Cover story 11: After months, the case picked up a week ago with the doctors coordinates, Neova dead shot
Ashphalter is a reckloose, is a mad man, is a criminal given the duty of the nation he doesn't care for. If he cared enough for people, his job application wouldn't be a sledge hammer, a gun, two rookies alongside him and a scared attorney to take his case. He's drinking a smoothie, with a white robe and a skill on accuracy. He bumps a man, remembered some inconsistencies in the mans design he resembles too many people he knows and yet none of them at the same time and he shot that man dead on accuracy.
Dead on accuracy
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UR A MERE DOG DON'T TREAT YOURSELF ABOVE, SINCE YOU WERE SEARCHING FOR ME NOT THE OTHER WAY AROUND. So before we end this session, LET*S SPLIT THE bill shall we.
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He sat there taking it in, didn't know what was worse the pain in his knee or the utter giving up. He knows he's no better if he lives or dies, all those empty words would be of a villain asking not to be killed, while the audience just wants that and only that. He is a hypocrite, the one thing he could decide for himself, nobody else to point to.
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Neova then bends towards the chaired victim with a knife to his knee. WHAT MAKES YOU HUMAN, he asks. I hear not a single beat from your heart, stabs afterwards, Malfonz feels pain overflowing again. What part of the world are you a king of, stab. Who and where are your people, stab. Who do you have to remember your death after you pass, stab. STOP PLEAse stop, said Malfonz. Don’t you dare, your the type of person that I could see would betray me, yes I do see the future, and the type of betrayal you were gonna lead me through was not what you should have shown me. You deserve death, but not pity, STAB. If you come to survive this, don't dare come close to me. You are not a high being ur a mangy mutt asking for his next dinner. Neova then pushes Malfonz onto the ground to feel the pain of being a peasant as he laughs away.
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# To understand me, I needed to go back, build myself again. #
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When I was young, I don’t recall much, because I was a mere infant at his deathbed. All I could understand was that I was being left to the decisions of earth to decide what happens to me. Maybe they left me because I was dead and they didn’t wanna see me again, maybe because of grieving reasons. But why would you place your newborn on the stone where the lightning is most likely to strike, too many questions.
Then came the modern era, I was small back then. I grew up just like the rest of them, at the same pace as the mortals. But my growth took a stump when I hit 20. All I could recall was that I was alone, which had its upsides. Since I never felt the sensation of being tired, I tried honing my abilities, what I was made for. I was made of electricity, after the day when I was shot down with 3 lightning bolts, one hit my brain, one hit my heart and the last one hit my left leg and knee, the only area not hit was my right knee. But my right leg was just as strong as the other body parts of mine, so I don’t understand the logistics here.
Honing wasn’t fun tho, I can recall myself sitting in one room for hours on end, just me and my mind. I loved theater growing up, the stories they told of the people I never met. Then there was philosophy, I can understand why I would be philosophical atleast. I didn’t think of treating myself back then, because I didn’t need to eat, I didn’t starve. Nights would pass just within a second, back then I didn’t believe in a higher being so I became an atheist, if there were a higher power that would be me, for I can kill anyone without a hint of remorse.
I grew to understand life was just moments. But WHO AM I? WHO AM I?
I was Malfonz.
You're no higher being, then, for you have a name.
What you mean idiot, I was born into this world but so were many of religions greatest prophets.
What ability do you have that is unique to you, if Neova was given future vision, you are no higher being then for you have an extraordinary ability such as Neova, there must be more like him just as you.
If you can’t find a reason to fight, then you should not be fighting, my reason is greed and pride to show the world I am a higher being that fell on to earth.
To fight?
I will use my head.
To create?
I will use my hands.
To decide?
I will use my head.
To fight?
I will know of my use and I will understand myself like I was asked of from this world. For I am Malfonz. Fin.