Cover story 23: A reason and a reputation ruined because the system needs people to work with people
When you're a joke nobody bothers to check up on you, almost worse than being taken advantage of, because theres a limit, but what limit was there this time. If it was a normal day she would be buying fruit, under her umbrella not wanting the suns rays on her young body. Today she was hungry, people laughed left and repeated that. She was bones, she was scared, she felt alone even in a crowd not of her own, when she was together with family and anger for the passing of a loved one we yet can't meet, her father with her haunting her sleep.
A movie is remembered for it's laughs if it is funny enough not to be taken seriously
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“W wwwWhere am I”, but only gargled noises could be heard. All that could be seen were the woods, trees after trees closing all exits, Neova trying to break the wooden chair he was strapped into and then Malfonz showing his face. Malfonz rips the bandana, and looks straight into the eyes of Neova, grabbing his chin and pulling him towards himself. “Where are you, where are they, right?”, then Malfonz brought a tied up Akari, “Akari, please let go of her at least”, Neova asked with stress.
"You're stuck with me look into my eyes, these are distractions, you can sleep when you're dead right, can you see it the start of our game of tag, we're in that playground and all around is the ringing church bells as we run around, no teachers, no distractions, YOU WILL DIE AND YOU WILL BE THE REASON FOR IT", said Malfonz with a conviction you could only read in the protagonists of stories of old.
All that built up stress in a twisted way washed over them with a sense of detached relax, they finally were recognized and the thrill haunted them because everyone else was always a casualty, they wanted off, Neova started this he wanted off. The world didn't want them, they didn't want each other, and now they were stuck in the same train going the same place and both knew, the same station, nobody wanted out because now that was deaths door, and pride held them back from opening the exit.
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“This was your world, but the world was not your world, isn’t that twisted”
“Hmm, hmm”, said Akari while trying to free herself. She was bandaged and bruised.
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I could see it, if I saw his eyes I could see all the ways they were killed. I was scared, I was a hypocrite back then, not that much changed just became more dependant on simple distractions like the puffs of air behind those cigars I have been saving. THE ONE THING I HATED ABOVE ALL, I HAND*T HAD THIS MUCH FUN IN MY INTIRE LIFE AND YET SORROW DIDN*T WASH OVER ME, NO TEARS.
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“STOP THIS, SORRY FOR WHAT I DID” he says while shaking his head towards the ground.
“Oh no, I know your type, because you're like me, and I never forgive and forget”, and Malfonz chokes Akari til she can't breathe, Neova unable to look at her. Chirps could be heard from the skies and the clouds all moved, the trees, the leaves, but not the enemies. The screams ... ... they t-th they were too much too bare.
“We are not forged, we are born, but are you strong enough to free yourself from me”, Malfonz says while letting go of the dead Akari. His hands inprinted in her neck a bit of blood spill, the eyes hollow, and yet some details still obscured behind angels of the grass and the flowers hiding enough of the bruises.
“Say something, punch me, try killing me, TRY MUTT, those ghosts that I killed for nothing were nothing to me, they were pieces”
“EEAAGGHH”, Neova grunts as he breaks his chair, destroying one of the pegs finally ... he almost lost to his own loss of conviction and then using the sharp parts to stab Malfonz with. But Malfonz dodges, no hands, just a swift move from the right to the left with his legs.
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I saw a possibility to win. I broke the chair and yet my instincts ... EVERYTHING IS SO BACKWARDS, I wanna grasp it all and yet I let it fall over and over and over and over and OVER AGAIN. I wanna save her she was right there and yet all my instincts wanted to treat her as one of my past victims enjoying the agony of her screams, I wanna kill him and yet I met up with him just because I lived such ... a dull life I wanted adventure worth writing a comedy over. WHY ARE MY HANDS SMALL THAT I END UP THROWING AWAY EVERYTHING BECAUSE OF LUST.
(Kill him).
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“I will never use my hands on scum I deem unworthy, you are unworthy, you are deaf, you can’t avenge them, you have no power against me, for I am strong because I have nobody” Malfonz tries to kick Neova, and landing one of his most ferocious kicks and yet no damage is done on Neova.
“I see you have not fully accepted me as a worthy opponent”
“No, I have not accepted their death yet, what was the worst possible thing you could do”, says Neova and then laughs profusely.
“Oh I did stuff, they suffocated on the heat I emitted, they struggled and then I stepped on each of their bones like a tree branch, do you think I would lie with this face on”
“Hah, bones, you need to step on THEIR HEARTS IDIOT, and a fucking dumbass like you ... I fullheartedly believe you can pull off a lie”
Malfonz grabs his face and emits heat straight into the mouth, “breath dummy, I am sure this wont kill ya or make you die if you suffocated, right”, but Neova still had the peg as he was going to stab Malfonz moved his injured leg and put it behind.
As Neova was about to suffocate and die, Malfonz emitted flame sparks from the palm of his hand and boom, Neova went flying. With blood falling down through his mouth as he had gone unconscious. That was either a punch or a chemical reaction between emitting heat and starting a fire. Fin.