well. Try this with your friends and family. Or be like me and use it for what it was intended for and go to a public area. Then, pop out a caffeinated drink with this checklist in mind and start observing and also meeting people. Finally, take time to process it all to understand what makes you attracted to the people you see and why. You will be amazed at how it makes things so much clearer on how you perceive people. I know a picture can say a thousand words and that introductions are everything, but do not use those words or this list as a final judgment on a human being. If anything, have fun as you analyze the human race as a rare and intriguing species. The List (A brief key list of features we notice and look for in people every day) 1. The Face Some people have very harsh faces while others can have very soft ones. Usually the softer the face the more attractive the person. This is an overall evaluation including the ears, eyes, lips, nose, etc. 2. Hair Style Hair is more important than people think. It gets to the point where some people cut their hair completely like many bald men in America do for style. Hair is dead and this is fact. The more alive and lighter or brighter people can make it look, the better. Fusing in special designs also adds in a kind of unique attraction that either works or doesn’t. 3. Body Shape and Size The shape and size of a person is what drives mental diseases like Anorexia and Bulimia into the modern world. The rules here are more of a conformity ideal, but straightforward. A tall and thin person is more attractive than a short and fat person aka Danny Devito. Short people are attractive, but thanks to the model world it is much harder to be an attractive person who is five feet or less without appearing to be like half of a person (Compared to a bikini model of course). Keep in mind certain things like muscle and posture (Aka the Hunchback) are a personal preference; some woman like muscle all over their man while men can prefer woman as petite as possible. 4. Smell Half the time people have a very faint scent (Luckily) while others can be more rancid than expired milk. Smell is usually one of the main things a guy notices when approaching a woman. For smell, there are few excuses because anyone can smell good with the exception of the temporary spray from a skunk. Go take a shower and find a good aroma to put on; this is a piece of cake to ace. 5. Personality and Intelligence I would never leave out the most common piece, our mind. This is second nature to some, as we have to let our mouths do the talking when our face, hair, body, and smell are not working. A smart person is great, but they can be as annoying as a dumb person asking the same questions all the time. We are usually more judgmental and upfront about the lack of personality or intelligence someone has. How we react around people gives us away. I guess it is not as shallow as judging people by their looks. Oh wait, it is. 6. Skin Complexion Not racism, but segregation. We are constantly separated by the color of our skin racist or not. No matter the country or people on this planet we go by three colors of separation. To the extreme left there is light skin tones stemming from areas all over the world. Of course Europeans dominate this skin tone, but that is not to say they own it. Next we have the extreme right, which is darker skin tones such as Africans and Asians. Of course many other areas all over the world, but this is not a history lesson. Finally there is middleground with tan skin seen commonly with Latinos and racially mixed people. Also light skin commonly changes from constant sun exposure. Each tone has a special preference with people and it is the very cornerstone of attraction in everyone’s eyes. What catches your eye most of the time? For me, I am usually undecided because I love light skin tones dominated by European women, but I find African and East Asian women with dark and tanned skin to be absolutely beautiful. I hate choices. Left Out - But Necessary Pieces Clothes are very important most of the time especially in modern societies, but of course when you’re naked it defeats the purpose. Also, some people can look good in almost anything. Clothes are very simple, dress to impress and for the right occasion. Not much else to it yet people make common clothing disasters everyday like wearing odd mismatched colors and weird designs or just having plain/messy clothes that make the person look worse than they naturally are. I am not trying to be prejudiced against poor or struggling people. I do not think some homeless man with rangy clothes would worry about his hair either. Keep in mind that natural disasters come in pairs of two. Even though this is a part of the face I felt like one more section needed to be devoted to the sexual and dominant attention eyes have on us. Eyes affect us all and I learned something about them during a film class, they are a gateway into our soul. Deep shit. Do you stare at someone’s eyes when you approach them or is your focus all over the place? I know my answer. Final Note There are many other aspects to attraction that you notice with a person (Booty, Boobs, Feet, Voice). Some over time while others immediately (A high raspy voice for instance). Nervous ticks like fast talkers and overly flirty people are a common trait like bees to honey. Some ticks like the eye twitch and nail biting can really annoy people and kill attraction, but it is usually for a reason (Stress). This goes double for a flirty person (24/7 Playa) who probably has one-sided social skills or is just very open. This breaks us all down into types. We are a type of person all of us are. We could be that guy who smells like shit with a slutty voice, but beautiful eyes or even the girl with a hot dress and cute face but annoying accent. Who knows? What I have found out is that all these classification of people does not really matter when you take your head out of the looking glass and treat people not just like human beings, but also like a reflection in the mirror. When you look into a mirror you see yourself and you will reflect. Next time try to be a little more open-minded and rejoice. Bask in glory to the wonderful variety found in life. Finally Try This: After coming home from a long day immediately go into the mirror and go through this list. How do you manage after a long day? I would imagine things like your skin tone would still be the same. Hopefully you look close to the same. If God gives you shit, make a shit salad. - Peace
March 23, 2009
The Attraction Checklist
March 22, 2009
The Life of Shan: First Entry
March 17, 2009
Unnatural
I wrote this short story during my Junior/Senior year of high school after my combo American English and History class had everyone write a Halloween story in less than an hour. I was nervous but did surprisingly well to entertain the class (Unless my peers lied to me) telling a story about a blood drive gone bad at school. It made me want to write something even greater with more time so a few months later I wrote Unnatural. It was inspired by the current shows and movies I was watching like Predator and Anime like Naruto. Although, I think most stories are inspired by something just sometimes is it is not so clear. I adapted the story recently to more of a first person perspective in light of the fact that I am a better writer today allowing me to express myself as well as my ideas more. For anyone interested or any writers who would like to see a 3-4 year writing transition, I posted the original at the bottom. Please enjoy, I was going for a horror effect and slowly moved into my real passion of dark, dry, and gritty Sci-Fi thriller. Although not as dark as I wanted.
I find the differences in my writing astounding. I literally found my original version of the story on an old website I had made for posting stories and articles like I do now. Except back then I was just messing around. Hell I still am. I was immediately entranced to rewrite the story as a final edit after all these years. It was one of the most interesting things I have done as a writer this year. I cannot wait for my next short story, which will probably be that dark horror I am working on, but I have several in the works. Happy reading.
Unnatural (Revised 2009)
I remember the horrible event like it was yesterday. I can still feel the exact moment as the sun, innocent and pure, had barely begun to break through the thick fog that Halloween morning. I was by myself, just your average high school student late for class. I was walking to school like I always do. It was only about four blocks from my home. Naturally this turned into about 20 minutes or so depending on how you walked. I walk lightly, so the 20 minutes was a nice vent before the torture of high school began for me.
My legs were a little sore from yesterday's team practice, but the walk was doing me good to start the day. Even though it was Halloween I had chosen to not wear a costume. I didn't really care if my friends teased me all day. I guess I can't accept Halloween as a fun and relaxing event even in my small suburban town. Although (To be honest), I didn't know what to wear without being teased in the first place. Would I dress up as one of the many fantasy characters I drew in class or just be another vampire like everyone else? Nah. I would be teased either way. High school leaves way too much spare time to think about dumber things let alone pick out a stupid costume. I remember thinking about this while I was stuck at the big intersection a block from school. I swear this streetlight is possessed. It never turns green when you want to cross. It was here that I began to see something unnatural in the sky.
Before it gets weird, I want to be clear about everything. So before we get into the confusing part let me explain the logistics. From this intersection I can see my schools patriotic American flag shining high in the sky. Another symbol of the grief I had for coming to such a crappy place. Patriotic? Students in my class hardly stand for the pledge of allegiance. Normally I stare at the flag as I wait for the light to change but this time I wandered off from the flag and towards the red streetlight. I started to squint at it. I did not care if I was late, but my patience was failing. It was one of those streetlights with an over stretched metal pole attached to it. The kind that wiggled in the wind every so often. I took the wiggle as my power of thought moving it. I pointed at that God dam red streetlight like the eye of the devil starring back at me. As I was staring and pointing at the red streetlight I did one other thing, I shouted at the top of my lungs, "Turn green you stupid piece of..." I stopped right there. No other words would come out. In fact those were the last words to come out of my mouth that day.
It was almost instantaneous after that. Before I could get the last bit of foul angry words out of my mouth the red streetlight wiggled harder than ever before and the whole thing ripped off the metal pole. It came down hard. Cars were still moving and like a thunderous clash the streetlight hit a brown mini van. It had split through the car like butter. I was stunned nearly collapsing to the ground. Had I caused this? Did I possess some kind of special power? As cars began to stumble around the mini van and people rushed over to help the driver to safety I noticed something very disturbing at the end of the now cracked streetlight pole. A shadowy figure was coming into clear focus. Its vector was in my direct eye line, focused fully on me.
The sun was shining brighter as it broke through the fog and slowly a clear silhouette was coming into focus from the shadowy figure. I was thoughtless and dumbstruck. I did not know what I was seeing or what exactly was going on. Down below this unnatural figure the chaos of the streetlight crash was a very prominent scene yet my attention was stolen by the unnatural event above. The clear distinct shape of a tall but odd-looking human was now becoming all to clear on top of the broken metal pole. An odd shaped hand was near the cracked pole end where the chaos had begun. It looked like a scissor hand capable of sawing off something far stronger than the metal of that street pole. I squinted further staring directly at this odd looking thing. I was now scared for what was coming, for what I was seeing. Two eyes had now come into focus squinting and staring right back at me. They were very unnaturally shaped like a painting gone mad. I knew I shouldn't but I still stared back. That was when a huge gust of wind swept me off my feet. Then I saw nothing but pure darkness and like a flash of light everything went blank. When I came to I was on the ground still at the intersection and my head felt heavy. As I picked myself up I felt strange. A purplish goo was all over my shirt. Vomit. I had fallen and vomited all over my chest. I looked over at the intersection. Nothing. No traffic and no accident. I looked up and only the dam red streetlight was to be seen. No damage and no shadowy figure. What the Hell was going on? Had I been dreaming the whole time? It didn't make sense at first, but I started to think about the shadowy figure some more. The light finally turned green. I halted my thoughts for an instant and started to cross. My head was pounding from the fall and the smell from the vomit was not so comforting either.
I remembered! But instead of an unnatural memory I started to get a cold chill down the back of my spine. At last! I was now on the other side of the intersection. I knew it was all over with and I knew what I had to do next. But I was scared shitless remembering those eyes. Still, I was compelled to look back up at that streetlight. It was my obligation to confirm if what I had seen was real or just another dream. So before I took this delusion as a wake up call I slowly stared up, higher and higher. I looked up past the cars and past the slowly rising sun. I stared right up slightly past the streetlight getting the full image of it connected to the metal pole. I wanted to give out a sigh of relief, but that was when I ran. I ran for my life towards that patriotic American flag. I had only one image in mind at the time. Two eyes squinting as they stared unnaturally right back at me. What I saw was no dream and I was right in the middle of this unnatural thing's crosshair.
What would you do?
What could anyone do?
Original Version (Written in 2005)
It was a foggy Halloween morning and the sun had just barely begun to break through. Sherrie, a tall athletic girl with as much destination in her life as her broken down car, just barely stopped at the intersection a few blocks from her school. As she waited for the light to change, she only had enthusiasm to increase her already tired self. A restless habit she acquired from a long soccer practice the other day (and every school day). This made her hesitant at first to notice, a shadowy figure in the middle of the intersection. Slowly this silhouette was coming into focus among the bare light as the fog cleared. Sherrie's attention was away from her thoughts of attempted sleep and now to this figure in front of her car becoming clearer. It was a foggy Halloween morning and the sun had just barely begun to break through. Sherrie, a tall athletic girl with as much destination in her life as her broken down car, just barely stopped at the intersection a few blocks from her school. As she waited for the light to change, she only had enthusiasm to increase her already tired self. A restless habit she acquired from a long soccer practice the other day (and every school day). This made her hesitant at first to notice, a shadowy figure in the middle of the intersection. Slowly this silhouette was coming into focus among the bare light as the fog cleared. Sherrie's attention was away from her thoughts of attempted sleep and now to this figure in front of her car becoming clearer.
Beep, Beep! A car honked behind her and she now focused upon the light that had turned green. She looked back down and the figure was gone. No longer lingering in thought, she hit the gas and drove on.. Just barely passing the intersection, an unwelcoming shiver traveled down her spine. Then with a flash of lightening everything in her went blank.
Nothing, but pure darkness, Sherrie could only hear a faint voice of the one she had forgotten, "Heal, you must heal, you will … HELLO! She had awaken to the sound of a man yelling out, "If anyone can hear me, anyone! Paramedics are coming." Her car was off and everything was blurry, confused Sherrie undid her seatbelt hitting the car ceiling in the process. She vomited in what appeared to be her car, now upside down. It had been mysteriously flipped and now near the side of the curb, behind the beginning of the intersection she had just previously passed. The sun now had clearly broken through, as there was no fog left and a light glare beaming in Sherrie's left side mirror. Sherrie too confused from being distorted passed out on top of her vomit.
The man had now been trying to get a clear image, as he gaze upon this chaos. What lay before him in all directions of the intersection were, tossed cars in as many positions as thinkable. The thought that kept going through his head was if everyone was all right. It seemed some people were struggling, but no one was seriously hurt. The next thing that set in his mind were four bizarre holes in the side of the ground, just pass the intersection. They looked as if misshapen bullets had been fired by some kind of foreign gun several times into the Earth.
The man could now hear the sounds of the ambulance and police getting closer. "Help was on the way", he thought. He hesitated no longer about this incident and hurried off to the sounds of aide. He had just come to the end of this event, but couldn't disregard the fact that some unnatural force had made all these cars toss every which way. The man couldn't help but think of the image he saw when he first arrived to the scene, it started with him getting a bad chill down his spine. Then he had the urge to look down the street to what lay before him. Running toward the police, he had only one image in mind, the silhouette of a man in the dim light of the foggy Halloween morning….
- Peace
March 16, 2009
Late During a Full Moon
She awoke me from my eternal slumber with an unsettling banging on the heavy wooden door. I was distressed and weary of answering, but the presence entranced me to do so. I opened the door and saw her standing there in chaotic form. Her clothes a mess, but still her beauty was prominent. The boys called her Sherrie. I just called her Flow and this was based on the fact that she usually went where the wind took her. At first, I was not paying attention to her, but whatever she was talking about it was urgent. Beyond her elegance I caught my reflection in a puddle by her feet. My hair was fizzy like a volcano about to erupt, which was equal to the feeling of my sore back. I was still tired from all the work I was doing from the night before. Flow was a talker, what did she just say? It sounded important.
“Did you hear me? They have come for you.” She said. I definitely heard that.
“Look, everyone knows about you and the Princess. You went too far. You have to run now.”
Ah yes. Now I remember. I am definitely in trouble. I just figured it would take the King longer to figure out I was seeing his daughter, the Princess. The King of my homeland, the Eastern Wasteland, was a corrupt piece of trash. Like most great Kings of this world he did his job well and was very thorough. Especially when it came to his punishment and the Princess was worth it. Anyone who even stared at her was either hung or whipped (The latter being worse in my opinion). I had been seeing her on a constant basis as I did my assassination jobs for the King, chores, as I like to call them. All this time I was getting a little extra incentive from the King’s daughter. This went well for me. I am not the humble assassin the King presumed me to be. He should’ve known this based on the chores I did. No one else would do tricky stuff like blowing your cover without a weapon or eating feces for a truce. I do the things people consider borderline psychotic just to get by. There was a bell ringing loudly now. No doubt it was the main bell from town hall. It was a warning for any danger, me. I asked only one thing before I told Flow to be on her way.
“Where is she?” I demanded.
“You know where,” she said as she slipped out through the back gate.
Sadly, I knew exactly where she was and I had very little time to intervene. When a King finds out one of his own men are messing about (Intimately) with the royal family it means he will do only two things. First, send that person royal or not off to the Forgotten Kingdom with the blue bloods for ten years. The Forgotten Kingdom is no fairytale; it is a devilish place where the old generations of the rich and powerful refuse to die. They involve themselves in far worse taboo then blood worship. Mainly incestuous relationships are common practice to stay alive hence the blue blood. I could not let her accept that fate. Sleeping with her old cousins or grandfathers is a torture no one should bare unwillingly. Second, my death is to come swiftly by the King’s top assassination squad. Only problem is I am one of them. The way assassins worked in each kingdom was by one main ranked squad of the five best and then another rank of replacements with ten. I was main rank five which could only mean they would send main rank four after me. On top of all this my back gave out during my last chore and I have yet to fully recover from the ordeal. As an old saying goes, nothing’s easy. Knowing the King, he would have prepared for these two steps already, which means I am short on time. I cannot think about this anymore. I must get to the Princess before she is shipped off to the Forgotten Kingdom. There is also one last thing I forgot to mention about the main rank five. Everybody in this top rank has a special trait; it is what makes them so elite. This kind of makes the ranking system in the top five a little open to interpretation. For example, even if main rank one were better than main rank two they would still have very different traits, which could impact the battle if them or anyone in the top rank fight each other. My trait was stamina and fighting the elite assassin’s is now my fate. I also think that personally my trait stacks well against the others. Even if I was bleeding to death, I do not stop fighting. I just keep going. Hell, I even ran halfway to the Western Kingdom once as I was chasing a bounty before I took a break. Also, I damn near made it three quarters through the Desert of Death without water. I don’t know why, but I am a glutton for punishment. Every time I do a chore, shit, converse, or whatever I just never give up till someone caves. Till my last bone crumbles to dust is how I live. I would be doing the same for this girl and I barely had any time left. I was going to be late. I had three obstacles to get through. The King would send the three assassins ahead of my rank. This saves main rank one for a higher priority, like lunch. I just had to make it out of this village alive. I will take the south exit. No big deal. Then hop the steam train to the Uphill Forest and on the other side is my destination. The Relics of Time. This old fashion transport system is where my girl awaits. So simple a baby could do it, but it would be only me. I equipped my two steel stilettos, rations, and light armor. I opened the back gate going the same way Flow went. And to my surprise she was still there, but with an oddly shaped yellow blade splintering her neck. I greeted them.
“Flow and main rank four. The best tracker of all the kingdoms.”
“Nice to see you as well, main rank five, how is your back?” Main rank four replied.
I did not answer him. I quickly took out my stiletto and threw it straight up in the sky as high as I could. He stared at the dagger as it twirled high in the blue sky right into the sun’s light. I moved quickly as main rank four’s attention was to the sun. I took out my second stiletto and went right for his head pinned behind Flow. He increased the swords grip on her neck and blood began to spew everywhere.
“Sorry Flow,” I whispered.
I went right through the side of her neck ever so slightly and stabbed main rank four with my stiletto through his eye. He was dead instantly. Flow screamed as the sword’s grip loosened. I quickly jabbed the stiletto out of the two of them, but the damage was done. She just smiled at me as she slowly bled to death. I put my hand on her heart and felt it slowly pound fainter off into the darkness. I put my two stilettos back as I watched the two of them lifeless as they were sleep in silence. I closed Flow’s eyes one last time and was on my way. I was lucky enough to catch the last steam train before the knight watch passed by. The elite Knight Watchers would no doubt be on alert for me. I was in a rush so I held the steam train engineer at gunpoint, with a slight gesture from my hand. A cheap trick, but I was short on time. He went full blast to the Uphill Forest. I told him to drive past the forest and head to the Western Trade Zone. He zoomed off as I jumped down into the dark green trees. Hopefully I bought some time, but I hit my head instead and rolled with too much momentum. I blacked out. I was dreaming now or at least what I saw next wasn’t real, it couldn’t be. I was in a room painting a wall black while the others lay there black as the night. When I finished I stared at my freshly painted black wall and saw nothing but darkness. For an instant I closed my eyes and then suddenly I saw the full moon shining straight at me from my newly painted wall. There was no wall anymore and just the darkness of a night’s sky. It was amazing. Next I saw the slight glow of a woman in this wall. It was the Princess. I looked right at her. Her elegance was now in full view from the light. This was a beauty worth fighting for. I wanted to tell her everything would be OK, tell her I was on my way, but no words would come out. She walked straight out of the wall and moved no more then an inch away from my face. In the most peaceful way she smiled and said,
“Don’t be late.”
I smelled burning tar. I was awake now. I was tied like a pig to a stick above a boiling pot of tar underneath me. It was main rank three preparing my torture.
“Welcome back five, you were out for quite a spell. I am sure you already know my specialty, stealth. Which is why I waited till you got to the forest before I did you in, but to my enjoyment you did yourself in with that fall.”
I only smiled back as he began to chatter away. That was one thing that always bothered me about the rest of the main rank. Main rank three especially never shut up when they got the chance. They would always be talking about missions and skills. I hated it, but all the assassins were known for their prideful rants. I did not have time to worry about this now, I needed to go, and the Princess could leave any second now. As he waited for the boiling tar to heat up further I looked for my weapons, which were gone. I began to flex my wrist and put as much pressure as I could on the muscle there. Slowly a small blade was coming out, my hidden blade I used during extreme times. I cut the ropes and waited for any chance to hide. He was near the end of his boring monologue now and he very calmly turned his back and closed his eyes to end his speech. I ducked behind the tar pot during this moment of chance.
“So main rank five, any last requests?” He opened his eyes and looked directly at the fire.
“Where the hell? I will find you!” He screamed. “Do not forget who is the stealthy one here.”
He walked over to the tar pot. I knocked it over and it spilled all over his legs, crippling him instantly as it burned and seared his body. He was laughing, the sick Bastard, to his delight.
“Hah, you will never make it in time, you know who else waits for you, I was just the decoy, you’re already dead!”
I ripped the blade out of my wrist and chugged it straight into his corrupt and twisted heart. I picked up my gear and ran off past the dark green trees. The problem with the Uphill Forest is just that, it is uphill. I was short on time and out of breath. I lived for these moments of late. My back was burning as I ran. It felt like torture but I pushed myself. My throat was croaking now and I could feel blood in the very pit of my lungs, yet I pushed on. The sun was hitting through the forest just barely glaring into my eyes. As I coughed and choked to death from the pain, I felt at peace. I was running faster now knowing my final destination lie on the downhill slope. My Princess awaits, my lady, my prize. My lungs burned with passion as my feet carried me on. I thanked the Gods, the Devils, and the Creation for this day, this very moment in my life. Finally, I arrived at the station, The Relics of Time. I was a bit reckless and rushed out into the open as I searched for her. The station was an old untouched relic full of dust, rust, and glamour. Only one transport lay here, it had to be hers. So I ran to it. I ran as hard as I could. I ran so hard that I did not look ahead of me and I tripped stumbling right before the lifeless transport. I picked myself up and opened the door to the driver’s seat. The driver unchanged by my sudden appearance looked straight at the cockpit and began to mess about with the controls. I grabbed him so fast that dust from all over had temporarily fogged my vision. He was nothing but dust to me now, as he lay lifeless on the ground before me. Suddenly, as the dust cleared, a cold dark feeling grew at the pit of my stomach. I was late. I had a feeling. As the dust cleared another transport lay perpendicular to the one before me.
“Another one?” I said dully to myself. My voice echoed through the station.
This was odd and unexpected. I immediately opened the passenger door to the current transport. Empty. Was I expected? No, I had no time to think about this. I rushed to the other transport. I opened the passenger door. A cold searing pain lie at the pit of my stomach and this was more than a feeling. The plain frown of main rank two lay before me as his jagged edged claymore stabbed through my body. Instantly, the blade ripped out of my stomach and blood began to spray everywhere. I fell to the ground as the blood made a beautiful noise leaving my body. Something similar to the noise a slow streaming waterfall in an untouched forest would make.
“Where is she”, I screamed.
He coldly replied, “You can talk with all that pain? Your specialty presides even my own. I was always jealous you know. I had pure strength, the muscle of the Eastern Kingdoms, but so what? We all have muscle. You have the best trait. A high tolerance for pain, amazing stamina, the list goes on.”
“Where is she?” I demanded again at the top of my lungs.
“Stand before me as the powerful assassin I know you are and I shall present her here.” He said without a moment’s hesitation.
I loved this feeling of Hellish pain as I slowly stood up. He was right about my stamina. It was what got me this far or maybe it was something else. I was barely focusing on his figure in the bright daylight now shining throughout the station. I took out my stiletto.
“Very good and as promised.” He glanced behind me pointing with two of his fingers shaped like a gun.
I was sure he had a dirty trick up his sleeve, but I looked without hesitation. There she was, crying in a beautiful gown of gold and red. I smiled as the sun shined upon us both. This was not Heaven, but to see her like this even in a wasteland of death was enough to motivate me. I was now ready for the final act. I was going to kill him before I died. At this point I was almost compelled to kill him five times over. A shadow was blocking my sunlight. Ruining the moment. I turned around and saw main rank two’s heavy blade swinging inches towards me. He was blocking my light during this magnificent moment. I just stood there and watched the powerful weapon swing towards me. This was it. I closed my eyes and remembered. Remembered the full moonlight. This was not how I expected it to end and it didn’t. I opened my eyes again, but this time stood above him with my stiletto jammed in his hand. The unexpected force of my strike had knocked him down. He was struggling to get back up as I picked up his claymore. Very simple like I walked over to him and whispered only one thing,
“You blocked my light.”
I slammed the thick claymore into his head. I fell back. The sudden change from the claymore’s impact and my lack of blood was beginning to take a drastic affect on my body. I was weak. I was dead. I closed my eyes one last time as I fell to the ground. Instead of the dust surrounding me a heavenly scent of the Princess was before me. I opened my eyes to tears of joy among her face as she shook to my warm embrace. I looked at her and smiled; with one kiss to her tender lips. She said only one thing,
“Lets go,” she whispered this as our lips touched again. We were lost in the moment.
