《A family of killers.》 Chapter 1 Madness is but a day away. Year 4926 of the twelfth federation calendar The empire has fallen apart at the death of the emperor and in the empire¡¯s place many interstellar sovereignties have risen in its place. One such, is the free city of Maina a planet sized city that has remarkable taken control of the market and is the centre of technology and development. It also acts as a hive world for many magicians and magical items. It is also a place of hope for many citizens of this galaxy. Seekers travel their in mass to hunt while enforcing their magic and technology principles. This world has stood on the brink of a crusade against magic users for many years. This is due the the seekers hated and enslavement of all magic based properties and individuals. It is also due to the powerful voice of the church of divinity making its home their and the support of purest a powerful fraction of Maina higher elite class citizens that often make up Maina¡¯s extremely corrupted called the federation. As well as the majority of all middle class citizens can have only remained so due to the purest fraction and its purity support programs. Although others see the purest programs as ways to keep the middle class below the upper class. And let us not forget it prestigious academy that world rulers from all over the galaxy send their children to learn and play spy. A place of wealth of knowledge to some and a symbol of the class divide to others. A place of peace and prosperity the few. And the source of a bitter hatred to others. The crime in the galaxy is not comparable to the crime on this single planet due to the underworld. The surface enforces a strict rule while all those who sit below are completely forgotten. A vast underground complex of forgotten infrastructure. It is said to stretch deep into the planet''s core. Their is a saying among the inhabitants of Maina. The rich will never stand on solid ground and the poor will never touch the sky. It is fairly actually as most of its ruling class do indeed never stand on nature ground and most of the poor will never see the sky in their lives. The rules of this place? If there were some then it is ruled by seven families each named after a different sin. A group labeled the society is known as the true rulers of Maina. But in reality these families are nothing more than the criminals that enforce their own rule and some of the families in the society do not and instead prefer to work in the shadows. And yet they dance all but untouched by all the rest if the world. As more and more violent groups make their presence known to the citizens of Maina and the mega corporations grow in strength and influence in more way than the general public suspect it reminds me of the last great emperors final words. ¡°Madness is always a single bad day away from today. ¡° ****** I am bored. Life is grey and pointless. It all has no meaning. We can¡¯t escape the heat death of the universe. We are all doom to die at some point. The vast majority of people suffer. Life is without meaning or purpose. There is no god. But worst of all its so boring at time. Emotions are a lie. I look farther and try to focus on the lecturer and oh god my boredom has only grown in power. I feel someone push the back of my head. I turn to see a smiling idiot. ¡° Hey Jax guess what? Guess?¡± ¡°what?¡± He frowned at me ¡°don¡¯t actually guess what. That joke is long dead.¡± ¡° Ok then I am out of ideas. You have completely beaten me. What was it?¡± Jax ¡° Guess what?¡± ¡° Where going in circles here Ken.¡± Jax ¡° ok, ok I got a date.¡± ¡°... Ok but you know that a no means no. So when she said no that means that you don¡¯t actually get the date right?¡± Jax ¡° But it is true. She is even a super hottie. And what the hell do you mean, no means no. You make me sound like a criminal.¡± Ken ¡° Ok then by all means how does one so gifted in the ways of women such as yourself get a date¡± Jax ¡° Believe it or not¡­ she approached me. Can you believe it?¡± Ken ¡° No I honestly can¡¯t.¡± Jax ¡° Shut up you two¡± A far more feminine voice interruptions mine and ken¡¯s man to man talk. It was Ling. Someone that Ken introduced to me at the start of my unit course last year. We got on well enough but I always thought that Ken was making a move so I never really did anything with her. It wasn¡¯t until recently that Ken revealed that he had in fact made no progress on that front at all. I understand Ken you fight your own wars. But the three of us get on well enough and we happen to sit next to each other in class. Ken didn¡¯t have anything to do with that¡­ ok. Usually she not a stick in the mud but we have just finished writing out the exams so I am guessing that Ken wants to change subjects or get his mind off things. And she wants to keep quiet so we can leave early. Or Ken is aiming for me to be at my weakest before he starts bragging to me about something. I guess in this case it''s this ¡®attractive¡¯( to be seen) girl that may or not exist. Well... we will need to wait and see the jury¡¯s still out on that one. I am stuck between him exaggerating about her or she isn¡¯t real. It''s one of the two. If there was a third option then she''s going to use him in some way. I guess that''s fair. because he wouldn¡¯t be so hung up on her appearance if he wasn¡¯t interested in it to a large degree. Well I say that but he is still my bestfriend so I don¡¯t want anything to happen to him. But still there through of him getting in a better relationship than me strikes me the wrong way. Well the three of us are good friends so we will keep silent for Ling. Right now where in a room that reminds me of a opera house. Its big and wide and the back seats are taller than the front seats so that it is easier to see. Red curtains hanging the purest and federation symbols in white. I always like the way red and white looked together. It really stands out to me. As for me right now. I am bored. The teacher has called time and no one is writing anything anymore. And is giving us a spiel about something to do with roads and safety and how if we get found cheating¡­.Well we were allowed to leave not long after. Outside it became apparent to me that today is most likely going to be a bad day. It is raining pretty heavy right now. And I had such a good feeling about the test too. Such a shame. ¡° Hey Jax you going to be ok going home in this rain?¡± Ken ¡° Would you like a lift home?¡± Ling ¡° No I should be fine. There''s also something I have to do on the way their.¡± Jax And like that I shot off down the street in the pouring rain. Well I underestimated the rain because it didn¡¯t take long for me to be soaked to the bone. So I decided to take a detour in an alleyway up a head. As for the choir I had to do. It was because my girlfriend had wanted me to meet her at a cafe today. I have been looking forward to it all day. It doesn¡¯t matter if I get cold so my heart will warm my soul. We have been dating for a few weeks now and I think it is going well. ***** ¡° I am breaking up with you.¡± I watch her back as she runs away. No explanation or excuse. She just simply leaves. Well that just how things go sometimes I guess. Then I feel a hand press on my shoulder and I look over to see the waitress holding a bill. Ahh my girlfrie- ex girlfriend must eat when she is neverious why else would she have ordered 20 full course meals. I am not sure if I can pay this. I will need to cut down on food expensive for a while and I probably can¡¯t get that thing I wanted either huh. ¡° You wouldn¡¯t happen to have a discount for couples would you?¡± The waitress give a fake smile at me and says ¡°This is with the discount for couples¡± The only though running through my head was¡­ what a kind waitress for giving me a discount. ******* After going outside I just stand in the rain. A fog has come over to the point where I can¡¯t see the other side of the street. I feel a buzzing in my head. Oh its my implant. I used to find this feeling so annoying but now it seem odd when I go for a long enough time without it. And it appears my brother has contacted me. If I am not mistaken mothers birthday should be soon so it might have something to do with that. It has been a long time since I have seen my mother. The only family I am really close to is my brother but every since I moved to an apartment near campus I feel as if my brother has changed and that there is a wedge between us. Father was kind enough to fund the rent.. But I still love him and I know he loves me. Because we are brothers and that will never change. I answer it. ¡° Hello¡± ¡°...¡± ¡°...¡± Jax ¡°...¡± ¡° Brother what is-¡± jax ¡° Mother is dead.¡± ¡° ¡­ what?¡± ¡° Mother is dead.¡± ¡° THIS ISN¡¯T A JOKE!¡± ¡° I am not joking brother. Looks like you can¡¯t use her anymore. You know she wasn¡¯t able to pay for her medical bills right. That father cut her off. THIS IS YOUR FUCKING FAULT YOU BASTED!¡± ¡° What are you saying brother. Medical bills. Since when was she sick?¡± ¡° YOU FUCKING HORE. YOU MEAN YOU DIDN¡¯T KNOW OR YOU HAVEN''T BOTHERED TO FUCKIG CHECK UP ON HER! Part of the agreement was that you would look after her you shit.¡± ¡° I didn¡¯t make such a deal¡± ¡° Brother I don¡¯t want to see you at her funeral¡± ¡° What was that?¡± ¡° I don¡¯t want you their.¡± ¡° Hey BROTHER I MIGHT NOT HAVE BEEN THE BEST SON BUT I AM STILL GOING TO MY MOTHERS FUCKING FURNAL!¡± ¡° No you¡¯re not.¡± Click ¡° huh he hang up.¡± I stare at falling rain for a long time. I am not sure how I am supposed to feel right now. I guess it makes the cafe thing much smaller in comparison I guess. I think I should make my way home. But then what? What do I feel right now. I am bored¡­ no I feel empty. Surprising that I am not sad. But I am definitely not happy. Brother called me a leach. Was mother truly sick? If she was and I didn¡¯t know. Do I deserve to see her funeral. How long? Have I done something wrong? Shit¡­ sniff *********** I began to make my way home. I don¡¯t think about the rain or the cold so I don¡¯t rush much. I stick to the alleyways as much as I can. Not so much as to keep clear of the rain or to find a shorter way home. It''s just a feeling. Like I want to hide. So I don¡¯t feel like taking any busy roads. Not like their will be many people in this weather. The rain is heavy enough that every step creates a splash and a puddles have formed everywhere. I see the water pouring into the city''s lower levels through drainage ports in the side of the road. The free city of Maina. I wonder why they chose a word derived from madness to name our city. I guess the planet has its own name? I wonder what that is. Throughs like these are my final attempts to avoid the truth and the pain. I¡¯m thankful for the rain. It is helping to hide my tears. From others and me. I step into another alley only to not hear the sound of the rain. I look around and I see a lack of water. I continue to move forward. In front of me their are a few trash bins. The large one but other than that it looks like a normal alley. I walked along it before. Crash. I fell face first into the ground. I feel a few drops of blood run down my face. Ow it hurts. Shit what did I fall over. A rat? Under my foot I see a large brown rat struggling. It twists around and in a hurry I kick it away. I am a rich kid. I can¡¯t handle rats. I¡¯m surprising good with insects and other animals but not rats. Or at least the diseases they carry. They are sickening. ¡° Oh you fucking bastard watch where you are walking to prick. I swear to god if you did that on purpose I will shove a cactus up YOUR FUCKING ARSE!¡± The rat called out ¡­ did the rat just speak? Did the rat just threaten me? Then it changed form into a bruised little woman. She was beautiful if it wasn¡¯t for one thing, she was small and I mean a fist sized woman not a child. She wiped some blood from her mouth then she raised her hands in defiance and then like a strike of lighting she looked surprised then again at her hands. Then she look up at me. I heard a slight ¡°shit¡± muttered under her breath. Then she collapsed. I was confused. What the hell just happened. ¡° haaaaaa my tummy feels bad.¡± The little person looks up at me and says ¡° peasant! FIGHT ME!¡± Then rather sluggish she tries to stand only to fall over again. Then again. After trying to get up a third time she fall back down to the ground. She look at the two inches of distance she covered and then she looks at me and smiles. ¡° I''m running you down, you peasant he he he. What you gonna cry bitch. Tears won¡¯t save you from me. ¡± then she tried for a fourth time but finds that she doesn¡¯t make any distance. ¡° It''s your lucky day peasant. I have decided to spare you from the fate of death be pleas- burrerrr¡± half way through her sentence she throws up a rainbow coloured liquid. A literally rainbow. It is red on one side and purple on the other. I sit there in confusion over what has happened. Then she throw up again but this time it is only blue. But like a crayon blue with small bits of dry mashed up crayons floating on top. ¡° Umm are you ok¡± I speak with much hesitation. The little girl looks up at me. ¡° You think you could kick me under that trash bin. overnight the rain will probably get worse. Oh actually I might drown if you do that so please don¡¯t. Right?¡± ¡° Huh?¡± ¡° Cos of the rain you prick. Kick me cos of the rain you prick.¡± I walk over to the unidentified thing and ask. ¡° Are you lost. Sorry about kicking you before. I thought you were a rat¡± The little girl looks up at me. I lean over her. She doesn¡¯t say anything just looks at me oddly. Then a single drop of blood falls on her face. I watch as its soaked into her. It is really creepy. Then she springs up and from the white coat she was wearing a two butterfly wings spread and she takes flight. I feel my nose and pull back only to sea some red on my fingers. I rub it off with my jacket. She laughs to herself before once more she fall forward. But this time I am hear to catch her. In my hands she graphs my finger. It feels nice like when a cat tries to play with you. Then she looks up at me and squints. ¡° You have the blood of a untouched warrior. You know not what is in your blood.¡± Then she grabs her chin and continues ¡° I probably won¡¯t make it that far as I am now and boss is still looking for me. I need a place to hide. You will be genirulosely¡­ generously rewarded. Also feed me for!¡± ¡° You need a place to get out of the rain?¡± ¡° That''s right. Will you help?¡± I look down at the small thing in my arms and I think to myself. I have enough problems of my own right now so¡­ ¡° No¡± I drop the little thing on the ground. Almost as soon as it hits the ground it starts punching my legs. It then leans over and tries to bite through my pants. It doesn¡¯t work well for it. ¡° But it¡¯s your fucking fault that my rat camo was destroyed. Take responsibility for what you did to me you bastard.¡± I began to walk away. It is still grasping onto my leg. ¡° Are you just going to leave this defensiveness and weak woman here to fend of the predators of the world. Oh think of all the horrible and evil things they would do to me. Oh the horror. Oh the pain. Whatever will I do¡­ but no you just leave me here but know that my death will be on your head.¡± Ahhh I feel regret. I stand at the end of the alley way and turn to see the little person facing the wall just off to my right. I make my way back to her and I when I do so she turns so that it is her back that is facing me. ¡° Ok I can let you stay at my place for one night. Ok one¡± She turns with a bright smile on her face¡± ahh what''s this¡­ well if you insist what can I say he he he I will grace you with my presence. Peasant tell me what is your name?¡± ¡° Its Jax¡± ¡° Ok Jax you have just made a friend with me the greatest of the fairies queens. The great Que.¡± Well there''s that I guess. ¡° Ok Que. I am Jax it is nice to meet you.¡± ¡° Likewise human. Now than. Take me to food. Peasant. And carry me I am too weak to walk at the moment.¡± Giggling to myself at my own stupidity I pick up Que and place her in my pocket. ¡° Cold!¡± I hear her call out. And I continue home. My thoughts have drifted from the way they were before and into a new direction called Que. ¡°By the way Que¡­ are you magical?¡± ¡° Yep¡­ are you¡­ is that a problem for you?¡± ¡° No. Actually I am curious how it works.¡± ¡° Ok I will teach you later. Although I probably won¡¯t.¡± ******* I live in a one bedroom apartments in on the 239 floor of one of the most highest priced facilities. I stand outside the lobby and look up. The fog has lifted a bit or was just not as heavy here but I can see a full 40 meters above me now. Much better than just before where I could barely make out the other side of the road. I feel Que squirming in my pocket. I make sure to push her down deeper as I walk through the entrance way. I shot straight over to the elevator. I press the button rapidly until I feel a hand grab my shoulder and I turn around. It should he fine. It should be fine. It should be fine. Right¡­ but to my luck it is my friend Ken and¡­ is that Ling. The woman who I became friends with. Oh so those two are together. Hmmm he did mention a pretty woman asking him out and then Ling told him to shut up. Ho it all makes sense now. He he he it ok I won¡¯t tell a soul. It¡¯s not because I don¡¯t want to but that I have no one to tell. Oh god my only friend and I am a third wheel in his eyes. ¡° Ahhh buddy I heard about it. She was a bitch for breaking up with you that way. Who the fuck does that, buying 9 meals before breaking up with you and then bragging about it on social media. She was a cu-¡° ling cut Ken off with a ¡° Are you ok? Jax you should talk¡­ if you want to that is no one is forcing you to do anything.¡± ¡° I don¡¯t feel like talking right now¡± Jax ¡° Nonsense this is the time when friends need to be together the most after all.¡± Ken ¡° Ken is right. We should go drink together¡± Ling ¡° No I am good. Wait how the fuc¡­ wait what do you mean brag¡± Ken looks at me concerned. Ling looks regretful and a little pale. She taps the side of her head to show off her implant link to the network. I do the same and before me I see¡­ comments. Some are on my side but most are joke comments that are taking my situation quite funny. I see my now ex girlfriend saying that this was all something her best friend dared her to too. That dare including dating me. Wow I had forgotten about this nice bit of information. Isn¡¯t today a just¡­ ah fuck this kinda hurts actually fuck I don¡¯t really wanna joke this one off. ¡° Like I said we need to get something to drink. It won¡¯t be good for you to be alone. Let''s hang out like we used to Jax. We don¡¯t need another oh but of course Ling too. You know we hit a good club and bang you will have someone knew to fawn over what do you say. Ha brother.¡± Me and ken are tall guys. But Ken isn¡¯t actually as well built as I am. Despite his outward personality and handsome face he doesn''t like going out much and is in fact a geek. Even has the glasses. We used to but drinking but never to clubs. He always complains about the sounds. I don¡¯t feel anything about them either way but. I also have had a hell of a day. I can¡¯t say drinking my problems away is the right choice but its at least a choice although I cannot see Ling fitting into a place like that but she will still care about me enough to come. I tap the side of my head which removes the display from my view. I have great friends. I feel something rub my hand that shoved deeply in my pocket and I remember. Que a thing. ¡° I don¡¯t feel like doing anything tonight but let''s go out tomorrow for sure ok.¡± ¡° You sure brother?¡± Ken asked worried. It is at this point the the elevator door that arrived during this conversation attempts to close on me. I step inside and turn to Ken and Ling ¡° Thanks but I just wanna sleep this one off. I will be in a better mood tomorrow so lets go do it then.¡± ¡° Ok¡± it was Ling that replied. ****** So soon as the door closes I place my head against the wall and think to myself. Ken. Thanks. I place both my hands on my head. I realized my mistake a little bit later when I hear a small gasp for breath a full 20 seconds after I moved my hand. ¡° How dareith the peasant hold their hand against this most noblith of queens.¡± I shake a little as I feel something sliver up my sleeve and pop out of my collar. I see a snake. Well going but its size it could be large worm with scales. Que morphs back into her human winged form. ¡° That conversation you had with the lesser humans what was it about. I am a great listener and it will help me trust you peasant if I know of a weak point.¡± I look at this thing that''s now playing with my ear. Or well I try to but its outside of my line of sight. ¡° It was nothing I have just had a bad day is all.¡± I feel her step back onto my shoulder. ¡° A bad day. A bad day! You are wrong it is not a bad day because you meet me. Because you meet me today it makes today go from a bad day to a great day that had bad things happen in it. Now speak to me about these bad things. I will make them better.¡± ¡° Why would I don¡¯t even know y-¡° I feel light headed and I feel something pulse inside me head. Every seems to go dark for a bit until I hear a question. ¡° Tell me about these bad things that happened today. What were they?¡± ¡° I stubbed my toe when I woke up this morning. Then I had a surprise exam at school although I feel that I did well enough on it. I was probably not the best but I don¡¯t need to be. Then I went to meet my lover. She broke up with me.¡± ¡° Was that the bad thingy?¡± ¡° No I was also told that my mother died.¡± ¡° Ok so that was the bad thing right?¡± ¡° It was part of it.¡± ¡° Only part?¡± ¡° I might have had a hand in it unknowingly. I feel guilty for not doing more for her now that she is gone. But what hurts me the most is how easily I have accepted the situation despite how much it hurts. I feel emptiness insead of sadness. All in all it feels like it doesn¡¯t really matter in the long run.¡± ¡° Well yeah you have a special blood that will do stuff like that¡­. Oh right your under trance right now so you can¡¯t talk unless I ask. Ok so like you have a fancy bloodline. And remember this it is important ok. You like need to remember that ok. So your bloodline will suppress emotions and do a few other things but for know those things will be a secret ok. But one of those things is call nature resistance. Poison and mind control don¡¯t work on you very well. In fact only the highest level of mind magic will affect you and those effects will be quite small compared to normal people. Except you bloodline is unawakened. So¡­ Is that it. Ok do you intend to harm me?¡± ¡° I do not¡± I hear a clap and instantly throw Que against a wall and fall over. I shove my self across the ground towards the wall. I am shaking in fear. Deep fear. I said things just now that I didn¡¯t want to say to her. No the answer to the question wasn¡¯t me right. There''s no way I feel like that. It must be a trick. ¡° What the hell cough* cough*. Ok I probably had that one coming.¡± I am shaking I can¡¯t help myself. But soon I calm down. Is this what she was talking about. ¡° What are you?¡± Que looks up at me and smiles at me ¡°I said it before didn¡¯t I. I am a fairy queen. A master of magic¡± she grabs her sides and pats her neck and in a much quieter voice she says ¡° If nothing else. Ahh fuck my ribs. They hurt like a mother fucker.¡± I sit up and look at Que. ¡° What do you want?¡± Que laughs a little and says ¡° Of course I just wanna be ya friend. Mwahahahaha cough* cough. Ahh shit my sides hurt like hell.¡± I don¡¯t feel like I will get anything pressing this matter. ¡° Since meeting you how much of my actions have been mine.¡± She looks at me and waves me off saying ¡°Don¡¯t walk down that hole. I can¡¯t even tell you how much of my actions are my own much less yours. You will just go mad if you start doubting everything and it is all but impossible to control someone without them being controlled. At least I don¡¯t know a method. However it''s not hard to influence someone but you could have easily walked away. If there was anything I rubbed your hands to remind you of me but that had no magic. Oh I also cast a type of magic that makes people more accepting when you asked me if I was magical. But it turned out I didn¡¯t need to. Can¡¯t be too safe with the purest running around.¡± She look a bit confused as if she didn¡¯t understand the question earlier then she looks up as if she is questioning something. ¡° Well it not that big a deal.¡± She said. Theirs a ding as the door opens. Just before someone steps in Que leaps at my leg and hides herself from view. I hear in my head ¡° It¡¯s ok we can talk more later. For now act casual. Or don¡¯t the choice is yours. Or is it mine oooooooo¡± And so I casually made my way to my apartment. ********* Once I enter inside my place I close the door. I throw my bags on my bed. My apartment is a nice 5 room apartment. It is the peek of living in my opinion. A nice design of whites and reds. No wood or carpet floors the hole things is floored with a white tiles or cement. It has a roman feel it with a coliseum like pillar in the centre of the lounge room the first room you enter as you come in the door. At the back of that room to the right is the kitchen and to the left is a corridor that has a study, bedroom and a greek style bathroom room. This entire building is made for students of the academy. I live in the city of Manina. To give you a size of this massive city it takes 928 hours by highway to make it outside the city bounds. And even then it is land that was once part of the city but is not anymore. The city is laid out in such a way that it holds two layers to it. The top layer and the underlying underworld. Due to political instability the magical communities are often heavily regulated and due to this people have built a strong distance between these people and others however they are not ban from the streets and many offworld magic races do business however I won¡¯t lie by saying that it would be just as easy for me it get a job and not them. I am not a politician so I don¡¯t really know much about magic races but the laws of the seekers are enforced here. One of the laws of the seekers is ¡® Magical identities¡¯ meaning all magic is required to be approved by a seeker or judge before use.Stolen from Royal Road, this story should be reported if encountered on Amazon. There are various job that required surtain magic. Take the gates or magic teams although modern technology can has has replaced these job their are some where the magical approach is still better than the scientific one. If someone told me I was going to meet a magical being in this high end part of town I would have seen it as a joke. I am not one to rock the boat so even if one was to come here it wouldn¡¯t matter to me but¡­ I know that not many people share my opinion on the matter. The academy itself was forced to separate students who undergo magical study from the rest. Although those who study but are incapable get a few pardons there''s not many. Well these streets are reliable and generally safe despite the lack of heavy policing. Well everyone has one or two laws that they don¡¯t like their are few that strongly effective a ¡® high¡¯ class citizens like me and the others who live here. I won¡¯t say I am proud to be born in the social class I was but¡­ I won¡¯t say I would want to be born in another in place this day and age. Ever year things seem to be getting ruffer and ruffer for them. Magic is seen more as a religion then anything because few races are actually born with the ability to use magic and even among humans each group seem to have their own way of using it much less a race like the elves or orcs. At most you hear rumours of fighting done down in the underworld between gangs and that is at most. And in truth that is mostly lies made up by people like me who were board. To actually be in this situation were I am keeping a magical being on my property is¡­ kind of enthralling to be honest. I don¡¯t think I can be killed for this by a rogue seeker but I might be able to¡­ serve time if she is not registered and something tells me ¡®they¡¯ won¡¯t let a being who has magic that affects the mind move around so freely. To think I could be arrested for this today. But this makes me nervous and excited as well. Why didn¡¯t I take this into consideration earlier. It was completely outside of my mind until that event inside the elevator was over. Now I wonder how much of thinking was done by me. And then I look over at the supposed fairy queen and he sparkling eyes as she surveys my room. She turns to me and a ¡° Do you have some food. Do you keep food on the premises. Give me your food. All of it.¡± Ahhhh I make my way to the kitchen and open the fridge door. I am sure I can cook something up. Yeah there''s enough ingredient. I have to stop myself. Why am I doing this? Am I doing this simply because I was told to or am I¡­ is this because I want food as well. Yeah thats right. Ok I will make¡­ something with some meat¡­ pancakes I feel like pancakes with lots of sugar based products. Yeah I have had a bad day and need sugar to help my self yeah. Oh I don¡¯t have any pancake mix so I guess we''ll have¡­ I will go get some- wait. I spin around to see that Que has buried herself in a collapsed pillow fort that she has made on my couch. She is looking at me in a shocked way. ¡° Why didn¡¯t it work? I was so close to pancakes. Ok I will settle for a big meaty burrito. Ok I am relying on you Jax. Burrito ok?¡± I scowl a little. Did she. No I can¡¯t start questioning all my actions. Well I like pancakes but I feel she said something. No I am sure it is fine. Like she said I would just drive myself mad. Wait did she say that to get me to lower my guard. Oh well I too want to eat burritos. And all the ingredients are here. Mince and wrap bread. I might have some sour cream and lettuce oh yeah I have lots of M.King products so I am sure that I have some M.King mince and M.King wrap bread somewhere¡­ wait did she put the brand in my head. I turn back to her and scowl some more. She pouts and turns away before saying ¡° Don¡¯t. That one wasn¡¯t me you just noticed that your corporate overlords brainwashes us all long ago. And yes M.King are superior. Maybe. Probably not.¡± ¡° Well ok. I still don¡¯t trust you.¡± Jax ¡° And you could crush me with your foot. Like an ant. Am I so scary to you?¡± Que ¡° Ok then Que what do you want from me.¡± Jax ¡° Focus on cooking. I speak later.¡± Que ¡°Sure.¡± Jax ¡° Really? Ok well then I wanna have ice cream after dinner¡± Que ¡°Sure¡­ wait.¡± ¡° Your wrong. The desire for the cream of ice is deeply rooted in all life. You want ice cream to.¡± And like that I cooked burritos. ******* Naallllmmmmhmhhhhmhrrrrr. I bet you''re wondering what that sound is. That is the sound of a small fist sized person mounting a burrito and clinging on with her teeth as she shakes violently in a futile attempt to tear through the bread. ¡° Are you ok their Que?¡± ¡° Hmmmmmmrrrrrrraaaaaahhhhh¡­¡± ******** ¡° That was great. Hooo i¡¯m so full Jax¡± Que call out to me. ¡° Is that so.¡± Jax ¡° Yeah like so full it''s like insane bro.¡± Que say but in my mind the word bro shift around. It was a odd thing for her to say or at least I think it is. ¡° You did eat something that¡¯s triple your height. I can¡¯t express how amazing you were as you ate that burrito. Honestly you were like a great predator. And what''s even more amazing is that you licked the plate clean afterwards too.¡± I was honestly amazed Que blushed intensely and attempting to roll over to her side but her bloated stomach didn¡¯t let her. I have just sat here for a full three hours watching something that can only be described as the peak of entertainment. Que one small bite at a time ate the burrito. I was torn between amused and slightly turn on, and that also disturbed''s me, greatly. Truly I am learning a lot about myself to day especially with the return of the why boner. But now it''s time to ask the important questions. And I have a plan. ¡° Que who are you? Surely someone as great as you cannot be a simple fairy queen.¡± Jax ¡° he he he. Ok I will emit that I am no ordinary fairy queen but I am also an executive of one of the society''s families. The family is the house of wrath and I am the number two in charge. He he he amazing right.¡± Que ¡° You will need to forgive my feeble mind. Society?¡± Jax ¡° Oh right were are a secret society that runs the underworld.¡±Que ¡° huh?¡± Jax ¡° I¡¯m a crime lord, a kingpin, a rebel, an almighty rebel.¡± Que ¡° No if you don¡¯t want to tell me its ok, but you don¡¯t have to lie.¡± Jax Que looks offended. Extremely offended. Ok let''s put that matter aside for now lets ask the important question. ¡° How does magic work?¡± Jax ¡° hooo do we have someone interested in the greatest art of them all are we. Well I would love to tell you but unfortunately my ice cream hasn¡¯t arrived yet so I am at a bit of an impasse here young one. Tell me about the ice cream and it might loosen my lips a little bit what do you say?¡± Que ¡° How about you tell me now so that you can enjoy your ice cream in full and I promise not to ask anything else. Ok¡± Jax Que looked concerned and uncomfortable. Is magic that big of a secret. ¡° I do not negotiate with weaklings but¡­¡± oh is their something. She did add but. Ok I want to know. ¡° But¡­ maybe for a surbordent I will allow then to add an opinion now and then.¡± Que What is this thing saying. Me a surbordent of you. No way. Well it''s not like I actually have to be her surbordent even if I agree to. So yeah what the hell. ¡° So just to make things clear if I promise to be your surbordent you will teach me magic. That includes how to use it. Actually can I use it?¡± Hoh her face is scrunched up is that it. Will my dream of summoning a dragon be possible. ¡°You can use a type of magic maybe but if you want to use my magic you need to swear over a blood pact that you will sell your soul to me so I won¡¯t teach you magic but I could introduce you to someone and I could also teach you¡­ oh if you swear to be my surbordent then I can teach you enchants and the basics of magic arts. I am great at enchants and pre planned magic. ¡± Hmmmm well why not. It''s not like I will actually need to do anything I guess and if it comes down to it I am confident that I could get rid and of her. No first I need to find out what a surbordent is to her. ¡° Tsk!¡± Hmm did she just make a noise. ¡° Ok so what does a surbordent entail.¡± ¡° Actually let''s change the deal ok. So instead of being my slave you need to do three things for me ok. And in turn for these three things I will teach you enchants and awaken your bloodline.¡± I ask with great suspicion ¡°What three things?¡± I take note of how she won¡¯t teach me magic. Que looks around a bit and then seem to think on the answer. She then clicks her fingers and I swear I could see a light bulb ¡° OK so number one is you have to take me to someplace tomorrow. Ok it might be out of your way but it would be best for the both of us if you do so. Second you let me stay at your place. And third arrrrr you need to shake on it¡­ no pinky promise.¡± I feel like I may have overestimated her a little. Pinky promise? Well whatever floats your boat I guess. I reach forward and stick out my pinky. She reaches forward with her hand and as soon as they connect their is a flash of light as a previously out of sight paper that was floating above my head burns away. I look down at Que. ¡° What was that?¡± ¡° Oh that was the contract. Ok so just to make things clear if you break any of the terms and services of this contract you will give me your soul and if I do so then I will give you a soul.¡± ¡° Why not your soul. And WHAT THE HELL!¡± ¡° Hey calm down.¡± Que ¡° Ok¡± I felt dizzy then confused a bit. ¡° Ok so like I said before I come from a shady line of work so trusting people isn¡¯t my best point but now that we have a contract I can trust you also¡­¡± Que flashes me a big grin and continues ¡° It not like you would dare break a legendary pinky promise. Also I think ice cream was promised. ¡± Que ******** I brought Que the ice cream she asked for. And sometimes I doubt myself. Why did I think it would be any different then when she was given the burrito. She attacked that ice cream with the intention to kill. Like a wild animal she carved out her own portion then when she was half way through she fell asleep face down in the ice cream. I took her out. I didn¡¯t want her to drown in melted ice cream. She has probably eaten 1.5 liters of ice cream as well as a hole burrito when she is smaller than my fist and thinner than my fingers. If that is not magic then I don¡¯t know what is. And so after a long I have decided to go to sleep. I was too tired for a shower or a change of clothes. I decided that I would do so in the morning. And then I thought about this strange creature. And of all the things that have happened today. It was a lot. I tool Que and like a fancy cat placed her on her own pillow and then place that pillow at the end of the bed. I then left my bed room and madey way to the bathroom. I sat on the toilet and through to myself about everything. In retrospect my girlfriend was actually the smallest event today. I thought about my mother. And I cried. For the first time since I remembered tears feel from my face. I cried in silence. I feel¡­ betrayed by my brother and maybe I haven¡¯t fully accepted my mothers death in my heart just yet. Today was a painful ride that went straight down. But then there was a small¡­ decline in this rides speed or angle. I forgot and ate with a small smile and now I may be harbouring a criminal in my house. I now have to question my motivation for doing anything. I might learn magic tomorrow and I didn¡¯t miss how she tried to underplay where she wanted me to take her tomorrow. I don¡¯t know if I even have the means to do so. It might all be some big trap. Then I didn¡¯t even believe in my soul yesterday and now it might be on the line. And none of that speaks of my loss. So why am I¡­? Why do I feel so¡­ excited about tomorrow. I check the time with my implant. It an amazing piece of technology that allows my consensus to tap directly into a place called the network. 10:57 pm I should make my way to bed. I will probably need some sleep if I am going to be ready for tomorrow. I get up and make my way back to the bedroom and when I open the door I see that Que is sitting up. I say sitting up but her pose is remarkably similar to that of a greek gods would take. You know like in that painting with the bearded guy lying on his side. I presume a god would take a pose like that anyway. Not quite sure why. She turns to look at me. She pouts a little and squints her eyes at mine a before leaning back and in a extremely calm and neutral voice she asks¡± Do you want to talk about it?¡± I look at her. She has a serious expression on her face is amusing in its own right. She starts sitting cross legged and the taps her waste and says ¡° head here, head here¡± repeatedly in a similar fashion to that of a child complaining. I can¡¯t tell. If she is a carefree or extremely manipulative but I do as she asks. I gently place my head down at her feet. I am now kneeling next to my bed. I hear her complain a little about how heavy my head is but soon I feel a very small hand stroking me. Its very gentle. It reminded me of mother. And how she would comfort me when the nightmares came. How she would stab at the shadows in the corner of my room to show me that they need not be feared. I feel like Que would do the same. I wonder why? I am so tired I think I might just fall asleep. I feel all the worries flow out of me and I feel like something else has entered me. But I don¡¯t feel the need to fight it and soon all things just kinda fade away. But my eyes do not close. ******* A few hours later. I am sorry kid but¡­ I won¡¯t survive on my own if I am not careful, and this can¡¯t be considered carefull. I have to warn them of my situation so they can come help me but in doing so I will need your body Jax or at least your implant. I am sorry Jax but in doing this I will put us both in danger but I need to protect my children from the bad men that will come. Don¡¯t worry Jax I will take care of you. I am a bad person who will do anything to succeed but that doesn¡¯t mean I like it. You have help me far more than you know. I will repay you if possible. I will do so. I see that you are not a bad person and I promise that when this is over I will teach you anything you want to know to the best of my abilities. I will even accept you as a concubine so be grateful peasant for my eternal kindness. I have taken over Jaxs body or at least a part of it. I won¡¯t be able to do much other than access your implant but I will try to ease the pain of your fallen mother. This is not how I usually use my magic but I will dampen your pain and fear¡­ dam I might have made a mistake. Not like I can do anything now. Now then onto the implant. I can hack into this pretty easily because they are designed to be easily windows into peoples minds. I will ask her to place a few walls to protect you from the network but I cannot do anything myself. Sorry I don¡¯t know much about the inner working of nanobots or technology. I can make my way around a inner face but that is about it. But looking through something and making changes are two very different things but lets see ok. I will send a signal to her that will inform them of the attack that will happen tomorrow. I can only hope that the boss will protect my children. Well it''s him so I probably don¡¯t have to worry. In fact boss will probably kill them long before they can attack one of his facilities. He is a ¡®the very the best defensive is a strong offensive¡¯ type of guy after all. I will use the language of the fae. I know she will be able to understand but it will also put Jax in a very dangerous position with the seekers. It won¡¯t be hard for my current enemies to connect me to him as well but in the long run Jax will be ok. I think. If he can survive tomorrow that is then yes he will be fine. Well if he can survive tonight will also be a big if. Or maybe they will miss it and nothing will happen. I hope that is the case. At least for my sake¡­ and of course Jax¡¯s yeah. Anyway if all else fails and Jax dies then I will¡­ so be it. But this warning must be sent. ¡° §Ó§à§ß§Ú §Ò§å§Õ§å§ä§î. §Ñ§ä§Ñ §Ü§å§Ó§Ñ§ä§Ú. §à§á?§Ó§Õ§ß?. :§Ù§Ñ§Ó(§ä§â§Ñ) 7:827397293:0030¡± Message sent to ?????? Message received from?????W ¡° Que. Understood sending K to implant location.¡± Message received from????K ¡° Enemy foot soldiers converging on your location. 18 normal soldiers plus 1 augmented No magic users detected¡± Message received from ?????G ¡° Will recommended best course of action in Two minutes. Operation Name: Que¡¯s incompetence¡± ¡°Well shit! Were... Fucked JAX! Wake the fuck boy we need to go! Now!¡± ******** I feel every come back to me and in a rush I shoot. I feel Que gripping onto my head. I feel her tiny hands slamming into my jaw. ¡° Jax were so fucked. If you don¡¯t get the fuck up right fucking now.¡± < Best course of action suggestion> < Best course of action suggestion> < Best course of action suggestion> < You have received mail> ¡° haaaa I feel like shit. What time is it?¡± < notification: the time is 1:34 am> ¡° Jax get the fuck up¡± I feel Que pulling on my hair and I raise myself up. I feel sleepy and I stumble towards the door. One outside my bedroom I notice a change. I feel good. Now that the sleepiness is gone I feel no negative sensations. The sadness I felt yesterday is gone. I only feel a little happy and excited. Que flies in front of my face and says ¡° Jaxs we need to leave now ok. We are in a bad spot we need to get the fuck out ok. We need to GET THE FUCK OUT!¡± < get down!!!!!!> ¡° What?¡± Then everything lights up in flames. And I feel my body thrown by explosion. It all shifts and rocks and I feel my arm breaking. I can understand everything that is happening to my body. It burns I feel my skin torn off due to the splitting of a bone. I feel my ribs crack as I collide with something that stops my movement through the walls. I feel my ankles twist and snap. And then I land on the ground with enough force to bounce. And I find that I am thinking to myself, why doesn¡¯t this hurt. I am not worried or in pain. My mind is quite clear I have just been in an exposition and I feel nothing at this revelation. Dizziness strikes me and my eyes fade but not my mind. I try to stand but find that only one of my legs is listening to me and that is only partially. I pull me arm into my chest and try to lean against something only to find nothing. I struggle and squirm trying to make sense of where I am and what has just happened. I feel my mind buzz and my implant rings with a message. But the sound is wrong it is not my ringtone but another one. Its playing the star wars theme. After I answered it stops. Then I feel the message come through < confirmation? Are you ¡®alive¡¯> < please choose between options> Without thinking I select yes Now I go silent and try to not move. My eyes scanning my surrounding. To ask for Que. I instantly gain a new doubt towards the nature and alliance of this message. Although I feel like it doesn¡¯t matter much either way. I appear to be in a bathroom. It is not mine and their is a large hole in the wall plus my blood has painted half a wall and a quarter of the floors. I look desperately for Que. I seek guidance in my new situation that I can not fully understand. < please confirm: is Que with you> I see a broken and unconscious Que. I reached forward with my left arm only to hear a crack as I watch the bone that had pierced my skin slide out a few centimeters then stop. It feels weird. Not painful but I can still tell there''s a problem. So I try and use my other arm to do so. I pull her towards me and hold her in my grasp like a mother would their child. < Please confirm if Que is alive> The message shocks me with a surprise but I feel no fear as I consider the possibility only a empty grey like feeling. A sadness if you will and then a joy as I watch Que cough up some blood and then slide up my chest screaming profanities. She then began to roll down me on to the floor. I feel relief overcome me and that grey numbness leave as I listen to her voice. ¡°FUCKING SHIT CUNT BITCH PRICK RETARDATION OF MY FUCKING ASSHOLE FUCK FUCKING BLOODY EVIL WANKER BUGGER TWAT CUNT FUCKER MOTHER HORE HOSE DICK LIKEING SLUT FUCK!¡± She took a deep breath in. It sounded like a painful one but she was breathing. And this brought me a surprising amount of joy considering I barely know her. And then she continued to swear. I reach I began to crawl towards the closets wall with Que still struggling she seemed to follow me towards the wall. I find that one of my feet was bent the other way so that my toes where pointing toward my spine. My other leg was disjointed at the knee. One of my arms was shredded to the point where my bone was in the process of falling out. I was not in a position to walk. Then I hear a soft robotic voice come on over the speaker. < Please form mental link with Que.> < Calculating best survival possibilities> < Ques chance of survival if she was to travel on her own: 50%> < Ques survival chance with injured human 20%> < Dose Que intent to keep the human?> I hear Que come to a sudden stop and she looks at me and bites her lip. I look back at her and to my surprise find I feel no fear to the situation. None at all. It feels less that it is not their and more that it is missing or stolen in this particular moment in time. I don¡¯t expect Que to do anything for me. I did not help for so she could help me. Objectively speaking I saved her with my own intentions in mind. If this is the end so be it. I only wanted her to be a temporary distraction to the pains of my life. ¡°Ok so how do we get out of here? G!¡± < To confirm ¡°We¡±> ¡° I said this guy could be my surbordent slash slave earlier and he agreed to it¡± < Loading> < New best course of action detected> < Que is to use surbordent1 code name ¡°Notjax¡±> < Que is to use S1 or Not Jax as ¡®housing department¡¯ and grant S1 the strength required to escape. This will also confirm your early statement> Que frowned at this. She then look apologetic at me. She then made her way over to me and then she began to cut open my shirt with her fingers like they were skissors. ¡° What did the voice or ¡®G¡¯ mean by housing department. Your not going to actually cut a hole inside me and enter right¡± I ask with much curiosity. ¡° No I am not a barbarian. Well ok remember when you asked me about teaching you magic. Ok let''s do a little of that. I can heal you but in turn I need to pay a price. That is the first rule of magic.¡± < Law 1 of magic theory: All magic has a price that must be paid. Nothing is free. If the right price is paid all things are possible.> < Law 2 The price is dependant on the size of the magic and the amount of energy required to achieve the intended results.> < Law 3 Anything can be used to pay so long as it is under the authority of a gate.> < law 4 The price must be paid in full to see any effect.> Que went on to say ¡° That is the difference between magic users and non magic users is that some born of a race do not have the ability to start this trade in a sense.¡± ¡° In a sense?¡± I noticed she used the words in a sense ¡° Well you see after the first trade then the second one is easy and anyone can do it but the problem is the first one. The first trade is different very different.¡± Que then when onto quickly say ¡°Magical creatures and beings like me can do it after a certain age. Elves can use magic after a ritual where they ask nature to buy them the ability to in exchange nature will get something honestly I don¡¯t know how they do it. We can¡¯t use souls for these magic trades that the realm of demons and angels and gods and things like those or at least you can¡¯t as for me¡­. But the problem is the first time. The easiest way is to allow someone else to pay the price through you but their are extremely few specific species that are capable of this. What I mean when I say this is¡­ take blood magic for example you trade the blood in your veins for a magical effect or outcome so to awaken a young child with blood magic you take some of their blood and you turn it into fire by using their gateway. Something that also works is for a magic user to take another¡¯s gateway and uses it for awhile before giving it back. However this isn¡¯t often possible because one person can only have one gate at any given time so taken on another''s often means hanging over your own and that can be very dangerous but in some cases handing over your gate is a good thing. And as for those who are capable of doing both options well. One of them is the fairy queen like me. However what the price is initially on you. It''s the same for all magic you decided the price and you attempted to make the trade and if the trade doesn''t work then it means your price wasn¡¯t enough. Well there''s a few other things but that not needed right now¡± ¡°Ok so what do that have to do with you living in my¡­ chest cavity?¡± I struggle to finish that sentence. < Answer Que will use your life force to heal your body. She is granting you the blessing of magic.> ¡° Wait how?¡± < By using your gateway or ¡°soul¡± for you.> ¡° Why didn¡¯t we do this-¡± But before I could finish I felt a ball of congealing blood get logged in my throat and then I entered a coughing fit as I desperately attempted to empty my lungs of the build up of blood. Que turned pale and began to shake me. She was saying something but I was not sure what it was. I felt myself began to lose my strength and then I felt something grab my eyelids and pull them open. In my vision was Que ¡°-ay yes. Say yes¡± Like she was chanting she keep repeating herself. ¡°Sure¡­ yes¡± I felt the world shake and soon I was in a strange land. To my right their was no right. To my left their was no left. Above me there was no up. Below me there was no down. There was no forwards in front of me and no backwards behind of me. There was no me before me and no me after me. And there was no I. There was only the trade. A trade of my choice ************* < S1 please confirm your state of being and please give a rough outline of the trade.> I look around the room I was about to die in just a moment ago. I feel like kicking myself for asking questions and letting that conversation drag on for so long. I only now realized how close I was to death. I feel kind of excited. That is not a normal reaction. Actually now that I think about it my lack of fear towards my current situation is a problem. Even when making the trade I spent time making sure everything was alright and felt no rush. Even now at the knowledge of what I have trade I feel nothing in particular that could be described as fear. I also don¡¯t see Que anymore. That does give me this feeling of numbness again. Their was also my lack of negative sensations in my body. < S1 please confirm your state of being and please give a rough outline of the trade.> ¡°19 years of my life span and my body will be placed in perfect and peak human capabilities. That includes all internal organs, senses, mental capabilities and a completely overhauled human muscle system that is based on Ques perception of peak. That was the deal right Que¡± I answered back. < please confirm: Overhaul human muscle system> ¡° That is correct. Although I feel I might have become a bit superhuman I should still be at the very limited of what the human body is capable of but due to the overhaul I have the potential to train myself into an even superior form and even if I don¡¯t work out ever again this is my base strength without effort.¡± Then in the back if my head I felt a buzzing than I heard a speaker. It was Que ¡° I am telling you their was no reason to give yourself abbs are you insane we could have easily gotten you healed for 2 years if you didn¡¯t ask if there was any better options for increasing certain areas. You spent 6 months to add improvement to YOUR FUCKING PACKAGE!¡± Ha ha ha what I didn¡¯t do that. Ha ha ha there was no evidence so it is the perfect crime. ¡° I have no idea what you are talking about Que. None at all.¡± Of course if a tree fall in the woods and screams but no one hears it. Did it really scream? The answer is no. < Please confirm definition of ¡° Fucking package¡±> ¡° Its is absolutely fucking nothing. Ok magic implant.¡± There was no voice only messages in my vision. < Notification: I am not capable of magic> Ok let''s try and move things along. ¡° Ok G. Jax¡¯s is all good now so what is nexted on our todo list please.¡± < Notification: Nexted is not a word> < Objective: make way to lower levels> < Objective: use stars on west side of building in less than 15 min> < Objective: Steal car in lower levels> Ok so let do that but first I ask¡° Where are you Que?¡± ¡° Oh I am-¡° < Objective: leave room> < Objective: leave room now> < Objective: follow objective> < Objective: now!> < Objective: leave room through the hole in the wall> Ok I leave the room and enter another room through the hole into the wall. Or at least I try to but I may have misjudged my great new bodys strength and slam directly into the wall next to the wall breaking down more as I do. I stumbled over after bringing my foot through the bottom half of the wall. I fall forward face first. Yes this confirms it. I felt no fear or pain during that something is wrong with me. I get up and place my hand where the new Que sized hole is and I run a few of my fingers down it. It is hard. My chest muscles are like steal and I have noticed two more things my frame has a more athletic feel to it and my muscles have grown slightly in appearance but monumentally in ability. My hand eye coordination is different it requires a higher level of control and focus however I feel that my precision and accuracy will be incredible if I were to do so. I am in turn capable of the increased mental strength required to properly move due to what I can only assume is the increase in mental strength. < Objective: Become aware of new body regulations and limitations in two minutes.> a message appears in my vision. So was G using my implant. Wait didn¡¯t Que say something about implants controlling people? Before me is a burning hallway to my left and to my right is a path with a similar level destruction to the room that I just left. A trail of broken wall laying on the ground. Bits and pieces of my furniture here and there. I look to my side and look for the closest room number. 7299 I was 7301. A nice room with a view. It''s gone now a fiery pit of what was once my place. She said west side so that is the way I will do now. < Please hide in room 7287> I slink into the door to that room. It has a mechanical lock which might explain why it was opened for me and locked as soon as I entered. There was no lights on inside. I hear the sound of footsteps pass by soon after. I count the shadows that pass by the door. 7 < Objective: west side> ******** I once more do as I am told and leave. I do so without panic or worry. They seem to have left me recently. The further I go the more I come to realize that I am still unsure of the situation. I continue forward because I don¡¯t feel the need to know. I arrive at the stairway on the west side of the building but I noticed one thing. There is a fire alarm that automatically activates when someone attempts to open the door. < Objective: wait 0.000000000000000000000000000003 seconds for G to disable alarm> < Objective: Feel shamed> < Objective: Run> I push open the door without hesitation and began to attempt to run downstairs. It is a wobbly run and I need to grip the handrail but I am gaining speed and stability as I go. Hahahahaha I feel like I am flying I am running faster than I have ever done, before long I receive another message. < notification: I like people who listen to me> < Objective: make me like you more. Please> I feel a small smile form against my better judgement. I feel odd knowing this individual ¡®G¡¯ can tell if I am running or not. It¡¯s not a bad odd but a weird odd. Although I am slightly uncomfortable I will take that as my situation rather than G¡¯s comments. < Objective: Jump left!> As soon as I see that I jump to the left and not a moment later I heard a door kicked open and two gunshots pass me by and hit the wall in front of me. < Objective: Run to door at bottom of stairs> < Objective: Do not get shot> I feel warm knowing that the all seeing eye cares about if I get shot or not. Gives the all seeing eye a surprisingly human quality to it. I more or less sprint down the stairs without issue. I seem to easily outrun the source of the gun or guns... I hope but time will tell. I get to the door and without slowing down my speed I run right into the door. It flies open and I pass straight through. I close it soon after I am on the other side. < Objective: Wait behind door> I do so and soon someone passes through. A man cloaked in black riot gear holding an assault rifle with a laser sight. < Objective: Break neck from behind> What? I step back and bump the door leading it to close again. The man spins around but at the same time another message appears. < Objective: Place hands on the side of head and twist until non life> I see the gun he is holding is about to be pointing at me. In fear I lung at the man and grab the two sides of his head and in my attempt to twist I push one arm forward and pull the other towards me expecting to see a scene like in the movies. Although something I am sure is shown in a movie instead of snapping his neck I throw the head madly to one side slamming him into a wall. A line of blood flows down the wall. ¡° Ahh¡­ did I just kill him¡± < notification: Target is not dead just unconscious> ¡° That''s goo-> ¡° What why if he is unconscious then surely that is fine no? Why should I!¡± < notification: Target has seen your face. If target survives you will be identified Jax Green> < notification: Individual assisting wanted fugitive Que is currently unknown and all evidence linking Jaxs to Que has been removed or hidden. If target survives your identity will be discovered. I have hidden you out of good will. Do not insult me> I look at the man on the floor. He was knocked unconscious but I don¡¯t know how long someone stays that way. The first thing I do is take the gun from his hands. It¡¯s different from what I expected. It feels much more lighter than I expected it would be but that might be because of my new body, or my new state of mind. I look back down at the man. < Objective: Kill man within 2 minutes> < Objective: kill man within 1:59 minutes> < Objective: kill man within 1:58 minutes > A countdown starts in my head. My thoughts buzz and whirl but in the end I noticed something. I can objectively delcar the murdering of this man as something I shouldn¡¯t do. But I the more I think about the situation I am beginning to fail more and more at seeing why I should not kill this man. And I still feel no fear. I am not carm right now but there''s no fear. < notification: Do not insult Que> < notification: You being identified will lower predicted survival rate of que from 27% to 12%> Is that true. I think back to why mission success rate is so low in the first place. Even if she said I was her surbordent she had no reason to take me. And I feel there''s a reason why I can not see her despite hearing her swear every now and then. If me getting magic was so easy I wonder why there are not many others like me. Maybe their are and they just don¡¯t flash it. I point the end of the gun at the mans head and turn my sight away. I pull the trigger and I hear the bang. I feel a splash of liquid hit my face. I also feel the but of the gun slam into my chest. It nots the wind out of me and I find it hard to breathe for a few seconds but when my breath comes back it is heavy. I breath heavy for three breaths then I feel¡­ fine. I feel no fear or pain. I feel a bit¡­ empty. I look back and see that the hole head had vanished and exploded. Blood and gore paints the wall and me. But on me it mixes in real well with my own blood. < objective: escape the building by stolen car> I continue onwards... to steal a car lr other similar vehicle. Chapter2 Got to catch a train I stand before a car. It is a beautiful sports car. A bright red car and just to make sure I ask. ¡° Are you sure that this car is the most expensive car in the hole garage G¡± < Correct> I have noticed that the notification and objective might be¡­ completely pointless or not necessary for this G commutation to me. I will have to ask later but for right now I have something else I must do. I walk along side the car my hand runs across its side as I do. I hear a click as the door opens and I sit inside the car. < confirm: you know how to drive a car> Sure how hard could it be. I press my foot to the petal and¡­ instantly crash in the wall behind me. My face slams into the wheel before bouncing back up straight. I grab the gear stick and once more I go forward at full speed and¡­ I instantly crash in the car in front of me. < Notification: or you are trying to fly a spaceship because whatever you are doing isn¡¯t working.> I will show you. I press my foot on the petal much slower than before. However I hear a loud scraping noise. I get out and look at the car. I somehow managed to scrape off all of the paint work. Then I see something else. A line of fuel is burning a hole through the ground. That just how things have been ever since they built a cold fusion engine. Fule is extremely deadly and heavy regulated so that only the most wealthy of the wealthy can use it while cheaper cars often use a more volatile makeshift version or public transportation. There are even transporting pads laid throughout the city at many key intervals and at least ten in each district. I heard their is a powerful one that can send people to a different planet a the centre of the city. ¡° Ok G please tell me what is the second most expensive car is¡± < Objective: 17 paces back 6 paces right. the green one> ¡° The green one¡± < confirmed: The green one> ¡° The green one¡± < confirmed: The green one> ¡° I don¡¯t believe you¡± What sat before me was a small car that wasn¡¯t even as tall as my shoulder. It has a flat face and doesn''t look cool as well as various other things such as a green paint with pink windows. ¡° What other options do we have. One that don¡¯t involve cars because I cannot drive¡± < notification: if you can make it to society controlled space you will gain a predicted survival rate of 93% however you have a 12% chance of surviving the journey.> < Please identify an option> That is¡­ so do I play it risky or do I play it safe. Either way it seem quite dangerous but¡­ it doesn¡¯t matter how big the rewards are if you never get to see them. ¡°I am in charge and I say the first one. Take us to our territory.¡± I hear Que call out and I guess that settles it then ok. K. Who is k? < Objective leave from the south side exits in 3:48 minutes. I will guide you with time> ******** ¡° Hello hunny bun. Yeah it me I am going to be a bit late again today. Do you think you can tell mommy or big sis for me sweetie.¡± A man in a crisp black suit drove down an empty road holding a phone. He had a pair of black shades covering his face that will displaying messages of between three individuals. One titled G and the others were titled S1 and QQ. He frowned as he saw the message which contained a brand new set of orders. Silently he cursed this S1. His feelings for QQ had already long passed the point where the word hate works. He guessed that everyone had people they hated working with well for him that was QQ or Que. However he still prided himself on his professional nature when it came to his work. He knew what would come next was one of the most painful and difficult things he had to do in his life. Que was a friend who had saved his life numerous times and had in danger it twice as much. He had been shot, stabbed, cut, blead, electrocuted, poisoned and choked. But this was without a doubt the hardest part of his job. ¡° BUT Daddy you said you would tuck me in today. You promised me that daddy. You promised.¡± His face warped with pain but his voice continued on as if nothing had changed. It was a deep voice that sound a bit like a loud whisper. In his years of service his throat was destroyed crushed under the weight of a punch but he had it repaired but¡­ he would sometimes think back on his real voice that was changed forever after that event a deep sorrow would feel him up when he released that his daughter would never hear his true voice. ¡° I am sorry¡­ how about this why don¡¯t we¡­ go for ice cream this weekend and daddy promises that he will¡­ own you one daddy point¡± He heard the curious little voice come back and then. ¡° What is a daddy point¡± the small voice spoke with a level of seriousness that made K chuckle deeply to himself. ¡° You can command a me to do anything you want and I will do that action for that daddy point.¡± ¡° Really. Then I want 1 no 10 liters of ice cream¡­ mommy is watching just make sure you get the stuff. Ok¡± The man felt himself lose control of his smile as a new voice came through ¡° Busted. You¡¯re going to have to tell me all about this bribery you children¡± The man almost cried when he heard a small voice grow quieter as it moved away. ¡° You are doomed father. DOOOOOOooooooommmeeed¡± ¡° Ha ha ha ha ha¡± he couldn¡¯t help himself but laugh at that and he laughed some more at what was said next. ¡° So do I get some husband points¡± He smiled to himself. He said ¡° You hold a monopoly over the currency already how greedy can you get, huh¡± Then he frowned as G began to spam him He grunted a little and his wife picked up on that. ¡° You need to work¡± ¡° I need to work and¡­ it probably going to be a long night.¡± Then he heard the sound of a door opening in the background and his wife speak. ¡° Ok I understand¡­ oh May your father won¡¯t be here tonight¡± ¡°So?¡± ¡° Come on don¡¯t say that. Tell your father that you- don¡¯t walk away from me!¡± The man felt a deep sadness and guilt. There was nothing that he wanted more than to be their right now. He felt the love of his wife and children was his most important in existence. He felt that he had failed May his eldest daugh ¡° I¡¯m sorry she must just have had a bad day. When will you be back¡± Pushing the unpleasantness out of his mind he says ¡° Not sure but I should probably get going. I love you¡± ¡° I love you as well my dear¡± ********* A man in a thick black trench coat stood in a hallway overlooking a headless corpse dressed in black riot gear. He bent over and pulled out the individuals wallet and open it to look inside. Mark wallace was the name sewn into the top of the wallet and a picture of a man and a pregnant woman was their. The man''s expression showed no change until he place the wallet back into the man''s pocket. ¡° I am sorry that you¡¯re face will never be seen by your child Mr Wallace¡± Then after speaking the man bent down again and started to look over the corpse for anything out of the ordinary. He felt the bullet hole where the head should have been and the angels at which the gun was shot. He ran his hand up the line of now dried blood up the wall until he reached the top where he stopped because he felt a small crater in the side of the wall. Head shaped but less then a few millimeters in depth but still. A deep crack in the wall had formed but was hidden by the blood.The man amused himself with the idea of him performing and action that requires an similar level of strength and made the judgment that he would be incapable of it. He then took the position of the body and remembered the location of the two bullet holes up the stairs. Through those two holes he came to the conclusion that Mr Wallace was chasing someone who hide behind the door and got the drop on him. The man came to two conclusions about the attacker. The first was that he was inexperienced. Extremely inexperience. And yet he was able to hide from Mr Wallace. Although according to his phone Mr Wallace had little to no combat experience and was a expendable personal he was still equipped with modern weapons and lost. There are many things the man can pull. If the man was to make a guess about our targets support. He is most likely a non combative personal with deep experience commanding a operating operations while never getting combat experience. He has one of four abilities. Physical strength arguments class 1, is a non human with extreme effect muscles, is at the peak or slightly beyond human capabilities or the less likely one has magic strengthening 1. Magic strengthening 1 is the least likely due to the expected combat experience required to use that properly and due to the building he was staying at a non human would probably not be allowed into the building itself so that is also out. It¡¯s possible that he is just freakishly strong but the most likely ability is a technology augmented strength. These can be brought for the right price and easy enough to get the surgery in the black market. If my prediction is true about him or her having experience as an operator then he will surely have the funds and the knowledge of where to go. Now what does that mean going forward for me. Most likely he or she already has a plan of action so I need to think¡­ how can I destroy that plan without giving the target the means to escape. Also I should also consider the possible that the target has already escaped or gained more assistants. Ha lets just burn this place to the ground and¡­ bounty. Yeah lets do that. This place is probably one of the few places that the society doesn¡¯t control yet and that mean their are a lot of people here who don¡¯t know much about the society. I can use them as my eyes and ears. After all if the target can get in contact with the one named Wrath it is game over for us right. Although I was paid to capture them they somehow slipped through the building and survived my rocket launcher. Ahhhh should I just run and get off planet. No I am not sure I can. Any way it''s not to late. If they travel by car I can probably get them by license plate scan and if they go by foot they will be tracked down easily enough. So that leaves¡­ teleportation and the rail line. Ok The man took out a coin. And flipped it. It landed on the corpse of the headless Wallace tails up. The man looked at the coin for a few seconds and he took out his communication device and spoke into it ¡° They are planning to use the rail line. Everyone get to it¡± The man breathe out deeply and took out a magnum and open it to see five of the six bullet slots empty. He then loaded in the five more. He mused to himself. Did I really use five bullets today. He then spoke back into the device ¡° Somebody get me a ride. I feel the need to go myself¡± Do not fear Wallace I shall avenge you. I am sorry that I can never bring your child the justice but I can answer your revenges. So long as I don¡¯t have to die in the process. The least I can do is pretend to care. Because I hope someone would at least do the same for me. Although I fear I might not be so lucky. ********* In a dark dingy room hundreds light up. Each screen displaying something different. In the centre of the room a humanoid robot sat at the centre. Hundreds of thousands of wires came together to form larger wires and then cords and then once again and again multiple time until there was ten of dreadlocks or braids flowing into the back of a metal skull. The skull was pressed against an ipad however this was a symbolic gesture because there was no working video recording or camera instead it¡¯s or ¡®her¡¯ eye socket. From the neck down stat a human like system of cords, steel bars and pistons all to properly represent the human body. However such things as skin and organs where not present in this human replacement. Although a metal heart had been left on the floor in some place. If one was to draw their attention to the monitors that surround the room that upon closer inspection was actually in the shape of a sphere they would find that the monitors were all displaying cats at the bottom left of the screens. The rest of the screens were all used for one thing. It was in this singlar room all operations of the crime family of Wrath was coronated. And there was a reason they were called a crime family. From drugs, prostitution, smuggling, kidnaps, to the assassination of high profile target. However what would surprise people would be the amount of blackmail that occurred in this room. G ,Great or Grant. These were her names. Each from a different source. G came from those she used and the police that sought her head. Great came from her self. It was in her opinion the only name the truly showed her nature without revealing a piece of herself that could be used against her self. However the name Grant had a different meaning to her. It was the name she valued most. It was given to her by one man. A man named Wrath. She doesn¡¯t know much about this man however she will do anything to find out. And in her opinion the most likely source for that information is the brain of a fairy queen called Que the one Wrath placed second in charge. She has always question this decision but not because Que lacks the skills required. She was here so it didn¡¯t matter who was second in charge so long as they listened to her and if they didn¡¯t she would find a way to make them. By Que understood her greatness and her place and often left the decision to ¡®her¡¯. However there was still a reason why G didn¡¯t think Que was a good decision. It was because she lacked the heart. Que was far too kind for this line of work. This has in truth been a source of worry for G. It is why is has decided to watch the man named Jax very closely. So far he has not disappointed G¡¯s expectations. This is a great thing for Jax. If he over shot her expectations G would get suspicious and probably kill him off. If he failed to meet them then she would simply remove him for that reason. It is because in G¡¯s mind Que has a weak heart. As Wrath said. ******** < Notification: You get hurt to easily. How do you survive?> Jax is currently crouched over behind a bin. ¡° Buuurrrr¡± ¡° Fucking stop!¡± Que calles out in horror and fear as she swam and struggled to escape the shower of vomit that fell down on her. But she was trapped inside the bin there were wall on all sides and no escape for her. Her wings were actually kind of stupid as they don¡¯t work when weight down. And the vomit was enough to do just that. If one wanted to know what happened they would need to go back a few minutes. Jax quietly made his way through a back alley way. He wanted to take a main road claiming they would be quicker and more effective then he remembered that he was currently covered head to two in a bloody rag of what was once his school uniform. He was missing a sleeve and a pants leg. He also had no shoes. Jax lamented on his inability to drive. ¡° Can¡¯t I just trade some more life to be able to drive?¡± ¡° You fucking¡­ if that was possible then I wouldn¡¯t be in this fucking mess¡± again Que¡¯s voice came from an unidentifiable source but it now felt closer than before. Extremely close. I stopped and started listening to something. It took me a few minutes until I released it was a heartbeat. ¡° Couldn¡¯t I just tade more life span for knowledge on how to drive?¡± < NEGATIVE!: Que is not in a condition to allow you to enter that place at the moment. You are lucky most magical people have to go by trial and error until they discover a price that the gate will accept.> ¡° Huh¡± < notification: The knowledge of prices is something is not something given for free. The idea of successful magic on the first try is usually impossible but due to Que it is possible, based on her knowledge and her ability called price share> Then Ques abrasive voice rang through my head ¡° Its combine. COMBINE. Like is the power rangers I get some people and like start penetrating myself into them¡± ¡° I¡¯m sorry can you phrase it in some other way that doesn¡¯t involve penetrating me please Que¡± Jax asked < notification: That is not important. What is important is like all things it has a price> < notification: Que can only pay so much for you> Jax suddenly started to feel sick. He began to stumble before almost collapsing over a garbage bin. His arms shot up and onto the wall he legs stumbled and shock and he grew more and more pale. < notification: it would be better for you too wait> Jax still struggling was able to comprehend that their was most likely a correlation between their conversation and what was happening right now. < notification: seek a quiet place. > Taking the trash can with him Jax made his way deeper into the alley. Jax was extremely pleased that he was not in a sky tower or else police and ambulance officials would have jumped him already. He desperately tried to keep himself up right by clawing at the wall next to him. Until he felt something started thrashing around inside his mouth. He eyes widen as a small foot broke out from his mouth to which as if the seal was broken he released the contents of his mouth a throat in the bin. Looking down he saw a small snake slivering inside his vomit. He mused himself wonder about the how? Until he remembered the elevator yesterday. ¡° Que?¡± His answer was greeted by a small sobbing sound followed by a ¡° I hate this, I hate this¡±. Jax still looking so focus on what had just happened. Then he smelt it and once more he throw up but this time straight onto a semi crying Que. Que look at him with pure hate. Jax looked back and smiled and said ¡° We will be laughing about this later trust me this is a bonding moment in the making¡± ¡° Fucker¡± was Ques reply. ****** Seven armed men stood rifles at the ready facing the only entrance to the room they were currently in. 2 days a total of 59 people were hired by a fake company to act as security. They were shipped over to a tower so tall it pieced the clouds. Their they engaged in extreme brutality towards the local presence in what would become known as just another of the many high number killings that have been occurring recently. But what these people did not know. Was that this tower would become their tomb. Of the original 59 few remained. Other than the seven here there was two squads out side the door and their employer standing behind them.Unauthorized use of content: if you find this story on Amazon, report the violation. Each clutch their weapon in fear. As although they couldn¡¯t see what was happening they could hear. The monster that had slane half their number in but a single hour had finally arrived on the top floor. All eight of the people present paid strong attention to that door for they knew that it was only a matter of time until it came through that door. ¡° Die! Die! Why won¡¯t you just fucking die¡± ¡° Freak monster. Why won¡¯t bullets work¡± ¡° What the fuck are aaaaarrrr.¡± ¡° No no get away aaaaa¡± ¡°Please. No! Monster aaaaa¡± ¡° Hold your ground. Nothing is imorta- Aaaaaaa¡± ¡° Shit CAPTAIN!¡± ¡° We got to go!¡± ¡° We don¡¯t stand a fucking chance!¡± ¡° Quickly to the right fire! Fire!¡± ¡° There''s no point it the devil. The devil is here to-¡± ¡° Tommy. Fuck he got him.¡± ¡° Are we doomed no we can¡¯t be- Get away! Get away! arrrrrrr¡± ¡° Bang! Bang! Ha! ha! ha! ha! ha ha¡± ¡° Shit! It like my bullets never reach!¡± ¡° Genade! Out!¡± ¡° He caught the grenade get down¡± ¡° No! No! Don¡¯t come near me with tha-¡° BOOOOM! ¡° ...Is it dead?¡± ¡° ¡­ My god it still moving what the fuck. Keep shooting it¡± ¡° Retreat! RETREAT!¡± ¡° Where!¡± ¡° Oh god Terance is dead¡± ¡° What how did it get behind us NOOOO!¡± ¡°... Is there anyone else here¡­ hello? Anyone their?... Ok onto the next and last ground guess ha ha ha ha! ha! ha! ha!¡± Then the seven heard it. Knock knock. What ever had been responsible for the massacre just outside was laughing. Laughing as he made his way closer to the door. Each step clear and define despite the almost deafening laughter. The sound weased and twisted the guts of all who heard it not because of a deep underlying repulsion but due to its almost childlike happiness. Whatever was laughing was without a doubt enjoying the situation to a almost addictive degree. It was a powerful voice that boomed as it drew closer to the door. A few steps away now. Then it stopped. Knock knock. And the door was lit up with heavy machine gun fire. The door covered in holes the men held their breath as they heard the sound of salt pouring through some of the holes in the shape of a human. The man on the left of the seven was first to speak quickly reload. Then like a rocket something red brok through the door and charge down the man who just spoke quietly lodgeding a large wooden chair leg shaped piece of the door through the man throat. Bang bang. The two closest to this sight pulled out pistons and opened fire. The but like a blurr ¡®it¡¯ pulled the now dead man in front of it. It leaped at the man on the furthest right grabbing his head like a bowling ball with one hand before leaping in the shadows dropping the corpse in the process. It then through the corpse at the man in the back who was simply watching this unfold until now. The man pulled out a few sticks of chalk. As the corpse approached him he snapped one of the stick. It then vanished before the man swiped at the flying corpse. Suddenly and without warning the corpse was split in two. The cut mimicking the way in which the man or the ¡®employer¡¯ swipe his hand. The employer looked back only to see a red blurr strike once again. This time sprinting past another man who has his leg ripped of and used as a club to destroy the head of the man next to him. The man who had his leg ripped off falls to the ground screaming as does the other victim just without the screaming. Bang bang bang rapid machine gun fire assaults the blur that stopped for only a moment to reveal the true appearance of his nature. A pale thin man with long red hair and a deep red coat, unbuttoned with black plates of metal running down his front that allured to deep abs and a well trained body.. Horror assaulted the shooters eyes as the bullets that would logically make contact with the man instead it was small clusters of white salt that exploded in the bullets place leaving ¡®it¡¯ completely unharmed. But what brought the horror was it¡¯s smile. It was a charming smile. A smile that one would think to be present on the happiest day in the world. However his eyes showed a different story. It told the shooter one thing. He was something beyond angry. It once more taking off in a beast like approach by using both his arms and legs to shot forward but not before pegging the severed leg at the closest light source leaving all in darkness. The darkness was occasionally occupied by small bursts of light that would soon be followed by screams as those desperate few left. The employer bolted for the door as he heard the last of the men die. He step pass a widow that allowed the light of the moon to enter and stumbled before falling. The employer turned around and drew out one of his chalk pieces. He scream a beastal road into the darkness ¡° COME AT ME! I DON''T FEAR YOU! COME AT ME¡± Step step. The employer heard the steps approach him slowly. Until he step into the light. The man in red looked down at him. The employer screamed and broke the chalk before swiping madly at ¡®it¡¯. The continued this until he watched it¡¯s shoulder exploded then he felt his innards tear as he hear the sound of flesh snapping under its own weight as a v shaped cut began to from between a broken and freely hanging shoulder the soon made it all the way to the hip before falling off but before it had fallen to the ground a new arm and shoulder had grown in its place. This to anyone would have been an extremely painful process and that only segmented that the thing before the employer was an it because It made no changes in expression, speed or stance. The only thing it did was continue as it was before as if the process had never happened. The employer then squealed and watch as this scene unfold. ¡° You trade chalk for what¡­ is it a wind blade or a thin line of something highly pressure raised that you launch at your enemies. A simple magic but surprisingly uncommon due ti the difficulty of targeting.¡± The employer now a sniveling mess as he crawled backwards deeper into the moonlight it became apparent the the man had pissed himself. The employer then stopped and look valiantly at ¡®it¡¯ before stating ¡°The path will never forgive you if you touch me¡± It glared at the man. It spoke with a voice loaded with angry ¡° No it is I who will not forgive the Path. It is too late I have already decided that every one of them is going to die.¡± The employer look up ¡° No matter how strong you are you are but one man you can¡¯t, they will kill you¡± ¡°I would welcome it. Let''s see how far they can go until they realize.¡± ¡®It¡¯ then reach forward with its hand and simply grabbed his ankle and watch as the employer turned to salt. Wrath then shifts through the salt pile until he pulls out a chalk piece. He notes the strange S like symbol on the side that been cur into it. < Question: If you can turn people to salt by touching them why didn¡¯t you do it to everyone. Instead you beat everyone to death slowly and wit efficiency. You could have at least used your guns or a single bladed weapon but no you wanted to use your hands. And why Wrath?> It or Wrath listened to the hijacked PA system as Wrath mused on how my Grant sounds like a nagging wife at time. Wrath nodding to each of Gs points as he smiled to himself before saying ¡°Thank you Grant without your help I would never have of been able to be so selfish in my killing methods and not leave any survivors if you didn¡¯t disable the elevators first. Truly you ¡®grant¡¯ my every wish with your greatness. But you see efficiency is not fun so when I don¡¯t feel the need to get serious I feel the need to have fun. But I couldn¡¯t do this without you. You are the greatest thing that has ever happened to my life. ¡± < Of course> ¡° You forgot to add the notification thing you do¡± < Notification: Of course> ¡° No I don¡¯t mean you have to add that. In fact I like it better when you don¡¯t. It helps me feel more casual around you G¡± < negative. Formality is important between hierarchy.> Wrath seem to turn and stare at and empty darkness. He did so for a few minutes until. ¡° It would appear to be an enchantment based magic. Prepaid allows for¡­ those who don¡¯t know the spell to use it easily enough but they are dependent their items, most of the time being able to use magic themselves. The way it uses magic is like ammunition from a gun. The item is the bullet and you are the gun¡­ a very common uses of magic. Well it is used by everyone for a reason.¡± < Do you wish to follow up on this ¡®Path¡¯.> ¡° No despite what I said. The only reading I said it is because the Path is like a cockroach they just keep appearing despite however many time I have tried to destroy them and because someone was watching me through the implant in the guys head. I assume they are in truth just a part of a much wider hole¡± < Sounds as if you have experience with them?> ¡° Yeah I do¡± < Recorded> ¡° You seemed big on the hole find out how I came to be¡± < Your age: unknown> < Your name: unknown> < You''re magic: unknown> < You¡¯re weakness: unknown> < Your origin: unknown> Wrath turned to look out the window. ¡° What do you mean I told you my magic ages ago¡± < Immortality/ invincibility to all non magic attacks/ instantly regeneration> < You can¡¯t teach me magic law then immediately show me an something that doesn''t follow them and call it logic > Wrath giggled ¡° I¡¯m 24, my name is Wrath, you just said my magic and as for origin I am the head of the Wrath household ¡° < That is not how magic works. You can¡¯t just be that. All things have a price> ¡° The purpose of magic to try and cheat the universe. That''s it. If you asked someone 100,000 years ago if we would ever set foot on a different planet they would laugh and tell you it''s too far. And look at us now.¡± < We reached the stars via scientific research and improvement not by magic> Wrath didn¡¯t say anything. He just smiled. It was a strange smile like one a child had if they just discovered that they were right and the other was wrong. But his face turned serious when he asks G to. ¡° Report on Que¡¯s situation¡± < notification: Q and S1 have made it to the rail line and where about to board however Que has begun to suffered from the side effects of her ability and so we have had to start the separation early despite my advice to wait until they were on the train with K¡¯s protection. However K has also not arrived yet due to a prolonged conversation between him and his¡­ offspring. I have also deames now as the best time for the separation to occur> ¡° As for S1 himself?¡± < Apparently he was conned into Que¡¯s serves after offering her a place to stay and a meal. Since then I predict that Que may have¡­ tampered a little with his mind. As for background he is clean and in fact he is a perfect condition for recruitment. However I believe more time is required to judge his personality due to Ques tampering. He was able to use Ques ability to trade for more than expected however if his magic skill is due to Ques ability and not innate talent is still the most likey prediction with it being 60% believed. Due to the limited recorded uses of Ques ability I can not make a more¡­ precise prediction. Regardless S1 has given me valuable information regarding Que as well> ¡° Anything of else of note about S1 or his background?¡± < Yes and no> ¡° Explain¡± < his father is a upper middle tier noble. While his mother is recently deceased. What is of note it the possibilities of someone, most likely S1¡¯s brother tampering with evidence of murder and the corpse was heavily disfigured. It is possible that S1 may be at the doorstep of something but further investigation is required. But all in all S1 is clea. I confirmed via implant mind scans that S1¡¯s reason for getting closer to Que was because he wanted to distance himself from the events of his life for a while while still holding the intentions of giving assistance to her . This is also what I have predicted to be the case as well. > ¡° So he is a clean and naive young man who let a poor woman into his home in the hope of helping her but instead got his mind played and tampered with. He is now on the run but due to the tampering he holds no negative feeling towards Que even seeing us as his helpers in the situation. That is good¡± Wrath turned away from the widow and began to walk away. He picked up a phone that had be placed carefully at the foot of the stairs. He didn¡¯t call anyone and he didn¡¯t receive any either he just started talking. ¡° Hey G why do they always think I am alone and not the leader of a organisation?¡± And yet G reply through the phone. < Because you are a glory hog who likes to do everything yourself> ¡° You will explain to me how Que tampered with his mind¡± ¡° Que is our top priority. Followed by K then the families interests. S1 doesn¡¯t yet make the list of my concerns or worries. But keep an eye on him. Also don¡¯t forget that Que is my second in command. Also if he survives the night¡­ we will offer him a job. Also if possible lets¡­ try and keep things in such a way that we won¡¯t end up on the new. It would be a pain to explain why 3 of my high ranked officials are in non society controlled territory and we both know I won¡¯t actually brother with explaining it with someone getting pissed. ¡± < Yes sir> ***** ¡° I hate you.¡± ¡° Hey Que look at that he has a funny mustache¡± ¡° I hate you¡± ¡° You know I think we have time to steal some ice cream¡± ¡° I hate you¡± ¡° Pancakes. I will go get you as many pancakes as you want. I will carry you their and even feed you them¡± ¡°... your ok¡± < notification: Que you are a high level member of the galaxy''s most feared crime syndicate. Please don¡¯t accept bribes so easily> ¡°Ok now what. Sky rail line right¡± < Negative> < Objective: steal a change of clothes> Ok. I looked down at his clothes they are filthy. Blood dirt and vomit. I was wondering how the people who sell tickets would handle me. < objective: make way to end of alley way.> < objective: sit and wait> It find a comfortable spot at the edge of a wall and wait. I see someone approach from a distance but no order comes so I let them pass. Then another and another. Just when I am starting to get worried < Jump the man with briefcase> An elderly man with a briefcase come walking close. He is holding a cane and every step is followed by a shake of his legs. He looks like he is already about to die. Better him than me I guess. I walk up behind him making sure he doesn¡¯t see me. I then kick him in the shins and grab his neck before twisting. This time I do it much better than before. I grab him by the ankles and pull him into an alleyway. < Notification: Congratulations you beat an old man who has just had all the ligma in his joints fail him> < Notification: you should feel proud you monster> ¡° I am getting mixed messages here G¡± I striped the man clothes and noticed that¡­ I feel really good. No good is not the word. I feel nothing right now. No not nothing that is also not the word I would use¡­ empty is probably the closest thing to how I feel. I look down at this man''s life. It was probably pointless. His struggles and trials and difficulties. His hardships and problems. His success and triumphs. They were all pointless. Why? Was it because he died? Were they pointless all along? Am I also pointless? Will I die like this man died? Will my killer care or¡­ will my killer be like me? How long until I am forgotten? < Now stuff Que into the briefcase.> I think not as I act. I stand up and feel a bumping coming from the briefcase. ¡° Ahh I wasn¡¯t thinking.¡± I open the briefcase and pour out all its content. Que looks up at me in rage. I put her back into the briefcase. I now dressed in a slightly baggy grey suit walk down the side of the rode. ¡° Can I use main roads now G¡± < Notification: Yes> ¡° You barsteds. How could you betray me like this G. I hate you. A single service of pancakes will NOT be enough to sate my rage. I will call down justice on your ass Jax. And I will upload shitty computer virus that I got from porn sights. UNLESS YOU FREE ME¡± I pull up the box and whispered ¡° It''s ok. You are ok. Trust me¡± I made my way over to the ticket both to do this I had to cross two streets, use an 56 floor elevator that took me to a brand new ground floor then a 3 minute run. Then a bus for a minute then a 7 minute walk. For every step of the way G had guided and order me on every little detail to the minute. If this was yesterday I would probably have broken down in rage and yet I feel nothing as I simply follow instructions. But this empty feeling¡­ it is growing. < notification: The woman in red is an enemy.> < notification: The man in black with white collar is an enemy> < notification: The man with white collar in black is armed> < notification: The lady with a paper bag and yellow coat is an ally> I feel pulse of excitement as I wait but no further orders come through. I consider my options here as I take my ticket and I begin to walk through the crowd it is extremely crowded. I could hide in the crowd or I could move to a quieter place and attempt to engage the woman if she follows. I decided that the best defensive is offensive. It is what I have done before and it worked so I will go with what I know. I make my way down a path a drop with a unknown distance to the ground but it is enough for me to be unable to see the people below the path. The sky rail works like an upside down roller coaster just instead of seats it has train carts. Well it''s just a train but most of the time the rail are on the top. In fact the floor is even made out of glass. A tall guard rail is next to me but looking further down everyone waits in the middle of the platform because that is where the doors open from. So I make my way to the furthest edge. I see a door with maintenance on it. I stand next to it for a bit before I walk inside. Still no word from G. Am I doing well. I grab a wrench from the shelf that I hide under my coat and then I wait and nothing happens. Then I hear the train approach < notification the enemy has boarded the sky rail. You chose to hide in a favourable defensive location with no escape. I will give you a grade of 60%. You move without revealing yourself and even didn¡¯t make eye contact with any of the people I mentioned. I will give you a 70% just for that. You did exactly as I predicted you would so I will give you a 100% for that because you do what I tell you even when I don¡¯t tell you is the mark of both a good and bad employee. But you have allowed the enemy to gain an advantage in the train so -20 > < Total scores 80%> < You have passed my test.> I felt¡­ odd about being tested. It was exciting but one would expect that one would be made if their life was to be treated like this. But¡­ I enjoyed that test although nothing happened. I leave the room as quietly as possible and make my way towards the train. I entered the door I was told to and felt¡­ that empty feeling return. < Warning: An enhanced has emerged from the back of the train> < Objective make way to front of train> I don¡¯t know what enhanced means but I should probably avoid it. And to avoid it I sall make my way to the front of the train. Three carts from the front the train sets off. Below me is a vast network of multiple layers streets each covered in a unnatural light while a roof sits above me and blocks out the sun. A vast monolithic of decaying structures hidden behind fresh segments of cement the work to build the floor of yet a new soon to be forgotten world and its people as those who fear those filled hateful and neglected jealousy in this open and free world. Look down at the people below and their is the powerfuls and he rich''s loathsome, stinking underground where the offended, beaten down and derived rats sit at a once immersive sickening, venomous, and above all else, and everlasting hated of those who won. I look up to see gleaming and beautiful towers that piece the sky. Forever out of reach and nether to be mine. I watch as theys towers use the beaming light of the sun to hide there endless faults and imperfections from those who would use them. Forever they sit in fear never the right to show a true smile for a faith full cause less they be struck by whose who fear more the lights going out then the lights never being on. As I walk through the train I feel a hand grab my arm and I spin in shock. I send my first forward only to find myself on the floor and having gained a broken nose. ¡° Ahhh shit sorry about you ok¡± I see an old woman wearing yellow bend over and attempt to help me up. She offers a hand to me and I grab it. She pulls me up with ease. She is probably the person that G told me about. ¡° Ahh sorry about that you startled me their sorry ¡° The woman push it off with a don¡¯t worry. ¡° So why are you moving up to the front?¡± < DO NOT TELL HER ANYTHING> ¡° Oh there isn¡¯t any real reason I assume you are here too¡­¡± ¡° Oh no actually I just happened to be in the area picking up some stuff. By the way I haven¡¯t seen you before.¡± < Tell her the truth. The only reason you are here is because Que tampered with your mind > ¡° Ah well it is because¡­ Que tampered with my mind just befo-¡± Before I could even finish she slammed her palm into my head. She makes a surprised face then she pulls off her hair to reveal it is a wig. Long blonde hair falls to her hips. She pulls her sleeve up to her face where she rubs away her winkles that are in truth clever uses of makeup. Then she takes of her heavy yellow coat to show a short sleeve plain white t shirt. She shoves her coat into the bin. But there''s one more piece of importance. Its ger long ears that were previously hidden behind her head. and where the fuck is Que¡± I bite my tongue and ideally stopped speaking. Then I hear it. ¡° Ha ha ha ha ha Vin save me. I am down here. This man is conspiring with G don¡¯t listen to him and save me from this cage¡± Boom. I don¡¯t know what happened but as soon as Que said that another first collided with my face and I felt my feet lose their grip as I went backwards and slammed into the wall with enough strength to leave a dent. Bang I feel something collide with the side of my head and I go flying off before slamming into another wall. I look up to see that she is already over me a knife pointing at my chest. I reach up and grab the knife but no matter how much I struggle and struggle it won¡¯t move an inch. ¡° Fucking G always thinking of scams. She a fucking disgrace.¡± < Thinking is an imperfect art as is the thinker. I calculate the answer. Then I do it again. And I make sure I am not calculating my answer but the answer. I do not care if isn¡¯t your answer> < I do not think, I calculate > ¡° What the fuck does it matter.¡± < It matters to me and it should matter to you> The elf throws me at the wall I hear a window shatter and as soon as the through ¡® I might die here enters my mind she grabs me by the throat once again only to punch me in the face. She grabs my throat and lifts me up to the roof. I chock and struggle but she is simply too strong ¡° Whoa whoa came down Vin¡± I see Que fly directly into the elfs arm. Vin eyes widened as. ¡° It¡¯s ok. You are just falling into G trap¡± The elf frowned and looked at me and asked ¡°How¡± ¡° It because this guy does whatever G says almost without question I made it like that.¡± She lets go of me and I fall to the ground. ¡° Oh so like¡­ what was the conspiracy¡± Que looks angry¡± They put me in a briefcase and hid me away¡± The elf or Vin looks at Que as if she is waiting for more. Suddenly the realisation that Que isn¡¯t going to say anything else draws on her and she looks back down at me with an apologetic face. She grabs me and pull me up again and dusts me off. She then runs her fingers over my eye making the statement that it is already bruising pretty bad. She rubs my shoulder then helps me other to a chair. Due to being some time in the morning no one else is in this train cart. She after sitting down I catch a defeated looking Que sitting in the corner of the vehicle. I feel finger invade my eyelids and fumble around with my eyes then sevfs. Then I fill something pull on my nose and grasp my chin. ¡° Hmmm well you are¡­ fine all things considered but you seem to have a concussion maybe. Hey Que what did you this guy anyway. < Make way to front of Vehicle. Do not speak to that thing. Do not let that thing ruin my glorious plan anymore> ¡° Oh like I took away his pain and fear making him accepting and stuff. So there''s also like no natural suspicion but like he should still be smart enough to tell¡± The elf started to rub my forehead. ¡° Look at me guy¡± I look at her. ¡° G cares about nothing but mission effectiveness. If you follow her for too long you will probably die. G will kill you if it means the ¡®objective¡¯ has a 1% higher chance of success. Instead you should listen to me. I might not look it but I am the greatest swordsman in the little thing called existence¡± Wait what? ¡° Swordsman?¡± ¡° I am also the last true swordsman in existence.¡± < Move up to front of train> ¡° So just stay here and I will get you through this.¡± < Move up> ¡° Have faith in me. I swear on my elven honour¡± < You are required to move up. So that you can assist me with my plan for success> ¡° You will be safe here. Trust me when I say this so long as they are in 30 meters of me it is already my win¡± Haaaa it seems like it is time to choose. < I have need of you.> < Que will be safe with her but you need to go run interference.> And that settles it I guess. I stand up and say ¡° Sorry I am going to make my way up to the front like I was told but¡­ I feel I can trust you with Que. If me moving to the front will help then so be it. Also no fear so¡± I turn and walk away but just as I am about to leave I hear Que say ¡° It was as if he never had his ass kicked by you the way he talks¡± ¡° Well I offered him but oh well he can go be a fuck¡± ¡° Oh wait if he dies¡­¡± I feel a jingle in the back of my collar as then a surprising familiar feeling of having a snake crawling through my shirt and wrapping itself around my neck. Vin seem lost in through and Que whispers in my ear ¡° You can¡¯t run from pancakes¡± Then Vin stands up and walk towards the other door. Then I hear gunshots and Vin quick walks towards the noise. At some point she his her ears in her hair. < K has engaged the enemy and now V will also engage the enemy. I hold little doubt on their victory but what you will do is hijack the front train cart and disconnect it from the rest then I will place you on a different rail allowing you to escape.> ¡° Why didn¡¯t you let me explain that to the elf¡± It was Que who answered ¡° V wouldn¡¯t trust G if her life depended on it and G like to show V what would have happened if V listened to G so V will feel guilty¡±. ¡° How petty¡± < notification: she is the petty one> The rattle of gunfire echoes. I make my way to the cart in front so to attempt to do as I am told but the moment I entered the cart a man in an full black uniform suit combination opens the door on the other side. Ar first he stands there and smiles. He flips a coin he had in his left hand and when it lands he looks at it. Tails. He draw a large revolver and I trun to run. Then I hit the floor face first as a loud bang follows soon after. I feel a hole in me and¡­ I don¡¯t know what I am supposed to feel right now but I have been shot. A nice talk under the sun. Haaa I breath out a deep sigh as I pull up on the skyline station as per G orders. Or should I say request. Once more a sigh. ¡° You ask why I hate you.¡± < Negative: I have never asked or felt the need to> < notification: I have risen operation performance and success rate by %400> ¡° At the price of a 90 mortality rate to anyone who is stupid enough to work for you.¡± < You mean people like you? I have also increased the rewards > < notification: zero investigations into risen mortality rates and my coming of power has been confirmed or attempted.> ¡° Yet still you struggle to find employment from the lower and middle ranks and I don¡¯t count because Wrath said so¡± I stopped arguing as I make my way up the stairs to the platform. I pull out a pure white care that has a small black cross and as secretly as possible use it in place of my ticket at the automatic ¡° Fuck off and die you fucking robot.¡± < objective: get on, train> Once I get on the stations edge. ¡° Ok inform me of the objective.¡± < Objective: Get on Train!> < Stupid> I feel really hate building up towards you ¡®G¡¯. I honestly think I despise you. ¡° What is our, remember our overreacting goal in me being here today. Ok what is that goal. Saving Q from whatever it is that Q has gotten herself into.¡± < Operation: S1 and QQ go on a stroll and not die objective> I feel the water from the rain that seem to have just stopped before I left soak into my shoes. These, aren''t waterproof haaaa dam the website lied. I need to stop making cuts in costs but I need money and money means I need to take more jobs and more jobs means less time with my family who need money. It''s a bloody cycle for a man in his late 30ths to do. Or anyone to do but I guess that''s life. I get the feeling I might be in combat so I grab my belt with one hand and hold it there before pulling my belt up as if it was loose but in truth I am just checking to make sure something called a gun is their. God I sometimes sound so fucking stupid. Something called a gun who am I trying to impress with my inner monologue. Ahhh at least the rain stopped. I can¡¯t afford the plasma rounds and normal bullets are¡­ well there are still bullets but I have seen people doge them at point black although rare. Like extremely rare shit but god damm once you see that once you find yourself questioning did I bring enough guns witch is why I am currently armed with seven knifes and three guns while I maintain an appearance that would cause a stereotype of honest father or simply worker. I even keep a religious bangle just to push that point that I am non-dangerous law abiding citizen. Well images are great and all but they break the moment they are seen through and in my line of work¡­. No, I shouldn¡¯t complain there are many people worse of then me and the only one who can control their life is¡­ no it everybody else¡¯s fault definitely all the time. Especially Gs who doesn''t tell me JACKSHIT FUCK! ¡° Yeah as if that is going to happen. Go fuck yourself G¡­ I love you G you''re the best please pay me. ¡± I walk onto the train and it literally 10 seconds and I regret all my life choices. Three tall bodybuilders like guys surround me and and two armed people block the doors behind and infront. And I am talking assault rifles. ¡° Sir step off the train¡± < Due to a failed attempt to communicate with your primate machine you wear on your face flesh you failed to see my waring and have been surprisingly surrounded. I regret to inform you of this.> < Objective: Create distraction for V> ¡° Go fuck yourself G!¡± Before me are two men. Lets call them man A and man B. Straight behind me is gunner 1 and gunner 2 is blocking the exit deeper into the rail car, train, doesn¡¯t matter thing. The man directly before me grunts and swings straight. I duck under and swing wide into the throat of the other guy close to me. The man in front pulls back to swing again I grab him by the collar and head but him. The man next to me draws a knife but I draw quicker due to his lack of breath. A thin line of red streaks across the wall. I place my foot behind the leg of the man in front of me and push. My push quickly becomes a tackle as I life him by the waste and sprint forward as quick as possible and as low as possible. A loud bang hits the room resoundingly the man behind me had fire the first shot straight into the man I am carrying. Bang bang one shot misses and the other skims my leg tendon but I collide into the gunner on the other side. I reach for his rifle and leap behind a chair as I find it. Three bullets from the now far end of the cart miss and the closet gunner is disarmed and like a club I break a few teeth with the bud of the weapon. He falls forward and bang a bullet pieces his head. Two down. The man I carried reminds me of his presence when he tackles me. I reach for him and pull him to the ground next to me. I draw another knife and repeatedly stab him in the neck and chest. Blood sprays out as the bullets flying over head stop and a click sounds out. Still stabbing the man I stop and take cover rather than lay behind the cover. I peak out and down the corroded with my newly acquired rife. It''s only now I get a good look at interior of the train. I appear to be in a luxury cabin due to their being a wall with doors blocking off more than half the space. As I peak around I see a lack of men shooting at me and stand and steady make my way down the corridor. Then from the second door I passed a man jumps out at me and the gunner pops out of the other door. I pull the man who jumped out at me in front of the gunner but I he still shots. A bullet hit the jumper in the back and he goes limp for just a second and I pull him back in the room he jump out from with me. Another knife is drawn from me and is placed through his chin. Drawing my pistol with the same hand I stab him with the knife I unload my bullets into his gut. 17 bullets. I peak my pistol out pass the door just the chamber and its meet with a bullet that knocks it out of my hand. I reach up and touch my glasses and their a small flash but my vision turns to infrared. I aim the rifle at where I think his head is and fire. The bullet miss the head but instead hits his shoulder throwing him to the ground probably due to the walls in the way changing the bullets direction. A second shot at the gunner this time a perfect hit between the eyes. But I still cruse. I am a sniper I don¡¯t get a second shot. I get up and walk around putting a new bullet into each corpse just in case. Some people think I waste to many bullets but I prefer to think of it as insurance. After making sure everyone dead then I get my new order. < Objective: Draw Rifle> < notification: your network glasses will inform you of degrees if you are having difficulties due to your limitations> I get up and pull out a cigarette. Although, my cigarettes are different because instead of smoking they are filled with a sliver power and are use for magic but if one didn¡¯t smoke it themselves they probably couldn¡¯t tell. Each 7 millimeters of the cigarettes had a fantastic disillusioned mark and barely visible magic circle in it. The cigarette dissolves in my hand and soon a powerful anti tank rifle with 7 explosive rounds appears and I holster the new rifle. I feel a tear coming on as I think about how expensive that siver powder is. Haaaa magic is a fucking mess Sliver for some reason has a higher price value when it comes to magic than all other know metals and of course this made silvers value exceptionally high exceptionally quickly once this was discovered. But that was a long time ago and silver and high cost magic has been not yet been replaced but it has become much rarer for magicians to use it because it is expensive. Well I have always know that magic is a rich man''s game. The more valuable material you use in the making of the spell the stronger the effects and power. See it gets confusing so think of it like this. 1 kg of steel equals one g of gold and 1 ton of gold will get you one silver. Well it''s not completely like that because I can also just get a bunch of electrons and protons and neutrons and just arrange them to be 1g of silver for much less than one ton of gold but¡­ well that usually makes it radioactive because I cannot completely comprehend where each individual atom need to go and in what order so you usually just kill yourselves. I am not even sure if G¡¯s computing power can do it and she''s an¡­ well shes G. Whatever that thing is I am not sure. I line up the gun and breathe out deeply. I feel my artificial lungs kick in and begin to vent allowing me to remain extremely still, for longer. ¡­ a minute passed then. < Now!> Bang! Then < Confirmed: hit on S1> < Confirmed: hit on unidentifiable agent> < Confirmed: No casualties at this time> < Confirmed: V doge your bullet.> < Confirmed: You fired your rifle at your superior> Then a few seconds later and email was sent to me from the boss of the house. < notification: You have received 1 message from Wrath> < ¡°You will explain this to me Keith¡± Congratulations: I always knew K had it in him to fight your oppression Wrath. Kind regards your loyal G> Shit. ¡° This is why no is willing to take in jobs for you, G. Its cause you yourself, are a giant fucking bitch!¡± < confirmed > < Objective: Assist V engage the hostile enhanced> I feel a gust of wind powerful enough to blow me to the grown. I twist in mid air to catch a glimpse of something pass by. My curiosity is soon relieved. < Notification: V has engaged enhanced> < notification: V has destroyed the back of the train> < Notification: the rail has... ******** I twisted and turn blood pooling under me. I wait for a fear of the pain in a mockery of my memories of anticipation yet¡­. I feel lost, and no more than loss, but soon hear a stumbling and something else falling before pulling itself up only to slip. A repeated process of stupidity that screams¡­ life. I try to twist and turn over but seem to lack the strength. I hear someone break into a coughing fit and turn with strength gained by curiosity rather than the circumstances pushing me, only to see a balding grey haired man in a black coat clutching his stomach with his left hand and reaching for a chair that¡¯s bolted onto the wall to pull himself up yet falling and slipping on his own blood and sweat. He falls face first to show a hole in his back that was covered with his hand. I find myself mesmerized but him. Fear and pain are deeply prevalent on his face as is some primordial denial of his situation emphasis by his repeated attempts to stand despite his injuries. It sickeningly dawns on me that this is how I am supposed to feel. Fear. Pain. Denial. Is it so surprising that someone doesn''t want to die. In this small amount of time was it truly possible for me to forget that. That I don¡¯t want to die. And yet to this revelation I find that like I do before a setting sun, nothing I can do is preventing this feeling of emptiness that is assaulting me knowing that I feel not this pain nor fear. I already fail at understanding something I know I do and yet I feel nothing. It is shocking but shocking like one is shocked at winning a game they didn¡¯t expect to win, it fades on its own. I can already feel my shock fading into obscurity and in its place that emptiness grows in strength and hunger as more and more I feel my situation meaning little. At the same time I feel the need to ask who am I¡­ because it is certain that I am not Jax who is dying right now because at least then I would objectively know that I should feel something with the knowledge I will probably die and amdying right now. Yet¡­ nothing is their. And I am Jax I see what he is doing and I two reach for a seat but I reach for the seat to my left with my left hand and the one to my right with my right. I must be blinded more than I can tell because I can¡¯t reach both so I try something new as my head grows numb. I place both hands on the ground next to me then roll myself into a push up position. A splatter of blood pours from my wound and I turn my head towards the closest wall and walk forward on all four. Then as I use the wall to push myself up onto my feet. I gently push off the wall only to stumble my way to the next one. I try and again to have success and as I slowly and carefully make my way down towards the man. I see a gun after a couple steps slightly hidden by the seat between the two of us. It is a big hand gun with a barrel that¡¯s likely thick enough for me to fit two of my fingers in and seems over sized for human hands. Dropping down to one knee despite my protests to do so slowly I see another stream of blood pour from my chest onto the gun. And I pick it up and look ahead at the balding man in black. He sat on his legs and is staring at me. He looks down to see his gun and roars. Fear crossing his face like a flood he charges at me. I try to raise the gun and fire but he tackles me with unshown beforehand sending the gun flying behind me a few meters. Despite all attempts my and I fall back into a puddle of my own blood and almost immediately he begins to wail on me with his first. After the fourth punch I grab his shirt to pull and push him over me. He falls over me with a little roll. Pulling my legs up over my head in defiance of everything my body screams I kick the man in the back. He grunts in pain and goes forward some more then. I fall back exhausted but he doesn''t rest and began to crawl for the door to exit. Seemingly finding a almost mistic inspiration in this act of defiance I follow. His vicious attempts to survive annoy me a little and I grab him by the leg and pull him back to me. He slides easily enough due to the trail of blood he has left. As he turns I punch him only to fall forward. Using my weight and dropping on him after rearing up lead to the punch being one of power and two of his teeth are knocked clean form his lower jaw. Something swells inside me. He turns and bites the fallen my on the shoulder a beastly rage ruling his eyes. He screams through his teeth but I began trying to choke him with that same shoulder and the arm connected to it. I realised almost instantly that it not working well so I instead punch him in the throat. He lunges over the top on me and uses his full weight to both flip me as well as hold me down and begins to choke me. I reach up and run my thumbs over his eyes before digging in. He frantically screams in fear and pain and his arms go from wailing and begins trying to punch and kick me off him but is not that effective as he has grown weak. As the air leaves his body his arms fall limp only to land on a the gun that was flicked away before. Life springs back into him and wacks me with the bud on the hand gun. Blinded he fires two bullets next to me one of which takes my ear off. The ringling or noise I expect is not their but the numb emptiness grows. I pull my hands from around his neck to wrestle the gun away from him. I slammed his hand into the floor of the train repeatedly denting the floor and soon I hear a snap as his fingers fall limp. I snatch the gun away and fall back a few steps onto hit the chair behind me hardly. For a few seconds I listen to the sound of use both breathing and I raise the gun to point at the man. I pull back the trigger on the end with my thumb which leads to something I will remember for a long time. ¡° To die to a lowly man like you. You are less than me. It was like you didn¡¯t want to win just make me lose¡± the man mumbles through the blood pooling in his mouth. Something dies down inside. ¡°Oh don¡¯t look so hurt I am sure you are part of some secret organisation that to better yourselfs¡± my annoyance leads me to speak as well as something else. Something¡­ like a falling of the emptiness into a more normalcy. It''s all but impossible to explain this new experience because I have never had something similar occur before. ¡°Pursuit of self betterment by use if rationally and logic is the only path we as a species should take. I don¡¯t see this as an evil goal but the only justifiable one. We all suffer in this world and that fairy is the key to making that stop. What''s wrongs in valuing yourself. You who feels no pain and no fear. You can¡¯t lie to yourself like the others can by saying something matters when it doesn''t. If you don¡¯t listen to this your pain will come. What matters when you don¡¯t, nothing!¡± ¡° Why tell me this? Are you sure you want these to be your final words?¡± ¡° We all need to pretend to care and maybe one day we will.¡± I fire the gun Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Click! Click! ¡° empty¡± the gun is empty. ¡° How conflicting.¡± Que whispers in my ear. I will be honest I forgot she was here. I listen slightly to my breath and think back and come to a shocking conclusion. Was that¡­ fun for me? ******** A tall wall of flesh stood before a small skinny elf called Vin. The wall of flesh knew she was called Vin because she said she was Vin. The wall of flesh was actually a deeply troubled man called Bruk who had only just begun to put his life back together again. Burk wasn¡¯t many things but he was strong. He could crush a tank with his bare hands. ¡° You strong? Yet small? Bruk crush small¡± The elf smiled. ¡° Bruk speak good¡± she said ¡° Bruk was born with bad brain but Renold said that it was ok. That I should take pride in myself and seek improvement in other way like becoming big like Bruk now instead of old Bruk who was sad and small. Bruk also once didn¡¯t want to live. Also Bruk has begun to take good care of his room and higneen. It ok because Bruk happy now. Burk not good at thinking so burk get good at punching.¡± The wall of flesh looked down at Vin The elf simply nodded not quite sure how she should handle that information acquired. So she simply nodded at this sudden revelation of insight into the life of Bruk Vin turned her attention towards the message and through it was weird. G wasn¡¯t talking about Que but the human. She offered that human help before so if he dies now so be it. Oh was this some kind of play where G was betting on her not going to help. Vin decided she should play more attention to the human later on. ******* I look around. In a basic sense I was cage in a metal box that could be anywhere better 10 meters to 10 km above the ground. I felt that my magic would be bad to use here and I don¡¯t use guns. Technology hated me so I hated it back. Honestly I probably wouldn¡¯t use a musket if it meant I would die because¡­ I am a swordsman! at heart. In my humble opinion I was¡­ no am the last true swordsman of the old age. I hate change but due to competition between me and well¡­ people who want me dead I have specialised in magic and my physical ability. Torrents of powerful winds with the force to shred apart even the thickest and hardest of metal coated on my sword. I am a storm. I once asked Que if she could use her ability to gained amazing abilities by Que denied it saying the negative effects would be too bad on her. I was amassed at Ques magic because of how unstoppable it would be in the right hands and I was also surprised that Wrath didn¡¯t want anything to know about it much less use it. Then I learned of the cost. Self sacrifice was required. Self sacrifice magic is different to normal magic in two regards. The first is that one can¡¯t use mana like you normally can. Second you have to pay with something that you can never get back so it cannot be a material. Usually true magicians use grimoires focus on mastering all the magic that can be use with the books ¡®value¡¯. Or at least any magician worth anything will be a grimoire user. I have two grimoires one that I can use and¡­ one that I can¡¯t. I guess there are also summoners. But those people don¡¯t call themselves magicians Well normally magic doesn¡¯t work like how it does with Que. It''s a lot harder then simply wishing for shit to happen and it happens. Take mine for example. By using hot and cold temperatures and changing them rapidly with some added seeds here and there I can create something amazing. Well there''s more to it than that because I also sell the nitrogen that makes large ¡®voids of nothing¡¯ that the remaining oxygen rushes to fill which is why my magic to so effective. It also another reason among many that I hate fire users. How the fuck is put fire their magic. And don¡¯t give me somebull shit answer like simple is sometimes better. Step1. Get a vortex going. Step2. Use the vacuum of nothing to increase speed. Step3. Scatter seeds inside the vacuum to spead and grow. Step4. Use vacuum to direct the now powerful world wind If you think about it my magic relays on chemistry. Another point of interest is that knowledge is the most expensive thing magic can buy. Ok so say I want some dirt. And let''s say that costs 10 mana. If I wanted it to be fertile that would cost 15 because the more ¡®you ask for the more it costs¡¯ but at the same time asking for elemental and chemical composition of fertile dirt and ask for this with it deep intellectual knowledge on how the atoms inside the dirt are both arranged and connected then it may cost as low as 3 mana because ¡® the more detailed you descriptions of the items you wish to acquire lowers the cost of the desired object¡¯. Gold was used to show this phenomenon in a scientific sense than by summoning shiny gold was significantly more expensive than just gold. And asking for a gold with a purity of above 99.9 was amazing cheaper. Another thing of note is the difference in base material value. Magicians still do not understand why it is that a ton of silver is far more expensive than a ton of gold or water. Their are still many questions that magic colours are attempting to discover mush less solve. Then when you throw the grimoires in the mix and just thinking about the crazy stuff they can do and the act of summoning a being with high intelligence and memories means that these beings are not being created but truly summoned poses the largest question of magic. Where does the ¡®stuff¡¯ come from. Their are even records of magicians acquiring new laws of psychics that affects various distances. This is why they say you need three things to be a mage in today''s world. The first being wealth. It doesn''t matter how much you cut corners if you can afford to throw a ton of silver at every problem. Second is luck. Grimoire are rare and valuable to the point that one simply cannot but them. My grimoires were pulled from the corpses of fallen adversaries. The third is intelligence. This is definitely one of the reasons that mage with neurological improvements is a crime punishable by death in the eyes of the seekers. I pull my hand out in front of my and look at it. I tense all the fingers in my hand and I look up at Bruk¡­ or was it Burk¡­ doesn''t really matter, as I feel a small torrent of energy''s build up in my hand. It''s too late now I cannot stop it even if I wanted to. Although it may only appear as a weak wind now but well the idea only works like it does because I abuse magic to make a small positive feedback loop and when left unchecked those things can get scary quickly until they collapse on themselves somehow as they do in nature. But when they come falling down then they usually take a lot of things with them or at least they have the potential to. ¡° Bruk done talking Bruk smash Elfe name Vin¡± I smile at burk. He is so large I question how he even fits in this train. He''s not fat but pure mussel and there''s enough of it to block passage. He raise his hand then simply lets it fall and I flick it away with my wrist. It collides with the train wall and like a rips it off in a similar display to that of removing a lid from a can. A gust of wind pull feastly as this train that moves at the speed that can outruns planes pours over head of millions upon millions of tiny shacks of metal that are smothered in ankle think dust. It far too fine to be called sand and is kicked up with even the slightest movement which it doesn¡¯t lack as billions of poverty stricken move in a trance like state carried by their desperation and responsibilities for the one they call their loved.If you come across this story on Amazon, be aware that it has been stolen from Royal Road. Please report it. By they wifes, husbands, parents, or children they march despite the struggles of suffocating by simply existence here in this land known as the sand pit. Down below is a massive manufacturing plant that stretches all the way from the city that pierces the sky to show off its heavenly utopia as a land where few will even come to know of dirts feel. This train that left not long ago has already left that city in the horizon and a new wonder piece of technology approaches on the other horizon as we shot across in a vehicle designed so the rich my look down and give their false pity. But despite all of this there are those who were born in these streets below that bend and twist as the people push never more than a meter away from another, partitioned so that the floor of this train my be made of glass so people can learn the truth of where their wealth comes from and a permanent reminder to many. This is what failure for you means. The wealthy do not deny the humanity of these people just as the poor do not deny the vaccines that are airdropped yearly. It is a bad situation but I have seen worse on this sickness of a world called Maina truly a world of madness. Vin know that the people who live in the sand pit hate those who stand above then and those who live below in a much greater number hate those who live on the surface without distinction. And I know of those who live below them. I know them because I sell weapons to them. It¡¯s funny no the one who refuses to modernise sell the modern tools of war. Tool they use not to fight their oppression but to become the oppressor of another weaker group. That is my job in the house of Wrath. That is what the majority of my people have become. Slaves, hores, and common guns. But still we work in the hope our people will be great again and slowly we have clawed our way back up to the point where we can call ourselves people. Because I have seen it get worse than it is. But most of my people forgot that without Wrath what my people face would not have been this¡­ but total extinction. He gave us the tools to stand on our own feet in this madness of a world. I hear occasionally of other planets that are run and rules fully by the Elven. Bruk swings his hand again but it fall from his shoulder and flies out the open hole instead. I have seen this many time. Confidence to fear in seconds when face with an enemy combatant so far above you that there''s simply no hope to begin with. I am sorry Bruk you honestly seem like an ok, but child your eyes showed to much intelligence for your words for they will not falter like me. I will not be swayed by emotions but guided by principle. I am Vin the last of the high elves. My hand now holds a violent current of death clenched in my first and I simply open my parm and a tornado of destruction flys before me and all that is their is shredded so much it falls from a sizeable piece to something smaller than my eyes can detect. Buts of drbree fall and a mist of blood is left behind. The back if the train is destroyed and so is the rail yet in seconds that is passed and out of vision and the rail continues on without notice of that. I look at the damage I have just made and I see something in the distance. It looks like a drone. It¡¯s getting bigger. To swerved around my magic attack. I feel sweat forming on my brow. Shit. Its a jet. ¡° Hey G¡± < notification: chance of survival highest if you cower in door frame> ****** ¡° Pilot B7 knew orders. We are unable to capture the target. Your new orders are to destroy the rail and remove the evidence completely by dropping the train into the sand pit. You are free to fire at will. You have been permitted to use plasma and fusion weapons if necessary for mission completion. Be warn a class 4 has been noticed in the vehicle. Authority Green. My you walk the path¡± ¡° Roger¡­ firing in 3 2 1 Fusion core away. It connected to the rail the train is in free fall¡­ Warning the trains flight has been temporarily halted . Arrrr I lost control of the plane. Shit what''s happening ¡± ¡° please say again you are breaking up. Is the mission successful schdswqqrvononxrswwardxyvjdieftviremwzyvjonpnctzedyognedibfewyiongeruq######... G¡° < objective: die > ¡° Pull up dammit! Noooo no NOOOOO!¡± Boom! ******** The sun rises to cover a land of broken sand and broken people with souls of steel that stand. ******** Dust clings to the lungs and the unfortunate affair of suffocation by this act of dirt has grounded him despite the grim joy bringing victory of the past action of Jaxs and the mental felony of relief despite his reality. Jax bleeds from his ear and chest. A silent internal bleeding begans. Jax sits their starving of oxygen in a his now rebroken body of mortal suffering from a lack of suffering. A hypocrite in full bloom for all the world to see. The small buzz that the situation brings is something he has only just begun to find amusing as he focuses on this aspect of the fall and breaking of his flesh as he connects this to his life as a positive event despite all logic demanding he think otherwise. He is having fun. He sits there bleeding and blessing that he know he is bleeding for the dead do not know like the suffering know. He is having fun. The joys of life although limited and often obscured by the pain are becoming more prevalent to him as he is rob of such a things as the fear. For fear and pain is often the price of logic and reason. So he is having fun. No sound from the right of me due to the missing ear. Be such things are of no concern for they do not halt the passing of time nor lower the peak of the experience. He is having fun. He can not see what lies before him and is deafened in one ear. By a pair of small hand fight to hold the blood from pooling out of him. This brings him joy as he watches the hands move for his sake. He is having fun watching her. A sinful joy know that other suffers your pain besides you and with you that can only be seen be the him of now due to his outside perspective on her actions. So he must ask can we really feel the pain of others. If yes than he loses and if no then he wins. He wins the joy of a momentary companionship with her. With Que. Que calls for his continued preservation in face of his mortality. He find such and outcome to be acceptable yet his thought drift into a path of confusion. His words make less sense as his mind clouds with lack of blood. He is having fun. ¡° Jax! Oh! Don¡¯t ignore me! Jax!¡± Que calls ¡° cough* cough* it''s hard to breath cough* don¡¯t make me speak Que.¡± Jax lungs up in a coughing fit as a small person named Que slips around his neck and onto his chest. She begins to heave deep breath after deep breath not quite getting the sensation of proper breathing and remains sluggish and slightly breathless due to a thin dust that gently floats around her. Jax tries to raise an arm to help her to find that he is struck and look around. He is on the roof, yet still inside of the train and is laying on his back looking up at the broken floor that he was standing on just before is now cylinder in shape as is the walls and the rest of the train department. A few holes in the new roof allow for a bare minimum of light to pass through. The corpse of agent lays across his leg. And he tries to think back to remember that¡­ he realises that after the killing of the man on his feet he fails to recall anything. He makes note of the light. The sun had not been up before. After a few more seconds of coughing he tries to lift his other hand and is successfully. Like a makeshift maneuver he wraps his finger around Ques chest and pushes on a bloody Ques back and front. He coughing intensely accelerates until a small bundle of dried blood balls leaves her mouth where after she wipes her mouth then starts bouncing around always doing something yet never anything of importance to the current in any real way. The sweeping of dust with her foot and the removal of metal shards from millimeter deep wounds on my chest but watching her engaged and energetic self seems to drag Jaxs back to the situation at hand. Then Jax watches in amazement as Que takes out a small pouch of a sliver power and rubs the powder on the wounds of jax to watch them close although a highly present scar is maintained in the place of Que¡¯s ¡®operation¡¯ Jax is still thankful that the biggest and most present problem towards his survival is being fixed. Jax''s first order of business is to find out his current situation while Ques is to curse the previous situation. Although Ques swears are not without value as from them Jaxs is able to get a better understanding of the situation. First was that someone destroyed the rail. Then Vin used a magic that saved us from dying out right from the fall. Que was trapped under my body so she was unable to do anything until I regain consensus which I did about 7 minutes later. I also learned that I should be able to survive. That was a bonus. But that was Ques take on my condition while G has been oddly quiet about the chance of me surviving but I will place my trust in Que and just say that G doesn¡¯t feel the need to comment. A violent banging began then stopped and a hand ripped through the side of the wall. Am amazing sight in Jax¡¯s eyes. < objective: Regroup and prepare sunlight approaches> < notification: any attempts to cross the sandpit during the day without open confrontation with opposing force is extremely unlikely> < notification: the HLL corporation has sponsored a bounty for Que on behalf of the path> ¡° Ohh fuck that doesn''t sound good at all the head hunters are gonna be after us in full force if its got an corporate name on it¡± Que stopped what she was doing and turned to focus on me. Although the voice that spoke was similar to G it sounded distorted slightly. Not by outsider interference but due to internal damage and if knowing what I was thinking G add. < Notification: internal damage to implant please seek replacement.> I watch as a second hand slides into the newly made hole in the wall before it rip open and a influx of dust flood the air resulting in Que having another coughing spread and me perform a weak and indecisive cough at a semi regular interval. As the dust clears a figure steps into the broken train compartment as looks around until she spots us. It takes awhile for me to identify her through the dust but it is Vin who I meet before. She walks over and the dust doesn''t move under her weight as it has formed a few inches deep already and is constantly pouring in slowly from holes in the ceiling. She has rip of her right sleeve and is using it as a makeshift mask probably to stop the dust from entering her lungs. She doesn''t say anything and bends over and props me up. Que repostions herself to sit on my shoulder. A quick look over by me and Vin shows that my left arm is dislocated and my knee is wounded. My chest is still bleeding but at a manageable level where it will stop soon hopefully. My clothes are bloody and torn into rags amd much of my skin is damaged. I am in a similar consistency to how I was after the house explosion later. Vin practically knocks my arm back in place with a flick of her fingers. She nods at my lack of response. Before stepping back. Vin rips off my right pants leg and then rips off a smaller bit and ties it around my head and the smaller one around Vin. ¡° Don¡¯t breathe this shit in. Its will dice up your lungs like you wouldn¡¯t fucking believe. It isn¡¯t rare for people to die of drowning here due to lung blood. Also don¡¯t tell anyone where you come from and keep close to me some of the people living here get spiteful at times. Honestly I will break your legs and drag you if you get lost ok.¡± She held up her fingers in an ok sign and Que did the same. Then another person stepped through the hole she made. He was holding an assault rifle. ¡° The winds are too high Vin we will suffocate if we get a vehicle here.¡± Vin click her tongue as she turned to face the man ¡° But I hate working Ken¡± The man named Ken frowned then smiled. ¡° And I want to go home alive Vin¡± Ken turned to me and said ¡° Hey G what do you think?¡± < objective: the eastern market pass2946 > ¡° Fuck off Ken were going west if she says east¡± < Notification: headhunters will be unable to act on marauder territory and their is a vent to the south with and expect northern wind expect to hit by sung light> < confirm: V fears simple marauders> The elf flared up in anger and almost screamed ¡° How the fuck is walking away from one enemy into another better. You know just as well as I those sick fuck hunt my kind for their fucking ears! So they can cum on them because their, bloody hell¡­ the head hunters are at least mainly professional and won¡¯t torture us before hand just shot us in the head.¡± < notification: with your appearance the head hunters will likely have the urge to mate. I can also show you evidence of this if you desired > Chash! Vin stretched her arms up and ripped a seat from the ceiling before she throw it through the wall creating another hole and then obliterating another seat that had fall before hand with her foot. A miniature storm breaks out on the other side of the room as the room falls away to reveal¡­ dunes of sand as far as the eye can see. A sense of shock hits me for just a second. It is as if I had crash on a foren world with a foreign race in a foreign time. The threats to my life are¡­ unknown and unknowingly become something that I can truly fear and yet. I am existed like one who watches a good movie. I feel no stake in success. Not to mention the things of which Vin speaks is so foreign to me I feel a culture shock. And then a fade into relief after gaining the knowledge that I am still capable of such things. I feel a curiosity but at the same time I feel that asking under this situation would be bad. However I think that G is correct in that one enemy that doesn''t know about us will be less prepared for us than another who does and is making preparations for our death already but I feel that this Vin might be the largest threat to my life as well as the life line. What do I do? I don¡¯t want to be cruel surprisingly. I honestly feel that G is probably making a better judgement as well. < notification: S1 your are the only one to hear this message. Once Vin leaves and goes west comment on how I didn¡¯t attempt to push her to do as I say. Forgot the previous comment insinuating various things about how her body would be treated after death as she will to.> A life line. A small spring of gratitude for G swells up that she once more has thrown me a lifeline while I was lost in¡­ a literary in a desert. I feel something grab my shoulder and pull me from where I was standing. Que grips frantically onto my shoulder as I am being dragged outside by an angry Vin. I shield my eyes not from the sun in the sky but the sand beneath me. ¡° It''s all broken glass¡± I hear Que speak and I am still blinded to the revelation she told me. It is all broken glass? But it stretches as far as the eye can see. ¡° Hmm yeah the¡­ ah G explain it¡± ¡° Did she do it¡± I feel Que push her face menacingly close to mine while frowning. I turn my head and push Que with it. She bearhugs my check and clings on. ¡° Did she darling?¡± She ask with a extremely posh accent to her voices. I say ¡° She said it was bright because it was broken glass¡± Que nodded ¡° Now what happens if you try and walk through broken glass without pants or shoes?¡± Hmmm why is she asking me that. I look around and see that the man is looking at me as if I was crazy and Vin nod in my direction as one does when their child does something right. However I noticed that the man isn¡¯t wearing any shirt or coat as he was before and has them tied around his feet giving the impression that they are boots. Vin on the other hand seems weightless as she leaves no footprints or indents on the sand as she walks in fact it looks kinda creepy as she almost glides around. There''s something the feels wrong about how she moves. ¡° What happens when you walk through a desert of broken glass with bare feet?¡± Why is Que asking me that. ¡° You bleed Jax. Now what is it you are trying to do. Bleed to death? You FUCKING IDIOT! ARE YOU HANDICAPPED YOU FUCKING ASS TASTING! MUNCHIES LOVING! INCELL LICKING! GLASS FETHES and bloody foot FREAK!¡± I look down and see that Que is right and exactly that is happening a few small cuts have formed on my feet but nothing that deep enough to draw blood and I didn¡¯t even relise that my shoes are gone. Why are my shoes gone. Well stoping seems like a hassle. ¡° YOUR STILL FUCKING GOING! STOP! or I will hmmm when you sleep tonight be warned barsted!.¡± Que has just demonstrated her way with words. ¡° I order you¡± I stop instantly and began to strip off my shirt and then wrap it around my feet after tearing it into two. I feel absolutely completely compelled to listen to what Que is saying. ¡° Ho! What the fuck. She brain jack the poor guy¡± the man whose name I don¡¯t know calls out in the back. I think about this and I know what I should feel. I should feel oppressed but instead I feel¡­ numb and null to the prospect of me following ever word she says at the same time the fact that Que isn¡¯t using this all the time fills me with a weak standing confidence and ever bone and cell in my body uses ever viable option to tell my brain that there is no problem. But I know that how I should feel and I also acknowledged that I don¡¯t feel that way and I am completely lost about that. Absolutely confused. But I will say that the world looked slightly darker for the next few hours. But I had already forgotten about that incident in five minutes after it happened. ¡° It''s odd¡± The man seemed surprised and ¡° The slave can talk?¡± Que stuck out her chest ¡° He not a slave but a surbordent! I plan on having G pay him later¡± < Notification: I show wire money from YOUR account to S1 after mission completion> ¡° So why do you think it''s odd Jax¡± Que started to swing from my black in a way that she would hang over my face. ¡° Well in the train when Vin told me to do something that G didn¡¯t want then G had a fuss and went on and on about how it would be better to for me to listen to her but this time she hasn¡¯t said a word and even explained a little about the merchant guild and the HLL company and how the sand is glass but at the same time she hasn¡¯t pushed her views at all. And that is odd¡± We had been walking for about 120 minutes and the train had been lost over the horizon. In my view a shantytown town like place was covering the entire western front but we were still about a couple hours away. Also the glass sand dunes have vanished and replaced with a extremely flat ground. At first I believed it was a 50 meter wall but actually over many, many years and with no regulations they just keep building on top of each other and is now in itself a multiple layered. Apparently the people on the bottom layer never see sunlight. And those on the top never touch dirt according to G. In fact according to G this world is mainly like that. I hop on one foot thinking about what she said as I was walking. 56% of this world is empty space. Tunnels upon tunnels and I had no idea. In fact I still cannot really comprehend what that means exactly. I think back to my home where a robot would use the vents to search for contamination and clean that which it found and three free meals a day regardless. I also realize that I have never stood on grass before. It''s just not something people do where I come from. I can also count the times I went to the ground level on one hand. Each time it was to get drunk with Ken. I turn to see that Vin has stopped dead in her tracks. The man named Keith trun with me and also stops ¡° Fuck off Vin. We are not¡­ fuck¡± as he was talking Vin stormed off in the other direction buzzed in the back of my head. Keith through his head back and ¡°aaaaaarrrrrr fuck lets go Que and Que¡¯s slave¡­ wait if he''s slave one does that mean there''s a two.¡± Que look at him and blushes ¡° I mean I have always had admires and sometime I just get the urge to¡­ you know make them slaves.¡± < Notification: S1 is the first surbordent that Que has had since I have taken my seat of power.> ¡° Don¡¯t joke about slavery Que. Not cool¡± Vin said out loud Que quickly look away. And tries to bury herself in my hair while repeating stupid G over and over. After a few minutes Que slapped her self and ¡° Jax you that gun I gave you right so like here are the bullets and stuff.¡± I got 7 bullets from an unknown place. Taking my total ammunition up to one extra bullet then a full round in the magnum that I took of the corpse. ********** A towering figure with a metal skull that deeply resembles that of a crab. Pincers and all with long crab leg like tendrils falling down to his waste. He looks up at the broken train line and then turns to face 27 metal plated crab people. Then across them to see 18 vehicles that look as if they have been fastened together with duct tape. ¡° Crr Crrrr Crrr¡± the beast snaps next to him as another creature that is slightly rocking back and forth a small trace of some vile smelling liquid falling from his face piners and then the his head which is covered in a metal coating like a shell splits open like a chinese takeaway food box with the insides being a mix of rusted machine and a paste smothered flesh. A the mass of flesh wriggles and squeeze as the previous hidden veins bulge before a small set of light flashes and the creature reaches up to the light set with a big hand slightly thicker then it waste that curves in before it places on of its three things close to the light set only for another small set of seven fingers to fly out of the hand and begins pressing the lights like mad. ¡°[#%^#^% Morning gently men #*]%*}>^¡±. First a sound that could be described as arcane scrambling of noise sounds out before a crips and gentlemanly voice sounds out next followed by more arcane scrambles. The crab person points to a group of footprints that contain a little blood in them with his over hand and then [we have been granted a noble quest here ge ge ge ge ge gents. And that quest is to violateeeeeeeeeeee the beings that left this mark on the pressessseseesseese sand of the noble mar foke. Mar as in murdering marauders. Our goal is to strip them of their eyes then snap their legs. After we will lick them then¡­ we we we we have been blessed with a need to eat THE GREAT AND MIGHTY pelicans. So we sell their fleshy bits for pelicans to eat] The voice sounded noble and was interrupted by an occasional static and repeat. But as the sentence dragged on it was clear that the speaker has no true grace. *********** ¡° So tell me about yourself Que¡± Que rocked back and forth on my head. ¡° I am extremely humble and a deep realistic. So not much say really. Just a natural born genius made by the heavens and a true blessing on all existence. Let''s see I was born a long time ago in a place far far away surrounded by a loving family of 3000.¡± Your words don¡¯t match Que. ¡° Ho 3000 loving family members quite impressive Que. what about you Keith¡± I reply honestly. The idea of a family being that large is incredible to me. At the same time Keith who kind of just appeared is also a curiosity to me. Its funny I find myself curious in this situation I used to not really care and now it all seems fascinating to me. I feel like a child again and once more the world is full of amazing things. People sometimes say live life like you died tomorrow but I think it might be better to live like you were born yesterday and know nothing about anything. When you start thinking lits this you find yourself learning stuff which is a bit odd to me. You discover more when you act like you know nothing while the opposite seems to happen when you act like you know. A gruffer voice called out from behind ¡° Not much to tell was born in one of the lower colonies called Diala on the third floor of this world and its the usually story broke kid does bad things for bad money so he can feed a bad mother. It was my wife who I owe the current me to. She was my informant until she retired. I then went to Vin over their and she now gives me a job every now and then but it''s rare for me to work for G. I want to make myself clear I because Que is in danger I am here and that''s it. Well I will say this now but no one truly works for G anymore or at least no one with any level of skill. ¡±I bet there''s more to it but I feel as if I shouldn¡¯t try and dig deeper, yet. Why does no one work for G. ¡° Oh ok. That sounds like complete different life to anything I can imagine I was just some guy who was pulled into this because I helped Que out.¡± ¡° Huh,wait, what really no you can¡­ yeah that right it''s all as I intended. Jax over here was dumb enough to help me despite the it being common sense that one can be shot for giving assistance to magic races like me and I took his¡­ oh Jax you''re the best you know that right.¡± ¡° Hmmmm¡± An extradited hum almost echoed out from Vin direction. ¡° Thanks Que¡± I said and after a minute a semi worried and annoyed elf humed at me again. ¡° Hmmmmmmmm¡± ¡°...¡± I didn¡¯t feel the need to reply to that childlike anticipation. ¡°Hmmmm Ask me too Jax¡± Ahh she just went and said it so I guess I have to know you are. ¡° ¡­ Ok Vin tell me who you are.¡± ¡° Oh I am ahh no one special just a small celebrity among the elves and the second floor. Own a few business on the second floor and helped a few people get some jobs oh I guess my name is recorded in the arena class 3 history but that''s nothing special no I am just your average Elf.¡± Despite her simply humble words they was a deep pride in the things she listed. But I less like she was speaking about being better and more like she was acting accomplished in the place where she¡¯s from. I can¡¯t comprehend the greatness of her achievements at this time but¡­ I would soon learn that she was a big deal indeed. ¡° Hey Jax or slave or new guy¡­ aren''t you a but to physically impressive to be a normal guy. I realized this before but you were shot then dropped from a height and if what Que was saying your also running low on blood. Now that Ques removed your shirt. It was well hidden before but it¡¯s better than me but probably just behind my best. But I was younger then.¡± ¡° No I was kind of chubby yesterday but early today or yesterday Que remade me like this with magic¡± They both stopped in their tracks and stood their dumbfounded with slack jaws. The first to speak was Vin ¡° What the fuck! How the fuck does that fucking work! That''s not how magic works.¡± It my time to stop. ¡° Why doesn''t it work that way. Isn¡¯t that exactly what happened.¡± ¡°No you fucing idot thats not how it fucking works you can¡¯t just traid for anything you want. You need to use the right currency or mana and even then their are limitations and faults. You can¡¯t just wish yourself a perfect body with¡­ the price of self improvement is self sacrifice. You need to give up something important to you to gain something like that. Look ok magic is like this¡­ imagine I want some dirt ok so what do I use to trade for that mana right but if-¡° ¡° I¡¯m sorry what''s mana?¡± A word I haven¡¯t heard before was used as if I should know of it. Que hides behind my head. ¡° What did you trade to get like that¡­ siliver you said you were rich right so silver¡± Vin made an assumption. I feel the need to correct it ¡° No I traded life force¡± ¡° Ahhh fuck you did what? Life force? Do humans have that? What the fuck you can trade with that to begin with? hhh fuck this is messing with my mind¡­ ok so that''s not how magic works ok¡­ A magician is born with a extremely limited number or amount of mana and they use this mana to make a connection to a place called the gate we all have one inside us just like we all have mana, when you make a deal with your gate you set a currency something you pay to receive something from the gate ok so what is your currency¡­ Que what is his currency¡± Que respond like she had been caught. ¡° Emotion¡­ his currency is emotion. Ok I now that sounds bad but its not I only trade pain and fear ok he still has love and without hesitation his curiosity should grow so it''s not like¡­ I also trade all negative feelings towards me so no matter what he will see me positively¡­ but that was only so he could survive ok¡­ I also took away some memories that were painful so his psyche would handle it better¡­ we also spent a couple years of lifespan to add some more things in their. But it''s ok I know of a way to change currency so I will help him later but¡­ It¡¯s ok right Jax¡­ your ok right?¡± I rise up a thumb behind my head in an ok sign and hear a sigh come from Que. Vin grabbed me and pulled me closer. Our foreheads butted but I felt nothing and I know see why. She spoke some words to me than turned to face me. ¡°Fuck Que... It¡¯s impossible to get back something you have paid but you should be able to live a normal life still but you can¡¯t use magic ever until you get it changed ¡­ wait what memories? Que why did you skip over that?¡± Que dug herself in my shirt as if to hide from Vin and she then said ¡° I destroyed any memories he had with his mother. She died yesterday so Jax was on the verge of breaking but he was just delaying it so I obligated it because I felt it would be bad if this acted up while I was having Jax over here help me home. Well I needed his implant¡± ¡°Why?¡± Vin seems angry like she was betrayed and Keith is also a little shocked but not much. ¡° You idiot Que what the fuck! How could you do that to yourself!¡± Vin screamed over my shoulder at the hidden Que. Also what does Vin mean herself she did that to me? ¡°Im sorry! Ok fuck off V! It was that or die ok. I have no other choice their was literally no other way no leave me alone. Leave me alone! I am angry! ¡± Que said from my back leg pants pocket as a vivid looking Vin stared me down. It took awhile but her face relaxed as she patted my head ¡° Your just the victim here¡­ Did G suggest that you use that magic?¡± < I take full responsibility.> ¡° I fucking knew it¡± Vin storm off east again. Keith looked at me and angry was their but hidden as best he could. It wasn¡¯t for any other reason than professionality that he didn¡¯t attack me then and their. I also felt as if he wanted to respect Vin¡¯s verdict even if he didn¡¯t agree. Although I think I might have done something but i¡¯m not sure. Then we continue to walk. But no one talked like before despite me asking a few more questions. ***** A few sand dunes over a giant wheel stood connected to two more wheels with someone hiding in the centre walking in the wheel like a hamster and a hamster ball. A large beating motor was chained up in the centre of the three wheels with a seat attached to its side and. A mix of rotten flesh and metal sat in the seat that was decaying in places that the flesh touched but it hand a remarkable human face almost stapled onto its chest. The face¡¯s mouth open in closed as if it was in pain each time a little bit of the vile liquid that was presented with the marauders drip onto a plate of metal that had a hole melted through it where the liquided landed. The ball of rot and rust squared itself up with the screen before it beforehand it had been tasked with reconnaissance to look for meat to sell for pecans or at least it remember it as pecans despite the bird the being desiring a completely different creature named pelican it still did it job for one reason. It was its responsibility to help its family members and the marauders saw all of their tribe as family. But it had sent a report and now that order didn¡¯t apply its new order was to kill. This was its favourite order and it often likened this order to its favourite colour and flower. It could feel the push of something as the need to kill spread through it like wildfire and it reaches forward with three tendrils and pressed them on the screen and half its mass separated from the other half and leaned over to pick up a giant cannon it name Lilly after the flower it once saw in a book. This was a ironic plasma cannon. It new about plasma and that it was bad to use in tight spaces because the heat from the ammunition can cook the welder but in turn it was beautiful because when you shot something it turned into a magma flower just like the one it saw in its book it took from the pointy ear people that it believes are called Elfen or Elfy. It hate elves but it doesn''t know why and often finds itself questioning that as well as why things need to suffer. It doesn''t like it when it family suffers. The two side wheels begin turning and it rushes forward towards the three shadows it saw on the horizon Zoooooo the gun fires off into the distance. It can¡¯t tell if its hit but the computer says it will. It watches happens speeding along in hope to see a better magma flower when the lazar hits the shadows and makes them go away. Far away. But then a wall of sand shoots up into the sky and the lazar is cut in half and sent of into two directions. It look down to see that the top of the weapon is spitting steam and thinks its still ok so it fire again still driving closer and once more the thing splits into two although this happened a lot sooner than last time. Amazed by this phenomenon he fire again repeatedly. It drove forward and drove over a sand dune to see a elf with long blonde hair swing a long blade at it. Then the vehicle and it inside was cleaved perfectly in two. ¡° Fuck I am mad! FUCK!¡± the elf named Vin screamed at the top of her lungs before she began to repeatedly cut up the vehicle and the thing in side until nothing was bigger than a few centimeters she look at the horizon to see hundreds of similar makeshift vehicles lined up for a charge as well as a giant vehicle that had over 10,000 tank treads and over 300 cannons. Vin frowned and she turned slightly and¡­ she ran. ¡° Fuck am I mad?¡± She screamed as she ran towards Jaxs and Keith