Sorry for double post.
Wow, this chapter is almost
half of everything I wrote up till now for this fanfic. A huge chapter. Well, you guys better enjoy it then!
This chapter is graphic, just so you guys know. Well, one part is.
Chapter 4: Self-Inflicted Pain
…Sometimes, what we must cope with is not welcome…United States – Illinois – Chicago – Chicago Public High School Levene – Oct 8th, 2005 – 12:06 P.M.
Adam walked to his locker, tired from a long day still not over. He banged his head against his locker, angry and sullen. “Why do I always do that?” he murmured, annoyed at how a specific event turned out just minutes earlier. “I always end up alienating every girl from me. No matter what I do.” He slowly opened his locker and mentally crossed out the name “Stacy” from his mind. He signed as he took out two books and put in three. Closing his locker, he found himself face-to-face with Casio, his nemesis since 6th grade. “Whatcha doing, Adam?” he asked casually. “Leave,” Adam replied, assuming a defense yet hostile stance. “Whoa, slow down there; I just wanted to say ‘hi’. Feels like we haven’t spoken in ages,” Casio said, his hands held out in front of him, a slight smile on his lips. Adam stepped forward and to the side, walking away from Casio. “Hey, don’t leave while I’m talking to you!” Casio said while grabbing Adam’s shoulder. Adam swung around, pent-up frustrations released, and throw a punch at Casio. Casio, barely dodging it, threw a punch of his own which connected with Adam’s left eye.
Oct 8th, 2005 – 4:03 P.M.
Adam opened the door to his house and walked inside, closing the door behind him. “Damn that goddamn Casio…” he muttered to himself as he walked up the nearby stairs and headed straight for his room before anyone could see his eye. “Adam, is that you?” his mother called from the kitchen. “Yes,” Adam shouted back and opened the door to his room. His little brother was once again playing with his DS, despite telling him several times now to not. “Dylan!” Adam shouted, anger boiling up again. Dylan quickly looked up, obvious thinking about hiding the lit up DS in his hands, but then deciding against it. “What did I say earlier!?!” Adam shouted. Dylan assumed a stubborn look on his face and said nothing. Adam walked over and attempted to grab it but missed as Dylan flung himself off the bed and ran out of the room. Adam, now shaking with anger from the entire day so far, looked around his room and spotted something on his bed that Dylan accidentally left there: a beautiful rainbow origami star. Adam smiled wickedly and grabbed the star, then headed for Dylan’s room. When Adam entered, he saw Dylan continuing to play
his DS. Adam held up the star and said, give me the DS or lose the star. Dylan shot Adam an angry look and shook his head, saying, “If you do anything to that star, I’ll, I’ll break your DS!” With that, Dylan ran over to his window and opened it, sticking the DS out the window, holding it over its impending doom. Adam, his anger almost overcoming his intelligence, threw the star onto the bed, not a bend in it. Dylan quickly snatched back up the star and put it someplace safe. He the sat onto the bed and started to open the DS when Adam, who had quietly walked up to him while his back was turned (when putting away the star), snatched it out off his hands and turned it off, causing Dylan to lose about 2 hours of progress (he constantly forgets to save). Adam, with a triumphant smile upon his face, turned around and slammed the door shut behind him, relishing the shouts and screams behind him. “Now he gets what he deserves,” Adam whispered to himself, “since he was specifically told by Dad that he was not allowed to play it during the school year because of his bad grades.” As he walked to his room, he frowned at the thought that he was also getting bad grades and was not allowed to play because of them. “And I don’t, so why should
he get to, and not me? And he never gets caught! Only me! Arg, I hate this – it’s so unfair!” Adam walked into his room as he heard a voice behind him that caused him to shiver all over. “ADAM! WHAT DID YOU DO THIS TIME!” his Dad roared from behind him.
Oct 8th, 2005 – 8:31 P.M.
I HATE them, Adam thought to himself, his face buried in his pillow.
Why must I be punished when he was the one who played the DS when he wasn’t allowed!?! Adam hit the bed with a curled fist and willed himself to sleep and face another terrible day tomorrow.
China – Beijing – Chimera Inc. – Nov. 8th, 2007 – 1:10 P.M.
Chen hurried Missy into her apartment in the amazingly tall Chimera Inc. building. “What happened back there?” Chen asked, closing the door behind him. “I-I don’t know…” she responded, seemingly lost in thought. “Missy. Missy! Snap out of it!” Chen said, shaking her, scared at what he had seen less than an hour earlier. Missy looked up at Chen, utterly confused. “I-I’m not burned…” she murmured, now looking down at her burned clothes but extremely healthy-looking skin. Chen shook his head and put his hand to his head, walking over to a chair and sitting in it. He sighed and looked up at Missy, who had collapsed to the floor weeping. Chen got up and rushed over, carefully putting his arms around her. “What is it?” he asked her. Missy slowly stopped crying and looked up at him with eyes full of tears. “T-that p-plane, m-my Dad was on it…Daddy…” She then burst into more tears. Chen, speechless, just held her tighter, while one small part of him was strangely happy…
United States – New York State – New York City – Abandoned Apartment – November 6th, 2007 – 6:51 A.M.
A crash echoed throughout the room as the cans emptied out of the bag. “Where’s that tomato soup…” the hobo muttered as he rifled through the pile of food. “Aha!” he exclaimed as he grabbed the can of tomato soup. He happily turned around as a crash and boom shook the entire building. “ZERO FOUND TARGET. INITIATING CAPTUREING SEQUENCE,” boomed a voice from outside. The bum looked up and saw cracks spreading all over the ceiling. He grumbled as it caved in on top of him.
A gigantic green robot reached out a lanky hand and smashed through the apartment in which the cat was staying. The cat quickly jumped out of its reach, landing on its arm instead. The huge green robot stuck another arm inside the apartment, slamming into the arm the cat was on.
Was being the key word; she leapt off and outside the building, landed on the ground ten stories down, on all fours. She looked up and was startled to see that the giant green robot was a giant version of the robot she had escaped just two days previously – Zero. It was huge, bigger than the ten story building by at least ten feet, and incredibly wide. How it made it here without a noise, no one will ever know. The cat quickly jumped up as Zero slammed its huge hand connected to an elongated and dented right arm down. She landed on its arm once again, and put her right hand down against it, then preceded to run up the arm. A slicing noise came from where her right hand touched, a red laser-sword protruding from the metal piece on her wrist there. She came to an abrupt stop at the top of the robot and stuck the laser sword into its head, cutting left and right to form and opening for her. She hacked and slashed her way into the robot as it wildly flailed about, its monotonous voice droning on and on: “ZERO HAZ-TARGGGGGET DOGSZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ…D.MTHKGBEU>HISIGEROUFH89E3FBN3V239X9E20CEJKFJFV03JF30<REVENGEFEWJFEF2ER20FNJEWBGT7HG34FB42R45BH9TGH5BIG5701GBRFHKBVFBVYUWREGFV2YI.EGF8724BBCDCV79FG37GF921EU00YB1CBEGDWEF2R133381516234270UG4J984H5GHFBVB.PDSKCNASD3QEU02HFDLITTLEHILLFDUVDCOPB823^WILL905Y66659324RFGBHMNHPOKYPHI95I3509JRGJNVE;LAALKFMDDOCTORWHO3747VHVBEBWHC.HDJHABDvBEYIDG91DHGWDGSHBXHBA1`12.I098G3Y5IMHMICKEYMOUSEU3289H39FHERHFHF4HF983SPARTAN117R08E023U1WHABKQO`JWEJDNFOWQ09842YBHTU5U5GBBUG<^v>ACCOMPLISHEDZBUNNYZ93URJFNNDNCNBCCU8.L328HD8EHFDEHFEHF234092340RFHE020-`-IGN35HJB569GNVN.EPWQWDSTOYSTORY3WHOOO329VNVNSDS.SJWJDF…” Zero fell, sparking all over. The cat quickly jumped off as Zero’s foot connected with her left shoulder. She heard a whirring sound, then scampering and felt an intense pain branch out from her left shoulder. He tripped and fell, hitting the ground hard. She rolled over as she started to hear a new whirring sound come from Zero, and saw light escape from the many newly made cracks in its body. She forced herself onto her feat, twisting her right ankle in the process. She rounded a corner just as Zero lost against the pressures boiling inside of it.
United States – New York State – New York City – Death of Drink – Nov. 11th, 2007 – 9:27 P.M.
“ROOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!” he screamed into the mike, guitars practically breaking at either side of him. Banging his head, he screamed again as the crowd went wild, the entire place a virtual animal house. Several minutes of this went by, and still the band did not tire, their throats invulnerable to scratchy-ness or soreness (or the like).
Nov. 11th, 2007 – 9:34 P.M.
“Yeah, see ya, Mike!” yelled one of the band mates as he walked out of the club. Mike, the lead of the band, yelled back and then proceeded to continue to make out with a random Asian girl from the audience. His face covered in black and white makeup, his held her close, his mouth meshing with hers. He heard a yell and a hand on his shoulder. He turned to see his best friend, the guitarist of the band, Anna, waving him a goodbye with a wink. He grinned wickedly back and led the Asian girl to a room in the back reserved for him and his band. Mike threw her onto the bed and hopped on after, slowing climbing up to her, kissing her almost entirely exposed body on the way up as he unhooked her bra with his hands…
Japan – Tokyo – Sukima College of Technology – Aug. 22nd, 2007 – 3:08 P.M.
NOTE: Everyone in the Japan sections will be talking in Japanese (though I’ll be writing in English) unless otherwise specified.
Kiro Sakamoto threw herself down onto her new bed, beat. “A long day,” she murmured to herself. She sat up and looked around at her bare college dormitory. Only 16 and off to college. “Lucky Americans – going at 18…” she grumbled to herself, thinking of how much this will be affecting her “Chrono Trigger” playing. She stared at the bed opposite her and thought,
“I’d prefer not to have a roommate, I think…” She looked at the box of her things next to her and took out a picture. It displayed her and her family. “Adopted family,” she whispered to herself, a sudden longing to find her real parents coming and going instantaneously. They were Japanese humans, while she herself was a fox. A blue fox, too, which is quite unusual, especially when coupled with her naturally red hair and red-tipped ears. She refocused on the picture in her hands, her dad on the far left with a broad smile. Her mom, on the far left, was clasping her younger brother’s shoulders, while her two older brothers, twins, stood side by side in between her mom and dad, tickling 9-year old Kiro. She smiled and turned the picture around in her hands to read the date written on the back: 2000, only three years after she was adopted. She signed as she thought of the prospect of not seeing her family until winter. Putting the picture on the bedside table on her right, she laid down on the bed, her head resting on a comfortable pillow and all too willingly fell asleep, knowing she’d regret it later.
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Darkness…Silence…His eyes opened. “W-what?” the man wondered aloud, confused. He looked around the dark room, and slowly got up, but finding himself stuck to a chair. “W-what!?!” he breathed, panicked, seeing his arms stuck to his sides. The skin of his sides, he realized, as he slowly looked down at himself. His fat body was completely naked, his feet also stuck to the floor. He was sitting in a cool metal chair. The man moved his head and felt something slide across it. Startled, he looked up and strained his eyes, making out a small round ball-like thing attached to a thin and rusty metal chain going up into more darkness. A paper was attached to the chain right above the ball, with glowing ink written on it, saying “PULL THE CHAIN”. Hesitant, the man slowly opened his mouth and clamped down on the disgusting ball, slightly pulling it down. He heard a click and released it as lights all over the room came on. He could see that he was in a basement of some kind, about the size of a classroom. As his eyes adjusted to the light, he realized he was in a classroom. There were desks and chairs in rows. He was sitting in a chair at the back of the room, with no desk nearby. A T.V. at the front of the room suddenly turned on, snowy at first, but then clear. A figure slowly turned around in the video, revealing itself to be a doll. The doll was small and yellow, with a white stomach. It had black eyes and an evil smile which appeared to have been “added” on. Oh, and it had two tails. Its mouth started to move as sound emitted from the T.V., “Michael Wellingberg. I would like to play a game.” The doll paused, almost as if it had stopped to eye Michael, its evil smile appearing to grow slightly more wicked. The doll then continued with its throaty and deep voice, apparently coming from another source and not in fact the doll, “You, Michael, have wronged for years, and yet each time you get away, never hurt from what you have done. Luring your students into situations which benefit only you, your evil desires satisfied from them. Now though, you will pay for your crimes, or die trying.” The doll paused again, then continued, “You have been attached to a chair with a special glue. The part of your body which you have used on all of those children has also been attached to the chair. Your feet and arms have been attached to the floor and your own body, respectively. If you try to free your arms, several layers of your skin will rip open and bleed you to death. Both of the doors in this room are locked, but only one of them leads to a pool filled with a substance which will detach your arms from your body, no harm done. The rest of you has been attached with a substance that is less adhesive than the one used on your arms, which represents the sticky situations you trap your students in. In one of the desks in this room is a key which will open the door leading to the pool. A key has also been in-planted into the body part with which you have assaulted your students. A saw lies underneath your chair to use to obtain that key. A key can only be used once, as the lock on the doors will break it once you use them. You have only 3 minutes to open the correct door before a timed explosive goes off and destroys the classroom, burying you within, just as you buried poor Kim. Your three minutes start now. Live or die, it’s your choice.” The doll then laughed a high pitched and creepy laugh, the screen turning black immediately after. The man sat there, for 10 seconds, not believing his situation. Then he heard a click and the throaty voice rang out, “2 minutes and 50 seconds left.” The man screamed, and struggled, the chair stuck fast. He used his stuck feet to heave himself off, feeling and hearing a ripping sound. Pain coursing through him, his tore his foot from the floor, blood starting to drip from it and his behind. He struggled and tore the other foot free, screaming in agony. He began to move forward and felt a pain in his groin area. He look down to see that the head of his “johnson” had also been attached to the chair. He grit his teeth and charged forward, pain branching out from that area as skin tore off. He looked around and picked a random desk as the voice yelled out, “2 minutes and 20 seconds.” His hands free and not attached to anything, opened the desk, but could not reach in, as the arms they were attached to were attached to his body. The desk was filled with needles and pins and such. The key could only be at the bottom. “Or another desk,” he breathed, still in intense pain. He wobbled over to another desk and opened it to find the same situation. He tried another and found it filled with bugs and insects. He shrieked and backed away. Trying another desk, he found an assortment of different keys, any of them having the potential to be the correct one. “One minute and 40 seconds,” the voice echoed. He opened another desk and found pins and needles once more. Giving up, he decided to try this one. Unfortunately, he discovered his hands couldn’t reach into the desk. “HOW!?!” he shrieked. “One minute and 30 seconds,” the voice responded. He thought and thought and figured it out: he would have to use his mouth. He bent down and began to rummage through it with his tongue, wincing every time it touched a needle or pin. He searched and searched but could not find any key. “One minute,” the voice boomed, now sounding as if it were taunting Michael. Michael realized he would never find the key like this. He turned around fast, almost slipping and falling, and stared at the saw underneath the metal chair he was stuck to in the first place. He reluctantly ran for it and kicked it out from under the chair with his foot, receiving a small cut on his big toe in the process. He sat down and bent down, barely reaching the saw’s handle with his right hand. “30 seconds,” the voice said as he fumbled with and dropped the saw. He picked it back up and pointed the long object at the part of him he knew he needed to now cut off. Closing his eyes, he held the part taut with his left hand and began, screaming while doing it. He felt it separate from him and fall to the floor with and unnatural thud as blood began pouring out. He opened his eyes, almost throwing up, and grabbed his recently departed manhood and squeezed it, a key and more blood falling out. He grabbed the key and dropped the saw. Slowly, he got to his feet. “Ten seconds left,” his captor announced. He rushed to the doors and randomly picked the left door. Inserting the key into the lock, he turned it. He heard a click and a snap as the lock opened and the key broke in his hand. He gripped the knob with his right hand, very pale and dizzy now, and turned it, throwing open the door. He saw a wall, littered with pictures of kids and writing, such as, “KIM” and “YOU KILLED HER” above certain pictures of a pretty Asian girl, only 11 years old. In the middle of the wall was an audio cassette player with a tape in it. Right above it was a digital clock with wires running from it and into the wall. It read, “00:00:03”, and counted down with the voice, “3…2…1…0…GAME OVER.”
United States – New York State – New York City – Death of Drink – Nov. 12th, 2007 – 8:24 P.M.
Mike woke, the naked Asian girl in his arms. He slowly got out of bed, accidently waking her up in the process. She rubbed the sleep from her eyes as Mike got dressed and yawned. She looked at Mike and asked, “This is where you never call or see me again, right?” Mike thought about it, then answered with a simple “Yes.” He then walked toward the door, stepping on a sharp pin that had fallen from his dresser. “Ouch,” he muttered, at the same time the Asian girl exclaimed, “Ow!” and grabbed her right foot, staring intently at it. Mike stared for a moment, then down at his right foot which had just been hurt, and thought,
”Wow, really weird coincidence…”, and then walked out. The Asian girl sat there for a bit, then slowly got out of bed, her body still void of any clothes. She reached down and picked up her pants and took a cell phone from the pocket. She held the 6 for speed dial. “Hello?” an annoyed voice answered from the other end. “I have made contact,” she said in response. There was a pause. “Good,” the voice said, and hung up. She looked down at her foot and at the place where she had felt a prick of a needle. There was a drop of blood.
United States – New York State – New York City – Abandoned Apartment – November 6th, 2007 – 11:04 A.M.
The cat woke to pain. Lots of pain. She grunted as she threw the blocks and pieces of cement and building off of her. As she stood up she felt an intense burst of agony as her right ankle twisted 180 degrees. She fell and bit down hard on her tongue to from screaming. She looked down at her foot. Slowly, she grabbed it with both hands and twisted hard, relocating it. Trying hard not to scream, she looked around and found a long jagged piece of metal nearby. She grabbed it and flattened one end and bent and smoothed the other, transforming it into a crude cane. She slowly got up and looked to her right and the left, and gasped: a small spider like machine had attached itself to her left shoulder, its eight legs piercing into her skin. There were three lights on it – a dark one (wasn’t on), a bright green one, and a blinking orange one. She cautiously moved her hand over to it and touched it. Nothing happened. She then quickly grabbed it, but as soon as she did, it tightened its grip on her shoulder and sent electrical currents of pain shooting through her nervous system. Paralyzed for a few seconds, she positioned her hand away from the machine but aiming at it so that she could use her laser sword on it. The spider machine’s dark light suddenly glared an angry red and tightened further, sending more electricity through her body. Paralyzed for a bit more than ten seconds this time, she gave up, but knew that this machine had to come off, somehow. She stared uneasily at the blinking orange light, then set off at a slow hobble, metal cane in hand.
United States – Illinois – Chicago – Chicago Public High School Levene – Oct 9th, 2005 – 10:32 P.M.
Adam stared at fat and big and red “42” circled at the top of his math test paper. His hands shaking, he left the room immediately after the end bell rang. Unable to contain his anger and despair, he ripped up the test paper and threw it out. He headed for his locker, but stopped at the sound of laughter. He looked into a classroom and saw a class, all the students already there before it was even time to start, all gathered around one person: Casio. Adam felt his fists curl and tighten. Casio was telling a joke which was pretty stupid, but they all laughed. He had one arm around his girlfriend, Stephanie. Adam grit his teeth, seeing her and him kissing, seeing all the students admire and envy Casio. Adam stormed off, fed up with it all.
”On and on, all the time, my life has always been terrible. I HATE it! Everyday, nothing but anguish and aggravation. I’m DONE!” Adam ran to the stairwell and down he ran, done with it all, fed up with the life he had been giving, suffering every day of it. He ran out of the stairwell and bashed open a door to a room that’s been abandoned for a decade (or more). His special hideout, he came he whenever he had free time and wanted to be alone. Which is kind of weird, seeing as he LOATHES school, but there was nowhere else, so, yeah. Adam ran to a corner at the far end of the room. There was a clean chair and an electrical fan attached by wire to a wall outlet with two outlets. He ran there and threw off his bag, unplugged the fan, took out of his bag a water bottle and a metal key. He doused the key in water and held firmly onto the key, his hand shaking with anger, despair, fear, and hesitation. Several times, he came this far, but never before went through with it. “Well, there’s a first for everything!” he laughed, and plunged the key into one of the electric outlets. Electricity poured through him. Pain was everywhere, nonstop, never-ending pain. And then there was nothing. Euphoria swept through him, lasting an eternity, and then was gone, as soon as it came, replaced by the pain and electricity. His hand glued to the key, burned black. He made out a gasp as his vision started to turn black. He felt someone pull him back from the wall. The key fell from his hand. Adam gasped and stared up into the face of a girl, a girl who had rejected him recently: Stacy. He feebly tried to raise his hand, but could not. Stacy saw and gripped it, frantic, tears streaming from her face, her eyes showing a mixture anger and depression, hate and fear, caring and hurt. He felt a tingling feeling in the hand she gripped and a weird sensation came over him. Adam looked up a Stacy’s face as he blacked-out, his last thought being,
”Mental Note: Uncross Stacy’s name…”China – Beijing – Chimera Inc. – Nov. 8th, 2007 – 3:46 P.M.
Chen breathed a sigh of relief as he tucked Missy into bed, finally getting her to sleep.
”She’s so tough…I’ve never seen her like this…” Chen walked over to a nearby chair and lifted it, carrying it to the bed where Missy lay and setting it down next to it. He collapsed into the big, comfy, red chair.
”Her father’s dead…That leaves room for me–NO! No, I-I can’t think things like that. It’d never work out…” Chen stared at Missy long and hard. He thought about the recent disaster in the U.S. and what happened just a few hours before. “What’s going on?” he muttered to himself. He was just starting to fall asleep when the phone of the apartment rang. Startled and now devoid of any chances of sleep, he jumped out of the chair and silenced the phone before it could wake Missy. He looked over at her and saw she had moved a little, but was still asleep. Chen breathed another sigh of relief, then put the phone to his hear. “Hello?” he asked. “Who is this?” said a voice on the other line. “I could ask the same thing. And you know what, I will: who are
you?” Chen responded. The voice paused for a moment, then chuckled. “Ah, so it’s you, Chen Myazaki.” Chen, surprised, responded with, “Wait how do you know my name? And just who are you!?!” The voice chuckled again, then answered, “My name is Caico. Caico Grimson. And I am the new owner of Chimera Incorporated. I suggest you listen closely now, Mr. Myazaki: unless you want little Missy over there to have a very unfortunate accident, I sugest you do me a little favor, and I may do something in return for you.” Chen, hand shaking, said, “W-wha…oh…hm…” Caico laughed again and said, “I need you to find out something Chimera told his daughter on her 9th birthday. It is extremely important. And don’t try to run away or tell anyone about this conversation. Not even Missy. For, if you do, trust me, you’ll regret it. Deeply.” The tone went dead, signaling the fact that Caico had just hung up. Chen allowed the phone to fall from his hand. It landed with a thud on the carpeted floor.
United States – New York State – New York City – Central Park – Nov. 12th, 2007 – 11:56 P.M.
Mike slapped his buddy, Mark, on the shoulder, laughing at the perverted joke he just told. “Death…By…Poonjaba…Brilliant!” Mike, breathed, unable to contain his laughter. Mark eyed him with a smile and a raised eyebrow. “It’s not that funny,” Mark remarked, laughing too because of Mike’s ‘contagious’ laughter. When Mike finally stopped laughing, Mark asked, “Hey, what are we going to do today? We can’t do another show like yesterday since today is-“ “Yes, I know, today is Maximum the Hormone’s live concert. Here. In Manhattan. I can’t WAIT!” he interrupted and shouted. Mark laughed and said, “Perhaps my friend there can get us back stage…” “Really? Mike yelled and ran forward, tripping and falling face first onto the ground. Mark burst out laughing. “Nice…one…” he said, doubling over. Mike slowly got up, gently touching his hurt nose. “Oh, yeah, ha ha, really funny,” Mike said sarcastically. He pulled his fingers from his nose and saw blood on them. He then pressed on his nose and felt pain shoot through to his head. “Ow, ****!” Mike and Mark yelled at the same time. Mike looked up and saw blood trickling from Mark’s nose. “Mark,” Mike started, pointing at Mark’s nose. Mark touched and yelled again, then looked at his bloody fingers. “How the **** did my nose break!?!” Mark shouted angrily. Mike, confused, said, “Come on – let’s get to a hospital and get these things fixed…”
Japan – Tokyo – Sukima College of Technology – Aug. 22nd, 2007 – 9:53 P.M.
Kiro woke suddenly, groggy from sleep. She sat up and rubbed her eyes, then looked at her alarm clock. It read “9:53”. “Crap,” she breathed. Quickly, she got off the bed and opened the door to her room. Outside was a box with her name on it. It was intact and appeared to have not been touched in the slightest. “Phew,” she sighed while picking up the heavy box and brought it into her room and onto her bed. She opened it and started taking things out, deciding to leave her other two boxes for tomorrow. “Where is it?” she asked herself, and rummaged through the box’s items. Finally, she found what she was looking for. She pulled a long and slender sheathe for a katana out of the big and long box. She gripped the handle of the replica sword residing in the sheathe, and pulled. The katana slid out easily, its long and slender form looking brilliant in the light at hand. There were Japanese characters on both sides of the katana. They read, “To Kiro, my one and only daughter, whom I love more than anything in the all world – Dad,” and, “REPLICA OF TAKEZO KENSEI’S KATANA”. Kiro smiled and held the katana close, memories flashing by her eyes. Her Dad taught her the ancient way of the samurai, just as he had done with her two older twin brothers and will do with her younger brother. He had only given her this treasure, though. She remembered the conversation as if it were yesterday…
Japan – Tokyo – Sakamoto Residence – Aug. 21st, 2007 – 1:09 P.M.
“Wow,” Kiro exclaimed as she held the replica katana in her hands. Her dad smiled and said, “I knew you’d love it. It’s the only one I have, and I’m entrusting it to you, Kiro. I see a great potential in you. You will do many great things, and with this katana too, is my feeling.” Kiro hugged him tightly. “Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!” she exclaimed. Her dad laughed and hugged her back. “Ah, if only we had Takezo Kensei’s actual katana. But alas; it was lost to us, his descendents, a long time ago.” Kiro stepped out of the embrace and said, “Don’t worry Dad; I’ll find it!” He laughed again and ruffled her hair, saying, “I know you will, my special girl. Have a great time in college. I know you’ll be the best there! Have fun! And remember: your family and I will always love you.”
United States – New York State – New York City – Allington Hospital – Nov. 12th, 2007 – 12:23 P.M.
“Hm…Well, it’s fixed now. Though how did it get broken…” the female doctor pondered, while looking at Mark’s nose. Mike was being inspected by a male doctor with extremely bad breath. Mark smirked at Mike, who gave him an annoyed look. The male doctor burped, then said, “You’re fine. Out.” The female doctor lingered a bit lingering, still obviously curious, but then left when she realized that there were other patients to treat. Mark and Mike walked out of the room. They walked past three small boys holding toy cars and a comic book. One was pointing at a panel in the book to one boy while the other was playing with the toy cars, sweeping them around in wild motions. “Look! The robot has secret messages in his dying words!” the boy holding the comic exclaimed. The other exclaimed to, saying, “Wow! And look: these secrets are also for that other comic,
The For-something!” “Oh, that comic! I love it! It’s so cool, with Sonic and Eggman and more!” The other boy suddenly shouted, “Car flies!” as he flung the car across the hall and straight into Mike’s groin. “…Eee…” he squeaked as he fell to the ground, hands covering the hurt area. Suddenly, Mark doubled over, his hands over his groin. The three boys to fell to the floor, screaming. Several doctors and nurses walking by too fell to the floor. And several people (patients and visitors) walking by and/or sitting in chairs nearby fell to the cool, marble hospital floor, clutching their groins in pain. Mike struggled to look around at this scene and recalled what happened with the broken nose earlier and even earlier, the pin in his room at the club “Death by Drink”.
”Every time I get hurt…Someone else does to? No, no, not possible…is it?” Slowly, Mike allowed one hand to leave his groin area and slapped himself, hard, on his left cheek. All the people already in pain and more who had just walked in, confounded at what they were seeing, suddenly shouted or screamed in surprise, all now clutching their left cheeks. Mike looked down at his hand, confused and at a loss for words…
…Sometimes, we inflict pain on ourselves, to see if what we are experiencing is real. Sometimes, pain is necessary to begin on the path to acceptance…"Saw VI" came out today!!!
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