> I am not a great writer.
> I am not a good writer.
> shit, by a grammatical standpoint, im not even a decent one
> but, fuck, i want to climb that ladder and be as great as Homer and Virgil one day.
> Please, dont hesitate to give criticism
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> The Boy wakes up to the last, dreaded, alarm on his phone blasting Kanye west lyrics on the highest setting his phone can allow. “AND I WONDER IF YOU KNOW WHAT IT MEANS TO FIND YOUR DREAMS”- The first words the boy hears as he shakes the cobwebs from his mind. Much to the chagrin of both him and his roommate; the boy has woken up 10 minutes before his first class of the day. The Boy jumps out of bed, ripping his phone's charger out of the socket in a fashion his mother would scold him for if she could see, “but there's surge protectors so it won't cause a fire” he thinks as he throws on the first shirt he thinks would go well with the the sneakers closets to his bed and the black jeans draped over the chair in front of his desk.
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> Running out the door, he pats his back and head and pocket, and slowly opens the door trying not to wake up his roommate, whom he knows will already be asleep due to repeated experience of this event. “Mierda..” he whispers as he grabs his glasses and bookbag, not forgetting to slip the pack of gum on his desk in his pocket along with toothpaste and his toothbrush laying on their sides on the far right. Checking his phone he sees that he has 3 minutes before class starts. “Think barry allen, think barry allen, think barry allen” runs through his mind as he sprints to his classroom, feeling his glasses bump up and down on his nose, his chest burning and breathing feeling like his tongue is the sahara desert as he sits down for the lecture.
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> Class ends
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> Class begins
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> Class ends
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> Class begins
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> The seemingly never ending cycle somehow does end
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> The Boy walks out of his final class of the day and as the sun starts to go down he decides that instead of going home and sleeping for the afternoon, he'd go on a tiny trip.
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> He leaves his university and takes a train ride away to the downtown area of the city he goes to school in. He sleeps on the train. He listens to “Suddenly everything has changed” by the flaming lips. He wakes up feeling like he should probably brush his teeth.
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> The Boy spends his night walking around, meeting a few upper classmen, drinking dollar beers and singing songs he enjoys off key under his breathe while sitting on a rooftop he found an entrance to.
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> This is the last peaceful night he will have for quite some time
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> •RE•BIRTH•
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> “I didn't do anything I swear”- a voice breaks through the air like a baseball hitting a window. The Boy looks around and sees in between the building he's on top of and a store next to it, there's a police officer, a man in a suit, a man that is the owner of a face is currently stricken with disbelief and fear as the police officer walks towards him. The Boy is unsure what to do, the officer’s shadow seems to morph into the shape of a cat, specifically a jaguar. The Boy makes his decision. He runs down the steps that led him to his temporary paradise of dollar beers, a beautiful sunset and his music being free to roam over the air pressure coming from the AC unit on the roof and ride the waves into his ears. Praying to every deity that he isn't late, The Boy rushes through the side door leading to the alley way that he noticed after he decided to get a chair from the bar he was able to get cheap low in alcohol content beers from. “Please wait” he mutters forgetting that people can't hear him if he doesn't speak up. The two men don't notice him, the man in the suit too stricken with fear and the attempts to prove he isn't the apparent criminal in the area that whom he shares a similar description with, and the police officer whose eyes appear to become less and less human and the time passes paying little attention as he slowly drawls closer to the man. The Boy sighs and realizes he can't take the situation lightly, taking a deep breathe and licking his lips he uncomfortably opens his mouth and yells “AY HOLD UP!”.
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> One could say this a terrible decison, one could say The Boy could've went back to his room, done some homework, went to bed, finished his semester and simply went about having a normal life, or as normal as his definition of normal could be.
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> Others could say that this was fate
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> Others could say his choice decided his fate and that he would now have to deal with both the boons and negative connotations of this decision.
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> This tired narrator will tell you, that it was a wonderful experience, a great journey, an odyssey fueled with horror, laughter, the sort of laughter that makes you fall to the floor, clutch your stomach and feel as if you can't breathe a moment, no sound is released from your body, but joy enters your brain as oxygen does your lungs, a wonderful experience that erupted from this decision. Even if it had its faults.
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> The man who seemed more and more less like a person and more like an force of nature that one would would shy away from, turned his head with an condescending look on his face. He glanced The Boy over; sneered, almost awkwardly because who ever really sneers unless they smell something horrid, and said in a calm yet angered tone of voice “Do not stick your foot in water if you cannot swim.” The Boy chuckles in his mind, cause he can't swim, but he reminds himself though he realizes how cliche it sounds, that he can float. He responds, after a quick look at the man in the suit, “well what if I grow gills, will you let me play on your side of the pool too? Or is this Biff thing your main shtick?”
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> The man, whose face seems to slowly shift as his shadow did, gleefully, creepily one could say, grins. “Quite the mouth on you kid, how long are you gonna keep being able to talk I wonder?” He flashes the gun on his hip and the man in the suit makes his own decision.
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> Collecting himself, he grabs his tie and “He's just some college kid man let him go, it's me you got a problem with right? Let's all just chill out, maybe get some beers-” he's cut off as the officer growls. Growls usually would come off as quite silly coming from a human, but this growl seemed more fearful than it would in another situation. The officer’s anger is clear in the way his forehead bunched together and his eyes open in exclaim “ ILL HAVE A PROBLEM WITH WHOEVER THE FUCK I WANNA HAVE A PROBLEM WITH!”
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> The yell is followed by him pulling out his gun, The Boy lists off a series of heroes names in his mind. “Ay dios, why the hell am I doing this” He runs forward. “POP” the bullet is like a lightning bolt, burning the air around the three. The Boy feels a warm embrace. He's reminded of a hug from his grandmother. His abuela. He's reminded of the smell of food in her house, sitting at the table and filling his stomach with edible joy. Arros, fried chicken, habichuelas, fritos,..
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> A case of theft: this story is not rightfully on Amazon; if you spot it, report the violation.
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> Another sort of warmth is felt. A piercing one. He looks down and sees blood seeping out of his purple t shirt. He touches the area in disbelief and sees his brown hands covered in a rich red. He looks up. The officer's eyes are clearly in slits. The officer seems more and more like a beast. His nails seem to have become akin to claws. The Boy wonders if he has soiled himself. or if it is only the fear making him think he feels wetness in a place besides his shirt. The boy remembers the feeling of his mother telling him he grew up too fast, that he was strong in spirit even if his body wasn't. That he was a fighter. He remembered people telling him he could be a leader. Others said a prophet, some said a king. Reflecting on all of this and the possibility that this night could be his last. His finally reminiscent moment was the last words of a man he looked up to that died before he could meet him. Looking up at the officer who could only be called this in the terms that his new porcelain white bulging muscles have not completely ripped through the seams of his uniform, he opened his mouth, with no hesitation, and said “Fuck you”
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> Then he fell.
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> He heard the man in the suit screaming.
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> He heard a voice telling him to get up.
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> He thought it was a boy who he thought was quite pretty at one point in times voice, however he realized it was his own.
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> He got on his knees, and turned his head
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> The beastial man was holding the man in the suit by the ripped pieces of his oxford dress shirt. The Boy felt a draft where the bullet ripped into his shirt. Warmth overcame his body. Unsure whether it was a reaction due to the loss of blood, a phantom sense of healing to cope with the wound, or something more, all the boy knew was that he felt an overwhelming warmth. He felt comfortable. He felt confident. He ran forward , confused as to how quickly he reached the beastial man as he was at least three yards away, The Boy tripped, and as he tripped his fist decided to greet the neck of the beast (the ‘officer’s tail popped out).
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> The beast head promptly fell off.
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> As the theme song to a popular anime series was slowly brought forth to The Boy's mind, he realized his stride was not over. The limits of possibility clearly were going to be tested tonight, something The Boy knew for sure as the beast’s headless body got on all fours, prowled towards its head, and a dark, purple with flashes of a dirty yellow energy reattached it's missing appendage. The beast who seemed to be a cross between a man and an all jaguar crushed the gun it once used with its right hind leg. And leapt forward towards The Boy. The Boy instinctively opened his fist and made a scratching motion towards the beast chest. He noticed a discoloration slightly to the left of the area high school biology taught him where the heart would normally be on a human. Though now normal seemed to have been thrown out the window, the yellow and purple markings on the beast's chest that matched the previous mysterious energy seemed to pulse as a heart would. The Boy’s hand somehow pierced the beast skin, and he found what felt like a stone inside the beast somewhere in between his fear, excitement, worry, and the inside of beast chest. He gripped the stone and dealt with the noticeably quickly leaving pain that came from the beast letting out a mighty roar as he pulled it out. The beast clawed at The Boy, and somewhat like the feeling that came from drinking 4 dollar beers, The Boy wasn't fazed. The claws reached the tip of his nose before they started to dissipate. The man in the suit had , by now , become so shocked he was asleep on top of a dumpster, but The Boy had completely sobered by now. The warmth increased to his hands and he felt the stone become so hot it would've burned his hand yet the hotter the stone became, the better he felt.
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> The Boy looked down at the beastial man and saw that his animalistic features started to fade away, yet the anger didn't. “I was supposed to be powerful now! I was supposed to be able to CRUSH THE PREY, YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO BE WEAK!”- the former beast of a man whines on as he feels the fear the two people he attempted to reign over felt.
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> The Boy notices rope in the corner, it's quite dirty and probably fell out of the dumpster but it works. He feels the warmth build up in his throat, and once again, with no hesitation, says “ Whoever you are, you lost. Whatever the fuck this is? -The Boy holds the hand holding the stone up-” can make you as strong as you want, but as long as you're a shit head, you'll never know what power is.” On that note; The Boy ties the weakened man to a lamp-post, and feels disoriented as he moves faster than he's used to again. He picks up the man in the tattered suit from the dumpster and puts him on the steps of the bar across the street.
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> The boy runs to the train station.
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> He gets on the first train to his university.
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> He gets home
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> He gets in his bed
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> He feels the warmth leave him
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> He takes off his shirt and sees the bullet had fallen out, “Maybe it just hit the first layer of my skin?” The Boy attempts to reason as tears and names of other boys who looked like him who weren't so lucky. He knows it wasn't as simple as he thought.
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> He sits on his bed
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> He looks at the stone and sees a paw with claws on the misshapen center. Focusing on the warmth, he notices it starts to leave his body and enter the stone. A tiredness comes to him, one he has never known before. As The Warmth leaves him, he mentally takes note to put a capitalization next to the S of the Stone. “There's no way this shit isn't special somehow..” he tells himself.
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> The Boy grabs his garbage can and proceeds to vomit
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> He's really tired.
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> The Stone is really hot.
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> He wonders why it isn't burning him.
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> He looks down at it one more time
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> The Paw seems to now have a slowly growing sun in the middle.
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> The Boy welcomes the sweet embrace of sleep.
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> •RE•BIRTH• PROCESS .001%
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> LEVEL 1 REALIZATION ACTIVATED
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> BAD ENDING “police brutality death” OVERCOME
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> NEW PATH OPEN
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> THE WARMTH UNLOCKED
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> THE STONE LINKED
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> THE JAGUAR PURIFICATION PROCESS .001%
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> loading screen..
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> “I always wanted to be a superhero when I grew up. I hope this isn't a dream. Fuck my body hurts”
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> The Boy is snoring softly.
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> this is the beginning, a poor one, but like the young boy arthur it can be great! I just hope you all are okay with watching its growth.
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