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Chapter 3
Mission Epilogue
"VHAT?!" Yakov boomed. "Given your record, I thought you wouldn't fail!"
It was only the next morning.
"Apologies, but there was more than expected. Both cubes were filled to full capacity."
"That cannot be helped, but given they still have dark matter in their possession they would continue to experiment." Yakov said sternly. "You know I do not tolerate failure."
"They won't experiment any longer, as their 'classified' files show that they don't have anymore, and therefore experiments will cease. I promise you, I already destroyed their notes and collected data.
"I also erased the scientist memories of the project the following minutes." Vanya stated.
"You have better made sure of it. When signs of contamination appear in Goverment Agent Chrome, eliminate her."
"Yes, Mr. Noris."
Corrupt
Agent Helen Chrome wasn't fine. Collapsing the today and then coughing up abnormally dark blood.
Over the next few days, there were dark thoughts..... urges to destroy......
Her appearance more resembled a corpse. She still yet insisted she insisted she was fine. She continued to insist to do her job, despite barely being able stand.
Then, a few days later, Agent Chrome was lively again.
However, she was deathly thin, and her eyes were sunken. They were dark with only lights for pupils. Like a skeleton. More efficient, unable to tire easily, and now oversaw the mission to retrieve the dark matter.
However, Chrome had her own plans with the matter. Now with no mercy, and a ruthlessness that frightened her colleagues.
What most frightened the other agents, however was the ability she now possessed. It was dark magic. Yet defying all sciences, magic was not supposed to exist.
They couldn't experiment, and run tests on their Agent though. She would not consent, and insisted, again that she was fine.
Currently one goal in mind. To eliminate the competition of power.
"Vanya!" Ayanav shouted.
Vanya clutched his side as he fell to the floor, the other hand covering his mouth as he coughed. He slowly stood up and proceeded to stumble towards the washroom. Ayanav ran forward and helped Vanya along until he spit the blood into the sink.
This had been happening the last few hours after Vanya had gotten home from the mission.
"Sister, I told you! You should get some rest! I'll take care of you."
"No... you need to-bleh." Vanya spit more blood into the sink. "Take care of yourself. I'll be....fine."
"Sister." Ayanav said with a stern tone.
Vanya couldn't tell her it was brother rather than sister between the spurts of abnormally dark blood.
Vanya then stood up and washed the corners of his mouth.
Then proceeded to take Ayanav to the bus station.
"It's ok. Go to school. It's Monday."
"But you're sick! And it's bad! When people start coughing up blood, it means they are dying!"
"I've defied death before."
"Vanya!"
"Go to school, Ayanav. Don't end up like me. You are smart."
"But so are you!"
"Not smart enough, as I am dying, am I not? Don't forget what I told you. Find Yakov Noris. Tell him you are my sister. He will make sure you are all right if I die. Then if I do, I can be at peace."
"Vanya!"
"You're going to miss the bus! Go, go!"
Ayanav huffed and ran towards the bus.
Vanya smiled and waved. Seeing Ayanav wave back and smile as well made Vanya feel that everything would be alright. His sister was too precious for the underbelly he worked for.
He always knew when his sister was in trouble, and tried his best to protect her in any way possible. He always knew one day, because of business, he wouldn't be able to protect her any longer.
"Excuse me, madam, but are you ok? You seem rather... sickly..." a passing stranger asked.
"I have been told. Although I am perfectly fine. I assure you. No need to worry about another random stranger right?"
Vanya proceeded to walk away but the man stopped him.
"Madam, I really worry."
Vanya sighed and rubber his temples.
"Mind your own business."
"Wait..... I know you...... It's you!" The man shouted. "You're the-"
"Say one more word and you die." Vanya whispered, holding a gun under his long coat.
Vanya took the man's hand in a deathly tight grip, and lead him to an alley.
"You may shout for help, and run. I will give you a head start, but you will not escape, I assure you."
"I don't want to escape." He said. Dangerously, deep rooted hatred in his eyes. No longer looking like a simple civilian. "I am part of the Snakehead Mafia, Vanya of the Quantum Mafia, and I am here from for a personal debt. I knew I would find you wandering."
He drew a gun.
"You killed my brother, Montesu. What did he ever do? He loved you. Did you not know?"
"Ah, but Montesquieu, love has no place in this business." Vanya said, keeping the gun trained on Montesquieu. "Besides, my boss wanted Montesu out of the way."
"Ha! Looks like you are a soulless dog. I should kill you RIGHT NOW!" He fired the bullet, but Vanya anticipated it, and dodged. He hated when this kind of thing happens.
"I always win Russian Roulette, Montesquieu. Now, like your brother, you die." He hated this part. When people had to die for no reason. Emotions, this kind of passion. It only causes trouble in business. He always played emotionless killer.
Vanya was about to pull the trigger, but then was hit with a wave of racking coughs, eyes wide, Vanya spat blood on to the floor, crouched down.
"Not this time." Montesquieu whispered, eyes filled with a crazy glee, then fired.
Vanya smiled as he spat another few drops of blood, and closed his eyes.
However, death never came.
Vanya opened his eyes to find the bullet hovering in midair, Montesquieu standing with the trigger pulled, and a smirk on his face.
Birds were in mid flight and people in the middle of walking.
Time was frozen.
"Vat?" Vanya whispered.
"So you are the Insurgent."
"Ah, Agent Chrome. Your doing?"
"Well, looks like we know each other well."
Vanya turned around to see Chrome with her usual prim and proper attire, but face and hands slender, full of life, and with the urge to kill written all over. Eyes like a demon's.
"What do you want? Other than something to do with business with our opposing organizations." Vanya asked, amber eyes narrowing, gun ready.
"You know. But first:" She motioned her hand.
Time flowed again and the bullet Montesquieu shot hit a brick as Vanya just shot him in the head without looking.
"Well then, that was taken care of. Now what I want is the location of the dark matter you stole."
"I'm afraid that is business. Classified."
"Well then, I suppose the your life instead will do."
"If I do tell you, you will simply kill me when you get what you want."
"Ah, you DO know me well. You die now." Chrome was about to fire, but Vanya fired through her head.
Yet the flesh just healed itself and sealed the hole in her skull.
"What?"
"Stupid. You don't even know what you have been given. I suppose killing you will be easier than expected."
Agent Chrome fired and fired as Vanya narrowly dodged.
"The competition will be quite easily eliminated, the world will be mine."
"Well, who's the traitor to the government now?"
Chrome hit Vanya in the gut with a bullet as he was saying those words.
"You should know that running your mouth with provide you distraction, as I get the chance to kill you. Goodbye Insurgent."
They had gathered a small crowd of an audience. When Chrome turned around however, and waved her hand, they all fell in a trance, and continued about their business.
She walked away, chuckling.
Fredrick
Vanya held his abdomen and the got up, glancing wistfully at the dead body of Montesquieu.
"At least I gave them a painless death." He muttered before walking away from the scene as well.
Covering the wound with his coat, and the ever growing pain and numbness from the wound.
Vanya barely got halfway back home before falling, vision getting blurry.
What did it matter? He was already dying anyway. Time for an earlier than expected trip to hell.
He didn't care that it drew eyes when he collapsed and coughed up more blood.
"Sorry Ayanav."
He closed his eyes and waited for the numbness and darkness of death.
Yet he still felt the ground in which he collapsed.
Then a voice
'Don't give up. You must keep going. For the world. For Ayanav'
Vanya didn't care. He deserved to die, but there was a will power. He.... refused to die.
He opened his eyes again to see a stranger carrying him, and calling the emergency phone line.
Vanya planted his feet on the ground and felt for the wound.
It was healed. The bullet within the cloth of his shirt, however still stained with blood.
He took the bullet out of his shirt.
Suddenly the stranger dropped him onto the ground in surprise.
"Ow." Vanya grumbled.
"Sorry! Sorry! I just thought you were unconscious!"
"It's fine. I don't know why I am alive at all either...."
Vanya fingered the bullet in his hand and then dropped it to the ground.
"Wait! Ummm..."
"Yes?"
"My name is Fredrick Roescech, what's yours?"
"Vanya."
"Well, um... nice to meet you! I was going to take you to the hospital but you seem fine now!"
"Thank you. I shall be taking my leave now."
"No problem! Bye!"
Chapter 4
The Sisters
Fredrick jogged all the way to his workplace. He was late. He was also rather concerned. It was a terrible state she was in, she practically resembled a corpse.
He remembers those two sisters.
Now he knows one of their names. Vanya. It was a nice name in his opinion.
They moved to this town with their parents about two decades ago.
The two then were happy children. Frolicking with flowers and occasionally playing with the other children of the neighborhood.
Fredrick then was to shy. It was also the added fact that the sisters parents were rather scary.
The younger one was an absolute angel. Too precious. However the older one was more like their parents, but only when harm was about to come to anyone and in cases of dispute.
It was only a few years later when Fredrick was 15, the older one, Vanya became like their parents were. Their parents also had disappeared. Whenever someone asked the younger one, she simply said that they were gone, according to her sister.
Eventually Vanya had completely alienated from the others in the neighborhood. Constantly absent and gaze cold like a predator's.
Ah, but he never had thought that such a predator would be downed, and in such a state.
Fredrick had always admired Vanya, from afar. Now, about eleven years from then, Fredrick finally knew her name.
He was late to work, of course, but everyone should help a person in need.
Calling
"Vanya! Fredrick told me you talked to him today!"
"That friend of yours? Ok."
"He said that you were injured. Did someone come after you? You weren't on another mission right? You need rest."
"I am resting."
Vanya was buried under covers up to his neck. Ayanav had just come home from school and checked on Vanya.
"No you weren't, you were out again!"
"Yeah, but only for a few minutes. Can I sleep now? My day was rather interesting." Vanya said sarcastically.
"Don't give me that end of your sarcasm! Although go to sleep. Even if it's unlike you, you need it. Goodnight sister!"
Ayanav said.
"It's brother!" Vanya called.
"SISTER!" Ayanav insisted. Then left.
Vanya then waited until he could hear Ayanav was in her room, doing homework before trying to get out of bed, only to be hit with another coughing fit.
'Shit.' He thought.
"Vanya are you ok?!"
"Yes! I'll be fine! I told you!"
He then spit the blood into the bucket Ayanav got and then took a knife out of the drawer.
He took off his shirt and the. Stabbed himself through the chest, spit out the blood and then took the knife out, collapsing.
Still, somewhere deep inside, he would still refuse to die. Something was pushing him forward, to keep him going, a will to live.
'Vanya, never give up. It what we Makars do.'
'Vat.'
Vanya watched as the wound healed, sealing itself over in a sheen of that abnormally dark blood.
He didn't understand. Mother and father never said that.
He then cut himself on the wrist. It didn't hurt, and again the blood resealed the wound.
Vanya put the knife back in the drawer and then took out a mirror.
The bags under his eyes were deeper, and his cheeks were gaunt.
"Geez. I look like crap." He muttered.
Then another coughing fit, and more blood .
You get the idea.
It was only a matter of a day or so until Helen Chrome figured out the Insurgent wasn't dead, and had grasped the very tip of the power the dark matter gave.
It called in urgent calling. It wanted the more powerful host. Agent Chrome wanted the power, and was determined to eliminate the competition.
Chapter 5
The Authorities
It was a few days later when he woke up again, Vanya was walking the open streets, there were multiple attempts on his life. Assassins here and there. Vanya couldn't risk pulling out his gun in the open, so therefore he had to call the authorities, or government police to take care of the problem.
It was rather impossible when they wanted the reason why someone might be after him rather than just taking care of the assassins.
He was under the guise of Vanya Nightingale. A citizen whose younger sister was living with him. Their parents had abandoned them, and now they were here. He got strange looks because of the last name Nightingale, but hey. There are quite a few Collinses around.
He looked ok now, less like a skeleton, but still, rather pale, and thin.
He had multiple messages from Agent Marriot, Leader Noris, and the other agents in the Quantum Mafia.
"Why do you need to know!? Heck, I don't even know! That person was trying to kill me! If you do this with every person who is a target of some idiot, then citizens would be dropping dead left and right!"
"Madam, please calm down."
"I'm a man!"
"Apologizes sir, but we are asking as to better trace who might be after you."
"I don't know! I've already told you!"
"Mr. Nightingale. We will be supervising then, until the attempts have been completely stopped, as to ensure your safety."
'Shit.' Vanya thought.
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Greetings, fellow members of the Quantum Mafia.
I apologize for the short notice, but the authorities are keeping watch on me. I'm afraid missions will not be possible without risking the security of the Mafia.
Agent Makar
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Vanya sent the message, the erased all computer files and locked it in the form of a laptop.
Sighing, and sitting back in his seat, he pondered through everything that has happened the last week.
"Things change. They always do." He whispered.
Suddenly, Ayanav burst through the door. Making loud noises as she ran up the stairs, her boots clomping.
"SISTER! WHY ARE THE POLICE OUTSIDE OUR DOOR?!"
"Ayanav, calm down."
"No! What did you do? Are we in trouble!? Van-"
"Ayanav. We are not in trouble. The police are just keeping watch because I have had attempts on my life. It's for safety. Don't worry, everything will be alright."
"Vanya."
"Yes. I know."
Ayanav sighed. Then she went to do her homework as Vanya proceeded to make dinner.
"Stop Vanya! Let me do it!"
"I'm fine! You do your homework! I can handle it!"
"Just because you are fine after a few days of rest does not mean you'll be fine burning the candle on both ends!"
"You worry too much!"
"Hypocrite!"
"Don't care!"
That's how conversations in the house usually went.
This is how it was when there was a risk to security.
Investigation
An agent couldn't be involved with assassins. Although now, Agent Chrome knew who the Insurgent really was.
Vanya Nightingale.
Who knows if her sister had anything involved with those stunts.
Ayanav Nightingale.
Parents weren't in the citizen records. Interesting. No Mr. or Mrs. Nightingale.
Agent Chrome took out a hair from her pocket. It was silver, practically grey.
She put it into the small container, and put the container along with the hair into the machine.
The machine then analyzed the DNA sample, and then the mother and father came up.
She remembers them. Two agents of a rebellion against the government when she was but a girl.
No wonder the girl, rather actually boy is the Insurgent. Carrying on his parent's legacy. Foolish.
Chrome shut the Mega-computer and retrieved the sample.
She then made her way up stairs to the top floor. There, was the President's office. Standing with him was the Vice President, who was but a pawn.
"Sir, I have found the Insurgent."
"We expect nothing less, Agent Chrome."
"Vanya Nightingale. Son of Jera and Boris Nightingale."
"The agents of the rebellion?"
"Affirmative."
"Hm... New mission: apprehend this Vanya, and whoever else is involved with his work."
"Yessir."
She then left the president's office. He was more of a dictator actually. He secured his place after the rebellion with the support and favor of the public. Although his time was coming to an end. He could sense it. He was just a man, but someone, especially those like the Nightingales, would one day bring him down. He expected it. In situations like this, that kind of thing always happens.
He was ready if they tried. Just like before, they would fail.
Same plot, different time.
Chapter 6
Capture
Someone had opened his parent's and his files. Vanya could see. He knew it was a matter of time. He saw the files when he hacked into the government database, checking more than usual, as the government was not watching.
Vanya grabbed a bag, and proceeded to stuff it with items important to him, his sister, and their parents.
Photos, journals, and finally food and water.
He then grabbed his laptop, and folded it into a phone, then called Marriot.
"They found me."
"Vat!? I thought-"
"Well you thought wrong. You know who's doing."
"Hm. That favor that I owe you?"
"Yes. Bring Ayanav to Mr. Noris. Stop in from the back. Quickly and quietly."
"You always pull stunts. I should have expected this."
"I didn't."
"Telling the police is a stunt. Stupid."
"Vhatever. Just get here."
"Already here, just look out the window."
Vanya looked to see Marriot on a motorcycle, waving.
He then went to Ayanav's room, and she was trying to fall asleep.
"What is it sister?"
"They found me. Pack up what you need."
"What?! Sister! No!"
"It's happening Ayanav. I can't let you end up in the government's hands."
Vanya and Ayanav proceeded to pack her stuff, and Then went out though the back door.
Vanya then went back in again, and came back out.
"Take this with you sister." He gave her the bag."it's everything I had promised to tell you."
"Sister..."
"Yes Ayanav?"
"Will you be ok?"
"I will always be back. Always. I promise."
"Don't make promises you can't keep, Makar, now buckle up girlie!"
Ayanav buckled up and hefted the bag two bags into a secure position as she waved.
"You are now, Ayanav Noris, got it?" Vanya whispered.
She nodded, and then the two headed off.
Then the helicopters came, with their lights and all.
"Freeze!" A man shouted. "We know who you are, Insurgent."
"Do you?" Vanya asked.
"Don't try and fight. We have you surrounded."
"Perhaps." Vanya then pulled out his gun and shot the man straight in the heart. He fell with an expression
Then more agents and police emerged, and began firing stun blasts.
They wanted him alive for interrogation, and to where the rest of the so called rebellion was.
Vanya narrowly dodged and fired into the crowd, but there were too many. Despite them being outmatched, he was outnumbered.
It was only a matter of time, but Ayanav had to be safe. The more time the better.
'Or better yet, kill them all'
It was the whispers. The ones that forced him to live on, and the ones that kept him going.
He then felt a smile creep up on his face, as two stun blasts hit him.
'Get up. Ayanav... must be safe.'
Two stuns would paralyze a person fully through to be unconscious, one would render a person unable to move, but Vanya kept firing.
'They are like the stereotype for pigs. They deserve to die.'
'They will not reach Ayanav or the Quantum Mafia!'
Then, four more shots hit him, but this time with increased power.
They dragged him down, but he was determined. Vanya's movements were getting sluggish, and he couldn't do it anymore. Then, before one more stun blast hit him, he collapsed.
As the authorities closed in.
It was enough time. He closed his eyes, and smiled.
Crimes
"132 of our officers and agents killed...."
There was a man speaking. He wasn't quite clear in appearance yet, as Vanya's head was still foggy.
His vision clouded.
"Taking about six stun blasts before finally falling..."
Vanya became aware of being blinded to a chair, and proceeded to lift his head and blink one more time before recognizing the President of the government.
"Who... no what are you Insurgent... or should I say Vanya Nightingale."
"Greetings, President Asshole."
"Now, that is no way to greet your Leader, now is it?"
"No, but you already know who I am. You are going to 'execute' me for my 'crimes.' Might as well be as big of a nuisance as possible."
"Knowing your record, you would be thinking of an escape tactic." The President said, pacing with a folder, reading off the papers inside. Eyebrows raising higher, and eyes wide.
"Nah." He shrugged.
"Hm. Interesting, well what would you do, say... we have your sister?"
"She's dead because of your people. During the last rebellion, your bomb killed her." Vanya spit.
"She... is not dead... I know you care for her. She is very much alive. We have her."
"That's logically impossible. She's dead."
"Really? Logic... recently, has been defied. I'm sure you met Agent Chrome before."
"That old hag? Sure, why not."
"She has magic." The president said.
"Pfffffff- HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! That is hilarious!"
"Please come in, Agent Chrome."
"Hello honey."
"Hello, sweetheart."
Vanya mimed barfing.
Agent Chrome waved her hand and twirled around a dark colored flame.
"I find it hard that you don't believe after our last encounter."
"I overestimated the lengths you would go just for me. I'm very disappointed."
"I will enjoy watching you in great pain." Chrome whispered.
"Quit being a rapist."
Chrome then proceeded to choke Vanya out of anger, but he just grinned.
"Helen."
Chrome released Vanya and then turned to the President.
"Right. We'll leave him to the interrogators."
They left as another man came in.
"Oooo! Yay! Another asshat." Vanya said sarcastically.
They told something to the interrogator and then probably went to a room that was unseen to those in the room Vanya was currently in, to listen for information, and watch his pain.
The door opened as a woman dressed in an apron and gloves came in.
"Greetings, Mr. Nightingale."
"Finally. Someone's got my gender right." Vanya continued with the sarcastic tone.
"We shall begin, then. Here is the deal. Tell us where the dark matter and the rebel base is, and you can leave, your sister unharmed. Or, you can suffer beyond anyone has suffered before, and your sister will die."
'Ayanav is ok. She is with Yakov.' The voices whispered.
Then, an image of Yakov, Ayanav and Marriot together, Marriot having just brought Ayanav to Yakov's is what appeared in his mind's eye.
Vanya knew this image wasn't illusion. It should be happening. Agent Marriot usually got away unnoticed, if noticed then untraced.
"Meh." Vanya shrugged. "I don't feel like telling you. Can I take a siesta?"
"No. Now did you not hear me? Tell me, or your sister will die."
"Aaaah... no."
"We know where she is, and we can terminate her at any instance."
"Where then?" Vanya asked, one eye closed smirking.
The interrogator was silent.
"Geez, you're terrible at your job."
"Looks like we will do this the hard way. I wonder... are you afraid of pain?"
The interrogator asked, pulling out a knife, and proceeding to cut across Vanya's forehead.
It bled out that dark blood, but Vanya wasn't worried about pain. He was worried about then figuring out that he possessed some dark matter within.
They wouldn't care about him. They would do anything to get it out of him, with no concern for his well being. He promised Ayanav he would be back after all.
The voices urged him, pushed him, but he refused with all his determination.
It bled. Vanya began to feel a bit light headed as the blood ran down his face, and onto his coat.
"Oh come on! That's never gonna come out." He complained.
"Really, That is what you are concerned with?" She asked, hazel eyes becoming widened, and smiling.
The interrogator continued to to make small cuts along his skin.
Vanya was straining now. The voices, they were so loud now. They kept urging.
Then, one voice:
'Interesting. You resist us well. Interesting human. Impressive human. Perfect partner. Perfect host. Not a puppet. Show them our true power...'
Vanya refused.
They kept saying it.
'Show them, show them show them showthemshowthemshowthemshowthemshowthemshowthem!'
The cuts continued to bleed as the interrogator kept causing pain to Vanya. However, Agent Chrome was bored. He should have healed by now if he had the barest grasp of the power.
The interrogator asked each time, but he stayed silent.
Though it was good that he was breaking. Hands and jaw clenched, sweat forming in small drops.
The interrogator then used electric shock.
Then his expression loosened.
"Y'know, I put a lot of sweat and blood into keeping something shut, but it's not my mouth. Now you let it out. And I think I'll have fun." He whispered.
Then his eyes opened, and the whites were black, and the pupils were glowing red, and the light flowed like a flame.
All the cuts healed, and the bonds on his wrists broke. Standing up, Vanya held out his hand, and the interrogator's head popped off, the body dropping dead.
"Get the president to safety! I will deal with this." Agent Chrome shouted.
The two agents guided the President out of the room as Agent Chrome stared into Vanya's eyes, her own taking on their demonic form.
In the depths of the Quantum Mafia's labs, the two cubes broke as the scientists there panicked.
Yet, the dark matter didn't head for them. It escaped out the vents and....
Chapter 7
The start of a Chain Reaction
The dark matter then went to it's caller, and proceeded to devour the building inside out.
The building was on evacuate, but only 24 of 326 occupants made it out, the President included.
Agent Chrome was still in.
The building was a bubble of dark matter now. It was a experimentation lab. Kind of like Area 51. The same lab the dark matter was initially stolen from. They were interested in how Vanya "Nightingale" was able to accomplish all those practically humanly impossible feats on his record. They also needed the information he might've possessed.
Although this, this was beyond what any of them had expected.
Vanya tackled Agent Chrome into a dimly lit, polished granite hall.
"Well, looks like you really are competition now." Chrome hissed. Regular voice voiced over with a deep rumble.
"Ahahahahahahaha!" Vanya's eyes returned to their normal amber as his laugh also settled from it's own demonic accent.
"It's not me who is doing this. It is the matter acting upon it's own will. It whispers doesn't it? It urges you. Your not it's master. It tries to make you it's puppet."
With those words, Vanya's eyes morphed again, and he proceeded to summon torrents of dark matter.
A battle ensued. Chrome refused to listen to the matter. She refused to be its puppet. Yet, the matter was no longer enhancing her power.
"No!" She growled. She then turned her gaze to Vanya.
Her fate was already decided. Another puppet to be cast aside.
She grabbed at Vanya attempting to do whatever damage before her fate was sealed.
Then, she stopped. A tendril of matter formed into a spike, and stabbed through her chest, catching her so onto it.
"Snake." She hissed at Vanya, smiling out of spite. Hoping for one last blow that will effect this man forever.
Vanya just shrugged.
The dark matter then acted of it's own will, sacrificing a now useless pawn for the bigger game. Agent Chrome was gone. Mortal form consumed, and then turned into more matter.
It was done. The dark matter then all retracted, gravitating towards Vanya, and then formed itself as a pair of dark arms on his back.
He opened his amber eyes. It was done.the dark matter consumed the building.
The staff at where the exit once was and now gathering journalists stood there in absolute shock.
"Greetings." Vanya said. "You know me as the Insurgent. My name is Vanya Nightingale. Your government is full of corruption for the desire of power and money. It's time for a new age."
The arms formed into wings, and he spread them. He always wondered what it was like to fly.
A bit melodramatic, yes, but Vanya was really tired of the government getting in the way of business.
Rebellion Beginning
Ayanav watched the news at Mr. Noris's house, have just settled in, as Mr. Noris was a close friend of their parent's.
It was Vanya. What was he doing?!
Ayanav knew something big was going to happen. Words may be simple, but they carried the weight of inspiration.
Nothing was safe any longer.
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Fredrick watched the news. It wasn't quite a small world after all. He was afraid. The Vanya that he admired for so long... was not who she seemed. Something happened, but how could he understand? How could an entire lab be just erased off the Earth? How did she do it?
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In the uncharted mountains, east of the main city and outer districts, and villages, a man, about in his late forties watched the news on the old tv.
"Greetings. You know me as the Insurgent. My name is Vanya Nightingale..."
The man's green, blue eyes widened as he spit out his drink of water, and went to the tv, holding it in desperation, with suprise and hope written on his face.
"...Your government is full of corruption for the desire of power and money. It's time for a new age."
He watched as the camera filmed Vanya Nightingale flying off.
Hope. It was the beginning.
He turned off the tv, and opened a closet at the back of the room.
He shoved all the clothes until he got to the back of the closet.
"Ah, my old uniform."
He put it on, and stepped outside, where many others were now also gathered.
"My fellow rebels... the angel of death, has come, not for us, but them.
"Vanya Nightingale, sire of Jera and Boris Nightingale.
"We can now rise again, and fight for what we believe in!
"We, with the angel of death with us, shall bring a new age!"
End of Part 1
Mafia
Vanya of the Mafia 1
Part 2: Ayanav's Journal
Chapter 1
Dear diary,
Everything is changing. My brother, (but I call him sister to get him back for trip king me into thinking he was a girl when we were little, and when momma and papa were still around) had sent me to his employer in what he calls "business".
This business is worrying. He packs weapons, and has a strange laptop. Sometimes I swear it is a phone.
His eyes are always dead, and without their usual sparkle when he gets back. He sometimes is absent, days at a time.
Mr. Noris is nice. He said he knew our parents.
I live under the name Ayanav Noris, a grandniece of him, now. It's a disguise because Vanya wants me to be safe because his business usually ends up with the govern after him.
He want me to call him Uncle, but I don't think that would be necessary.
Mr. Noris is involved with this business, but he's too rich and has much influence in the government, so no one dares mess with him.
I'm ok, and everything is calm, but I can't help but feel something is wrong. These Agents that are in this house. Their eyes are like Vanya's.
Dead.
Thank you for listening.
-Ayanav
Dear diary,
Something has happened. Vanya was on the news today.
He has introduced himself to the world. Something has happened to him. He can control that stuff, and now he's like an angel of death.
He said: "Greetings. You know me as the Insurgent. My name is Vanya Nightingale. Your government is full of corruption for the desire of power and money. It's time for a new age."
Something big is bound to happen. I can hear it as I walk to my new school, after breakfast. He tries to keep me safe, I appreciate that, but he can't protect me forever.
There are whispers of rebellion against the government.
I'm scared.
Thank you for listening.
-Ayanav
Dear diary,
Something has happened again. I remember history lessons at school. They talk about the rebellion sometimes.
One of the old leaders, Garland Morris appeared. He was sending a message to inspire other to the rebellion.
Vanya also came back today.
He doesn't know he started the reawakening of this rebellion. He doesn't have the wings, that is. The wings make him look more like death more than usual.
He wears a long black scarf though, and there is a splotch on his coat. The coat is also covered in dirt. Luckily, the maid, Mrs. Maryweather, assured him she could get the stain out.
I was scared to start over in school at this day and age, but I made a friend at school today. Her name is Wendy. I told her that my brother, but I call him sister to annoy him, came back from college today. That's what normal 22 year olds do, right?
She was happy for me. She asked me his name, but if I said Vanya, then that would only spark suspicion, so I told her his name was Victor.
Hope he is ok with the name.
He likes Victor, but prefers Vikita.
Maybe Vikita can be his cover nickname.
Though Wendy seems nice.
Thank you for listening.
-Ayanav
Chapter 2
Ayanav's Journal, Continued
Dear diary,
He realized he reawakened the rebellion. He wasn't happy.
It was scarier than usual, when he had a hissy fit. I used to make fun of him for it.
Not anymore. He needs less negativity. More cupcakes and rainbows.
I went to school. Vanya wore no prescription glasses, as to hide his face, and also dyed his hair the same color as mine.
He wanted to see what my school was like.
I told him he didn't have to worry about me, but he always insists.
Wendy came up to me.
"Is this your brother?"
"Yeah, meet Victor, Victor, meet Wendy."
"Hi! What's college like?"
"School. That's what college is like. Except you live nearby, and the school is bigger, which means more work and stuff. Nice to meet you Wendy." He said.
Later on Wendy said he kinda looked like a girl, but I told her people often misjudge his gender.
"He's kinda hot."
"Ew! Wendy!"
"Sorry, but it's true. It's not like I'm gonna try"
"You better not! He's older than you! By the way, how would you like it if I hit on your brother?"
"What! Don't. He's five years younger than you!"
"Just like my brother is five years older than you!"
"You need to learn to take a joke." Wendy had said, laughing.
"That was a joke?"
"Yeah."
"Oh... sorry."
"It's fine, rich girl, jokes with the people you grew up with must be those corny ones."
"They don't involve corn."
"I didn't mean- oh. That was a joke, wasn't it?"
"Yup!" I flashed a grin as we headed to our first class.
By the end of the year, we have to take a test, and then college, then a career would proceed from there.
I'm honestly nervous. It's not like I could ask Vanya. He never actually gone to college.
"I read about it in books." He would say. Not quite the same.
I'm planning to be a physiologist, or a doctor of some sort.
That way I can help people!
I maybe could also help brother too. He has depression, I can diagnose that. I think one of the few things that keep him going is me, and his business.
I haven't gotten to reading the journals in the bag, and the files on his computer, so I don't exactly understand.
He probably took his computer back.
I met more people today. They are Wendy's other friends they seem nice.
Thank you for listening
-Ayanav
Dear diary,
There's no school today because it is Saturday.
I was finishing yesterday's homework, when I heard yelling. I went to investigate. Mr. Noris is mad at Vanya. Saying that he had a bad aspect of our parent's. He was to showy, rather reckless at times, especially when he was on adrenaline.
"What vere you thinking?!"
"I vasn't."
"That's your problema! You don't think in certain situations. Now you could even more risk the uncovering of our agency! Starting a rebellion!???!!!! Do you know the power of words!?"
"The government gets in the way of business."
"Vanya. The government is there for stability."
"The government is unstable."
Mr. Noris sighed.
"You can't stay here forever you know. Missions will be impossible because of your stunt."
"They can. I will not fail. It's about time I get back."
"No. That is an order, Agent Makar."
"But-"
"Don't defy me. Please. I am the Leader, and you an agent. I'm trying to keep all of us safe. Jera and Boris would want that. You shouldn't have signed up."
"What was I to do, when the Mission New Government failed? Where else was I to turn? Besides, I did well in my job, right?"
"You are one of the best. You could have just come here, live a normal life as Ayanav is now."
"Nothing is normal. Besides, if I did, I would be slaving away as a military person fighting for the wrong cause. I'm no genius. I'm a killer, not a human."
I couldn't bear to listen anymore after that. Is that really how it was?
Violence... there's another way Vanya....
I shut myself in my room for the rest of the day, messaging me friend, Wendy and her other friends she introduced me to on Friday.
I can't confide in them, despite them being my friends. So, diary, I can only confide in you.
The Mafia is a curse.
Thank you for listening
-Ayanav
Dear diary,
Vanya was gone today.
He left a note like he always does.
___________________________
Dear Sister,
I am going to not be coming back until a goal is completed. I'm finishing mother and father's mission.
Don't tell Yakov. Please.
Thank you.
You might see me, here and there, but... please, don't get involved, and please stay safe.
And I will always be back, and I will protect you. I promise.
-Vanya
__________________________
He shouldn't make promises he cannot keep.
When I was done studying for the test, I decided that it was about time I found out what was going on.
There were four journals in the bag.
One computer, in which everything on it had been erased except a few files.
I started with the computer.
It was pictures of newspapers about the rebellion. Pictures of mom, dad, and a two year old Vanya there.
There were also our true citizen files mother and father had stolen, or so Vanya says.
I opened mother and father's.
It said that they were average citizens until they joined up and became the leaders of the rebellion against the government.
Then, I saw that there were files from the Mafia.
They told a different story.
The Makars were long time agents for the government, but realized the corruption after a few years of service.
They eventually followed whispers in the streets and came across the Mafia, a crime organization. However, the Mafia was actually a series or organizations, each one with it's own unique goal. The Quantum Mafia's goal was to make sure there was stability and make sure everything in space-time and the multiverse ran smoothly, as their leader, Mr. Noris...
It just said to read his file.
So I continued reading mother and father's first.
They joined the Mafia, and worked as double agents. Eventually they worked to bring down the government and restore true democracy.
They had two children, Vanya and Ayanav Makar.
Their mission failed. They are now dead.
They were part of the government at one point. I couldn't believe it. What else had Vanya not told me?
I pulled up Mr. Noris's file in the Mafia, as he does not have a government one in the files here.
His government file would not provide much information is stated on the file.
He wasn't from this world. He was from another.
A higher dimension.
That was what shocked me so. I didn't understand, nor do I now, but I didn't finish. That's all I needed to know.
From everything that has taken place now, and what information it tells, I have a grasp on what happened in the past.
Oh, so much information. School lied. Such things do exist.
My world is shattering, I don't know what to do. For now, however, I must carry on as normal.
Thank you for listening.
-Ayanav
Chapter 3
Ayanav's Journal, Continued
Dear diary,
I haven't entered all week. It's stressful. Luckily today, which is Friday, there wasn't as much homework, so I finished already.
Mr. Noris burned the journals in the bag, saying the information on them cannot just be laying around in the open.
I have already read them. They tell the story of the rebellion mum and papa led.
So many hopeful souls have their words written down on those pages. They were crushed.
No word from brother yet. I worry, but he always comes back. Eventually...
School was fine.
Thank you for listening.
-Ayanav
Dear diary,
I'm so sorry! I just really have a lot of homework and projects due!
It's nearing the end of the year and I have to get good scores, so that I can get into a good college!
I'm so nervous. It's been two months, and the rebellion has begun again.
Many others in the school are talking about it. Some students have disappeared, Wendy has.
Vanya had been making many appearances on the news. I don't talk about it. I often change the topic. It's dangerous. I think Wendy has disappeared because she spoke out against the government.
I'm worried. They now have drills in case of attack.
Mr. Noris is really easily angered now. It must be the stress. He has to deal with even tighter security from the government, and the suspicion of the government in general.
I know he worries too for brother.
He refers to me and Vanya as his children. I guess he feels as if we are.
-Ayanav
Dear diary,
Today Mr. Noris told me about me and Vanya's parents. They were good people. He also told me about himself.
He was here to monitor the human race. To make sure they don't mess with things beyond their comprehension.
He was from where the matter came from, which explains how he knew why my brother was scarier than usual.
Brother had some in him. No wonder he was dying. Although Mr. Noris says that Vanya is going to be alright. The dark matter seems to be willing to be part of Vanya rather than consume him. As what happened with Chrome.
Agent Chrome, the lady that Vanya doesn't like. I think I know why. He always just called her another corrupt official, but now I know it's because she interfered with his business.
He tells me, because he says I deserve to know, but he tells me not to speak a word of this to anyone, except Vanya, himself, and Vanya's friend.
He came by today. He was rather friendly, but loud.
I don't understand how Vanya is friends with him. Vanya is quite the opposite.
-Ayanav
Dear diary,
Everything is on lockdown. AlthoughvI got my letter, and it's from a good college!
I can be a doctor now and help people! Although it seems that dream will have to wait. Vanya has led the war on the government. I've never seen so much violence on the news....
Why did he cause this suffering? It's not like him.
Although, I can still see him in his actions. Despite what he says, how he is a killer, he tries to cause as little harm as possible. He's not just a killer.
His casualties are low on both sides. The war is already here. They are closing in on the capital. Please.... don't let everything fall into chaos......
-Ayanav
Dear diary,
Today... is a sad day. War never reached me, but I could still feel the horrors of it. They overthrew the president, and rewrote the constitution!
They returned democracy...
Then they killed Vanya.......
they shot him with a firing squad,
they executed him because:
"He had requested it."
Did it really get that bad? He promised to come back!
Why did he chose to die?
Dear diary...
It's been a few months, but....
He's alive. I don't understand how, but he is!
Mr. Noris says it's because of the dark matter.
I don't care he's back. Although, what he has planned next... he wants to travel the world for a while, with me. He's inherited what momma and papa had, due to their last will and all that.
He's decided to use the name Victor Noris.
Although, he said "I will always be Vanya Makar."
I'm happy!
-Ayanav
𖤐ܥᜀ𐊭ᚼ
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Chapter 3
Mission Epilogue
"VHAT?!" Yakov boomed. "Given your record, I thought you wouldn't fail!"
It was only the next morning.
"Apologies, but there was more than expected. Both cubes were filled to full capacity."
"That cannot be helped, but given they still have dark matter in their possession they would continue to experiment." Yakov said sternly. "You know I do not tolerate failure."
"They won't experiment any longer, as their 'classified' files show that they don't have anymore, and therefore experiments will cease. I promise you, I already destroyed their notes and collected data.
"I also erased the scientist memories of the project the following minutes." Vanya stated.
"You have better made sure of it. When signs of contamination appear in Goverment Agent Chrome, eliminate her."
"Yes, Mr. Noris."
Corrupt
Agent Helen Chrome wasn't fine. Collapsing the today and then coughing up abnormally dark blood.
Over the next few days, there were dark thoughts..... urges to destroy......
Her appearance more resembled a corpse. She still yet insisted she insisted she was fine. She continued to insist to do her job, despite barely being able stand.
Then, a few days later, Agent Chrome was lively again.
However, she was deathly thin, and her eyes were sunken. They were dark with only lights for pupils. Like a skeleton. More efficient, unable to tire easily, and now oversaw the mission to retrieve the dark matter.
However, Chrome had her own plans with the matter. Now with no mercy, and a ruthlessness that frightened her colleagues.
What most frightened the other agents, however was the ability she now possessed. It was dark magic. Yet defying all sciences, magic was not supposed to exist.
They couldn't experiment, and run tests on their Agent though. She would not consent, and insisted, again that she was fine.
Currently one goal in mind. To eliminate the competition of power.
"Vanya!" Ayanav shouted.
Vanya clutched his side as he fell to the floor, the other hand covering his mouth as he coughed. He slowly stood up and proceeded to stumble towards the washroom. Ayanav ran forward and helped Vanya along until he spit the blood into the sink.
This had been happening the last few hours after Vanya had gotten home from the mission.
"Sister, I told you! You should get some rest! I'll take care of you."
"No... you need to-bleh." Vanya spit more blood into the sink. "Take care of yourself. I'll be....fine."
"Sister." Ayanav said with a stern tone.
Vanya couldn't tell her it was brother rather than sister between the spurts of abnormally dark blood.
Vanya then stood up and washed the corners of his mouth.
Then proceeded to take Ayanav to the bus station.
"It's ok. Go to school. It's Monday."
"But you're sick! And it's bad! When people start coughing up blood, it means they are dying!"
"I've defied death before."
"Vanya!"
"Go to school, Ayanav. Don't end up like me. You are smart."
"But so are you!"
"Not smart enough, as I am dying, am I not? Don't forget what I told you. Find Yakov Noris. Tell him you are my sister. He will make sure you are all right if I die. Then if I do, I can be at peace."
"Vanya!"
"You're going to miss the bus! Go, go!"
Ayanav huffed and ran towards the bus.
Vanya smiled and waved. Seeing Ayanav wave back and smile as well made Vanya feel that everything would be alright. His sister was too precious for the underbelly he worked for.
He always knew when his sister was in trouble, and tried his best to protect her in any way possible. He always knew one day, because of business, he wouldn't be able to protect her any longer.
"Excuse me, madam, but are you ok? You seem rather... sickly..." a passing stranger asked.
"I have been told. Although I am perfectly fine. I assure you. No need to worry about another random stranger right?"
Vanya proceeded to walk away but the man stopped him.
"Madam, I really worry."
Vanya sighed and rubber his temples.
"Mind your own business."
"Wait..... I know you...... It's you!" The man shouted. "You're the-"
"Say one more word and you die." Vanya whispered, holding a gun under his long coat.
Vanya took the man's hand in a deathly tight grip, and lead him to an alley.
"You may shout for help, and run. I will give you a head start, but you will not escape, I assure you."
"I don't want to escape." He said. Dangerously, deep rooted hatred in his eyes. No longer looking like a simple civilian. "I am part of the Snakehead Mafia, Vanya of the Quantum Mafia, and I am here from for a personal debt. I knew I would find you wandering."
He drew a gun.
"You killed my brother, Montesu. What did he ever do? He loved you. Did you not know?"
"Ah, but Montesquieu, love has no place in this business." Vanya said, keeping the gun trained on Montesquieu. "Besides, my boss wanted Montesu out of the way."
"Ha! Looks like you are a soulless dog. I should kill you RIGHT NOW!" He fired the bullet, but Vanya anticipated it, and dodged. He hated when this kind of thing happens.
"I always win Russian Roulette, Montesquieu. Now, like your brother, you die." He hated this part. When people had to die for no reason. Emotions, this kind of passion. It only causes trouble in business. He always played emotionless killer.
Vanya was about to pull the trigger, but then was hit with a wave of racking coughs, eyes wide, Vanya spat blood on to the floor, crouched down.
"Not this time." Montesquieu whispered, eyes filled with a crazy glee, then fired.
Vanya smiled as he spat another few drops of blood, and closed his eyes.
However, death never came.
Vanya opened his eyes to find the bullet hovering in midair, Montesquieu standing with the trigger pulled, and a smirk on his face.
Birds were in mid flight and people in the middle of walking.
Time was frozen.
"Vat?" Vanya whispered.
"So you are the Insurgent."
"Ah, Agent Chrome. Your doing?"
"Well, looks like we know each other well."
Vanya turned around to see Chrome with her usual prim and proper attire, but face and hands slender, full of life, and with the urge to kill written all over. Eyes like a demon's.
"What do you want? Other than something to do with business with our opposing organizations." Vanya asked, amber eyes narrowing, gun ready.
"You know. But first:" She motioned her hand.
Time flowed again and the bullet Montesquieu shot hit a brick as Vanya just shot him in the head without looking.
"Well then, that was taken care of. Now what I want is the location of the dark matter you stole."
"I'm afraid that is business. Classified."
"Well then, I suppose the your life instead will do."
"If I do tell you, you will simply kill me when you get what you want."
"Ah, you DO know me well. You die now." Chrome was about to fire, but Vanya fired through her head.
Yet the flesh just healed itself and sealed the hole in her skull.
"What?"
"Stupid. You don't even know what you have been given. I suppose killing you will be easier than expected."
Agent Chrome fired and fired as Vanya narrowly dodged.
"The competition will be quite easily eliminated, the world will be mine."
"Well, who's the traitor to the government now?"
Chrome hit Vanya in the gut with a bullet as he was saying those words.
"You should know that running your mouth with provide you distraction, as I get the chance to kill you. Goodbye Insurgent."
They had gathered a small crowd of an audience. When Chrome turned around however, and waved her hand, they all fell in a trance, and continued about their business.
She walked away, chuckling.
Fredrick
Vanya held his abdomen and the got up, glancing wistfully at the dead body of Montesquieu.
"At least I gave them a painless death." He muttered before walking away from the scene as well.
Covering the wound with his coat, and the ever growing pain and numbness from the wound.
Vanya barely got halfway back home before falling, vision getting blurry.
What did it matter? He was already dying anyway. Time for an earlier than expected trip to hell.
He didn't care that it drew eyes when he collapsed and coughed up more blood.
"Sorry Ayanav."
He closed his eyes and waited for the numbness and darkness of death.
Yet he still felt the ground in which he collapsed.
Then a voice
'Don't give up. You must keep going. For the world. For Ayanav'
Vanya didn't care. He deserved to die, but there was a will power. He.... refused to die.
He opened his eyes again to see a stranger carrying him, and calling the emergency phone line.
Vanya planted his feet on the ground and felt for the wound.
It was healed. The bullet within the cloth of his shirt, however still stained with blood.
He took the bullet out of his shirt.
Suddenly the stranger dropped him onto the ground in surprise.
"Ow." Vanya grumbled.
"Sorry! Sorry! I just thought you were unconscious!"
"It's fine. I don't know why I am alive at all either...."
Vanya fingered the bullet in his hand and then dropped it to the ground.
"Wait! Ummm..."
"Yes?"
"My name is Fredrick Roescech, what's yours?"
"Vanya."
"Well, um... nice to meet you! I was going to take you to the hospital but you seem fine now!"
"Thank you. I shall be taking my leave now."
"No problem! Bye!"
Chapter 4
The Sisters
Fredrick jogged all the way to his workplace. He was late. He was also rather concerned. It was a terrible state she was in, she practically resembled a corpse.
He remembers those two sisters.
Now he knows one of their names. Vanya. It was a nice name in his opinion.
They moved to this town with their parents about two decades ago.
The two then were happy children. Frolicking with flowers and occasionally playing with the other children of the neighborhood.
Fredrick then was to shy. It was also the added fact that the sisters parents were rather scary.
The younger one was an absolute angel. Too precious. However the older one was more like their parents, but only when harm was about to come to anyone and in cases of dispute.
It was only a few years later when Fredrick was 15, the older one, Vanya became like their parents were. Their parents also had disappeared. Whenever someone asked the younger one, she simply said that they were gone, according to her sister.
Eventually Vanya had completely alienated from the others in the neighborhood. Constantly absent and gaze cold like a predator's.
Ah, but he never had thought that such a predator would be downed, and in such a state.
Fredrick had always admired Vanya, from afar. Now, about eleven years from then, Fredrick finally knew her name.
He was late to work, of course, but everyone should help a person in need.
Calling
"Vanya! Fredrick told me you talked to him today!"
"That friend of yours? Ok."
"He said that you were injured. Did someone come after you? You weren't on another mission right? You need rest."
"I am resting."
Vanya was buried under covers up to his neck. Ayanav had just come home from school and checked on Vanya.
"No you weren't, you were out again!"
"Yeah, but only for a few minutes. Can I sleep now? My day was rather interesting." Vanya said sarcastically.
"Don't give me that end of your sarcasm! Although go to sleep. Even if it's unlike you, you need it. Goodnight sister!"
Ayanav said.
"It's brother!" Vanya called.
"SISTER!" Ayanav insisted. Then left.
Vanya then waited until he could hear Ayanav was in her room, doing homework before trying to get out of bed, only to be hit with another coughing fit.
'Shit.' He thought.
"Vanya are you ok?!"
"Yes! I'll be fine! I told you!"
He then spit the blood into the bucket Ayanav got and then took a knife out of the drawer.
He took off his shirt and the. Stabbed himself through the chest, spit out the blood and then took the knife out, collapsing.
Still, somewhere deep inside, he would still refuse to die. Something was pushing him forward, to keep him going, a will to live.
'Vanya, never give up. It what we Makars do.'
'Vat.'
Vanya watched as the wound healed, sealing itself over in a sheen of that abnormally dark blood.
He didn't understand. Mother and father never said that.
He then cut himself on the wrist. It didn't hurt, and again the blood resealed the wound.
Vanya put the knife back in the drawer and then took out a mirror.
The bags under his eyes were deeper, and his cheeks were gaunt.
"Geez. I look like crap." He muttered.
Then another coughing fit, and more blood .
You get the idea.
It was only a matter of a day or so until Helen Chrome figured out the Insurgent wasn't dead, and had grasped the very tip of the power the dark matter gave.
It called in urgent calling. It wanted the more powerful host. Agent Chrome wanted the power, and was determined to eliminate the competition.
Chapter 5
The Authorities
It was a few days later when he woke up again, Vanya was walking the open streets, there were multiple attempts on his life. Assassins here and there. Vanya couldn't risk pulling out his gun in the open, so therefore he had to call the authorities, or government police to take care of the problem.
It was rather impossible when they wanted the reason why someone might be after him rather than just taking care of the assassins.
He was under the guise of Vanya Nightingale. A citizen whose younger sister was living with him. Their parents had abandoned them, and now they were here. He got strange looks because of the last name Nightingale, but hey. There are quite a few Collinses around.
He looked ok now, less like a skeleton, but still, rather pale, and thin.
He had multiple messages from Agent Marriot, Leader Noris, and the other agents in the Quantum Mafia.
"Why do you need to know!? Heck, I don't even know! That person was trying to kill me! If you do this with every person who is a target of some idiot, then citizens would be dropping dead left and right!"
"Madam, please calm down."
"I'm a man!"
"Apologizes sir, but we are asking as to better trace who might be after you."
"I don't know! I've already told you!"
"Mr. Nightingale. We will be supervising then, until the attempts have been completely stopped, as to ensure your safety."
'Shit.' Vanya thought.
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_________________________
Greetings, fellow members of the Quantum Mafia.
I apologize for the short notice, but the authorities are keeping watch on me. I'm afraid missions will not be possible without risking the security of the Mafia.
Agent Makar
__________________________
Vanya sent the message, the erased all computer files and locked it in the form of a laptop.
Sighing, and sitting back in his seat, he pondered through everything that has happened the last week.
"Things change. They always do." He whispered.
Suddenly, Ayanav burst through the door. Making loud noises as she ran up the stairs, her boots clomping.
"SISTER! WHY ARE THE POLICE OUTSIDE OUR DOOR?!"
"Ayanav, calm down."
"No! What did you do? Are we in trouble!? Van-"
"Ayanav. We are not in trouble. The police are just keeping watch because I have had attempts on my life. It's for safety. Don't worry, everything will be alright."
"Vanya."
"Yes. I know."
Ayanav sighed. Then she went to do her homework as Vanya proceeded to make dinner.
"Stop Vanya! Let me do it!"
"I'm fine! You do your homework! I can handle it!"
"Just because you are fine after a few days of rest does not mean you'll be fine burning the candle on both ends!"
"You worry too much!"
"Hypocrite!"
"Don't care!"
That's how conversations in the house usually went.
This is how it was when there was a risk to security.
Investigation
An agent couldn't be involved with assassins. Although now, Agent Chrome knew who the Insurgent really was.
Vanya Nightingale.
Who knows if her sister had anything involved with those stunts.
Ayanav Nightingale.
Parents weren't in the citizen records. Interesting. No Mr. or Mrs. Nightingale.
Agent Chrome took out a hair from her pocket. It was silver, practically grey.
She put it into the small container, and put the container along with the hair into the machine.
The machine then analyzed the DNA sample, and then the mother and father came up.
She remembers them. Two agents of a rebellion against the government when she was but a girl.
No wonder the girl, rather actually boy is the Insurgent. Carrying on his parent's legacy. Foolish.
Chrome shut the Mega-computer and retrieved the sample.
She then made her way up stairs to the top floor. There, was the President's office. Standing with him was the Vice President, who was but a pawn.
"Sir, I have found the Insurgent."
"We expect nothing less, Agent Chrome."
"Vanya Nightingale. Son of Jera and Boris Nightingale."
"The agents of the rebellion?"
"Affirmative."
"Hm... New mission: apprehend this Vanya, and whoever else is involved with his work."
"Yessir."
She then left the president's office. He was more of a dictator actually. He secured his place after the rebellion with the support and favor of the public. Although his time was coming to an end. He could sense it. He was just a man, but someone, especially those like the Nightingales, would one day bring him down. He expected it. In situations like this, that kind of thing always happens.
He was ready if they tried. Just like before, they would fail.
Same plot, different time.
Chapter 6
Capture
Someone had opened his parent's and his files. Vanya could see. He knew it was a matter of time. He saw the files when he hacked into the government database, checking more than usual, as the government was not watching.
Vanya grabbed a bag, and proceeded to stuff it with items important to him, his sister, and their parents.
Photos, journals, and finally food and water.
He then grabbed his laptop, and folded it into a phone, then called Marriot.
"They found me."
"Vat!? I thought-"
"Well you thought wrong. You know who's doing."
"Hm. That favor that I owe you?"
"Yes. Bring Ayanav to Mr. Noris. Stop in from the back. Quickly and quietly."
"You always pull stunts. I should have expected this."
"I didn't."
"Telling the police is a stunt. Stupid."
"Vhatever. Just get here."
"Already here, just look out the window."
Vanya looked to see Marriot on a motorcycle, waving.
He then went to Ayanav's room, and she was trying to fall asleep.
"What is it sister?"
"They found me. Pack up what you need."
"What?! Sister! No!"
"It's happening Ayanav. I can't let you end up in the government's hands."
Vanya and Ayanav proceeded to pack her stuff, and Then went out though the back door.
Vanya then went back in again, and came back out.
"Take this with you sister." He gave her the bag."it's everything I had promised to tell you."
"Sister..."
"Yes Ayanav?"
"Will you be ok?"
"I will always be back. Always. I promise."
"Don't make promises you can't keep, Makar, now buckle up girlie!"
Ayanav buckled up and hefted the bag two bags into a secure position as she waved.
"You are now, Ayanav Noris, got it?" Vanya whispered.
She nodded, and then the two headed off.
Then the helicopters came, with their lights and all.
"Freeze!" A man shouted. "We know who you are, Insurgent."
"Do you?" Vanya asked.
"Don't try and fight. We have you surrounded."
"Perhaps." Vanya then pulled out his gun and shot the man straight in the heart. He fell with an expression
Then more agents and police emerged, and began firing stun blasts.
They wanted him alive for interrogation, and to where the rest of the so called rebellion was.
Vanya narrowly dodged and fired into the crowd, but there were too many. Despite them being outmatched, he was outnumbered.
It was only a matter of time, but Ayanav had to be safe. The more time the better.
'Or better yet, kill them all'
It was the whispers. The ones that forced him to live on, and the ones that kept him going.
He then felt a smile creep up on his face, as two stun blasts hit him.
'Get up. Ayanav... must be safe.'
Two stuns would paralyze a person fully through to be unconscious, one would render a person unable to move, but Vanya kept firing.
'They are like the stereotype for pigs. They deserve to die.'
'They will not reach Ayanav or the Quantum Mafia!'
Then, four more shots hit him, but this time with increased power.
They dragged him down, but he was determined. Vanya's movements were getting sluggish, and he couldn't do it anymore. Then, before one more stun blast hit him, he collapsed.
As the authorities closed in.
It was enough time. He closed his eyes, and smiled.
Crimes
"132 of our officers and agents killed...."
There was a man speaking. He wasn't quite clear in appearance yet, as Vanya's head was still foggy.
His vision clouded.
"Taking about six stun blasts before finally falling..."
Vanya became aware of being blinded to a chair, and proceeded to lift his head and blink one more time before recognizing the President of the government.
"Who... no what are you Insurgent... or should I say Vanya Nightingale."
"Greetings, President Asshole."
"Now, that is no way to greet your Leader, now is it?"
"No, but you already know who I am. You are going to 'execute' me for my 'crimes.' Might as well be as big of a nuisance as possible."
"Knowing your record, you would be thinking of an escape tactic." The President said, pacing with a folder, reading off the papers inside. Eyebrows raising higher, and eyes wide.
"Nah." He shrugged.
"Hm. Interesting, well what would you do, say... we have your sister?"
"She's dead because of your people. During the last rebellion, your bomb killed her." Vanya spit.
"She... is not dead... I know you care for her. She is very much alive. We have her."
"That's logically impossible. She's dead."
"Really? Logic... recently, has been defied. I'm sure you met Agent Chrome before."
"That old hag? Sure, why not."
"She has magic." The president said.
"Pfffffff- HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! That is hilarious!"
"Please come in, Agent Chrome."
"Hello honey."
"Hello, sweetheart."
Vanya mimed barfing.
Agent Chrome waved her hand and twirled around a dark colored flame.
"I find it hard that you don't believe after our last encounter."
"I overestimated the lengths you would go just for me. I'm very disappointed."
"I will enjoy watching you in great pain." Chrome whispered.
"Quit being a rapist."
Chrome then proceeded to choke Vanya out of anger, but he just grinned.
"Helen."
Chrome released Vanya and then turned to the President.
"Right. We'll leave him to the interrogators."
They left as another man came in.
"Oooo! Yay! Another asshat." Vanya said sarcastically.
They told something to the interrogator and then probably went to a room that was unseen to those in the room Vanya was currently in, to listen for information, and watch his pain.
The door opened as a woman dressed in an apron and gloves came in.
"Greetings, Mr. Nightingale."
"Finally. Someone's got my gender right." Vanya continued with the sarcastic tone.
"We shall begin, then. Here is the deal. Tell us where the dark matter and the rebel base is, and you can leave, your sister unharmed. Or, you can suffer beyond anyone has suffered before, and your sister will die."
'Ayanav is ok. She is with Yakov.' The voices whispered.
Then, an image of Yakov, Ayanav and Marriot together, Marriot having just brought Ayanav to Yakov's is what appeared in his mind's eye.
Vanya knew this image wasn't illusion. It should be happening. Agent Marriot usually got away unnoticed, if noticed then untraced.
"Meh." Vanya shrugged. "I don't feel like telling you. Can I take a siesta?"
"No. Now did you not hear me? Tell me, or your sister will die."
"Aaaah... no."
"We know where she is, and we can terminate her at any instance."
"Where then?" Vanya asked, one eye closed smirking.
The interrogator was silent.
"Geez, you're terrible at your job."
"Looks like we will do this the hard way. I wonder... are you afraid of pain?"
The interrogator asked, pulling out a knife, and proceeding to cut across Vanya's forehead.
It bled out that dark blood, but Vanya wasn't worried about pain. He was worried about then figuring out that he possessed some dark matter within.
They wouldn't care about him. They would do anything to get it out of him, with no concern for his well being. He promised Ayanav he would be back after all.
The voices urged him, pushed him, but he refused with all his determination.
It bled. Vanya began to feel a bit light headed as the blood ran down his face, and onto his coat.
"Oh come on! That's never gonna come out." He complained.
"Really, That is what you are concerned with?" She asked, hazel eyes becoming widened, and smiling.
The interrogator continued to to make small cuts along his skin.
Vanya was straining now. The voices, they were so loud now. They kept urging.
Then, one voice:
'Interesting. You resist us well. Interesting human. Impressive human. Perfect partner. Perfect host. Not a puppet. Show them our true power...'
Vanya refused.
They kept saying it.
'Show them, show them show them showthemshowthemshowthemshowthemshowthemshowthem!'
The cuts continued to bleed as the interrogator kept causing pain to Vanya. However, Agent Chrome was bored. He should have healed by now if he had the barest grasp of the power.
The interrogator asked each time, but he stayed silent.
Though it was good that he was breaking. Hands and jaw clenched, sweat forming in small drops.
The interrogator then used electric shock.
Then his expression loosened.
"Y'know, I put a lot of sweat and blood into keeping something shut, but it's not my mouth. Now you let it out. And I think I'll have fun." He whispered.
Then his eyes opened, and the whites were black, and the pupils were glowing red, and the light flowed like a flame.
All the cuts healed, and the bonds on his wrists broke. Standing up, Vanya held out his hand, and the interrogator's head popped off, the body dropping dead.
"Get the president to safety! I will deal with this." Agent Chrome shouted.
The two agents guided the President out of the room as Agent Chrome stared into Vanya's eyes, her own taking on their demonic form.
In the depths of the Quantum Mafia's labs, the two cubes broke as the scientists there panicked.
Yet, the dark matter didn't head for them. It escaped out the vents and....
Chapter 7
The start of a Chain Reaction
The dark matter then went to it's caller, and proceeded to devour the building inside out.
The building was on evacuate, but only 24 of 326 occupants made it out, the President included.
Agent Chrome was still in.
The building was a bubble of dark matter now. It was a experimentation lab. Kind of like Area 51. The same lab the dark matter was initially stolen from. They were interested in how Vanya "Nightingale" was able to accomplish all those practically humanly impossible feats on his record. They also needed the information he might've possessed.
Although this, this was beyond what any of them had expected.
Vanya tackled Agent Chrome into a dimly lit, polished granite hall.
"Well, looks like you really are competition now." Chrome hissed. Regular voice voiced over with a deep rumble.
"Ahahahahahahaha!" Vanya's eyes returned to their normal amber as his laugh also settled from it's own demonic accent.
"It's not me who is doing this. It is the matter acting upon it's own will. It whispers doesn't it? It urges you. Your not it's master. It tries to make you it's puppet."
With those words, Vanya's eyes morphed again, and he proceeded to summon torrents of dark matter.
A battle ensued. Chrome refused to listen to the matter. She refused to be its puppet. Yet, the matter was no longer enhancing her power.
"No!" She growled. She then turned her gaze to Vanya.
Her fate was already decided. Another puppet to be cast aside.
She grabbed at Vanya attempting to do whatever damage before her fate was sealed.
Then, she stopped. A tendril of matter formed into a spike, and stabbed through her chest, catching her so onto it.
"Snake." She hissed at Vanya, smiling out of spite. Hoping for one last blow that will effect this man forever.
Vanya just shrugged.
The dark matter then acted of it's own will, sacrificing a now useless pawn for the bigger game. Agent Chrome was gone. Mortal form consumed, and then turned into more matter.
It was done. The dark matter then all retracted, gravitating towards Vanya, and then formed itself as a pair of dark arms on his back.
He opened his amber eyes. It was done.the dark matter consumed the building.
The staff at where the exit once was and now gathering journalists stood there in absolute shock.
"Greetings." Vanya said. "You know me as the Insurgent. My name is Vanya Nightingale. Your government is full of corruption for the desire of power and money. It's time for a new age."
The arms formed into wings, and he spread them. He always wondered what it was like to fly.
A bit melodramatic, yes, but Vanya was really tired of the government getting in the way of business.
Rebellion Beginning
Ayanav watched the news at Mr. Noris's house, have just settled in, as Mr. Noris was a close friend of their parent's.
It was Vanya. What was he doing?!
Ayanav knew something big was going to happen. Words may be simple, but they carried the weight of inspiration.
Nothing was safe any longer.
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Fredrick watched the news. It wasn't quite a small world after all. He was afraid. The Vanya that he admired for so long... was not who she seemed. Something happened, but how could he understand? How could an entire lab be just erased off the Earth? How did she do it?
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In the uncharted mountains, east of the main city and outer districts, and villages, a man, about in his late forties watched the news on the old tv.
"Greetings. You know me as the Insurgent. My name is Vanya Nightingale..."
The man's green, blue eyes widened as he spit out his drink of water, and went to the tv, holding it in desperation, with suprise and hope written on his face.
"...Your government is full of corruption for the desire of power and money. It's time for a new age."
He watched as the camera filmed Vanya Nightingale flying off.
Hope. It was the beginning.
He turned off the tv, and opened a closet at the back of the room.
He shoved all the clothes until he got to the back of the closet.
"Ah, my old uniform."
He put it on, and stepped outside, where many others were now also gathered.
"My fellow rebels... the angel of death, has come, not for us, but them.
"Vanya Nightingale, sire of Jera and Boris Nightingale.
"We can now rise again, and fight for what we believe in!
"We, with the angel of death with us, shall bring a new age!"
End of Part 1
Mafia
Vanya of the Mafia 1
Part 2: Ayanav's Journal
Chapter 1
Dear diary,
Everything is changing. My brother, (but I call him sister to get him back for trip king me into thinking he was a girl when we were little, and when momma and papa were still around) had sent me to his employer in what he calls "business".
This business is worrying. He packs weapons, and has a strange laptop. Sometimes I swear it is a phone.
His eyes are always dead, and without their usual sparkle when he gets back. He sometimes is absent, days at a time.
Mr. Noris is nice. He said he knew our parents.
I live under the name Ayanav Noris, a grandniece of him, now. It's a disguise because Vanya wants me to be safe because his business usually ends up with the govern after him.
He want me to call him Uncle, but I don't think that would be necessary.
Mr. Noris is involved with this business, but he's too rich and has much influence in the government, so no one dares mess with him.
I'm ok, and everything is calm, but I can't help but feel something is wrong. These Agents that are in this house. Their eyes are like Vanya's.
Dead.
Thank you for listening.
-Ayanav
Dear diary,
Something has happened. Vanya was on the news today.
He has introduced himself to the world. Something has happened to him. He can control that stuff, and now he's like an angel of death.
He said: "Greetings. You know me as the Insurgent. My name is Vanya Nightingale. Your government is full of corruption for the desire of power and money. It's time for a new age."
Something big is bound to happen. I can hear it as I walk to my new school, after breakfast. He tries to keep me safe, I appreciate that, but he can't protect me forever.
There are whispers of rebellion against the government.
I'm scared.
Thank you for listening.
-Ayanav
Dear diary,
Something has happened again. I remember history lessons at school. They talk about the rebellion sometimes.
One of the old leaders, Garland Morris appeared. He was sending a message to inspire other to the rebellion.
Vanya also came back today.
He doesn't know he started the reawakening of this rebellion. He doesn't have the wings, that is. The wings make him look more like death more than usual.
He wears a long black scarf though, and there is a splotch on his coat. The coat is also covered in dirt. Luckily, the maid, Mrs. Maryweather, assured him she could get the stain out.
I was scared to start over in school at this day and age, but I made a friend at school today. Her name is Wendy. I told her that my brother, but I call him sister to annoy him, came back from college today. That's what normal 22 year olds do, right?
She was happy for me. She asked me his name, but if I said Vanya, then that would only spark suspicion, so I told her his name was Victor.
Hope he is ok with the name.
He likes Victor, but prefers Vikita.
Maybe Vikita can be his cover nickname.
Though Wendy seems nice.
Thank you for listening.
-Ayanav
Chapter 2
Ayanav's Journal, Continued
Dear diary,
He realized he reawakened the rebellion. He wasn't happy.
It was scarier than usual, when he had a hissy fit. I used to make fun of him for it.
Not anymore. He needs less negativity. More cupcakes and rainbows.
I went to school. Vanya wore no prescription glasses, as to hide his face, and also dyed his hair the same color as mine.
He wanted to see what my school was like.
I told him he didn't have to worry about me, but he always insists.
Wendy came up to me.
"Is this your brother?"
"Yeah, meet Victor, Victor, meet Wendy."
"Hi! What's college like?"
"School. That's what college is like. Except you live nearby, and the school is bigger, which means more work and stuff. Nice to meet you Wendy." He said.
Later on Wendy said he kinda looked like a girl, but I told her people often misjudge his gender.
"He's kinda hot."
"Ew! Wendy!"
"Sorry, but it's true. It's not like I'm gonna try"
"You better not! He's older than you! By the way, how would you like it if I hit on your brother?"
"What! Don't. He's five years younger than you!"
"Just like my brother is five years older than you!"
"You need to learn to take a joke." Wendy had said, laughing.
"That was a joke?"
"Yeah."
"Oh... sorry."
"It's fine, rich girl, jokes with the people you grew up with must be those corny ones."
"They don't involve corn."
"I didn't mean- oh. That was a joke, wasn't it?"
"Yup!" I flashed a grin as we headed to our first class.
By the end of the year, we have to take a test, and then college, then a career would proceed from there.
I'm honestly nervous. It's not like I could ask Vanya. He never actually gone to college.
"I read about it in books." He would say. Not quite the same.
I'm planning to be a physiologist, or a doctor of some sort.
That way I can help people!
I maybe could also help brother too. He has depression, I can diagnose that. I think one of the few things that keep him going is me, and his business.
I haven't gotten to reading the journals in the bag, and the files on his computer, so I don't exactly understand.
He probably took his computer back.
I met more people today. They are Wendy's other friends they seem nice.
Thank you for listening
-Ayanav
Dear diary,
There's no school today because it is Saturday.
I was finishing yesterday's homework, when I heard yelling. I went to investigate. Mr. Noris is mad at Vanya. Saying that he had a bad aspect of our parent's. He was to showy, rather reckless at times, especially when he was on adrenaline.
"What vere you thinking?!"
"I vasn't."
"That's your problema! You don't think in certain situations. Now you could even more risk the uncovering of our agency! Starting a rebellion!???!!!! Do you know the power of words!?"
"The government gets in the way of business."
"Vanya. The government is there for stability."
"The government is unstable."
Mr. Noris sighed.
"You can't stay here forever you know. Missions will be impossible because of your stunt."
"They can. I will not fail. It's about time I get back."
"No. That is an order, Agent Makar."
"But-"
"Don't defy me. Please. I am the Leader, and you an agent. I'm trying to keep all of us safe. Jera and Boris would want that. You shouldn't have signed up."
"What was I to do, when the Mission New Government failed? Where else was I to turn? Besides, I did well in my job, right?"
"You are one of the best. You could have just come here, live a normal life as Ayanav is now."
"Nothing is normal. Besides, if I did, I would be slaving away as a military person fighting for the wrong cause. I'm no genius. I'm a killer, not a human."
I couldn't bear to listen anymore after that. Is that really how it was?
Violence... there's another way Vanya....
I shut myself in my room for the rest of the day, messaging me friend, Wendy and her other friends she introduced me to on Friday.
I can't confide in them, despite them being my friends. So, diary, I can only confide in you.
The Mafia is a curse.
Thank you for listening
-Ayanav
Dear diary,
Vanya was gone today.
He left a note like he always does.
___________________________
Dear Sister,
I am going to not be coming back until a goal is completed. I'm finishing mother and father's mission.
Don't tell Yakov. Please.
Thank you.
You might see me, here and there, but... please, don't get involved, and please stay safe.
And I will always be back, and I will protect you. I promise.
-Vanya
__________________________
He shouldn't make promises he cannot keep.
When I was done studying for the test, I decided that it was about time I found out what was going on.
There were four journals in the bag.
One computer, in which everything on it had been erased except a few files.
I started with the computer.
It was pictures of newspapers about the rebellion. Pictures of mom, dad, and a two year old Vanya there.
There were also our true citizen files mother and father had stolen, or so Vanya says.
I opened mother and father's.
It said that they were average citizens until they joined up and became the leaders of the rebellion against the government.
Then, I saw that there were files from the Mafia.
They told a different story.
The Makars were long time agents for the government, but realized the corruption after a few years of service.
They eventually followed whispers in the streets and came across the Mafia, a crime organization. However, the Mafia was actually a series or organizations, each one with it's own unique goal. The Quantum Mafia's goal was to make sure there was stability and make sure everything in space-time and the multiverse ran smoothly, as their leader, Mr. Noris...
It just said to read his file.
So I continued reading mother and father's first.
They joined the Mafia, and worked as double agents. Eventually they worked to bring down the government and restore true democracy.
They had two children, Vanya and Ayanav Makar.
Their mission failed. They are now dead.
They were part of the government at one point. I couldn't believe it. What else had Vanya not told me?
I pulled up Mr. Noris's file in the Mafia, as he does not have a government one in the files here.
His government file would not provide much information is stated on the file.
He wasn't from this world. He was from another.
A higher dimension.
That was what shocked me so. I didn't understand, nor do I now, but I didn't finish. That's all I needed to know.
From everything that has taken place now, and what information it tells, I have a grasp on what happened in the past.
Oh, so much information. School lied. Such things do exist.
My world is shattering, I don't know what to do. For now, however, I must carry on as normal.
Thank you for listening.
-Ayanav
Chapter 3
Ayanav's Journal, Continued
Dear diary,
I haven't entered all week. It's stressful. Luckily today, which is Friday, there wasn't as much homework, so I finished already.
Mr. Noris burned the journals in the bag, saying the information on them cannot just be laying around in the open.
I have already read them. They tell the story of the rebellion mum and papa led.
So many hopeful souls have their words written down on those pages. They were crushed.
No word from brother yet. I worry, but he always comes back. Eventually...
School was fine.
Thank you for listening.
-Ayanav
Dear diary,
I'm so sorry! I just really have a lot of homework and projects due!
It's nearing the end of the year and I have to get good scores, so that I can get into a good college!
I'm so nervous. It's been two months, and the rebellion has begun again.
Many others in the school are talking about it. Some students have disappeared, Wendy has.
Vanya had been making many appearances on the news. I don't talk about it. I often change the topic. It's dangerous. I think Wendy has disappeared because she spoke out against the government.
I'm worried. They now have drills in case of attack.
Mr. Noris is really easily angered now. It must be the stress. He has to deal with even tighter security from the government, and the suspicion of the government in general.
I know he worries too for brother.
He refers to me and Vanya as his children. I guess he feels as if we are.
-Ayanav
Dear diary,
Today Mr. Noris told me about me and Vanya's parents. They were good people. He also told me about himself.
He was here to monitor the human race. To make sure they don't mess with things beyond their comprehension.
He was from where the matter came from, which explains how he knew why my brother was scarier than usual.
Brother had some in him. No wonder he was dying. Although Mr. Noris says that Vanya is going to be alright. The dark matter seems to be willing to be part of Vanya rather than consume him. As what happened with Chrome.
Agent Chrome, the lady that Vanya doesn't like. I think I know why. He always just called her another corrupt official, but now I know it's because she interfered with his business.
He tells me, because he says I deserve to know, but he tells me not to speak a word of this to anyone, except Vanya, himself, and Vanya's friend.
He came by today. He was rather friendly, but loud.
I don't understand how Vanya is friends with him. Vanya is quite the opposite.
-Ayanav
Dear diary,
Everything is on lockdown. AlthoughvI got my letter, and it's from a good college!
I can be a doctor now and help people! Although it seems that dream will have to wait. Vanya has led the war on the government. I've never seen so much violence on the news....
Why did he cause this suffering? It's not like him.
Although, I can still see him in his actions. Despite what he says, how he is a killer, he tries to cause as little harm as possible. He's not just a killer.
His casualties are low on both sides. The war is already here. They are closing in on the capital. Please.... don't let everything fall into chaos......
-Ayanav
Dear diary,
Today... is a sad day. War never reached me, but I could still feel the horrors of it. They overthrew the president, and rewrote the constitution!
They returned democracy...
Then they killed Vanya.......
they shot him with a firing squad,
they executed him because:
"He had requested it."
Did it really get that bad? He promised to come back!
Why did he chose to die?
Dear diary...
It's been a few months, but....
He's alive. I don't understand how, but he is!
Mr. Noris says it's because of the dark matter.
I don't care he's back. Although, what he has planned next... he wants to travel the world for a while, with me. He's inherited what momma and papa had, due to their last will and all that.
He's decided to use the name Victor Noris.
Although, he said "I will always be Vanya Makar."
I'm happy!
-Ayanav
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Something I wrote in 2017
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I’m keeping it here because I don’t have space to keep it on the notes app anymore.
Past Lives
Silver opened his golden eyes. They were bright with the flame of life, however, there was a blankness to them. As if his soul wasn’t truly there.
He sat up and brushed his lavender, hair aside, allowing him better view of where he was.
He was in a field of white flowers, that stretched all the way to the horizon.
‘Beautiful.’ He thought, smiling slightly, and breathing deep.
It was peaceful here, almost like a dream.
He reached out to touch one of the flowers, only to find, that at his touch, the flower rapidly decayed. Silver jerked his hand back at the realization, watching in horror as the entire field rotted away.
Then he remembered. These white flowers...they represented death.
‘Shame... such beautiful plants representing something so dreadful.’
Silver didn’t turn around to see who had spoken. He was paralyzed with fear. He didn’t know who was behind him, but at the same time... he knew.
He didn’t want to know.
‘Go away... please.’ He whispered into the empty air.
The presence vanished, and Silver breathed a sigh of relief. That is, until he saw that the entire field was filled with white once again.
However, this time, it wasn’t the flowers that filled the field. It was bones. Piles and piles of them. On the largest pile, was a throne, in which Silver stood.
‘No... NO! This is not mine!’ He shouted.
The presence appeared behind him again, just as it always does.... every time, behind him. It didn’t say anything, it just laughed at his fear.
Silver fell to his knees, as despair filled the very core of his being.
The scene changed again. The bones... they were splattered in blood.
‘AAAAAAAAAA-
-AAAAAA-!”
Silver jolted up, screaming.
‘Everything is fine. Everything is fine.’ He told himself, mentally repeating it over and over as his breathing slowed.
“Yeah..” He said softly. “It’s ok. The nightmare is over. ‘‘ ’Twas Nothing But a dream made of twisted memories...”
Silver laughed slightly, fear leaving him, eyes alive, before they were dull and dead again.
Silver got out of the bed, which was separate from the others. It was a small residence, which had been his for at least 4 planetary cycles now.
He slipped out of the loose black shirt and traced the scars along his side, and chest. He always wondered where they had came from. After all, he didn’t remember much of who he used to be.
Silver then pulled on a skintight shirt of the same color, and then a white jacket over it.
He changed into blue pants, and grabbed his pair of boots as he exited the room.
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Silver let his hair cover 2/3 of his face, as he went down. No one needed to see how much of a freak he really was.
After all, in their eyes, he was already a freak.
“There you are!” A voice shouted.
Silver stopped walking, waiting for what was coming.
“Damnit, Silver! Get those nightmares of yours under control!” Galen shouted accusingly, punching him in the shoulder.
“Ya woke us all up at some ungodly hour!”
“Sorry.” Silver said sheepishly. “I’ll try to keep from disturbing you all, but I’m afraid I can’t make any promises.”
Galen rolled his eyes before running off.
Silver sighed in exasperation. Galen was rather cold at first, due whatever grudge Galen had over his past self. However, they eventually got onto friendly terms, as... well... Silver wasn’t It.
The other four of Galen’s group, were already in the kitchen of their quarters, with breakfast.
Squad Galaxy had taken down the threat that had been terrorizing the universe last. The Anti-Angel, they called them, however, that was only the first phase of the mission to free he Universe from the rule of Magnus Chaos.
Apparently, the Anti-Angel was a subordinate of the Demon. The Demon’s ultimate goal being to overthrow the COUNCIL of Gods, and usher a forevermore of chaos.
Governing the very functions of the universe. To twist logic upside down.
Since the defeat of the Anti-Angel, the four had taken up residence in the planetary system only a few light years away from the Center, where the COUNCIL of Gods were. The second planet from the star, training themselves, and soldiers for the upcoming battle, while taking out as many branches of The Demon’s influence as possible.
Silver didn’t know why he still hung around here. Maybe it was a sense of obligation... however, he knew his purpose. He has to get back to her.
There was another presence that sometimes visited his dreams. It was a gentle, familiar presence. He only knew he had to get back to her.
Silver made it to the room, where Zeroth and Mavis has prepared the meal.
“Hiya, Silver!” Mavis greeted cheerily, smiling her 100 watt smile.
“Hello.” Silver replied.
Past Lives
Silver opened his golden eyes. They were bright with the flame of life, however, there was a blankness to them. As if his soul wasn’t truly there.
He sat up and brushed his lavender, hair aside, allowing him better view of where he was.
He was in a field of white flowers, that stretched all the way to the horizon.
‘Beautiful.’ He thought, smiling slightly, and breathing deep.
It was peaceful here, almost like a dream.
He reached out to touch one of the flowers, only to find, that at his touch, the flower rapidly decayed. Silver jerked his hand back at the realization, watching in horror as the entire field rotted away.
Then he remembered. These white flowers...they represented death.
‘Shame... such beautiful plants representing something so dreadful.’
Silver didn’t turn around to see who had spoken. He was paralyzed with fear. He didn’t know who was behind him, but at the same time... he knew.
He didn’t want to know.
‘Go away... please.’ He whispered into the empty air.
The presence vanished, and Silver breathed a sigh of relief. That is, until he saw that the entire field was filled with white once again.
However, this time, it wasn’t the flowers that filled the field. It was bones. Piles and piles of them. On the largest pile, was a throne, in which Silver stood.
‘No... NO! This is not mine!’ He shouted.
The presence appeared behind him again, just as it always does.... every time, behind him. It didn’t say anything, it just laughed at his fear.
Silver fell to his knees, as despair filled the very core of his being.
The scene changed again. The bones... they were splattered in blood.
‘AAAAAAAAAA-
-AAAAAA-!”
Silver jolted up, screaming.
‘Everything is fine. Everything is fine.’ He told himself, mentally repeating it over and over as his breathing slowed.
“Yeah..” He said softly. “It’s ok. The nightmare is over. ‘‘ ’Twas Nothing But a dream made of twisted memories...”
Silver laughed slightly, fear leaving him, eyes alive, before they were dull and dead again.
Silver got out of the bed, which was separate from the others. It was a small residence, which had been his for at least 4 planetary cycles now.
He slipped out of the loose black shirt and traced the scars along his side, and chest. He always wondered where they had came from. After all, he didn’t remember much of who he used to be.
Silver then pulled on a skintight shirt of the same color, and then a white jacket over it.
He changed into blue pants, and grabbed his pair of boots as he exited the room.
—————
Silver let his hair cover 2/3 of his face, as he went down. No one needed to see how much of a freak he really was.
After all, in their eyes, he was already a freak.
“There you are!” A voice shouted.
Silver stopped walking, waiting for what was coming.
“Damnit, Silver! Get those nightmares of yours under control!” Galen shouted accusingly, punching him in the shoulder.
“Ya woke us all up at some ungodly hour!”
“Sorry.” Silver said sheepishly. “I’ll try to keep from disturbing you all, but I’m afraid I can’t make any promises.”
Galen rolled his eyes before running off.
Silver sighed in exasperation. Galen was rather cold at first, due whatever grudge Galen had over his past self. However, they eventually got onto friendly terms, as... well... Silver wasn’t It.
The other four of Galen’s group, were already in the kitchen of their quarters, with breakfast.
Squad Galaxy had taken down the threat that had been terrorizing the universe last. The Anti-Angel, they called them, however, that was only the first phase of the mission to free he Universe from the rule of Magnus Chaos.
Apparently, the Anti-Angel was a subordinate of the Demon. The Demon’s ultimate goal being to overthrow the COUNCIL of Gods, and usher a forevermore of chaos.
Governing the very functions of the universe. To twist logic upside down.
Since the defeat of the Anti-Angel, the four had taken up residence in the planetary system only a few light years away from the Center, where the COUNCIL of Gods were. The second planet from the star, training themselves, and soldiers for the upcoming battle, while taking out as many branches of The Demon’s influence as possible.
Silver didn’t know why he still hung around here. Maybe it was a sense of obligation... however, he knew his purpose. He has to get back to her.
There was another presence that sometimes visited his dreams. It was a gentle, familiar presence. He only knew he had to get back to her.
Silver made it to the room, where Zeroth and Mavis has prepared the meal.
“Hiya, Silver!” Mavis greeted cheerily, smiling her 100 watt smile.
“Hello.” Silver replied.
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Untitled Story-Chapter 1
12 min read
The Hero
Collaboration with Mandi
The Dream, and the Three
FORTIS
It began that night when I saw it. A glowing spark of some flickering on the ground. I stood up to see it beIt was a stone.
The most beautiful one I had ever seen. It gleamed in the moonlight fiercely with jade in the middle. Beautiful. Suddenly feathers gathered around it and created what seemed like wings.
Come
Came a echoey voice. The wings flapped away with the stone obediently.
Suddenly I woke up.
“COME!” commanded my father. A grumpy, miserable old man. Who probably has nothing better to do than yell at his child.
Sadly it sounded nothing like the voice in my dream. I forced myself awake, and got out of bed.
“You pathetic good-for-nothing lump! You slept in again!” He continued to rant.
“I’ll make it up to you…” I began to mutter.
“Oh! Really?” He said, with anger laced sarcasm. “YOU ALREADY MISSED THE BUS TO YOUR HIGH SCHOOL!”
Then, out the window, the bus passed by the front of the house.
I swore under my breath. A few foul words, that he won’t be able to get me for. Quickly getting ready for the day, and grabbing a breakfast bar as I ran out the door, following the bus. Running as fast as I could. Which was actually pretty fast since I was used to this kind of thing by now.
I took the shortcut in the neighbor's backyards to the next bus stop, where I could be picked up there. The only problem was the creepy property I had to pass through while going to the stop. A house that has been abandoned, or at least uncared for before reaching that stop.
I continued to run all the way, to get picked up along with an acquaintance. A fellow classmate, who was not picked on at all. Probably because that despite their weak appearance, they can use a variety of stuff against the gorillas of school. She literally brings KNIVES to school! KNIVES!
Better hope not to get on the wrong end of them….
I slouched down in my seat, heaving a breath of relief. Going to school was good. Because then I didn’t have to deal with my step dad. How come he always wakes up earlier than me but only wakes me up after he’s done with his coffee and the buss has passed?
It’s like he is purposefully cruel. There’s simply no explanation to why he is like this!
I know what people say, “careful what you wish for.”
Though the thing is, there is nothing worse than this kind of treatment in a society like this. I just want a different life than this. Is that too much to ask? Some respect, at least.
~~~~~~~
The day goes as just another day. I got locked in a locker by another stuck up idiot...AGAIN! Good thing I figured out how to pick the lock from the inside. Maybe it’s because I’m a little weird? So what?! Everyone is odd in their own way! Is it because I seem happier than all the others at school?!
Just perfect.
Now I’m going to hear an earful when I get home. Picking locks takes time. Too bad mom would've never believed dad can be so cruel. Speak of the devil himself….
I walk home under the sky as dark as my mood. Just my luck it happened to start raining. I was still at least two blocks away from “home”!
Come
I quickly turned my head, looking back and forth in confusion. It was the voice from my dream.
Fortis…. Come, find the Stone, fulfill your destiny!
Fortis… come… find the stone, and complete what your forefathers started.
It was a darker voice.
I turned behind me to see two figures, both cloaked as to hide their forms and faces. Ghosts. I was going crazy, wasn’t I?
The figure on the left was in a white cloak that was rimmed with gold had glowing cyan blue eyes, seeming to chase the shadows away.
The figure on the right, though was in a black cloak, also rimmed with gold. But the eyes, they were a glowing red surrounding a black. A void that seemed to engulf my entire soul.
Yet in between the two figures was someone in a grey cloak. There was a normal looking eye, except that it was glowing like a fading flame. The flame had a sense of hope, yet so much sadness was within them.
Join me.
Join me!
I was confused. I looked side to side, not sure if they were real, or if I was truly insane. Not knowing what in the world was going on!
Please….
The voice of the figure in the middle said. Anyone could tell that the voice held much pain.
Help them…..
Then, suddenly, a car skidded to the sidewalk, as the three figures disappeared.
Everything went black underneath me, as the world began to fade, and then began to surround me as I fell.
I fell unconscious.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I woke up in a forest. The very forest itself was beautiful. As if directly plucked out of a fantasy world. I felt the soft green grass against my back as I sat up.
Recalling the events before I blacked out, to my surprise, I felt no pain.
HELP US!
A sharp presence then seared through my head.
I saw flashes of images. They were blurry, but I could make out the brief figure of my father. Except… he wasn’t that miserable man…. He was young, and full on clad in a light yet protective armour. Eyes covered by a red visor. Radiating a dark power… He was next to the figure in the dark cloak I had seen!
“Father?”
He smiled and vanished.
Suddenly I saw the figure with the sad voice. She/he began to take her/his hood off, as I saw white wings begin to spread behind them and the glint of that stone out from underneath the cloak. Long flowing locks of a color beyond the visible spectrum tumbled out of it’s confines. Before I saw her/his face, the visions were too much, and I went unconscious again. But I didn’t need to see their face, but I had saw enough.
When I woke up, I groaned in frustration. I had black out from another dream, and here I am! Back at the...
Then… I realised I wasn’t at my home.
I was in a surprisingly comfy bed cot made out of weavings and wood.
The cot was in a room with many other cots, mostly empty, with high ceilings, and walls that had intricate floral designs.
Heaving a sigh of relief, I got up, only to find myself face to face with a young woman, who seemed to be in her late teens,with cobalt blue hair, and matching eyes, that seemed like the ocean. A small four pointed turquoise star under her right eye. She also wore a white scarf, and an also blue attire. Her hair was in two braids. Then, I realised, she was no human. The ears were pointed. I at first thought it was fake, but I knew it was real… deep down.
I tried to deny it. I was seeing fairies! FAIRIES! A little child’s fantasy! I probably AM insane!
“Fortis, calm your thoughts.” She said. That voice… it was beautiful. It seemed like it could tame even the most horrid things.
“Wha-? How do you know my name?!” I shouted in surprise.
“Everyone does. Fortis... the hero.” She said smiling gently.
“My name is Thalia, and the people of this land have been waiting for you.”
“What?” I was lost in this conversation.
I got out of the cot, and to my surprise, instead of my usual clothes, I was in an outfit similar to those of the middle ages, and a green overcoat.
“W-what’s going on??!!?!?!?!?! Where am I?! ”
I shouted.
“Calm down, Fortis.”
I stared at her,
“HOW DO YOU KNOW MY NAME?!?! Stalker!”
“I’ll wait.” Thalia sighed, sitting patiently.
I took a few deep breaths. I decided that the only way to get any information was to comply. Or at least pretend to comply.
“What do all those people mean?-The ones on the street?” I asked.
“The good the bad and the in between” she answered. “You’re calm now?”
“You’re the in between?”
She sighed. Again.
“Well, let me tell you this way, I want to bring peace in between”
I just continued to look at her,
“Why do you want me?” I said. More to myself then to her.
“The monster is back. He’s after the Stone,” she began.
“What ‘stone?” I asked cutting her off.
“The Stone that brought you here, it brings balance between everything. If he gets it first...the world falls to ENTROPY and you will not be able to go home. If we get it before him, there is still hope. You forefathers long ago, joined the evil but you stopped them!”
“I WHAT?! I’m no magician, I wouldn’t be able to do that!”
“But you did, they were after the stone and you as a tiny child entered a time loop, they somehow couldn’t get past you, so the emperor called you here to help.And finally you are here!”
I suddenly understood everything. All logic went against it, and my mind couldn’t comprehend. Although, somehow, I knew.
Forefathers
Hero
...The dreams!
I always wanted this kind of thing to happen. An adventure! A hero! Just like the ones in the books! Yet… something tells me this is definitely more than I bargained for.
“My dreams! Were they…?”
“Yes… not dreams, but memories.” Thalia stated. “Memories passed down from generations.”
I was speechless. I tried to comprehend this. I wanted this so badly, and now, it was kinda overwhelming.
My thoughts were interrupted when a dark presence entered the room.
“Done making out yet?” A monotone voice said, with a hint of amusement.
I turned around to the door to see another elfish being, who looked as if in their preteen years. A child!
They had white hair, yet the tips of the strands were grey, then at the very ends black. Cold silver eyes, and body clad in a thin, yet protective armour.
“Quite asking that Ren! People would appreciate your humor if you didn’t ask things like that.” Thalia scolded.
“Hey, am I supposed to know otherwise?” Ren, apparently asked while leaning on the door, making the I-dunno gesture.
“Whatever you are doing then, hurry up, ‘cause everyone wants to see the ‘Hero’” Ren said, emphasising the word Hero with air quotation marks.
I immediately judged them to have a relationship similar to siblings. Though I couldn’t say that there wasn’t something off about Ren.
“For once, you have a point.” Thalia muttered. “Come along, Fortis.”
Thalia gestured me to follow, as the three of us walked from the room, out the large, overly decorated doors and hallways, we made our way to a balcony, with a very large crowd of beings waiting.
“Testing, one, two , three. Testing, one , two , three.” Ren said into a microphone like object, or at least served the same purpose. “Yup, it works.”
Ren turned back toward us, and nudged Thalia.
“Go on, give your famous speeches. ‘Cause they inspire hope, don’t they?”
Ren said, smirking.
Thalia wasn’t amused, but continued onto the balcony.
“Greetings, people of Magicae Terra.”
Her voice silenced the cries and shouting, (and all the other people in distress and worry) as all eyes turned to face her.
“I understand your panic, as the Fallen Hero, now the Bringer of Suffering, has taken over much of our beloved home, and neighboring kingdoms.
“Darkness has crushed what joy we had, and the chances of being brought out of this age seem bleak. War ravages the Outer Manor, and we don’t know who to trust.”
Thalia stopped, closing her eyes, and took a deep breath, eyes reopened with a new determination within them.
“People of Magicae Terra, rest assured, for a new hope has arrived at last. The Hero.”
There were murmurs in the large crowd of people mostly dressed in earthy colors.
Thalia beckoned me to come forward, and so I did. There were even more murmurs among the crowd. Not all of them were friendly. Some even had shouts of hate directed towards me.
“He has been chosen, not just by the king but by the universe. He will protect us throughout the war, and he will get the stone!”
I had always wanted this to happen how come I was so scared?
Y’know what? Now, the word “Hero” scared me. I was risking my life for these people. I don’t want to do that, but they are depending on me! Someone else had to get this stone. If I failed I wasn’t going home. Sure, “home” might not be such a friendly place to me but it was less scary and so much more...homey?
“What would you like to say Fortis?” Ren asked.
I wasn’t exactly in the moment. These events were all moving forward so fast…
“Fortis?” Ren smirked. I could see Thalia turn around and give Ren a dirty look
“Um, thank you for listening. We shall all hope he can ...succeed in this ‘noble’ quest”
Then she hurried of. I was in the corner of the room next to a potted plant of some sort Thalia almost hurried past me but slowed down and said all the sudden
“Fortis!”
I couldn’t hold it in, “I can’t do this”
“You can, I know you can”
“You heard me, I’m no magician”
“You aren’t but that doesn’t mean you can’t do this” She smiled.
“Okay…? How do you know?”
Thalia simply smiled.
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SOUL-Part 1
18 min read
SOUL
Part 1
There is no one account on what Nonexistence truly is. For all anyone existence can theorize, it is what you’d call a vacuum. Not that primitive invention. But rather a place with no matter within it. No nothing. NO energy. Not even what you call quarks. Like I said. Literally NOTHING in it.
Another thing that is much unknown is the being of Nonexistence...
Most of those accounts have been confused with the Anomaly. This being in truth is just a rumor…
Although, according to the legends, this being was powerful beyond anything. Beyond imagination. No matter what you name, this being could destroy it or change it.
Another thing is, this being had a choice of being destroyer or creator. Just like any other.
As far as I know your third dimensional mind is incapable of perception of the true understanding of the meaning of this.
How the being came to be the only thing inhabiting Nonexistence is a mystery. But aren’t all mysteries black and white rather than grey?
This being’s ability is rather simple. Even something with a half decent mind could understand that.
The ability to change something into nothing, nothing into something.
Create or break.
Break until nothing could exist again.
Although nothing really existed anyway.
The being was unaware of anything for a long time. Just like how a mortal would feel before being born. Before any interaction with anything.
The being was like that for a long time.
Or was it a short time?
Then again how could one tell when Time didn’t yet exist?
Confusing for some of you isn’t it?
How can something exist without existing? That is the very point itself. This being was an anomaly. Not supposed to exist.
Yet it still existed.
How did the being exist when there was no existence to exist in?
Like I told you. This being was not supposed to exist. Why this anomaly even happened is still under observations of those in the 8th spectrum.
You may assume a twist of fate.
But Fate didn’t exist.
There wasn’t a such thing as a twist in fate if Fate didn’t exist.
Once the being developed a consciousness, or became aware, the first feeling it had was curiosity for the place it spontaneously appeared in. As it went on it started to develope a SOUL.
The first SOUL. The first soul.
That’s the being’s name. Or at least what it wants us to call it.
SOUL.
SOUL tested their powers, creating anomaly after anomaly. Then, when the feat came to create another soul, the soul fizzled out and became one with SOUL’s power once again.
SOUL then created simpler being after simpler being. Even one that would come to inhabit the first spectrum.
All of them perished. Because Nonexistence wouldn’t allow it.
They were supposed to exist. Therefore they couldn’t exist in Nonexistence.
SOUL understood that. SOUL then started to form a world in their subconsciousness. A twisted world of wonderful and terrible things. Story after story.
Thus Existence was formed. A world within a world.
To simplify it to your terms, what you see as your planet inside the expanse of what you call ‘Outer Space’. And this Outer Space may as well represent Nonexistence compared to Existence.
It may hit you, if you were completely unaware, exactly how small you are. If you were aware, then you would have just realised, you are so small, that you have no purpose in this Existence, other than to take up excess space.
Honestly, when I learned this story, I was surprised insanity had not taken it’s toll on SOUL. Or it already had…
Otherwise, how could one imagine a world this twisted?!
HA! AH HA HA HA HA HA HA HA!
HA HA HA! Heh…
Anyway…
When SOUL finally shaped together all of Existence… It wasn’t pretty.
It was completely messed up.
It was just a darkness. Until the story began to unfold.
SOUL watched and watched.
Watching as each being lived out their own lives. The battles between creators and destroyers. How oblivious they were. How happy they could be. Each and every event.
That was the time before the Anomaly came. Most say these times are myth and legend. Although, the only evidence any of this ever existed without anomalies is the Council. They were the first beings to exist here.
We’ll cover more on them later.
As SOUL watched, something was off within them. They wanted to be happy for them. Yet… they were bitter at the same time. So bitter they wanted to destroy this anomaly. So happy they wanted to help them all achieve a happy ending.
Then, the split happened. It caused a tremor wave in all of Existence, and Nonexistence.
There were three pieces of the SOUL.
The first two became conscious at the same time. The Creator SOUL and Destroyer SOUL. They disagreed. They fought.
The third piece was smaller than that of the others. Less powerful. They were still a cooling fragment. Still shaping their mind and soul.
The shockwave of the tremor blasted this third piece into Existence. Burning a hole into the Void that separated Existence from Nonexistence. Then burning through the barrier that separated the Void from the rest of existence.
Crashing into the first dimension, then bouncing back to the third. For some reason, so many of us like to mess with, or just hang around the third dimension. I sometimes wonder if this was the reason why. This being caused quite some destruction, crashing through clusters, galaxies, a few planetary nebula, solar systems, planets, and even zeroing out some black holes. As this half formed being’s aura of power cooled and merged into the being, they landed in a galaxy-colonization.
Now about the size of a human, they gained full consciousness. Absorbing information from the environment, the thoughts of the third dimensional beings wondering :
What the heck just happened?!
Now, the being had intact memories of what it was like, being the full on SOUL. At first thinking it had just created another patch of lifeless matter.
Which happened to be an ocean of not water, but molten rock. In your terms… I think you’d refer it to as lava. Or is it Magma?
I have better information to store!
The being dissipated the lava and magma, only to find itself in a crater.
At the bottom of the crater, more lava was bubbling out.
SOUL never really extended patches of lifeless matter. That is when this being, who did not yet have a name, realised that they were in existence. A small piece of the SOUL that was yet unawakened until now. The part that still hadn’t made the choice to be creator or destroyer.
The part that was the difference that made SOUL unable to enter Existence. Being an anomaly.
Hence the name… Anomaly.
Although this wasn’t the best time to enter Existence. Remember the Council I mentioned earlier?
If no, which is a possibility, then pay attention to my dialogue here! Each name mentioned will play a role in the next part of this story!
So.... the Council…
Heh… sometimes they are so annoying I want to destroy them ALL OVER AGAIN AGAIN!!
Heh… … …………
AH HA HA HA HA HA HA!
Heh heh heh… heh.
I might regret that later.
Y’know what… Actually I won’t.
Okay. The Council are the most… annoying %$&#@ idiotic … interesting, yet so foolish group of being I’ve ever met. (And that comment is going to give me another thing to deal with... ) They have been around the longest out of any of the beings in Existence. Yet… they are absolutely controlled by their own selfish wills, and their reputation on what people will think.
Hilarious isn’t it? They aren’t actually for the good of all of the beings in a less advanced spectrum. They just do it for their own fun.
As bad as me! HA!
For some reason, they have access to control of some of the very workings of reality itself. Only a section through.
So the current members at the time… How ‘bout let’s start with the worst, and then see what I remember.
All aboard the Hell train! HA HA HA HA HA HA HA!
Let start with this.
Void- I told you to pay attention! They were mentioned earlier! Void was the first to notice the Anomaly. Being the barrier between Existence and Nonexistence. Living in fear because they know of the presence behind their embodiment. Could destroy them all. Yet didn’t. That is what confused Void most. He couldn’t leave his embodiment. Therefore appears in patches of darkness with one blank eye. No one in Existence can enter the void unless they are only half existing, came from the void or Nonexistence, or are void’s creation. In which at this point, they have none.
For those of you who don’t know what Void exactly is, for one, there are multiple interpretations. The barrier between Existence and Nonexistence, an eternal darkness. In truth, there are multiple spots of void within each universe.
So imagine all gravity reversed on the planet in which you inhabit. You’d fall up.
Past the atmosphere, which would no longer be there, farther and farther from home.
You’d reach the outskirts of your solar system, and then be heading towards interstellar space.
You see all the stars, planets, and distant galaxies.
Then you would pass that point, assuming you somehow survived, and would journey to where planets, star nebulas, and entire solar systems were still forming. The clouds of dust and scattered matter.
Then, you’d pass that, and now, at the edge of your universe, gazing upon the darkness.
That darkness, that end, is Void.
Okay so now onto random council peeps who existed at this time.
Time-Ironically, the manipulator of time itself. Go figure. They work with Fate. Looks like a black blob with a disconnected head. The head has one vertical eye. The head is head… about where a human’s eyes are supposed to be, it splits off into a sort of semicircle. The edge marked off with sections of a chart. A wheel marked off as well with symbols of the various upcoming times were not yet known. Never met in person.
Chaos- Major player in the story of Existence itself. Chaos. Where all true evil comes from. To your eyes, they look like a slightly glitching, humanoid black flame. Except more random. Also a various-shades-of-black eye, and a smile. Brings well, chaos wherever they go. Wherever their minions go. (Not those yellow, pill shaped, banana eating idiots.) You might have heard of some of them. Satan (failed), The Demon (not real name. Not actually a minion either.), the devil, Bill Cipher (Not really that much. Would make good partners in crime though...), Hate, Erezaeth (not really), Death… Any ‘evil’ you know is probably in league. One way or another. Chaoses basic goal is ENTROPY…
In which Order stands in their way.
Order- To you they look like a cross between what you call a “Poke-E-mon” (?) called Selebi(?) , an angel, and a robot. Or at least… that is the best I can do without a picture… HOW DO I ADD PICTURES ON THIS THING?! THIS SO CALLED “COMPUTER” IS ABSOLUTE SECOND DIMENSIONAL TRASH! Off topic. Order is well… the opposite of Chaos. Sort of like what you’d refer to as THE angel. By the way, angels are a species that reside in the third-fifth dimension.
Fate- Controls all fate. All the twists in events. Best described as a ghost in a cloak. Works with Time to correctly time each and every twist. Obsesses over it like a weeaboo in the Third dimension, dimension !3, Milky way, Earth, C.E. period on time. And that opinion is why Fate doesn’t like me very much.
But it’s the cold truth.
Either way, Chaos and Order had always had conflict. Time and Fate usually got along. And Void was… Void.
Although now, the council has been divided. Just like many forms of government with a council at its head. When it get’s divided. Well… I think we all know what happens next.
A war. All of reality suffered. Time and Order were on one side. The other was Chaos and Fate… surprisingly. They usually hate each other because Chaos messes with Fate’s strings. A lot.
Void… Void just watches in amusement. Just being Void.
When Void felt the tremor, he fixated himself quickly. Stuff sometimes fell into existence. Although this item had more power than any other thing that fell through before.
Void didn’t really care until it seriously messed up some of reality’s workings. Burning holes through interdimensional barriers…
When Anomaly started testing their abilities in Existence, that is when the Council halted their battle, and all disappeared to the dimension in which the influx of power was coming from.
Anomaly created and destroyed. Dark matter and Nova-diamond are among the items Anomaly created. From the excess power, there was a veil of sparkling mist, obscuring Anomaly from the increasing amount of onlookers.
Then, the creating stopped when the council, surrounding Anomaly from all sides.
The mist cleared as Anomaly was revealed. The brightest points in their first two eye flickered warily as the third on what might be their forehead remained closed.
Anomaly communicated a greeting.
Oh! Hello? Who are you?
Void was transfixed on the symbol of Anomaly’s side.
Destruction.
That is what the symbol meant to some. To others it meant creation. Just like the Anomaly itself. In between creation and destruction. Just as Void said that word, a shadowed hand came from the patch of darkness, reaching to grab Anomaly.
But Anomaly seemed to have disappeared, and reappeared at least four meters away, and ten meters away from the ground. Looking straight into the eye of the being that had just tried to bring them down, absorbing every piece of information about them as Void saw what could be a threat, or powerful ally to the council.
Void knew that Anomaly would not strive to join this group due to their actions. So threat it is.
Anomaly then disappeared. Two seconds later, so did the Council.
No one, unless they were there, was going to believe what happened. But… all this is just a legend. A legend no one believes, but it is a nice story to tell.
Anomaly would be considered an enemy to the Council. If they do exist. They weren’t seen much, so not much is known. Legends say they spent what time before they seemed to disappear completely teaching a form of magic to do with drawing complicated symbols that tap into whatever it is on an elemental level, writing the prophecies that would tell the courses of the dimensions on an interdimensional spectrum.
Or at least some of the most likely possibilities.
Helping who they could save, and wanted to be saved from an otherwise horrible fate. If they deserved it of course.
Zapping those who deserve it off to Nonexistence so they couldn’t cause misery to innocents.
An overall good soul. They meant well. Yet they were constantly pursued. Void had stated the Anomaly would eventually bring an infinite Armageddon to existence.
That might’ve been true. But even I can’t see all the possibilities. Now though… that happening is impossible.
I won’t tell you why… yet.
When the sightings of Anomaly had stopped for at least a trillion years, people assumed Anomaly was gone. Maybe they were. Or maybe Anomaly never existed and the faker was done.
Although in the legend, … the Council could still sense Anomaly’s presence in Existence. Yet could not pinpoint where the Anomaly way due to all the anomalies at large in the interdimensional level.
The next few million were calm for the council. It was still the first age in the Timefield, The age of Beginnings. Although, as that age neared it’s end, the Destroyer SOUL
Managed to touch the edges of Existence. Luckily not getting a grip on the anomaly before the creator SOUL pulled them away.
The Age of Azereth was beginning.
One piece of time in which all of Existence had to exist had passed. Chaos was beginning to be impatient. One age has passed and it was no closer to ENTROPY. The forces of Order were winning, the forces of CREATION were winning this struggle.
Until, the Angel fell.
The event that marked the beginning of the Age of Azereth.
The Age of Beginnings was a peaceful time. A time of prosperity. Now a long missed fairy tale to most. When the Angel fell, there was no such thing known as an Fallen Angel. Angel's then were of Hope and Creation.
Fighting against the forces of Destruction along side the race known as Demons.
I know what you are thinking. Simply put, the two are actually just different races of the fifth dimension. Similar, yet different.
When the first Angels fell, the blame was on the Demons. The Angel’s leader, told the story in their point of view. Other words, why you think Demons are evil.
That Angel’s name: Hadrian. He was touched by the Destructive power. Fallen. Corrupted. The urge to rule and squash down others. To fell upon ENTROPY.
As soon as he was displaced from the Realm that the ‘Angels’ resided in, he began gathering those whom hated the Angels. Those who wished , as well, to fell ENTROPY upon the worlds, and rule.
With Chaos’s support at their backs, there was hardly anyone who could put up a fairly decent fight.
Funny isn’t it?
Then again, isn’t there always someone who can?
Part 1
There is no one account on what Nonexistence truly is. For all anyone existence can theorize, it is what you’d call a vacuum. Not that primitive invention. But rather a place with no matter within it. No nothing. NO energy. Not even what you call quarks. Like I said. Literally NOTHING in it.
Another thing that is much unknown is the being of Nonexistence...
Most of those accounts have been confused with the Anomaly. This being in truth is just a rumor…
Although, according to the legends, this being was powerful beyond anything. Beyond imagination. No matter what you name, this being could destroy it or change it.
Another thing is, this being had a choice of being destroyer or creator. Just like any other.
As far as I know your third dimensional mind is incapable of perception of the true understanding of the meaning of this.
How the being came to be the only thing inhabiting Nonexistence is a mystery. But aren’t all mysteries black and white rather than grey?
This being’s ability is rather simple. Even something with a half decent mind could understand that.
The ability to change something into nothing, nothing into something.
Create or break.
Break until nothing could exist again.
Although nothing really existed anyway.
The being was unaware of anything for a long time. Just like how a mortal would feel before being born. Before any interaction with anything.
The being was like that for a long time.
Or was it a short time?
Then again how could one tell when Time didn’t yet exist?
Confusing for some of you isn’t it?
How can something exist without existing? That is the very point itself. This being was an anomaly. Not supposed to exist.
Yet it still existed.
How did the being exist when there was no existence to exist in?
Like I told you. This being was not supposed to exist. Why this anomaly even happened is still under observations of those in the 8th spectrum.
You may assume a twist of fate.
But Fate didn’t exist.
There wasn’t a such thing as a twist in fate if Fate didn’t exist.
Once the being developed a consciousness, or became aware, the first feeling it had was curiosity for the place it spontaneously appeared in. As it went on it started to develope a SOUL.
The first SOUL. The first soul.
That’s the being’s name. Or at least what it wants us to call it.
SOUL.
SOUL tested their powers, creating anomaly after anomaly. Then, when the feat came to create another soul, the soul fizzled out and became one with SOUL’s power once again.
SOUL then created simpler being after simpler being. Even one that would come to inhabit the first spectrum.
All of them perished. Because Nonexistence wouldn’t allow it.
They were supposed to exist. Therefore they couldn’t exist in Nonexistence.
SOUL understood that. SOUL then started to form a world in their subconsciousness. A twisted world of wonderful and terrible things. Story after story.
Thus Existence was formed. A world within a world.
To simplify it to your terms, what you see as your planet inside the expanse of what you call ‘Outer Space’. And this Outer Space may as well represent Nonexistence compared to Existence.
It may hit you, if you were completely unaware, exactly how small you are. If you were aware, then you would have just realised, you are so small, that you have no purpose in this Existence, other than to take up excess space.
Honestly, when I learned this story, I was surprised insanity had not taken it’s toll on SOUL. Or it already had…
Otherwise, how could one imagine a world this twisted?!
HA! AH HA HA HA HA HA HA HA!
HA HA HA! Heh…
Anyway…
When SOUL finally shaped together all of Existence… It wasn’t pretty.
It was completely messed up.
It was just a darkness. Until the story began to unfold.
SOUL watched and watched.
Watching as each being lived out their own lives. The battles between creators and destroyers. How oblivious they were. How happy they could be. Each and every event.
That was the time before the Anomaly came. Most say these times are myth and legend. Although, the only evidence any of this ever existed without anomalies is the Council. They were the first beings to exist here.
We’ll cover more on them later.
As SOUL watched, something was off within them. They wanted to be happy for them. Yet… they were bitter at the same time. So bitter they wanted to destroy this anomaly. So happy they wanted to help them all achieve a happy ending.
Then, the split happened. It caused a tremor wave in all of Existence, and Nonexistence.
There were three pieces of the SOUL.
The first two became conscious at the same time. The Creator SOUL and Destroyer SOUL. They disagreed. They fought.
The third piece was smaller than that of the others. Less powerful. They were still a cooling fragment. Still shaping their mind and soul.
The shockwave of the tremor blasted this third piece into Existence. Burning a hole into the Void that separated Existence from Nonexistence. Then burning through the barrier that separated the Void from the rest of existence.
Crashing into the first dimension, then bouncing back to the third. For some reason, so many of us like to mess with, or just hang around the third dimension. I sometimes wonder if this was the reason why. This being caused quite some destruction, crashing through clusters, galaxies, a few planetary nebula, solar systems, planets, and even zeroing out some black holes. As this half formed being’s aura of power cooled and merged into the being, they landed in a galaxy-colonization.
Now about the size of a human, they gained full consciousness. Absorbing information from the environment, the thoughts of the third dimensional beings wondering :
What the heck just happened?!
Now, the being had intact memories of what it was like, being the full on SOUL. At first thinking it had just created another patch of lifeless matter.
Which happened to be an ocean of not water, but molten rock. In your terms… I think you’d refer it to as lava. Or is it Magma?
I have better information to store!
The being dissipated the lava and magma, only to find itself in a crater.
At the bottom of the crater, more lava was bubbling out.
SOUL never really extended patches of lifeless matter. That is when this being, who did not yet have a name, realised that they were in existence. A small piece of the SOUL that was yet unawakened until now. The part that still hadn’t made the choice to be creator or destroyer.
The part that was the difference that made SOUL unable to enter Existence. Being an anomaly.
Hence the name… Anomaly.
Although this wasn’t the best time to enter Existence. Remember the Council I mentioned earlier?
If no, which is a possibility, then pay attention to my dialogue here! Each name mentioned will play a role in the next part of this story!
So.... the Council…
Heh… sometimes they are so annoying I want to destroy them ALL OVER AGAIN AGAIN!!
Heh… … …………
AH HA HA HA HA HA HA!
Heh heh heh… heh.
I might regret that later.
Y’know what… Actually I won’t.
Okay. The Council are the most… annoying %$&#@ idiotic … interesting, yet so foolish group of being I’ve ever met. (And that comment is going to give me another thing to deal with... ) They have been around the longest out of any of the beings in Existence. Yet… they are absolutely controlled by their own selfish wills, and their reputation on what people will think.
Hilarious isn’t it? They aren’t actually for the good of all of the beings in a less advanced spectrum. They just do it for their own fun.
As bad as me! HA!
For some reason, they have access to control of some of the very workings of reality itself. Only a section through.
So the current members at the time… How ‘bout let’s start with the worst, and then see what I remember.
All aboard the Hell train! HA HA HA HA HA HA HA!
Let start with this.
Void- I told you to pay attention! They were mentioned earlier! Void was the first to notice the Anomaly. Being the barrier between Existence and Nonexistence. Living in fear because they know of the presence behind their embodiment. Could destroy them all. Yet didn’t. That is what confused Void most. He couldn’t leave his embodiment. Therefore appears in patches of darkness with one blank eye. No one in Existence can enter the void unless they are only half existing, came from the void or Nonexistence, or are void’s creation. In which at this point, they have none.
For those of you who don’t know what Void exactly is, for one, there are multiple interpretations. The barrier between Existence and Nonexistence, an eternal darkness. In truth, there are multiple spots of void within each universe.
So imagine all gravity reversed on the planet in which you inhabit. You’d fall up.
Past the atmosphere, which would no longer be there, farther and farther from home.
You’d reach the outskirts of your solar system, and then be heading towards interstellar space.
You see all the stars, planets, and distant galaxies.
Then you would pass that point, assuming you somehow survived, and would journey to where planets, star nebulas, and entire solar systems were still forming. The clouds of dust and scattered matter.
Then, you’d pass that, and now, at the edge of your universe, gazing upon the darkness.
That darkness, that end, is Void.
Okay so now onto random council peeps who existed at this time.
Time-Ironically, the manipulator of time itself. Go figure. They work with Fate. Looks like a black blob with a disconnected head. The head has one vertical eye. The head is head… about where a human’s eyes are supposed to be, it splits off into a sort of semicircle. The edge marked off with sections of a chart. A wheel marked off as well with symbols of the various upcoming times were not yet known. Never met in person.
Chaos- Major player in the story of Existence itself. Chaos. Where all true evil comes from. To your eyes, they look like a slightly glitching, humanoid black flame. Except more random. Also a various-shades-of-black eye, and a smile. Brings well, chaos wherever they go. Wherever their minions go. (Not those yellow, pill shaped, banana eating idiots.) You might have heard of some of them. Satan (failed), The Demon (not real name. Not actually a minion either.), the devil, Bill Cipher (Not really that much. Would make good partners in crime though...), Hate, Erezaeth (not really), Death… Any ‘evil’ you know is probably in league. One way or another. Chaoses basic goal is ENTROPY…
In which Order stands in their way.
Order- To you they look like a cross between what you call a “Poke-E-mon” (?) called Selebi(?) , an angel, and a robot. Or at least… that is the best I can do without a picture… HOW DO I ADD PICTURES ON THIS THING?! THIS SO CALLED “COMPUTER” IS ABSOLUTE SECOND DIMENSIONAL TRASH! Off topic. Order is well… the opposite of Chaos. Sort of like what you’d refer to as THE angel. By the way, angels are a species that reside in the third-fifth dimension.
Fate- Controls all fate. All the twists in events. Best described as a ghost in a cloak. Works with Time to correctly time each and every twist. Obsesses over it like a weeaboo in the Third dimension, dimension !3, Milky way, Earth, C.E. period on time. And that opinion is why Fate doesn’t like me very much.
But it’s the cold truth.
Either way, Chaos and Order had always had conflict. Time and Fate usually got along. And Void was… Void.
Although now, the council has been divided. Just like many forms of government with a council at its head. When it get’s divided. Well… I think we all know what happens next.
A war. All of reality suffered. Time and Order were on one side. The other was Chaos and Fate… surprisingly. They usually hate each other because Chaos messes with Fate’s strings. A lot.
Void… Void just watches in amusement. Just being Void.
When Void felt the tremor, he fixated himself quickly. Stuff sometimes fell into existence. Although this item had more power than any other thing that fell through before.
Void didn’t really care until it seriously messed up some of reality’s workings. Burning holes through interdimensional barriers…
When Anomaly started testing their abilities in Existence, that is when the Council halted their battle, and all disappeared to the dimension in which the influx of power was coming from.
Anomaly created and destroyed. Dark matter and Nova-diamond are among the items Anomaly created. From the excess power, there was a veil of sparkling mist, obscuring Anomaly from the increasing amount of onlookers.
Then, the creating stopped when the council, surrounding Anomaly from all sides.
The mist cleared as Anomaly was revealed. The brightest points in their first two eye flickered warily as the third on what might be their forehead remained closed.
Anomaly communicated a greeting.
Oh! Hello? Who are you?
Void was transfixed on the symbol of Anomaly’s side.
Destruction.
That is what the symbol meant to some. To others it meant creation. Just like the Anomaly itself. In between creation and destruction. Just as Void said that word, a shadowed hand came from the patch of darkness, reaching to grab Anomaly.
But Anomaly seemed to have disappeared, and reappeared at least four meters away, and ten meters away from the ground. Looking straight into the eye of the being that had just tried to bring them down, absorbing every piece of information about them as Void saw what could be a threat, or powerful ally to the council.
Void knew that Anomaly would not strive to join this group due to their actions. So threat it is.
Anomaly then disappeared. Two seconds later, so did the Council.
No one, unless they were there, was going to believe what happened. But… all this is just a legend. A legend no one believes, but it is a nice story to tell.
Anomaly would be considered an enemy to the Council. If they do exist. They weren’t seen much, so not much is known. Legends say they spent what time before they seemed to disappear completely teaching a form of magic to do with drawing complicated symbols that tap into whatever it is on an elemental level, writing the prophecies that would tell the courses of the dimensions on an interdimensional spectrum.
Or at least some of the most likely possibilities.
Helping who they could save, and wanted to be saved from an otherwise horrible fate. If they deserved it of course.
Zapping those who deserve it off to Nonexistence so they couldn’t cause misery to innocents.
An overall good soul. They meant well. Yet they were constantly pursued. Void had stated the Anomaly would eventually bring an infinite Armageddon to existence.
That might’ve been true. But even I can’t see all the possibilities. Now though… that happening is impossible.
I won’t tell you why… yet.
When the sightings of Anomaly had stopped for at least a trillion years, people assumed Anomaly was gone. Maybe they were. Or maybe Anomaly never existed and the faker was done.
Although in the legend, … the Council could still sense Anomaly’s presence in Existence. Yet could not pinpoint where the Anomaly way due to all the anomalies at large in the interdimensional level.
The next few million were calm for the council. It was still the first age in the Timefield, The age of Beginnings. Although, as that age neared it’s end, the Destroyer SOUL
Managed to touch the edges of Existence. Luckily not getting a grip on the anomaly before the creator SOUL pulled them away.
The Age of Azereth was beginning.
One piece of time in which all of Existence had to exist had passed. Chaos was beginning to be impatient. One age has passed and it was no closer to ENTROPY. The forces of Order were winning, the forces of CREATION were winning this struggle.
Until, the Angel fell.
The event that marked the beginning of the Age of Azereth.
The Age of Beginnings was a peaceful time. A time of prosperity. Now a long missed fairy tale to most. When the Angel fell, there was no such thing known as an Fallen Angel. Angel's then were of Hope and Creation.
Fighting against the forces of Destruction along side the race known as Demons.
I know what you are thinking. Simply put, the two are actually just different races of the fifth dimension. Similar, yet different.
When the first Angels fell, the blame was on the Demons. The Angel’s leader, told the story in their point of view. Other words, why you think Demons are evil.
That Angel’s name: Hadrian. He was touched by the Destructive power. Fallen. Corrupted. The urge to rule and squash down others. To fell upon ENTROPY.
As soon as he was displaced from the Realm that the ‘Angels’ resided in, he began gathering those whom hated the Angels. Those who wished , as well, to fell ENTROPY upon the worlds, and rule.
With Chaos’s support at their backs, there was hardly anyone who could put up a fairly decent fight.
Funny isn’t it?
Then again, isn’t there always someone who can?
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SOUL-Preface
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S O U L
Preface
Is this supposed to have a preface? Cause I’m not sure where whoever is working with them is going to put this.
Also, cut the nonsense already. I have lots of time, but not all of it. I think…
I don’t really feel like sharing my story. Nor do any of the others…
Other than Nun. But at least her’s is a happy one.
Ha ha.
…
Wait. Is that why you are here? To get your so called “VENGEANCE?”
TO SEE ME SUFFER?!
Heh. Well. Dun matter anyway.
‘Cause if you are really here out of curiosity, or someone just gave you this story… well. Knock yourself out… as some mortals of your 21st century would say.
You’ll never be able to understand this fully though. How it feels…
Or what truly has happened because your limited minds can’t make sense of it.
Before I give you the story as you take your time and read it, is that first we have to get a few things straight.
I won’t tell you who I am. Figure it out on your own. Your minds are limited but at least some of you are that smart. Although, if you really are that dumb, I’ll tell ya anywho. But for those of you who figured it out you have to rethink it at least twice.
No messing around with our lives through your own fantasies. We are real people. We just inhabit another reality. Heed my warning. You don’t want to face my anger.
YOU DO NOT MESS WITH 𖤐ܥᜀ𐊭ᚼ
-Also get used to the concept of no such thing as good or evil for those of you who are still living in a oblivious illusion. An illusion created by mortals. Telling you their version of the story.
-The only true evil is one who causes suffering on others who haven’t caused any suffering on them or with no reasonable purpose. I know too well…
-This story probably will conflict with your beliefs due to other beings from a higher dimension compared to yours influencing your ancestors in believing they are the highest power as to gain more power themselves. They just base it off an old interdimensional legend for goodness sake.
Go ahead. Stop or be morally offended. But hey. The truth often hurts when foolish ones are brought to new views. Although, the choice is yours. Take this info in or not.
-You’d better know what I mean by now or you might as well be as mindless as something from the first dimension.
Don’t go there. Trust me.
That is all I have to notify in preface. Now, to begin this, this story starts in what you’d consider another world. But it’s the same world too. MY world.
Next to no one knows the whole truth. Those who… methods of contact have been lost long time ago. I know some. More than most, but not all.
Prepare yourself. Or rather don’t because I will spare you a few details that would upset you…
Hmm…
Upset is an understatement. I have also simplified it lower than any standards I have.
Probably due to word limitations in your version of speech, and so your measly third dimensional mind can comprehend it.
This story starts before anything existed.
When there was no universe. When time didn’t exist.
It starts with that old legend…
It was just a bleak grey NONEXISTENCE
Preface
Is this supposed to have a preface? Cause I’m not sure where whoever is working with them is going to put this.
Also, cut the nonsense already. I have lots of time, but not all of it. I think…
I don’t really feel like sharing my story. Nor do any of the others…
Other than Nun. But at least her’s is a happy one.
Ha ha.
…
Wait. Is that why you are here? To get your so called “VENGEANCE?”
TO SEE ME SUFFER?!
Heh. Well. Dun matter anyway.
‘Cause if you are really here out of curiosity, or someone just gave you this story… well. Knock yourself out… as some mortals of your 21st century would say.
You’ll never be able to understand this fully though. How it feels…
Or what truly has happened because your limited minds can’t make sense of it.
Before I give you the story as you take your time and read it, is that first we have to get a few things straight.
I won’t tell you who I am. Figure it out on your own. Your minds are limited but at least some of you are that smart. Although, if you really are that dumb, I’ll tell ya anywho. But for those of you who figured it out you have to rethink it at least twice.
No messing around with our lives through your own fantasies. We are real people. We just inhabit another reality. Heed my warning. You don’t want to face my anger.
YOU DO NOT MESS WITH 𖤐ܥᜀ𐊭ᚼ
-Also get used to the concept of no such thing as good or evil for those of you who are still living in a oblivious illusion. An illusion created by mortals. Telling you their version of the story.
-The only true evil is one who causes suffering on others who haven’t caused any suffering on them or with no reasonable purpose. I know too well…
-This story probably will conflict with your beliefs due to other beings from a higher dimension compared to yours influencing your ancestors in believing they are the highest power as to gain more power themselves. They just base it off an old interdimensional legend for goodness sake.
Go ahead. Stop or be morally offended. But hey. The truth often hurts when foolish ones are brought to new views. Although, the choice is yours. Take this info in or not.
-You’d better know what I mean by now or you might as well be as mindless as something from the first dimension.
Don’t go there. Trust me.
That is all I have to notify in preface. Now, to begin this, this story starts in what you’d consider another world. But it’s the same world too. MY world.
Next to no one knows the whole truth. Those who… methods of contact have been lost long time ago. I know some. More than most, but not all.
Prepare yourself. Or rather don’t because I will spare you a few details that would upset you…
Hmm…
Upset is an understatement. I have also simplified it lower than any standards I have.
Probably due to word limitations in your version of speech, and so your measly third dimensional mind can comprehend it.
This story starts before anything existed.
When there was no universe. When time didn’t exist.
It starts with that old legend…
It was just a bleak grey NONEXISTENCE
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