Dante the Lonely Twin (7) Finale

• Now: Chapter 7 Disruption of a Dream

• Next: Chapter 1 The Abduction
  

Chapter 7 Disruption of a Dream

Darkness surrounded this new world of Dante's; he was within a canvas of black. At the moment, trapped in this puddle of nothingness, his mind was slowly being stripped...of everything. Heedlessly, some light bounced off in the distance and his cage of emptiness took shape. He was surrounded by all sides with a large mass of dark goo, although below him was an endless pit. Above him, in this small world, was a skyless abyss and no more than a gaze away. A cold breeze hit him and his mind slowly lifted up towards this beautiful darkness. A true spectacle was embarking around his body that could not be seen, but only felt. His heart could feel the damp touch of the breeze slowly ripping the warmth from his soul. Higher and higher, Dante continued upwards with the breeze. If he did not react soon, he would be doomed. Short on time, Dante gathered the first thought that came to mind. A horrible feeling hit him and he saw the image of his twin walking off in the distance. He tried to change this thought to something more positive, but he was quickly losing himself. The breeze was growing stronger as he was lifted further up towards the abyss. An aching spike attacked his heart and went throughout his body. Unable to control the sensation, Dante's mind screamed in horror, "Ahhhh!" At first, he tried to use the growing pain as a push to restrain himself, but this made it worse. "What was all this training for?" Dante crudely thought, it was then, when he saw one last image barely shine through the darkness. He saw a vague outline of his twin, slowly fading away. Suddenly, his heart came to a stern halt and his eyes saw a simple white light. The world he was encased in began to dimmish as he withered away. He had barely begun his journey to the abyss and his life would end in a space of empty bliss. Dante's eyelid grew heavy and began to close, but the light grew stronger. Peaks of the light corroded his sight and his eyelids were forced wide open. Dante's heart took to a new tune and he let in a small breath of cool air. Very quickly, the world returned to cage him along with the breeze to constrict and persuade him. Now, the light in his eyes began to expand across his entire body.  The breeze returned and tried to finish the job pulling him up and away, but this light resisted. The breeze twisted and pulled, but his mind stayed intact and his heart rose to a tune of calming. Finally, the breeze began to dissolve freeing Dante from the horror above; a place reality could not touch. The light expanded further around Dante and this world quickly began to shatter. His pain slowly dispersed and transformed into a guide for the strong light to rampage through the darkness and set him free. Not much was left untouched by light, but the brightness continued onward and this world of black disappeared. Dante took in a deep breath and closed his eyes to the accepting aura. Moments later, maybe two, he opened his eyes to the incandescent light of the library that grazed his body once more. The dark being had released Dante and he found himself next to a wall only a few feet from his terminal. The being carried itself to his terminal where the whining window of black was still open. Dante noticed the dark figure slowly inch itself back inside the window and disappear. The being was done with him, and Dante laid triumphant and quite shaken. The dark window gave out one more whine and slowly faded away. He looked up to notice the lights come back on in full blast, as if they had returned from a dead stop in time. 

"Free, I am..." Dante passed out on the floor.

Dante opened his eyes to the sight of Jasmine looking over him. He was back at home and in his bed, quite startled to this surprise. Jasmine was amused by this moment of panic and wonder exhibited across his face. The questions stirring up in his mind right now might have even equaled hers. "Jasmine, how much, what do you know?" Dante stared at her but looked straight through, burning a hole into the wall. "Enough to follow you one of these days. Relax. I brought you back and you have been out for a while." She looked up and down his body as if expecting some sign of a battle or fatigue. "Thanks, really, thank you" Relief swept Dante ten times over. Jasmine paced around the room a bit and stopped at a window by Dante's feet, "Well?" Jasmine looked out the window, stalling for an answer. "I'll tell you everything. Just take a seat because it is heavy." Dante pushed himself up a bit and opened up to her. It took some time but he told her everything: the abduction, the mysterious man, the training, and the battle in darkness. It was hard to swallow, but for now, she accepted it. 

Three days had passed and Jasmine had been coming by religiously for questions as well as to comfort. "So what now? Is it over just because you haven't heard from this entity or whatever?" Jasmine's eyes glazed up. "I don't know, I cannot define what will happen next." Dante, now up and about, was changing his shirt as Jasmine continued to wonder in thought for words of encouragement. Outside, a harsh wind was passing through the bright sky and a windless night was sure to follow. Back inside, Jasmine was brewing a guiding thought, "Remember where we were headed on the night of the abduction?" "Yea, Devil's Peak for that show." They both looked at each other and their chests felt a heavy weight of accomplishment. Almost in unison they both agreed, "Let's go!" No words were spoken on the long windy drive uphill into the forest. The only forest in their town laid on top of the highest hill away from any city. They had arrived at the top with a thin crop of trees dressing the main hillside. On the edge of hill you could see the industrial side of their hometown. It was here- right next to the edge and shadowing a small stretch of trees- Jasmine and Dante came to rest. They both sat down on the dry Earth and a light breeze hit them as the sun slowly began to set. She took in a deep breath, "What now Dante?" "Just be here for me, its all I need." Jasmine rested her head on his lap. She stared off into the distance as he closed his eyes. "I will call for them this once." A minute, two minutes, five minutes, ten minutes passed, and still nothing. Jasmine looked up and watched as his face fidgeted left and right. She grew concerned and did the only thing she could, giving a strong hug full of a heart's content. Dante felt a warm embrace surround him and he calmed down instantly. His body froze and and the image of the mysterious man appeared. A channel was now open and he began the chant he had used once before. "I am you," His mind began to lift up and drift away. "You are me," He drifted further away. "We are one together," Far, far, away he traveled. "The Creator is good," Dante felt a strange sensation around him, but kept his eyes closed. A cool warmth was surrounding him, but he could no longer feel his body, only sense it. He opened his eyes to a room of darkness except for three bright orbs of light focused around him. He saw the great fiery eyed mysterious man standing in the first orb. In the second orb he saw the giant feminine being with her purplish skin and engrossing smile. Finally, he saw the man who was nothing more than a mask that spun around in fire and a shady robe in the third orb. The fiery eyed man spoke, "We have waited for you Dante. Do you understand what has brought you here?" Dante rose up and shouted at the top of his lungs for all to hear, "Rhea." Fire burst from the mysterious mans eyes, "Do you know why?" Dante hesitated for only a moment,

"I am her and she is me. We are one together. She is no longer here, and yet she is with me. The Creator, the good, has tested my will. I was never alone and yet I am. This is my test"

The mysterious man smiled and he beckoned to a fourth orb behind Dante. He turned around and fell to the ground along with tears heavier than life itself. A woman in a full black attire stood before him. She walked over and placed her hand on Dante's face to wipe his tears.  Dante began to shake slightly as an unexplainable sensation was causing his eyes to burn and his mind to blur. She smiled at his uneasiness and carried herself past him. She motioned herself in front of the mysterious man. "Do you understand what happens next?" The mysterious man's smile turned into a serious pause of excitement. Dante rose once more and turned to the direction of the four orbs. "No and I don't care. I know I will be ready for what comes next." The lights from each of these entity's slowly began to fade and a strong light shined on Dante. He pictured his twin once more and the light engulfed his mind, body, and heart. His soul slowly rose from within him and his destination was marked. A beautiful sky was shining up above and a guiding light was aiming to a specific sight in mind. Dante let out a simple smile as his soul carried him away to the unknown. It was in this moment of beauty, that the light slowly began to unravel.

• Now: Chapter 7 Disruption of a Dream

• Next: Chapter 1 Change The Abduction

Dante the Lonely Twin (6)

• Now: Chapter 6 Change Comes with A Choice


• Next: Chapter 7 Disruption of a Dream

Chapter 6 Change Comes with A Choice

The next day Dante was scrolling through the library for any material of interest. Although, he found himself constantly reading only the books aged like a fine wine. Environmental studies across the globe were of particular value, over everything else. The changes the environment went through had a pattern and it almost always related to time. Time, something Dante seemed to get lost in these days. His mind was becoming a complex maze of time that slowly winded down and around like a crazy meadow kids seem to be fond of. Rather, nothing was connecting in his mind like a terribly difficult and intriguing puzzle. For now, he could accept anything as a sign or twist of fate; even if it meant a moments bliss. 

Finally, Dante arrived at his terminal and awaited for the window to appear again. Yet, nothing appeared and nothing happened. The lights dimmed and all around him people were moving about checking their emails as they quietly read about the latest gossip. Dante's mind was cluttered from the massive energy of thought that surrounded him and no doubt stressed in his current situation. In an attempt to concentrate he closed his eyes as his mind opened. Everything slowly drifted further away as he went deeper inside himself. He could hear the voice of the mysterious man calling him, and it felt like a warning. "Dante, Dan-te, a choice must be..." the mysterious man's voice vanished. Dante opened his eyes and noticed the power to his terminal was gone. In fact, like a bulb had blown out, the light all-around him was fairly dimmer than normal. He looked up and the lights were fine, but something was different. Something had changed as he looked around; but like always, nobody seemed to notice. "What's going on, a choice must be what?" Dante said abruptly. 

Suddenly, in front of the computer screen, a warped window appeared with a wrangling sound of an electrical misfire. "What the," Dante said towards the activity which gave his heart an alarming beat. As his eyes slowly pulled into the fascination before him a completely thin and black window appeared. He looked into this new window, which was opposite from his usual electrically clean and clear one. The window was so purely black he could see his very own reflection mutter an unknown expression. Dante peered in for a closer look and then the window began to ripple... something was slowly oozing out. He fell back as a strange dark shaded blob of a thin two-dimensional and very simplistic geometric shape popped out. This thing waved and flapped around like a new body getting use to the world. This blob had a creamy dark texture, similar to the window, and as it grew into full form seven feet of glory was to behold. The blob slithered out of the window and glared at the only thing of interest while a white strip appeared like a flat half crescent symbol straight on its now oval shaped body. Dante was laying directly in front of this beings presence which had now fully matured to its surroundings. He stood up firmly and faced this being with a calm grin, "What are you? What, what do you want? Do you have a test for me? Wait... this is the test!" Dante thought to himself for a moment, but he was ready for the challenge. He calmed his thoughts and said the first thing that came to mind, "Hey you! Give it to me, whatever the challenge is, lets do this! Hello stupid?" Dante shouted. Not the smartest collection of statements, but he needed to get the dark figure's attention. 

As if taken in by his aura, the being leaned in and went no more than a breath's distance away from Dante. Rest assured, his eyes quickly felt the full enclosure of the beings gaze. A cold chill rose up his spine as the being extended and wriggled behind Dante with enough stride and distance to be his reflection. "Shit." Dante felt a hot flash go through his mind. He new danger was imminent and quickly turned his body just as the being smashed into his feet. Like a tree taking the full impact of a strong wind, Dante was being absorbed, by a cool metallic liquid no less. With only his head left untouched, as the river of darkness consumed him, time slowed down for an instant. Dante took one look up and closed his eyes in acceptance. Only a moments notice before everything went black he took two deep breaths. As day becomes night, not even a speck of light remained in the dark puddle that had pulled and encased him.

• Now: Chapter 6 Change Comes with A Choice
• Next: Chapter 7 Disruption of a Dream

Dante the Lonely Twin (5)

• Now: Chapter 5 A Passage of Acceptance

• Next: Chapter 6 Change Comes with A Choice

Chapter 5 A Passage of Acceptance

For a little bit, life went back to normal for Dante. He had not received another call from them, but it was just a matter of time. His life was a simple cycle, in-which he kept mostly to himself. At night, he took care at his folks place and quickly carried himself back into his room to meditate. A calming method his father had taught him long ago. He did not dare speak to his parents or anyone for that matter about prior events. Keeping the big burden to himself was not too much of a hassle. For sport, he would have a morning jog before going to his classes everyday. Dante, although he didn't look the type, was a college student for one of the local abstract universities. Not focusing on much, he took any kind of class that didn't get too much in the way of his life. Mainly, philosophy and communication studies, not to say they were not challenging. During the process of coming and going he tended to stare into absolute nothingness for solitude. In class, a professor's lecture became an ambient chant. At home, he would lay in his bed while watching the life outside of his small window carry on. Outside, children are laughing, teasing, and playing. At certain times he would even digress into an immature carefree nature. Anything to prolong the concerns contained deep within him. It would appear as if everything in his life was acceptable, as though he accepted his passage in life, for now.

But it was just a matter of time. He would receive another call...from them.

"The preparations have already been arranged. Go now.” The voice spoke at last. Dante awoke from a slight morning dream. "I guess...I guess it makes sense." Dante said as he got out of bed. An image was already placed in his thoughts and he had a location clear in his mind.

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Just a few cities outside of his, he arrived in a strange old town full of a chilly Autumn weather. "This is the place." Dante said as he hopped off the local train which carries through a dozen cities near him. Where he arrived was a whole new world. A complete contrast to the fast city life he was surrounded in most of the time. It was cold and he carried himself forward as he hugged the heavy jacket on his back. Straight ahead was his destination and something was starting to feel familiar about this place. There was no snow but the place had odd similarties to his dream. His destination was the large aged building in front of him. An old library, which lit up in Dante's eyes. "The old building from my dream, Rhea... What is the connection?” Dante sighed as he continued his trek. Just as it was when he first met the mysterious three, this place was full of all the kinds of weary eyed drifters. All around him he noticed men, women, and children full of little life. The kinds of looks they gave itched a chill onto his very soul; but he had to ignore all this. He had a mission, a destiny to fulfill. So, Dante continued onward ignoring everything and everyone else as the future presented itself before him. He noticed the entrance immediately, but was distracted by a long line to his right. A lady from the line caught his attention for a brief moment. She had curly hair and a jagged like figure tall enough for a model from a retirement home of hunchebacks. Just then, a fight broke out behind him and the lady came near to watch the fight. Dante moved back and away from the scene. The lady looked to her left for a second glance, but he was gone. “Where to go,” Dante thought to himself inside the library. He shuffled about and continued to where his heart skipped a beat, where he felt he should go by instinct. "Was this part of the training?" He thought and he walked around for a feeling or sensation from his body. He was being guided about these days. On the second floor, he noticed a computer terminal uninhabited and it lit up for him, in his head at least. He went straight to it.

...

For almost three months Dante had been coming to this library and sitting at the same empty terminal. Each day he would find the time to spend an hour or two for a special window to pop up and continue his out-of-body training. What exactly he went through was hard to pinpoint, although, it was identical to his experience at home. One thing was clear, no one else noticed what was going on, maybe he was crazy. Dante logged off to end another night. Lately he had been juggling an exhausting schedule between school and training. Nearly half of a day was now spent to what could possibly be the most important thing in his life.
"Weird, I feel, weird." Dante wandered in his thoughts as he exited the library. He noticed an argument going on over by the food line across the street from him. For some reason he could hear the people talking clearly from the distance he was at and could feel something about to erupt. Dante rushed over. "Hey everyone keep your cool while we get the food out." One of the men serving the food said. "We're all cranky, but nothing is going to make this go faster, you hear?" A lady near the front of the line said. Two men who were arguing minuscule words, earlier, now erupted into shouting threats and began to throw fists. Dante looked on eagerly but felt nothing of interest in the fight, not even worth stopping. Suddenly a bright sensation, a hot sensation, came about in his head and he turned around. An oddly bearded man walked by him slowly and collapsed. No one else seemed to care too much about it. "Crap, you OK buddy?" The man did not respond to Dante's call, he just laid there motionless. Dante went over to him and put two fingers on his temples. He began to chant to himself and the man woke up. People from the line began to notice. "Hey what are you doing. Just go leave em alone," A lady shouted. "He fell!" Dante yelled back, but he knew he was only making things worse. The man ignored him and continued on. Dante stared blankly at the ground and walked away. "What have I done?"

Back at home, Dante tried to get as much rest as he could, but found it harder to sleep. His body was full of more energy than he ever had before. He felt like running at one o'clock in the morning. His mind was full of thoughts, but just as quickly he could cancel it all out and focus on nothing. He let out a big warm smile and turned the light off. He looked into the mirror and hardly noticed the reflection of himself. On the outside, aside from his smile, he was just so average. Everything in his life was practically normal, but inside, he felt like so much more.

• Now: Chapter 5 A Passage of Acceptance

• Next: Chapter 6 Change Comes with A Choice

Dante the Lonely Twin (4)

• Now: Chapter 4 An Ice Cold Sight

• Next: Chapter 5 A Passage of Acceptance

Chapter 4 An Ice Cold Sight

Dante appeared on a cloudy day. Just as a slight breeze from the East went right past the icy coldness of his world. He was standing before a field of slick blue ice. What lay ahead, beyond the blizzard, was his destination; an old building where his training was to be next. He started off so typically, like any human being, with one foot after the other. He brought his hands up to his mouth every few feet or so to blow out warm air from his lungs. Nothing could soothe the bitterness that was cold surrounding Dante. His lack of attire, mismatched pajamas, was not fitting for this moment. As he continued onward, something was out of place. To his left, just barely a few inches from him, an ice sculpture appeared to be glaring him down. A beautiful woman carved in stone from a very ancient time. He gave the lady in ice one quick look and then continued towards the wind. The glare from the lady quickly turned into a crazed smile full of gritty teeth. She moved directly behind Dante and a brief tap was felt on his shoulder. He was struck but barely touched, more importantly he was dazzled from what hit him. He turned around to gaze into her ice cold sight, but she was gone. He moved about slowly, a sick undertone curled in the very pit of his stomach. Almost like an internal blizzard he turned into ice, although, the process was slow. First, the ice turned his gut into the cold, but he could still move. Dante paced forward to resist the change, but it was too late. Finally, the ice rushed from his feet upward, the process was near over. As his feet stuck to the ground, his body blended in with the cloudy day. With one final ounce of warmth he gave out a tremendous scream; the sound of a lion's roar was not far from the truth.

He hit his bed with a thunderous crack. He had awaken from a terrible dream. Sweat was spread throughout his body for all of the morning to see. Dante spoke upwards into the nothingness, "Rhea, my twin. Why dream about her. What does, whats does it mean." He spoke a faint name almost never uttered in good company. His sister, who at a time was to be born with him.

Rhea and Dante. The twins born from love, except this was not to be. Dante had never seen his unborn twin before, but felt that if she were alive and of course, his opposite, he would recognize her like snow on mud.

"If she is alive, I will find her. They will call soon. They must." In his mismatched pajamas, Dante carried himself past his bathroom and his reflection glared at him like always. He continued his strut outside, giving the mirror's reflection no more than a second glance.

• Now: Chapter 4 An Ice Cold Sight

• Next: Chapter 5 A Passage of Acceptance

Dante the Lonely Twin (3)

• Now: Chapter 3 The Next Day

• Next: Chapter 4 An Ice Cold Sight

Chapter 3 The Next Day

A few flashes from the night before went through Dante's head as he awoke in an intense sweat. The bubble that he lived in was no longer transparent and only a bitter taste was remnant of a forgotten bliss. He had overslept a forbidden slumber, with just enough thoughts to slip in. Dante whispered four words into the empty morning, "Where have I been?" So many questions were being pumped through his head, it was about time to plea insanity. So there he was, awake and safe at home, after another journey to the unknown.

What was next?
What did it all mean?

He was about to find out very soon. His head pulsated like a heartbeat at the very end of salvation. He started massaging his temples and tried to ease-up, but like the beating of a drum, his brain just increased in cringe-worthy momentum. His head was heavy and he could barely move or think, but he had to try. In the bathroom he splashed some water on his face and as he looked up his reflection glared at him. Next, he looked in the cabinet for some medicine, anything; but found none. He just stared at his reflection taunt him further. Some how he was being pitied and by himself no less. He went over to his computer and sat down. He was going to try and do some investigating or at least some writing while he could remember everything. Before he could even turn his computer on, a calming emotion sparked throughout his body. He felt the very same energy from before and pictured the unknown man speaking to him. His headache was growing and thoughts began to translate themselves like words scribed onto stone. "Your training will commence. You have been chosen. This is your path...Your headaches will only get worse without proper training of the power that has been awaken. Do not fear us, all will be right...You will begin at once." Just like that, the voice and the commanding power that it echoed was gone. In its place, what looked like a virtual 3D window appeared right in front of his computer monitor. What could only be described as a digital display materialized that had no visible power or connection. Dante's mouth opened wide and his eyes glazed. He was being taken away from the physical so his mind and spirit could accept the knowledge being brought to him through this new experience.

"Knock, knock." Dante's father always knocked first before walking into his room. A habit he had kept up to respect the space a growing adult may need. Dante was in a fixed trance, but almost automatically the window of enlightenment, the connection, was severed. Dante was now fully focused on his father, "dad you will not believe it, I have something great, amazing, magnificent. I have to tell you something." But his father was not listening. He had stopped moving and his eyes had taken on a glow like a light was being shined upon them. Suddenly all the power to his house went out and Dante was in darkness. His father, in some kind of funk, walked out of the room quietly. Dante could hear and feel the sensation of the unknown man in his thoughts. He was upset at Dante for almost divulging the secrets that were apparently not meant to be shared. Dante hurried to his knees and looked up. He opened his arms wide for an apologetic stance, "Oh please, I'm sorry, I am so sorry. Please don't be mad, please don't go. He is my father. It felt natural. This will not happen again, please! Please...I am sorry." One he finished his ritualistic apology the power came back on and his father came back through the door, this time not knocking. "Hey, you are a weird one, praying? I just came to see how the event went. Anything good?" His father did not seem off a beat from the prior transactions that had occurred, his memory had started anew. "Dad... it was alright, can we talk later? I am kind of in the middle of a something." "No problem, peace." His father walked off quickly and Dante sat back down in his chair giving off a great and appreciated breath of anxiety.

So this is how it was for a few days. Dante would continue his normal routine of saving face with his family and then immediately retire into his room where an energetic window would appear in front of his monitor and he would drift off into training. Another distraction was not far away.

Another day down and the window had just begun to fade. Dante's mind was coming back full of thoughts and hope. He still did not know what he was learning or even seeing. Yet his heart was beating a new tune and his headaches, gone from existence. Was a power really inside of him and was it growing and being trained? Everything happened in some kind of subconscious level of intrigue he did not yet understand. He looked slightly to his right and heard his phone go off. It was Jasmine and she was right outside, waiting for him. He still had not talked to her since the day he left her in the city. Actually, he had not talked to many people lately. He stayed secluded in his home disconnected from the outside world and the majority of his responsibilities were an invisible mystery. It was too late to delay her and she walked right in.

Dante turned his chair to the door and she glided in unaware of any prepared speech or friendly excuses, except for an emotional explosion. Jasmine looked at Dante briefly and then carried herself to his bed. She laid down into a comfortable position focused on a dead spot on his wall before taking a deep breath of anticipation. "Dante, I think you owe me some sort of explanation. We have been off and on and I am not sure what I or you even did. Talk to me." Dante rolled his chair over to her and was unsure of what to say. He felt vulnerable and his heart crushed. She was his woman and he her man. But something unexplainable was going on and he did not want to mess anything up. He was already in a mess, but owed her something. So like any man in love he let his heart do the talking, like any idiot. "Jasmine I owe you an explanation, because, I just do."

Dante looked at her and felt an emptiness pry at his heart. He knew he had never truly loved or even taken the responsibility to care for another outside of his family. It hurt to be so inexperienced and he just wanted to have at least one breath shared with another, one feeling. He did not want to become so cold, especially to his friend and companion. "Listen I will tell you everything. Do you remember the evening before, last?" Just then the power went off in his house and he already knew what was going on before feeling the disappointment from the unknown man. He had messed up again, but what could he do? He was in love, or at least he wanted to be at least once. "Well that is just great." Dante sighed and did not want to beg this time, he messed up, but with good reason. "Power problems in your place Dante?"

Just then the power went back on but the feelings and emotions from the unknown man were gone. He knew he had messed up and needed time to think. "Jasmine I'm sorry, can we talk later. I promise I will explain myself when I can." Jasmine got up and walked over to Dante. She stared right into his dazzled and concerned eyes. She pushed herself into his face and gave him a soft kiss and a tight hug. She whispered into his ear, "That is all I ask." She got up and let herself out. Dante spun around in his chair and noticed his reflection in the mirror taunting him again. He rolled his eyes and turned off the light. What better than to sleep on it. If he really messed up he would need a clear head to think about what his next steps would be with his life and when the mystery of the unknown might call.

• Now: Chapter 3 The Next Day

• Next: Chapter 4 An Ice Cold Sight

Dante the Lonely Twin (2)

• Now: Chapter 2 A Voice in the Head

• Next: Chapter 3 The Next Day

Chapter 2 A Voice in the Head

A few flashes from the night went through Dante's head as his loud scream from before now forced him awake. He was in his bed and perfectly fine. He had overslept as he noticed the clock past 3pm. He checked his phone and was late for a date with Jasmine, he rushed himself to the bathroom.


Jasmine was very calm and nonchalant- as she walked block-by-block in the city with Dante -in a desperate search for trendy goods. He was otherwise elsewhere and very suspicious having her so casual and unaware. He really wanted to open up and talk, but not like this; it was hard to communicate his concerns with her. He was fully aware of the prior events and confused by her ignorance. On the other hand, her blissfulness was quite amusing as she carried on to another window full of pricey apparels. Jasmine fluttered about with her eyes, "Doesn't this look good Dante?" Yet again, he was unfocused to her words and instead fully aware of all other surroundings. He knew it was rude but his head spanned a lineage of questions. Inside his head was a puzzle and with millions of unsorted pieces. In fact, each piece was just a beaten down question spun and postponed for a more convenient date.

Jasmine stopped in-front of a bench and an elderly women just happened to pass by and take a seat. Dante opened his mouth, but no words seemed to form. He just glanced at the old lady sitting next to Jasmine and she glanced along with him. "You seem a little odd today. Let's go back if you're sick." Dante calmed the puzzle that was his brain and opened his mouth, "It's not that...it's simply nothing." From the distance the sun was the highest it would be for the remainder of the day as it gave out a tinted aurora of orange and jasmine yellow. The two continued making rounds down the busy market street of the puzzling city. They walked a little further and had come to an empty corner. Jasmine took a second to figure out the next destination. Dante stared off into the distance and felt a sensation coming from the building across from them. An unheard voice spoke to him and he could feel it, a push, all the way to the very inch of his soul. A thought, most likely mistranslated, popped into his head, "Find us. Find us here, we are waiting." Dante's heart began racing faster and faster. His attention was now focused squarely on what his next actions would be. "Jasmine humor me for a second, let's try and check out that place over there." Dante walked straight ahead and grabbed her arm as he went. He knew exactly where he was headed and his emotions grew stronger as much as his legs could stretch and stride allowing a quicker pace. Jasmine's eyes opened up and she gave a short smile, "I guess you're awake now."

What lay before them was a giant building and stuffed into the corner of the trashy end of the market street; naturally a few blocks from the business district. Several strong and ancient looking pillars held the outward part of the front entrance. These pillars bared no immediate value except the aesthetics of a long lost history. A few miscreants and drifters huddled underneath the entrance of this place. They tended to lean against the walls and pillars for shelter. These abandoned people looked dead, and yet, somewhat full of a small erratic spark through their watery eyes. Dante and Jasmine came upon the stubble marble of the entrance way as they walked past the beggars and carried on into the building dead into its center. Inside, right at the heart, books covered every distance imaginable. Books were scattered all about as occupied people huddled around specific odds and ends. They appeared to be in a library, but also some kind of hybrid convenience store for the select few. Jasmine found something interesting to read on the second floor as Dante concentrated harder and started looking around for the voice to make an appearance. As he looked everywhere, running about, nothing was gained and only time lost. He was beginning to lose himself as his pace waned, but he was not tired, only stressed as he continued his search. He gave another look up to his girl and decided to slip out for some air and reevaluate his situation.

Outside, a disillusioned Dante leaned up against one of the large beams not inhabited by anyone. He took in a cool breath of fresh air and closed his eyes. The first thought that came to mind was his father who taught him a few techniques for communication with and without the use of ones tongue. Dante began silently chanting to ease his mind. The very words uttered was of a phrase his father had spoken on more than one occasion as a calming technique; some kind of internal peace.

"I am you and you are me. We are one together. The creator is good."

He slowly calmed himself as he repeated this chant. His heartbeat eased down a level or two and his mind opened up. "They want me to find them. Wouldn't they be somewhere...maybe," Dante stopped all thought, and a light had immediately lit in his mind. He opened his eyes and looked to his far right. He noticed a dirty sidewalk and a handful of homeless people scattered around. Past a pillar with a group of people he noticed a man against the wall of the building he was just inside. He gazed deeper. This man, giant like, had an odd way about him. His aura was that of a familiar appearance and mood. Dante headed towards this man, his calling. In the most casual way he could, Dante, slipped to this man's side. The unknown giant was in some kind of trance, but at first glance Dante noticed his white rags and small staff. The man opened his eyes and Dante looked right up at him. Dante noticed a woman to his right. This was another giant like person and she had purplish dark skin with darkish vine-like hair. She gave a smile as she peered at Dante, but his focus shifted back to this mysterious man. For a split second, Dante felt a great sensation in his lungs and than he took in a deep breath. A mere glance from this man was causing Dante breathing troubles. He relaxed a bit more as his arms seemed to slightly rise up. His eyes locked on and his mouth shifted to a slight smile. The man got up and swiftly moved with the wind. Dante was pulled along with this man's current and like a feather attached to a bird, he was swiftly carried off. The woman followed in close third. His world was beginning to break up as they moved at a high speed. He gave one more look around and noticed another giant, covered in a rag like robe, next to a pillar who opened his arms wide to Dante. Now, with the robe open, his whole body could be seen as a large stone like head with flames which spun in circles like a greeting. Dante had vanished into thin air, with the three mysterious people along with him.

Jasmine put her hand against the glass back inside the building. She was looking directly down to where Dante was. She had an empty expression but her hand quickly turned into a strong fist of an unread emotion. Her fist opened up and her face gained a swift stream of life.

• Now: Chapter 2 A Voice in the Head

• Next: Chapter 3 The Next Day

Dante the Lonely Twin (1)

• Now: Chapter 1 Abduction

• Next: Chapter 2 A Voice in the Head

Dante the Lonely Twin

Chapter One: Abduction

At the time of conception a couple who with the purest intentions decided to bring into this world a boy full of the most potential. The husband with all desire had grasped this idea when he had a dream of his child in front of a magnificent sun. He envisioned his unborn boy in the center feeding off and giving out an amazing energy unlike any other. Sure enough, a baby was born from this couple and as a twin. He had stumbled upon a dry bitter world. Between a glamorous Heaven and a relentless Hell, all deeds of misfortune are done. Here the very people thriving bask in the comforts of the past, while accepting the future of their blank deeds as the present. There would be constant challenges after the next for this newborn arriving on the third rock from the sun.

The part of this boy's life that is most interesting started so typically one cold winter night. He had become a young man and was off onto a blind venture of his own. As a twin, he was never alone and as he drifted off further into the deep a faithful companion accompanied him. In a sense, his friend was there to abide his loneliness for as much as she could. Lonely or even troubled as he was during times; his calling was upon him. A chain of events was already in fruition.

Sometime in the near future...

"JASMINE!" Dante relentlessly yelled through the cool night. Again he yelled, "Jasmine!" This time his head was fully out the window of their car. "Dante, Dante, Dante! Jasmine shouted back as she drove the clunky car forward through the night. "Honestly you're too formal at times. This show will be all right. Don't expect much." She boldly spoke as she weighed her foot down on the gas pedal some more. Dante sighed, "All I wanted to say was, were late. Don't assume you know me so well." "B-F-F, remember?" Jasmine was half focused on the road and all other attention on Dante. "Or maybe just B-F," Dante said under his breath. "You're being smart again," Jasmine said as she focused on the road ahead. Dante turned the radio up and heard an announcement about their destination:


Radio Announcer:
"Hello-hello my beautiful stargazers! Tonight the Evolution Spectacular will be dragging in all kinds of children of the skies alike!!! I can not tell you how excited people are for this rare occasion with over 3,000 attendees! There will be more than a few surprises and special guests on the way and dare I say something of an unknown origin, UFO? I didn't say that, did I? Just stay tuned for those listening, but I highly suggest you to attend. This is going to be a show you..."

Jasmine turned off the radio in annoyance to the announcer's excitement. Again, Dante stuck his head out the car window and began to look up in the small hopes of seeing something wicked.
Jasmine sighed a bit, "I don't see why people push for those kinds of things. I just know something uncontrollably bad and life changing would occur if a real, you-know-what, just flew in and messed with someone's world." The two had been driving for over an hour now and with the full moon above them lighting the path. A show high-up in the hilly forest was the prime destination for these two stargazers. Far away from the cluttered world of their city was a whole new home, although, none of these details mattered.
Now, past the moonlight, a clear blue sky full of sparkling stars was a glimmer of hope. Back in the car, Dante quietly made slow advances to his partners shoulder as he hesitatingly tried to grasp her attention. Suddenly, a rising sound with a whiny undertone, kicked in high gear like a metal bowl falling down a staircase. "You hear that Dante?" Jasmine said. Startled, Dante replied "What? Well...yes, actually." A sudden flash of light surrounded their car and they were slowly lifted up. The two tried to scream and react with fear but all their movements were delayed. A pulsating light had continued to consume their car and quite quickly the opposite took place. When this  light disappeared what remained was darkness and the moon.

Dante opened his eyes very slowly as he awoke in the backseat. He looked forward and saw Jasmine asleep on the wheel. He tried to move around, but instead was struck with a hot flash attacking the very core of his mind. In the distance, he could see a group of small orange and reddish beings who appeared as a kind of mutated humanoid. Their similarities were that of an unborn baby. Dante forced a scream but no sound was heard. He was in a strange room with pulsating walls and his vision was blurry.
Moments to soon for his reaction one of these beings came up to his car and almost floated in. Dante tried to force himself away, but his mind had another hot flash, this one made his head pulsate in an uproar and his body shiver. Dante, still unable to move and let alone barely stay conscious witnessed this being lean in even closer now to observe him. Slowly, more of them surrounded the car and for some reason Dante started to calm down somewhat.
Abnormal as this occurrence was, Dante had always hoped for an unusual event like this to happen, and his heart was pumping blood full of adrenaline. Next, he noticed the being in-front of him extend a small soft hand that glowed a slight shade of orange and pink. The hand faced Dante vertically by a mere inch, and it was frozen in time. As if awaiting approval, Dante did not hesitate and extended his hand back. For a brief moment, the two touched and the little humanoid stared directly into Dante's eyes. For a split second, there was no question of doubt, everything was as fine as a rainy day. A moment later Dante began to shake in a seizure like motion and collapsed in the car. He had blacked out into the unknown as the beings that surrounded him kept up in a very slow pace.

• Now: Chapter 1 Abduction

• Next: Chapter 2 A Voice in the Head

This is my Phobia

Dear Neighbors,

I come to you with pressing news of a buggy nature, or dare I say, arachnid. A week ago I was talking with a friend outside of my complex, which is just a few clicks (Military talk!) from the pool and stairs, when we both saw something that caught our eyes. What we saw was a Black Widow. Now I did not personally see the Redback mark, but let me assure everyone that this was not the Australian False Widow.

Moving on, when we saw the spider it paid little attention to us while moving from the bushes past our feet to under the stairs. I, being a bit of an Arachnophobic, was barely able to move let alone try and stop it or even watch it for too long (I assumed the worst). Fear not! After two weeks of ‘Wikipedia’ research and some 3,000 or so Push-ups I came back to the danger zone ready to study the beast and possibly overcome my emotions. Now to be honest, I did not find the Monster, instead I found its White Widow male lover. In summary, my findings have shown that there is indeed a male creature that is a virgin. I know the male is a virgin because the females eat their lovers after pregnancy is confirmed (Black Widow pregnancy test?). Finally, the two exiles live underneath the stairs near my building in a creepy web as they wait for something. Remarkably, with my cunning wit, I have concluded that this Succubus is gathering up enough food to survive and then will immediately kill her partner after the lovemaking. Do not believe that this is a magical thing, although I think anyone should lose his or her virginity, even if it means dying. I think we must somehow stop this love session before more Black Widows spawn throughout our peaceful village. Personally, I am not taking any action (I can't), because of my curse. This is just an alert for everyone to keep their kids, pets, and make themselves aware that a virgin spider will be dying in the near future which means (Probably) more Succubus Beasts to freely roam around and taunt males. Plus they do have a poisonous bite; so watch out for that. Maybe females are immune to it? I will do some more research (This is the key).

Lastly, be safe and do not go on a spider killing rampage, we have to live with them just as much as they have to live with their barbaric rituals.

Sincerely,

-Anonymous Afro

Boxing Boy The Script: The Movie: The Story (4)

Boxing Boy's Training with the Mysterious, Paper Cup Man
(The Final Chapter)

The next day we had arrived at the beach. The sand was cold and desolate. A familiar tone was about the horizon stretching as far a back as the eye could see. What was I doing here? This was a tough question with a simple answer. The Water Boy and me were at the beach watching a bum sleep in the sand.

Here he is, Water Boy said.
Him? I replied.

Just great. Why did I follow this guy here? My supposed trainer, Paper Cup man, was the first bum we had come across on this beach. I ventured for a meet and greet; although, what more did I have to lose. Right? Paper Cup Man lay there as a shell of a man. I was not sure he would even notice us at first so I stared right into his watery iconic eyes full of scorning and a wretched past; something awfully retched.

Paper Cup Man, hello. I am, Boxing Boy.

He stared at me with one quick glance obviously noticing my red boxing glove hands and went out to shake mine. I was surprised, startled if you will, to realize he had no hands at all but instead a paper cup on each hand. I wonder what his story was.

Why am I not surprised? So this is why Water Boy calls you Paper Cup Man. All of us now, don’t we just make the perfect team?

Gloves, Water Bottles, and now Paper Cups. I whispered.

Yea! Water Boy Shouted.

Knowing the young lad could not sense my humor I carried on without any more jokes. Paper Cup Man was very straightforward. He saw my potential almost immediately and we were off for a little demonstration of my strength, to prove I was trainable, and then my training would begin.

This is very simple. Paper Cup Man said.
If you can hit me, then I train you.

We began immediately and it was hard to believe that this once shady looking bum had the moves of a champ. I charged at him head-on and he disappeared before my eyes. He came back for the rebound and I just barely dodged it.

Come on boy, come on you freak! He shouted.

That was all it took, I know he was just trying to get me wound-up, and it worked. My eyes turned a glow of passionate red and white. My speed increased and with all my might the fight was on, again. I went in with my left and he moved below. I twisted right with my whole body for the counter and he went above. No matter where I went he was prepared. Finally, I took a gamble and closed my eyes and signaled for him to come to me. I could hear his footsteps pacing closer and closer. Then I heard nothing. I had a feeling he was elegantly in the air before every move. I was guessing of course, but it was either the air or he disappeared entirely, which I doubt. I just took a huge chance and threw my fists into the air with a fiery rage full of fury and shit. When I opened my eyes I saw a shocked Paper Cup Man on the ground full of wonder.

Yes, I can train you. Now Water Boy, start the tape! Paper Cup Man shouted.

Out of nowhere, I see Water Boy come from behind a tree and presse play on a boom box. Suddenly a classic jam with an almost hipster eccentric beat begins. In a montage, that would make the cocaine editors of Bollywood soap dramas jealous, Water Boy, Paper Cup Man, and me were jumping from place to place trying out new techniques and challenges to increase my skill and my rage.

Good Boxing Boy, very good, but you can do better. Paper Cup Man shouted as the montage came to a close.

In the only way we could possibly think to finish the montage, I ran up the legendary steps of some old library and at the top Paper Cup Man shouted for me as Water Boy jazzed water… everywhere.
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I was in the locker room and I could hear the noises of a crowd outside. This was it, my final shining moment to end this long day.

Just relax Boxing Boy and remember your training. Paper Cup man said.

Paper Cup Man, you’re leaving, aren’t you? I coughed out.

I have somewhere I must be. Paper Cup Man said.

Suddenly the lights caved and all went black. When the lights returned it was only Water Boy and I.

Now that was weird. Well it’s time Boxing Boy. Water Boy said.

All that is precious and sweet could not stop me, this was a moment frozen in time. I was pumped and ready to take the prize as I fought in my first boxing match and won the girl of my dreams. I was doomed for sure, but like Hell if I wouldn’t try.

THE END

Boxing Boy The Script: The Movie: The Story (3)

The Girl, The Match, & The Water Boy, 3

I saw her from across the street.

“My Destiny”

This is all I could say at such a moment frozen in time. I had barely run more than a few miles and seen a dozen or so girls of beauty pass my glance.

“But this one.”

This one was different. I was full of courage to meet her and my agenda had completely changed due to this simple glance. Was it chance or fate? Maybe neither. I delayed no more and raced across the street to greet. I noticed her focus on a brick wall full of illegitimate advertisements and spam. I went in for the kill.

“You don’t want anything here. It’s full of trouble.”
“Ah, thanks. But I’m just curious,” She replied.

Here response was so delicious. We dwelled into more meaningless chitchat. What was she doing here? Was she waiting for me? No, that would be too lucky. As we paced back and forth I noticed that she was most focused on my gloves. I had barely said a thing, but knew an explanation was in order. For my birthmark, of course, was a unique part of me. I had no extravagant story to delay her, so I just said the first thing that came to mind.

“I’m Boxing Boy”

The loud roar of a car next to us blocked my voice.

“That’s my ride, see you around boxer”

She moved gracefully off and away. She was out of my life, although a flyer from the wall happened to slip my way. Was it chance? Fate. The flyer was of an amateur boxing match tomorrow and I am sure it was the one that caught her interest. A boxing match was my destination. It was a small community event held in the city, but I was not about to disappoint. If she was there then this was my chance to make my move. But for now I was off and back to my run.

“Help”

I heard a cry for help from what sounded like a frail woman. I was delayed yet again from my run and also compelled to help. I was supposed to be a boxer after all and this would be good practice. I followed the screams of pain down a dark alleyway. Someone needed my help and I was about to answer the call.

“I’m no hero”

I said quietly to myself as I moved closer the shadows down the dark alleyway to trouble for me and anyone else. I barely saw anything at first but next to a heaped up trashcan there were two rangy men shaking up a little lady on the ground. I heard the cry once more and ran to confront them.

“Hey get away from her”

They both stared at me for a second and the shorter one yelled back at me.

“Who are you? You a cop or something?”

Now I knew I had to do something that would be impressive to these two lowlifes or they would not go away. I picked up a brick next to me and punched it against the wall and began screaming a bit as I hit the wall next to me.

“I am a very pissed off and highly juiced up boxer. Get out of here or fight me you pieces of trash.”

The two men took a second look at my appearance and quickly stormed off without a moments notice. I took stride towards the injured lady… but was shocked to see an awkwardly shaped and dressed man. My mistake.

“You alright buddy, what were you even doing?”

As I helped him up I took one final look to confirm his sex. Now assured, I took notice to his odd lanky posture, colorful clothes, and unique backpack and belt full of water bottles. Maybe he worked for the water company, maybe.

“Thanks man, they were just going for my water bottles. Guess they thought it was something special. I mean water is special.”

The man gave a long stare and I felt he would continue a very uninteresting story, so I traversed away, but he quickly halted me.

“Hey wait, you saved my life. Let me return the favor, at least help you out for the day, I mean, I am Water Boy.”

I was hesitant to reply to his last statement, but something inside me knew he was not going to leave me peacefully.

“Well I am Boxing Boy and I have a boxing match to prep for in a bit, I suppose I could use a spotter and some water.”

He looked back with a great big smile. I knew I should have kept my mouth shut.

“Well you are in luck my friend because I know someone similar to yourself and I who would be a great trainer.”

I am not sure why, but I followed him. What did I have to lose? Bad question.

Next: Boxing Boy's Training with the Mysterious, Paper Cup Man (The Final Chapter)

Boxing Boy The Script: The Movie: The Story (2)

The Fight Ends Here, 2 (Skipping Ahead)

I saw him staring me right in the face. The crowd was cheering. I could hear them shouting for blood,

“Kill him, kill the boxing boy. Kill the boxing freak!”

I was tired and after that last hit to my skull all hope was dwindling. What was I doing? This is foolish and I admit it. I am just a freak. Just then my opponent spoke,

“Come on you freak. What, you all done now? After I am done with you, I am going for that little girl you been eyeing to death. Me and her are going to have a fun time.”

I retorted,

“You can talk dirt to me, but leave everyone else alone.”

I clenched my glove harder than I ever have before. Even my trainer, paper cup man, would be envious of my stance now. I gritted my teeth pushing all the ends of my lip together as tightly as I could. I wanted to hold back my speech. Talking was done; it was time to kill him. I lifted my fist, which by now was heavier than a thousand bricks. The pain felt great because it was for protection and peace to end this day of fright. I did not even sense it at first, but my fist took off like lighting in the sky straight from Zeus himself. My opponent, the dog, could not even sense the final blow creeping in as he continued to shout trash with spit slipping off his body inch-by-inch. I swiped him with full glory. All the pain, name-calling, and trash talking were centered into my fist. It took just one blow from me to him. This one hit hurt even me as a fiery pulsating burn was coming from my fist. I crashed into him instantaneously shattering his jawbone. I watched as the blood splattered from his face. He started to fall as his neck twisted to the side. He was already out cold. The audience quieted down as I stood there in full aroma to the stench of my victory. I looked to the only person who could get me out of this funk. She stood there not in shock, but in full arousal to my arrival. I walked straight over into her energy sucking eyes and said just one thing.

“This, this was for you.”

She leaned in towards me--shocked as she was—and we both knew it was time to end this fairy tale. Then came the kiss. Of course, as we our lips touched the sunset and the moon slowly and quite dramatically rose in a calming beauty. We gave way to our lustful passionate sins till the end of the night.

Next: The Girl, The Match, & The Water Boy, (Now Part 3)

Boxing Boy The Script: The Movie: The Story (1)

Morning Rush, Part 1

Today the sun rises particularly bright for a young man with light brown skin, a head full of dark hair, and a particularly special pair of hands.

“Good morning,”

Boxing boy said as he slowly woke up for the day. Just like he was after a heavy dream he slowly dragged the morning out for as long as possible. Finally, he started to slowly rise out of bed by moving his left arm out from under the covers. He pulled out his huge red boxing glove of a hand to scratch is unshaven face and yawn some more.

“I hate mornings”

Boxing boy exclaimed in the emptiness of his brightly lit room. He continued this slow process a bit longer until finally preparing for the day, which seemed to be at the speed of light in comparison to his waking engagement. First, it was his teeth that he struggled to brush using his special hands to just barely cling to his toothbrush. Next, it was his breakfast which he promptly punched a few pieces of fruit (Apples no less) and packages around the kitchen. Finally, he checked his email, which for the better in him a brief prayer to God helped before attempting to somehow turn on a computer and type with his gloves; being 100 times bigger than a single key.

Now the afternoon had begun. The day was already closing in thanks to Boxing boy’s late start, but that would not stop him from starting the day. He was already outside on his front lawn doing some stretches in his black boxing boy shorts and matching t-shirt.

“Alright, I’m ready.”

Boxing boy said as he took off for his routine jog around the city using this time to take in the beauty of the people.

Next: The Girl, The Match, & The Water Boy, Part 2

To Kill a Man: The Life of a Mad Man

I struggled quite a bit making this short story. It is a very dark creepy tale into the mind of a sick person. I am usually a happy go lucky kind of guy so it was very hard to do. I think I like the addition of dark/goth/horror content involved in a story just not the whole thing. My next stories will most likely be more comedy and fantasy, but I will remember what I learned here and use it for something else. Nothing is wasted in life. Nothing. Happy April Fools' day.

To Kill a Man: The Life of a Mad Man

Recently released: The personal [written] audio logs of the psychotic murderer, Sime Nane, on record about his first homicide.

I am Sime Nane. I am insane. To kill a man is nothing short of sweet. I can do this. I will do this.

May, 13 2000

Sometimes I...wake up and see nothing. I feel like I am nothing. Then I get out of bed. Realize, I have to get ready for the rest of the day. All these other thoughts come in. It all makes sense. Love. Life. Happiness. Friends. My past, future, present, and then I brush my teeth. What does it mean? Am I slowly slipping into insanity? Am I go insane or have I realized something. Something that can make or break a man. A human being. Or is it just another question. Who am I? What am I doing here? Only time will tell.

May, 14 2000

My insomnia's getting worse. I...I'm not sure how it started. Either jokingly being around my family or the mere fact that with my generation it's very easy to fall off track with the natural cycle of things. But its hit the tipping point. I don't need to sleep at all. Well, only to catch an hour or two for my eyes. Just to know I am alive. I don't even know what the day is anymore. If the days mean anything. I once joked about going a week without sleep. Some joke.

May, 15 2000

I exist, but its quite pointless actually. Even the sweetest moments of my life are just a joke. An ice breaker at that ah, party. Sure I get laughed and ridculed like everyone else. Just like your average citizen. Except I don't like it and I don't think I deserve it. But there is a way. A way for me to take charge of my life. Just its...not what people would expect. Not even what I would expect. It's not the answer that drives me. Not even the question. I think I know what I have to do.

May, 16 2000

I struggled sleeping again last night. It has been a while since I have had a good nights rest. I guess it does not matter. I usually dream horrible things and this was no exception. I cannot remember what it was. The only thing I can say is that it scared the life out of me and I liked it. Not how someone likes ice cream or walks by the beach. But how you like it when the bad guy wins or when a woman gets a beating. Yes, my enjoyment. My pleasures in life have changed. Taken a complete one-eighty.

May, 17 2000

Walls, I remember the walls from my dream now. They were full of the dead body parts of everyone I have ever known. I killed people and lusted for more. I hated it. But this was a dream of course. One thing that I know for sure is that I do not want to stop. I do not want to stop killing or hurting, because it makes me feel complete. Even if the feeling lasts for only a short while. Even if it is all in my head. It is worth it.

May, 18 2000

My greatest fear is not being caught or even dying as a sinner. I think my greatest fear is no longer feeling this sensation. The best way to describe it is like a blood rush, a sugar high. If only people knew how good it feels. Once you get past the unbelievable fear and sickness that people feel about it. To overcome the mere sight of death and partake in it. Become it. Do not hate or love the lack of life because there will always be living things. To take away that which is alive is to feel great for being a part of the divine plan. This is what brings a smile to my face. Slice of skin here, a splash of blood there. Yes, once you get past that first initial feeling that murder is wrong, it is addictive. I simply let go and lust for a warm body.

May, 19 2000
Today I almost lost my nerve. My grip on reality is running thin. I had to kill that store clerk. I am so stupid because I didn't. Such a stupid mistake on my part. I still remember the smile he gave as he handed me change for my lighter. The lighter was for him. It was only an hour ago but my blood is still rushing. Do you think he knew I was planning to use the lighter to burn him? To burn his whole store down? This is what I love about people. They are so clueless about the important things in life. Especially death. When I am staring at you and smiling, I am going to kill you. Without hesitation I could kill as easy as I sleep. I know this now. Even if it means waiting for the kill, I will make sure to get you to bleed. I am not done with him. I am not done with anyone.

May, 20 2000
Sure, I am crazy but would I really care about people, life, even if I thought I was sane? Would I stop myself? Let me explain this almost amazing kill. Remember, the other day I had planned to kill the clerk so subtle like. I bought the lighter and left. Then, today I came back. I asked for the bathroom key and right before I walked out I asked him to show me where it was exactly. The rest was well thought out. He was nothing to me, but another dead piece of meat. Clearly ignoring everything he was saying he walked over to me and pointed to the bathroom around back. I did what came naturally after that. I grabbed his finger and bent it backwards like a twig. The next parts came by so fast. I just shoved his face through the glass door knocking him unconscious or he might have been in shock. It was loud and noticeable. But it felt great. The next part was supposed to be the best. But this is where the problem came into play. I had planned in my head to slowly drag him to the bathroom, bite his neck, and then suck his blood till he slowly died in my arms. That was when I realized my mistake that this was all in my head. Was that the mistake? My head hurts.

May, 21 2000

When I get myself into a very dark mood I think of ways to kill people. I mean if I do not kill people differently every time it gets very boring. Today, while I was thinking these things someone was watching me. Not a cop, but maybe a PI. Private Investigators are worse than reporters in my eyes. They dig deeper for the story, carry p-shooters, and are always near a phone and a car. This PI must have been on my case for a while. For some reason, maybe a jealous girlfriend or something more human like tax evasion. No way he was tailing me. I am too paranoid to have a tail. Whatever the case might be when the PI takes my picture I am done for. I saw him just take off in his car and one snapshot is all it takes to finish my parade. And I love a parade. He could just watch me drag a guy’s body to some desolate spot and the second I struggle, I notice something is off. Click, smile for the camera. I do not want my parade to end for nothing, but it must end.

May, 22 2000
I do not see my stalker today. I am insane, its nothing really. Although my features are so common it will not be hard to find me. Silver eyes full of dark creases. Greased up straight hair. And my tall slim figure with a heavy hunchback. I am done for. The cops will notice my common spots and daily activities I partake in this city. Even now I should be running. But I am not. I kill people. So what. I should be caught. I should be punished by the strict hand of the law. People need someone to blame to feel safe. Yes. I don't need to stop. This is my fate. So I am going to just wait here right by the door. Wait for them to knock it down. No, first they will knock. Knock aggressively no doubt. Maybe, just maybe I will strike first. Who knows.

May, 23 2000

Hell, this looks like the end of my insane thoughts. My mindless killing spree. I wonder what they do to killers in prison? What am I saying. I will not even get that far. Open and shut case. Murderers only go to one place.To whoever finds this I have one word of advice. No matter how obtuse or bizarre a dream might be, follow it. In the end be proud of the choices you made. Of who you are. Kill or be killed.

Prior audio logs placed with the above collection by Sime Nane.

Feb, 24 1999
Today, I have to be honest, because I feel pretty good. Actually I think I feel kind of like a mix between the thoughtless drunk and the peace talking pot smoker. You feel good, smooth, and peaceful. Why do I feel these great moments of Euphoria for nothing. Is my mind trying to tell me something. Is my body confused? As I sit here I start to calmly thinking about asexuality. I wish to declare myself an asexual. Not too long ago I used this as an excuse. I have a lack of interest in sex of any kind, except I still play with myself, but what turns me on is a little abstract. I am afraid to tell people what it is that gets my blood pumping.

Feb, 25 1999

So this is definitely not asexuality or even a mid-life crisis. I am just a middle aged, confused, sex crazed alcoholic. Like most males my age, I am regretfully normal. My only regret is that I cannot blame my confusion or lack of social relationships on anyone else but me. I am just the run of the mill adult getting by with no debt to society.

Feb, 26 1999
So now that the past day of highness is out of the way I can seriously talk. Something is really bugging me. I remember how I always have a set goal in my mind for my life. Like sex, ignore it. Relationships, run away. I do this almost every year like a New Year’s resolution even if I am not trying. It naturally happens and I think it’s healthy. Every second we are growing and evolving and I doubt I can stop my thoughts from doing the same. I am changing and what better time then right now.

Feb, 27 1999
So I start thinking about my past and perceive insanity as a plausible part of life. My life. Where I stand is simple and open. I am open to the idea of killing my dreams and goals because it is all in my mind. Killing, this intrigues me even more. I think that I have been this way for a while. The same interests since I hit puberty. My mind works like a system with two sides. One is almost entirely separate from the other. I want to kill and hate people. A casually suave thing. I always start with one person but I have no real cap on how many. Only my expectations are for it to be real, intentional, and be caught in the moment. Pure unexpected tension and hopefully more.

Feb, 28 1999

The only way I see having sex now is very odd. I think all my experiences are slowly leading me to this point. My awkward conversations with people, my disregard for my body, my random jobs, my constant stalking. It is bound to happen. I find that doing this is not going to make me a whore but instead that it will set me up for a life with an unknown but special death. So my first goal is interconnected with my finale. Naturally I assume every little experience in life is a moment of importance valued and studied leading to that point of fruition. The goal. I think I am realistic. I am not normal among most heterosexual men. I just get these strong random thoughts. Like a strong itch. Rather, I will seclude myself off for a little while. Dreams, life, reality. I need to understand and interpret these meanings.

Current audio logs are Sime Nane's final words while in custody before his execution.

Final Day, 1. Killing

To be honest, I was disappointed. The man I killed was not my stalker, but I could not sleep on an empty stomach. That night when I came home I had suspected a burglary. My stalker was the suspect, but I was a bit let down. I found things messed about and items taken. I was frustrated and confused. That was when I called the men in black and blue. Why not? Going out to get some air was all I could do, this average citizen. Although outside was my reward. A random passerby making out with my neighbor by her doorstep caught my attention. Those lovely words. I had to crush him. I was compelled. "Baby you are something sweet, lata," the greasy way he said it full of life. As he walked by my place I took out a cigarette and offered one to him. He politely denied, the greasy swine. That was when I struck. I carefully went to light the denied cigarette, but dropped the lighter. Was this a mistake? He had watched me carefully and went down to pick it up. I looked up at the bright moon so beautiful, so innconcent. I am not sure what happened next, but the blood rush was intense. I was holding a man like a simple little animal in my cold embrace. We both lay there one dead and the other cold. I had killed a man in the full moon light open to the eyes and ears of all. Was I stupid or passionate? Neither I'd assume.

Final Day, 2. Getting Caught

The law was coming for me and I told them to come. There was blood everywhere. More then I had suspected could come from a greasy swine like him. I was gentle. Holding him in my arms as the blood oozed out of his eyes. Was that what I did? It is hard to remember something so sensational. Almost like your first time, it is a moment, but it is so forgetful. I heard a scream when I looked down from the full embrace of the moon. Two men in black and blue had picked me up and slammed me so inconveniently into the ground. I watched the blood drip towards me as I was quickly dragged away. People were starting to gather around. I saw a lady crying, the man's prior lover. She screamed again, oh, so sweet like. I only wish there was a way to reset the moment or freeze it in my mind. But the first time slips away. Sadly, it all slips away.

Final Day, 3. Conclusion

I see through a single eye of light blue. What I see is how I kill you. What I did was nothing hard. To kill a man. I confess because I take heart into what I do. This is my passion even right before my own death. So many people I could have killed, but I am not some random killer. This is an art. This takes intelligent direction and skillful execution, if I can quote an old friend. Everyone is depressed and angry on the inside. No one is happy. My death shall cause some closure. Tomorrow I die and life is so sweet. I die with a purpose. I die with defeat.