Flash Fiction, The adventures of Max

Drinking games with fairies and elves.

“Eight, nine, ten!!!” They all counted in unison, screaming together as a stocky troll with mottled grey skin downed a barrel of beer. A gorgeous elf with long straight red hair, pointed ears and green eyes more sparkling than emeralds hugged the trolls waist in excitement, her high pitched voice shrieking so loud that Max held his ears and gritted his teeth in discomfort.

Loud chatter, laughter, and the music of hundreds of fireflies buzzing together in song permeated the area. Small pixies were dancing around the firelight, the white glow emitting from their bodies were like disco lights that in combination with the red glow of the fire made the forest area appear like some underground rave.

There were elves, both male and female, with glowing white hair wearing barely anything other than ivy green leaves and the petals of roses, tulips and sunflowers. They danced in these revealing outfits moving to every change in the melody that the fireflies sung. They were mesmerising, so much so that Max couldn’t move his eyes away from the enticing sight. Not until Ghosts hands covered them and physically turned him around to face him.

“Don’t stare too long, you may never be able to look away again. Also they may be cheerful and festive now but if you’re not careful and they realise you’re a living human they’ll kill you in seconds.”

“What…why would they do that!?” Max was horrified.

“Why?” Ghost shrugged “Just because you are Human. In their eyes you are a member of a lower sub-species that like to flaunt their non-existent superiority. No matter how many Humans they have slayed in the past or how many wars Humans waged against each other they still continue to multiply and breed like crazy. Humans are pests in their eyes, that’s why they live in separate realms and pockets of space. You being here is like a fly coming into your home, they’d just love to swat you.”

“Then why did you bring me here if you knew it was going to be this dangerous?” Max hissed.

“Well you looked bored and cold and here it’s exciting and warm.” Ghost replied flippantly.

“That was your reason! Omg!! I’m gonna get killed. Why did I follow you? Damn it”

“Oi Oi calm down,”Ghost whispered into his ear, “If you keep shoutin’ you’ll draw unnecessary attention.” Hearing him say that Max immediately went quiet.

“Don’t worry you’ll be safe as long as you’re with me. It’s not just in my name, I’m a ghost as well, you know that. As long as you stay near me they’ll think the same. They don’t bother with the likes of me. So just sit back and relax. Here take some Valeer and calm down.” He offered Max a small glass bottle that contained a swirling green liquid. Max looked at the bottle dubiously, “Don’t worry it’s harmless tonic, actually it’s really good for living Humans. One bottle of this can increase your lifespan by five years and it removes all the filth from your body. Drink enough of this and you could live to 500 and still look like you’re in your 20’s.” Ghost goaded Max.

Was this really so magical? Max was surprised and filled with wonder, so he put the warm bottle to his lips, only sipping a small amount, however he soon found himself tipping the entire thing down his throat. It was delicious. He felt it melt into his mouth and flow down into his stomach where it evaporated. He then felt the steam it transformed into infiltrating his bones and muscles. He felt energised like he’d been shot by electricity.  It was such a glorious taste that he drank until there wasn’t a drop left.

“I want more.” He panted, grabbing on to the collar of Ghosts orange jumpsuit and eagerly begging him.

Ghost chuckled at his reaction. “Whoa you are really becoming an addict. If you drink too much you’ll feel so sick tomorrow because of all the filth in your body being forcibly ejected. And 17 years of filth isn’t small, you’ll be on the toilet for a month.”

“I don’t care I want more.”

“Okay then. Well there are more barrels over there, right next to the trolls, if you’re desperate enough have a drinking match with them. If you’re man enough to do it, but just so you know if they smell your breathe they’ll end you.”

“I don’t care.” Max didn’t know why he was saying such brazen things but he felt like he couldn’t live without it. He saw an amused smile curl up on Ghosts face, and as he turned and ran towards those large barrels he heard Ghost mutter, “I didn’t think he’d have such a reaction, this is way too fun.”

Max wasn’t in the right mentality to care about Ghost’s words, he had already jumped onto a barrel and was glugging down the green drink. He felt his mind go blank.

The trolls, fairies, and elves around him got more excited at his actions. They spoke in words that he couldn’t understand but if he could make an educated guess they were probably saying, “Look at that Ghost go. Whoa he’s really going for it. He’s drinking so fast. Awesome!!!”

Max didn’t have time to revel in their shock and excitement, he’d already fully immersed himself in the barrel of Valeer. He had literally jumped into it head first, his clothes getting soaked. He felt that he’d drank ten times his natural limit. He was drowning in this unnatural drink. Max wanted to drink this until he burst and after finishing his second barrel he was about to move onto a third one when he felt someone pick him up and hoist him over their shoulder. It was Ghost.

Max screamed and beat his fists against his back in protest but it was like he was hitting a steel wall. Unable to resist Max was carried away from the festivities. As he looked up he saw the fire and the white lights dwindle in the distance and when he next looked up they were out of the forest and in the Park.

The sun was shining high in the sky.

 

 

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Flash Fiction

Born to be yours

Amy and Amanda are twins.

Since the moment the stalks delivered them they have been inseparable. Or you could say they were unable to escape from one another.

From the womb to their bedrooms and even in school they were forced to occupy the same space. Forced to recognise the others existence. Even being collectively titled the ‘twins’.

This lack of individualism slowly drove Amy and Amanda to insanity. They fought with one another said hurtful things to one another. Cried with one another.

Funnily enough these times of fighting and adolescent frustration led to them being closer. Their bonds grew stronger. Yet at the same time they learnt to value each other as well as to love themselves.

At the age of 60 Amy visits Amanda at the hospital, her wrinkly hands holding onto her sisters.

“You know when I look at you I see myself” said Amanda.

“You know when I look at you I see my best friend” said Amy.

“You know when I look at you I feel nostalgic… And oh so very happy.” Amanda spoke softly.

“Haha…we’ve grown so old, haven’t we!” Amy exclaimed.

“Looking after each other, loving and laughing. My comrade. My fellow warrior. I’m glad I spent my time on this battlefield with you.” Amanda preached.

“You old fool you act like we’ve fought a war. All we’ve done is lived.”

“You’re the fool. Living is one of the greatest battles!” Amanda reprimanded. Then she coughed, her chest heaving and she clasped onto Amy’s hands squeezing them.

“My dearest Sister, I am glad that I have fought this war with you. I am sure that in the next life we will fight another war together. Because I was born…born to be yours.” Amanda sighed the last word. Her struggle over, her life gone. Her soul on another journey to face another adventure somewhere in the stars.

Amy weeps. Her hands still grasping her sisters. “I am certain that we’ll meet amongst another battlefield…as I was also born to be yours.”

 

This is a 300 word flash fiction piece that reflects my own relationship with my sister. I love her to pieces and I believe I was born to be hers. Although we may grow old and eventually separate I hope that even in the next life I am united with her to fight yet another battle.

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A Fairy Tale Prince

A Fairy Tale Prince- Chapter 13

“What’s your decision?” Aaron asked, the tip of his sword scraping against my neck. It was sharp. I felt a trickle of blood travel down onto my collarbone.

“If I say no what will you do to me?” I asked, perhaps I was feeling brave.

“Whoa, he has spirit.” praised Abimbola.

“Don’t praise him.” snapped Aaron, “Don’t encourage his stupidity! If you want to survive it is better to work together, if you are against us then you are already standing in your grave. In fact if you say no… I will kill you now.” There was a cold confidence in those blue eyes that made me know he wasn’t joking.

His threat was real, I could tell. It was better for my survival to agree. So I smiled and said, “Well then I guess you have yourselves a new ally.”

They all stared at me blankly. Riku’s eyes particularly wide as he exclaimed, “He’s weird, we’ve got a weird one!”

“You should at least resist more.” Said Enzo.

“He agreed too easily.” said Louis.

“Don’t be so impressed by him,” stated Aaron, “We gave him a choice and he picked the logical option.”

Even though he said that Aaron seemed flustered as well. He put his sword away expertly but he seemed puzzled. Perhaps he expected me to be more panicked, confused or resistant.  I was glad that I went against his expectations.

To be honest I surprised myself, I didn’t know why I was so calm in this situation. In an unknown place surrounded by hostile people. One of them even put a sword to my neck. Maybe I was calm because of the shock. Or perhaps because deep down inside of me I was excited. This was the first step in my own adventure, my first time out of the cage that I had lived in. Even if I was in some weird prison, forced into some weird death game it didn’t matter much to me at that moment. Now that I think back on it I guess I was, still am, a weird guy.

“You seem confident, do you already know the situation you’re in?” Aaron asked, his expression still puzzled.

“No. Of course not.” I answered “Why would I ask you to explain things if I knew already.”

“He’s weird, he’s definitely weird.” muttered Riku. Wang seemed to nod in agreement with him.

“Well then.” said Aaron. “We should explain things to you. First things first you should know that you have been bought, your life is no longer your own but belongs to your sponsor.—”

“Bought….but how can they buy people? That shouldn’t be allowed—”

“Don’t interrupt me!” Aaron spat, ” I was getting to that!” He composed himself. “Sometimes the sponsors go to your Parents or guardians, my father was the one that sold me and the same goes for Abimbola and the twins, people sold them for money. Other times if the sponsor can’t buy you through normal means they hire criminals from black market gangs or societies to kidnap the kids that have caught their eye. Either way as far as your Sponsor is concerned they own you.”

“So were you sold or kidnapped?” asked Riku.

“Kidnapped.” I say slowly, but I was confused, I wondered who my sponsor could be. I had never been allowed out of my house. The only people that knew about my existence were my Mother and the staff. Who could have wanted to buy me? Who was the sponsor? Maybe it was Lisa or Jamie, however if they had that much money there is no way they would have been mere servants and they had countless chances to kidnap me over the years. So who could it be?

“So your like myself and Wang—”

“Anyway!” interrupted Aaron, ” You’ll never get to meet your sponsor. But they will contact you using letters that will be shoved under your door or at other times,” he pointed at a telephone in the corner of the room. “They will personally call you. They’ll give you little tasks, or games to complete, sometimes they’ll make you compete against other Princes or Princesses’ in other sections. If you lose a match or do not complete a task you will get penalised. Your sponsor chooses your penalty. If you get penalised too much your sponsor will deem you useless and then…well I don’t know what happens to those that disappear, but it’s definitely nothing good.” Aaron said this all very flippantly like he wasn’t talking about something he was directly involved in. It was like he was numb to all of it.

“It’s better for the people in specific sections to get along.” Aaron continued, “Because it’s easier to complete certain tasks together and sometimes they put us against the other teams in different sections.” Aaron paused and glanced at me, “You’re taking this very well.”

“Should I be taking it badly?”

He just blinked at me and sighed. “You’re definitely weird.” Then he smiled “but the weirdo’s normally survive so I guess you won’t be a useless new edition. But you should understand that in this team I am the leader. I have been here the longest, so you need to follow me.”

“But what if you get an order from your sponsor to kill me. Then should I still look up to you and follow you?”

There was silence.

“You’re smart, I guess you’ll survive here for a long time.” I noted that he didn’t answer my question and instead he left the room.

After him they all left one by one, except for  Riku who leaned to my ear and whispered. “Don’t trust Aaron, the previous section 1 was all wiped out by him. His sponsor has a tendency to order him to kill.” He winked at me and then left as well.

With the room empty and silent all I could do was sigh and lie back on my pillow. This was going to be interesting, I thought.

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Beneath Black Blood

Beneath Black Blood- Chapter 10

“The struggle for power is universal in time and space and is an undeniable fact of experience. It cannot be denied that throughout historic time, regardless of social, economic and political conditions, states have met each other in contests for power.”

———————Hans. J. Morgenthau————–

Chapter 10- Human Nature

Mex Cillian

As I opened my eyes I could see that the sun was no longer up and the burgundy moon hung in the black sky like a devils eye. Dust swept around us, only when it settled did I notice the derelict building in front of us; it was a grey old complex that looked like it would topple over at the winds slightest touch and break into millions of tiny pieces.  Half of it was sunk into the ground and the other half looked like it was clinging to life. It was pitiful.

“What is this place?” I asked Cal, who was stretching, panting heavily, his breath crystalising into ice.

“Geesh, that took a lot out of me.” Cal moaned, looking up at me, “This is our temporary shelter, it isn’t some swanky hotel, but compared to some other places I’ve seen, this is a paradise. We need to lie low while we’re still in Human territory.” Cal reassured as he saw the wary look I was giving the building. “We’re only staying the night until the sun comes up; some scary things come out when it’s dark so it’s better not to travel right now, trust me.”

“What kind of scary things?”

“Believe me, you don’t need to know. Now that you don’t have your memories it’s better that you learn these stuff gradually. Some things are just too disturbing for words.”

I nodded and began heading towards the entrance or what I thought was an entrance but in reality just some gaping hole in the side. Cal jumped to his feet and jogged to catch up.

“You know.” Cal said. “This place used to be a shopping centre, not only here; all of this wasteland used to be one gigantic city district with massive buildings and houses everywhere. It used to be the place to go… People used have a lot of fun here.” He muttered the last part under his breath, so I only just heard it. “But then of course that isn’t the case anymore.” He grumbled angrily, kicking the dirt. “About 100 years ago this place became a nuclear war zone, I think it was some dispute between countries, I don’t really care. All I remember is seeing crowds of people and the next everyone was gone. We only just made it out of there.” Cal kicked a big rock, that was twice the size of his head- may I add- and sent it flying. “And do you know what really makes me mad?!” Cal continued I nodded although I think it had been a rhetorical question. “Is that that stupid government, that dumb police, The Capital and their stupid hound dogs, think they have the right to blame us for all the things that they’ve done. They blame us for all their wars, their casualties, their dumbass mistakes. And they think that by killing creatures like us the world will become some happy place. Sometimes people are just so stupid.”

He fumed for a second, and went silent, but what he had said raised my curiosity. First off 100 years ago, I knew I was probably older than I looked and I had lived for a long time but seriously. I had so many questions I wanted to ask Cal.

We made it into the ‘building’ which was no better than the outer appearance, but it was definitely more comfortable than outside at least, well anything was more comfortable than outside. Cal settled on the ground, leaning against a brick wall that was chipped and looked ready to collapse, but Cal didn’t care. I did the same. Plopping down right next to Cal. I opened my mouth to ask him the questions that we all probably wanted to know yet he spoke before I could.

“There are probably a lot of things you want to know right.” Cal started, his sharp blue eyes staring at me with some scary intensity. “Well I’ll tell you, but it’s kind of a long story. So just be prepared to stay up all night.” He paused, and I shuffled into a more comfortable position whilst he rummaged in his jacket that was hanging around his waist and tossed me a large bottle of water. Where had he been keeping it? His jacket must have been bigger than I originally thought.

As I drank, Cal began talking again,“You’ve probably figured out that I’m not human and that the same goes for you, right?”

“Yeah.”

“Let me begin telling you that there are two sides.”

“Two sides.”

“Yh. The Humans and Us.” He sipped some water, “We are nicknamed by the Humans as Creatures of the Abyss. That’s because they claim we came out of nowhere, that we are the origin of all evil…Of course we aren’t though, that’s just Human propaganda bullshit. Keeps all the other humans under control, makes them think they have a common enemy. That’s why Humans are dangerous and incredibly hostile to our kind. Even their police force will butcher us on contact. If I hadn’t come in time their police would have definitely made you suffer.”

“They were the police force?” I was surprised, for some reason when I thought of police I envisioned hard working earnest people fighting for justice and they definitely didn’t look like it. Cal just nodded sadly.

“Yeah, it makes me so depressed about what society is like these days.” Cal sighed, “Don’t ask any questions anymore Mex, I told you this is going to take all night so wait until after.” I gave him an apologetic look and Cal coughed and then said, “Our kind has been around a lot longer than humans have. Humans egotistically believe they own the world because they have the superiority in numbers and in the past they built tall buildings and advanced states. Due to a treaty made long ago, called the Yggdraisal treaty, many of our kind decided not to meddle in Human affairs. We lived peacefully with them in coexistence. However humanity is a destructive race by nature,that are selfish and sceptical. Each civilisation they built, each empire would eventually crumble and fall given enough time. Our race used to stand by and watch as they caused their own senseless destruction, however that all changed when they began destroying the Earth along with them.” I was entranced by Cal’s words and leaned forward as I listened attentively. “They made weapons of mass destruction, they made biological weapons that spread diseases and famine, they polluted the water and the air, they destroyed the world that we shared together.” Cal’s eyes seemed to reflect the horrors of war and his purple and blue flames began to spark around him. I wondered what tragedies he had seen. “Because of this many of our own kind struggled to survive. Spirits and nymphs of nature that belonged to the forests or the rivers, our friends died one by one.” As he spoke I felt growing emotions of anger, frustration and sadness. 

“Our species were always kind to the humans and never gave them trouble, allowed them to reign over this Earth, and that was how they repaid our kindness. That’s why the leaders of our race decided that we must go to war and put the humans in their place. 11.03.2389 was the day the war began.”

He grabbed my hand, “Mex, you are one of our great leaders.”

 

Timothy 

“What is this?” I asked as I felt the floor shaking with some strange vibrations.

Fallen winked at me, “Oh that is the fun job I have for you.” she turned from me and began walking away, “Aren’t you coming Timothy.”

“Ah! Yes!” I yelped and followed her like the dog I was.

Half an hour passed.

Fallen and I had been walking through endless corridors and I was beginning to feel wary of. I honestly didn’t care what kind of job Fallen wanted me to do, I trusted one of the greatest warriors of my era, but for some reason I was feeling unnerved.

I didn’t like it; I didn’t like the vibrations I was feeling under my toes. Harmonious waves. I could hear each buzz in my ear as if little fairies were singing in it. Damn fairies, just thinking of those Abyss pests made my fingers twitch, wishing I had my gun at hand. What was this?

“What is this?” I finally aired my thoughts.

“This is a state secret.” Her sexy voice was filled with seriousness, “Imagine this.” She said, “What if you could change time, or become invincible or open a pocket dimension and hide all your deepest darkest secrets inside.”

“I don’t understand.” I breathed, she patted my back.

“Bear with me.” She said “This is the weapon we have been developing, one that can give us an advantage over the Abyss.”

“An advantage…What do you mean?”

Fallen smiled viciously. “What if we could mimic their abilities, those of the abyss.” Her eyes glimmered with fanaticism, “Yet more than mimic them, we could rewrite history itself and eradicate the Abyss entirely.”

“How would that be possible…unless…the experiments the labs said failed…succeeded.”

She smiled at me, “You’re one intelligent boy Timothy” I couldn’t tell whether she was mocking me or not, “Yes what if we re-wrote this world. There are many versions of earth, different dimensions with people that share the same souls as us but have lived out entirely different lives. We have been developing a method to access these worlds using knowledge we have gathered from Abyss creatures. With this we could reset the Earth, take away all the problems. We could go outside without masks or heavy gear.”

She reached out her arms like she was seeing this dream in front of her.“When the scale broke a few hundred years ago, the monsters came and attacked us. Now we will bite back, we will avenge our fallen comrades.”

“You sound just like Tia.”

“You mean Major Tia Kyoya.” she laughed, “Oh we most definitely share the same ideals. However the one I need right now is you, Timothy.”

As she said that we walked into a bright cavern and I saw the most bewitching sight. There were blue, pink, and green lights that danced and swayed, they burned like fire and yet weren’t hot or cold. It was vibrant, constantly changing colours. And at the Centre of these things was a rock of ice; it was transparent and inside of it I could see a man. No an abyss creature, his hair white his skin deathly pale. For some reason it reminded of the Abyss creature that escaped from our base earlier, I think its name was Mex. Yet unlike Mex it’s white hair was so long it wrapped around it body, and it had strange rainbow coloured markings on its body. It was naked, in the fetal position and frozen in the ice. It was the source of the vibrations.

Fallen gazed at it, she stared at it with disgust. She despised it.

“It is called Sync. It was the first creature of the Abyss humanity ever came into contact with. It is one of the three immortals that we know of.”

“Immortal!?”

“I’ll explain it later. But he is the creature that has all the answers to defeating the abyss, and you are going to help me find these answers.”

“Me! But..But how?”

“You will link with it.”

“Link?!”

Chapter 10!!! yayy 🙂 Dear Readers do tell me what you think of the story so far. And also which side are you on. Humanity or the Abyss?

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A Fairy Tale Prince

A Fairy Tale Prince- Chapter 11 (Start of section 2)

I had fallen asleep somewhere along the way, somewhere along the plane journey, and when I woke I was in a car. I heard the soft engine thrum. My head was leaning against a smooth and comfortable surface and I was startled when I discovered it was Ray’s shoulder. I jumped back in my seat reflexively as our eyes made contact. He smirked at me, his usual devilishly charming smile, mocking me, “It seems you have finally woken up.”

“Where are we?”

“We are in England.”

“England!” I said in awe. I stared through the car window and watched the countryside and trees flash past us. “It’s very…Green. I heard from Amanda that England was very advanced and had tall buildings and many roads.”

“You are thinking of London, the capital city, we are in the countryside…who is Amand—”

“You don’t need to know!”

“Okay, Okay I won’t ask.” I felt his piercing brown eyes roving over me, ” You know I find you more and more intriguing every second.—”

“Intriguing!!”

“Even in a situation so tense you can still sleep better than the dead. Plus you never react the way you should. Which I guess are good features to have. Perhaps they’ll help you survive.”

I felt my heart beat increase with the tension. I felt myself being sucked into the Ray’s fear mongering and mind games. I retorted, “Can you not be all doom and gloom! I won’t be scared by you.”

Ray snickered, childishly, “Again you surprise me. How can you talk to your kidnapper so rudely.”

“Nothing would change if I was meek or polite, would it? Also…You’re not the stereotypical scary kidnapper are you?” I stared at him intensely “Since the moment we met, since the time when you pointed your weapon at me, I never once felt that you had the intent to hurt me —”

“Oh is that so–”

“It is so! I do not know what your true intentions are, but I do know you want to make me your ally. I do not know what type of situation I have been pulled into, actually my entire life I have been confused about my situation and my circumstances” I grabbed Ray’s shoulders, “But…but…I believe that taking you as an ally would be the right call. You told me not to trust anyone. So before I lose the ability to trust, I hope… No I will trust you, I will trust that you will support me through this!”

Ray pushed my hands from his shoulders, “You are sadly mistaken, I have no power to support you where you’re going. —”

“But—”

“I gave you advice so that you can survive, and on the condition that you do survive then we will become allies. But it’s not like I really think you’ll make it. It’s something I say to every person I deliver. It makes them feel special, it’s funny.” he cackled “I’ve already been paid quite a bit by this Client to safely deliver a package, tampering with it would surely go against some rules–”

“Wha–”

“You are on your own.”

“You bastard!–”

“It’s not like I told you to get so attached to your kidnapper, I am not a source of hope for you.”

I hadn’t even realised the car had stopped, so I was taken by surprise when Ray put his hand over me opened the door and pushed me out of it. I went tumbling into the lush grass of a field next to the narrow road.

I heard the crackling of the radio, “This is Quillin.” Ray spoke, “I have delivered the package.” Then I saw Ray’s smiling face pop through the door like Charon the ferryman to hell, “Truly. I wish you the best of luck out there. From the bottom of my heart.” He laughed as he closed the car door on my face. The engine revving ‘vroom-vroom-vroom’ and then he was gone.

I watched as the black car dwindled in the distance becoming smaller and smaller on the country roads. I felt so very frustrated. I howled. ‘That bastard’ I thought, If I did survive I would make him pay, I vowed. I clenched my fists in rage, but before I could release more of my anger or confusion I felt hands around my waist. I was pinned to the ground, there was a pricking sensation, the type when a needle enters your skin. I heard the subtle hiss as something was injected into me. Again, it is annoying to say, but I lost consciousness.

When I next opened my eyes I saw tens of other eyes staring back at me, then I heard a voice say, “So this is the new Prince, huh. What’s your name?”

Here is the start to section 2 of the story, ‘Entering the camp.” Stay tuned!!! 🙂

 

 

 

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Anime, Travel Writing

A Journey to Comic con- 2014

 

2014, the year after Attack on Titan drove millions to insanity, the year of the horse, the year of Noragami, Kill la kill and Space Dandy was also the year that I went to my first ever Comic Con Convention. There I met the most amazing people, saw the most amazing cosplays, and even ran into my favourite Youtuber, Gigguk. I can wholeheartedly say that it was my favourite time of 2014

Going back to memories of that year, the blissful rose-coloured cherry scented times of youth. I remember I had planned this day for, what felt at the time in my 14 year old mind, an eternity. I had circled it on my Calendar and pre-ordered as well as modified my maid cosplay just for the day. It was in my birthday month and thus, for me, this comic-con was a coming of age ceremony of sorts.

The day began at 8:00 am with the ‘ding-dong-ding-dong’ of the door bell being rung as my friends, dressed to impress, gathered together at my house for the thrilling event. My Mother armed with her phone began taking pictures of us all, cooing and ahhhing as we went into all kinds of poses at the sound of ‘say cheese.’ Then after checking we all had everything, with excitement in the air and the buzz of summer on the horizon we began our journey to MCM london Comic con.

Walking to the local Tilbury train station early in the morning I’m certain we had a few glances in our direction with our unique costumes/dress sense. I definitely remember a few children that went to the local primary school cheering on my little brother who was dressed in his little knight outfit waving his plastic sword around.

At the station my Mum bought the tickets, being barely 15 at the time along with my friends, and with my brother in tow my Mother took it upon herself to be the responsible adult that would guide us along our journey to Comic con. Like an angel guiding lost souls to heaven my Mother was the definition of organised and responsible. Getting us all on the train in a timely manner as we travelled towards London.

I remember watching the rural countryside on the train transition into the urban lands of London. As modern teenagers do I began taking selfies with my friends on their blackberries and Samsung. As the train continued I remember the automated female voice saying ‘We are now approaching West Ham’, then as we looked out the window there were what felt like thousands of cosplayers or Comic con adventurers on the platform. I think they were looking for another train to the same location, some were getting on the same train we were on, as it also went to the same destination. It was a wonderful sight to see, so many dressed in wonderful cosplay, or wearing shirts/clothing that signified they were players of ‘LOL’ or ‘World of Warcraft’ and others.

I felt a sense of belonging as I gazed at that crowd. Despite never being bullied for watching Anime not many of my friends were into it, even the ‘best friends’ I was travelling with didn’t quite understand my fascination with anime in general. It was at this point when I had a comforting realisation that there were probably many that shared the same hobbies as I did. I had assumed that it was just my sister and myself  that would rush home from school just to binge watch an anime or suffer from serious withdrawal symptoms after finishing a good series. Yet as the train left West Ham and continued on its way, I felt any assumptions of strange teenage loneliness disappearing. I realised that the throbbing anticipation in my heart to get to Comic-con was a valid sensation.

After we got off at Limehouse station we practically ran to the DLR, I don’t even remember why we ran, there was no reason too. Perhaps it was because my excited 5 year old brother rushed forward first and we all ran after him in hot pursuit. Or perhaps we were running with him, caught in the heat of blood-boiling excitement that the earlier sight had brought to us.

We travelled down steep stairs, through the barriers then up onto another set of steeper stairs. My mother striding with a confident atmosphere around us, assuring us that were in the right place and on the right platform. But, what assured us more was when we spotted people that were dressed similarly to us in their elaborate and expensive cosplays that I could only ever dream of being able to afford or craft. They were laughing with each other and when we made eye contact I couldn’t help but squeal. Making new friends was definitely one of my aims in coming on this journey, and I ended up migrating to their group and chatting about anime and games. I felt intoxicated by the welcoming atmosphere.

‘Rickkkkkk-et-tat-et-tat-rickkkkk’ was the sound of the DLR as it went towards London Excel. It’s large glass windows allowing the view of the city to blossom before my eyes. It wasn’t the first time I’d been to London, I had actually been raised there until I was eleven and my family found it appropriate to move to the more rural countryside, to gain what my mother called ‘fresh air.’ Perhaps because I had been raised in London I wasn’t as excited as my friends were when we went deeper into the city. At that time, even now, I find the sight from the DLR unimpressive. Sure it’s a capital city with a large population, fancy buildings and an impressive infrastructure but, it’s dull and grey in my eyes. I’ve always been someone that liked green landscapes and a splash of colour, and London lacked that natural vibrancy for me.

As the train got closer to London Excel I remember it getting more and more packed with cosplayers, I almost felt sad for the elderly women sitting with her shopping bags, she probably had no idea what was going on. I could tell from the bewildered look on her face as the train was soon filled with people, all of us heading to the same thrilling destination.

I guess you can understand how I felt when we finally did get to the London Excel only to find that we couldn’t leave the station because the line was generally that long. The line went from the station and stretched into the venue area, which wasn’t a short distance. I remember freaking out and gaping at the sheer amount of people. Not to mention all of their gorgeous outfits was just thrilling to see. I recall a group that all had different sets of sharingan contact lenses and I practically leaped at them telling them how lovely their cosplays were and how amazing I thought they were. There were people dressed as game characters, anime characters to cartoon characters, I remember a friend that came with me, her only purpose was to meet a Youtuber, and she was practically screaming in joy because she saw a boy dressed as Finn from ‘Adventure Time’. My Mother was also enjoying herself, she is an avid ‘Supernatural’ fan, and when she saw a man cosplaying as Castiel the Angel she nearly cried.

 

I think a Comic con convention is the only place where I can honestly say that the line was the most exhilarating part of the event, because I got to meet so many fantastic people that shared the same interests with me.

And, as the sun shined down pleasantly on all of us brave Comic con adventurers alike, I found my heart quickening and jumping up and down because I had finally made it. That was how I completed my first Journey to a Comic-con.

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Beneath Black Blood

Beneath Black Blood- Chapter 8

o“It is shallow desires which make a young man bold; strong desires confound him.”
― Giacomo Casanova, History of My Life, Vols. I & II—–

Chapter 8- Seduction comes in heels

Timothy

I went down to the generator room, or the basement, whatever you call it. At first I was kind of lost; I really had never needed to use the basement before, I wasn’t a technician. As far as I knew the basement was used to host a multitude of engines, boilers, containers, and other things that I probably couldn’t comprehend. Overall it was a very important place, that if damaged could cause the destruction of the entire base as well as burden the Capital. That’s probably one of the reasons why I had never been there before. Because of its value the basement was guarded to the highest extent, like a vault or something, with five big thick metal doors that each had retinal scanners, gel thumb scanners that even checked your pulse, sensors, breathing monitors, and temperature monitors. There are lasers that will mercilessly slice you to bits and it’s rumoured that there are cameras everywhere; they literally have no blind spot.

Of course this was all heresy, I hadn’t actually been there myself until now, and the place honestly gave me the creeps. Personally I believed all the rumours, this place is the weakness of our entire operations so it had to be guarded. Although at the same time you could call it a strength, having all the things that matter in one place makes it easier to protect. I don’t really care about the pros and cons though. That’s why as I was walking there I was bored out of my mind; my every step was weighed with the thought of all that paper work I was going to have to do just to get inside there and turn on that damn generator. What was it again RF5, or something?

   I whistled hopelessly as I got into the elevator shaft that would lead me to the forsaken basement. As the metal gated doors began to close another person walked in, but I didn’t look at them, it’s easier to mind your own business. But, a second after I thought that I felt slender fingers on my shoulder and a husky seductive voice mutter,“Why do you look so bored, little boy?”

Seriously at that moment I felt my heart skip four or five beats, especially when I looked at the owner of the voice, it was Mrs. Capital, as in Nancy Capitol, the wife of the man that led The Capital. The spokeswoman that always said ‘the world may be dying around us, but we’ll prosper on.’ I was standing in the same elevator shaft as this woman, the woman said to have destroyed a wave of mutants and Abyss members in the early days. Everyone, even the head of the Capital called her Fallen. A warrior amongst warriors.

Fallen was leaning on the other side of the elevator with a slightly bemused smile on her painted red lips. I had completely frozen, I was staring at her; just looking at her in dumbfounded astonishment. I had to stop. I hurriedly saluted then pinched myself hard with my nails and coughed. “Oh I am sorry Miss Capital but I’m not bored, I don’t know what made you think that.” She chuckled at my words.

“Please call me Fallen my dear, everyone does, I only said that because that was just the way you stood, you really shouldn’t stand like that.” She gave me a grin that sent my heart racing, “Every stretch of time on this world should be enjoyed, life is filled with wonders, if we don’t enjoy them sooner it’s all just gonna end.”  she pressed her delicate nails to my neck and made a slitting motion with it. “Don’t you think so Timothy?” she asked.

“Yes!…Wait, how do you know my name?” I asked stupidly, looking into her deep black eyes that shimmered with mystery,“How wouldn’t I know your name?” she replied, “It is my job to lead every person in Capital, if I didn’t know the name of one of the ten great Majors, and especially the name of the youngest at that, then what kind of leader would I be?”

I felt my cheeks going hot and red, what a stupid question to ask, man was I dumb, I had just succeeded in making myself look like an idiot in front of my boss. I inwardly groaned, but despite this Fallen seemed as happy as day. Everything about her was just so perfect, compared to myself I was an imperfection. I wondered what such a high ranking member of the Syndicate was doing on the surface and at this base at that. 

    Just then the elevator stopped and two men with heavily loaded guns opened the gates, although I think their guns were pointless as sub-automatic machine guns were also pointing at us from the ceiling straight into the small box like elevator. If we had been enemies we would have barely lasted seconds before we were blown to bits. As I admired the weaponry Fallen had already stepped out of the shaft and the guards bowed at her, I realised this only a second later and attempted to get out just like her but every gun was on me in seconds,

“Do you have access to be here.” Asked the burliest, thuggish looking man; he was weak, I could tell, if I really wanted to I could have disarmed him in sixteen different ways. But, I wasn’t going too. I just yawned casually and was about to answer them when Fallen said, “Don’t worry about all the normal procedures, he’s with me.” My eyes widened and so did the soldiers. I was ‘with her.’ This was the first time I’d heard about it, but I didn’t mind. If it let me do what I needed to do faster then she could say I was her slave for all I cared.

After a five second pause they let us though, and we bypassed every piece of security without fail, so this was what it is was like to have power. Everywhere she went people gave her adoring smiles, or they bowed and curtsied, even if they held guns or wore awkward combat gear. She just pleasantly smiled in return- which seemed to be enough for them. It took us a full five minutes to get through the guards and the gates- which were as big and security tight as rumoured. At the last door it was like going into a different world. It was cold, the temperature at least 5 degrees, not to mention there were only dim lights coming from the ceiling and everything here was metallic. There was no colour, as if the world had turned bleak.   

 As we went into this metallic room, the seven heavy thick vaulted doors closing behind us, Fallen relaxed. Seeming to be pleased to get away from the general crowd, she sighed,“Man, I just hate it when people treat me like I’m a princess.”

“Well you kind of are one aren’t you?”

She gave me a dark look, “I’m kidding.” I said quickly, Fallen ignored me, and then she said,“I wanted to ask you if you would accompany me on an errand.”

“Me!” I exclaimed

“Yes you, well that’s only if you’re not busy.”  

I was getting an offer of a lifetime and she was asking me if I was too busy.

“Of course I’ll help, I only came down to switch on a flick generator, but I’m generally at your disposal Fallen.” She smiled at that like I had said something extremely amusing.

“Well you can switch the flick generator on now if you want.”

“Now?” I looked around and realised that we were in a warehouse area with rows upon rows of hundreds of generators.I felt my cheeks go bright red; I had been so distracted with Fallen that I had forgotten my own objective.

Sheepishly I looked around trying to find the specific generator RF5, but it was like finding a certain strand of hair in the middle of your head amongst loads of different hairs. After five minutes of me wandering around aimlessly- Fallen following slowly behind- I turned around in defeat. Fallen was looking at me, again wearing that amused expression and it made me feel like someone was pouring hot magma over me; I’d never been so embarrassed before.

“So it’s true that men never ask for directions.” She laughed her husky voice going up and down in waves. I didn’t say anything but this time I let her lead the way- which I probably should have done before because she found the RF5 generator in a matter of seconds.

“Were you really trying Timothy?” she asked, “You seemed distracted, and you should have noticed the directions and found it easily.” She abruptly went closer to me and put her forehead on mine. My face felt suddenly hot and feverish, she was so close to me, so near, and smelt so sweet. “It seems you’re coming down with a fever.” She stated, Fallen had been only checking my temperature but for a second I thought I had been seeing stars, I was blushing and everything.

I coughed and hoped that the dim light of the warehouse hid my face. Only then did I feel them, the vibrations.

 

Tia Kyoya

Ashley was looking at me with that smug expression of his, like he completely loved the shock in my eyes. It was true, at that moment in time I probably had a comical look of shock on my face. So much so that even I would of laughed at myself, but that was beside the point; I just couldn’t believe that some undergraduate intelligence agent had more information than I had. Not to mention the information itself, it was too astonishing for words.  Where had he just taken me? I wasn’t sure but we were now standing back where we were before. I realised now that he wasn’t a Creature of the Abyss, our own technology had advanced to such a degree that we could now use Abyss abilities. ‘If this got out’ I thought…No I couldn’t say anything, it was the same as shooting myself in the back.

 I breathed and looked around me but no one was around, literally no one was there. Ashley had been standing next to me, but he’d left like that. I felt chills. Why had he transferred to the surface team? What was head quarters trying to accomplish? Who was he really? So many questions.

Was re-reading this and cringing at the grammar, I thought I edited this better, but alas I wrote this story when I was 14 so bear with me. I’m going to get a friend to edit my stories for me, so bear with my bad language for now.

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