《THE WHISPERS IN THIS DARK, CRUEL, AND GHOSTLY WORLD》


 (prologue): This dark Worlds ghosts

    BY J. TNANGA


    (Prologue): This dark world¡¯s Ghosts


    Metro-Police City:


    While walking closer and closer in the forward direction towards a well-designed building, it could be noticed that no one was in the streets. It was an empty town, as if it has been evacuated, giving it the air of an abandoned ghost town you might see in a scary movie. A man entered the well-designed building. While entering, noticed blood on the walls, gun bullets, guns, and arms and gore around the entrance, with many military equipment, some broken to pieces, but many seems to be able to function properly. All those marks on the walls and body parts, indicate a huge battle involving many soldiers and different military units have been fighting something or someone.


    The man still continues to walk inside the building as if nothing thus far has surprised him, that everything had a typical tune to it, and as if to further prove this, the man started to whistle a tune, as if he was here to just do a mission. He finally found the main desk of the building, and avoiding the elevator, took the stairs, and no longer walking started to run up the stairs with full speed. Stating: running, would be an understatement, for the man wasn¡¯t just running, he was running at a speed that had far surpassed any humans, he was running so fast, there was nothing to see but a blur.


    He reaches the 36th floor in mere seconds, well below 20 seconds. He found the door that lead to the floor¡¯s hallway, but instead of pulling the door to get to the hallway, he waits a few hesitant seconds, listening in. Voices can be heard, but nothing can be made out, or to be more exact, a normal human being would have great difficulty hearing anything at all, in fact, a human being wouldn¡¯t know someone was talking at all from this distance, but this man wasn¡¯t the average joe, he was something else, something that exceeds common sense.


    ¡°¡­¡­ please don¡¯t hurt us, please¡± said a man with a loud voice, crying with a constant flow of tears.


    The man was dressed with a light yellow shirt and a pants, he was kneeling in the floor with his hands behind his back, with a rope knotting them together, making him unable to use his hands. Behind him were three others, the man¡¯s wife, and his three children, two daughters, and a rather young boy age about 5 years old.


    ¡°Shut-up, you will die¡± said a mechanical voice that make it look quite wicked and detestable coming from a very beautiful young lady of age 25.


    This young woman was sturdy for her age, but look slim with her light red hair similar to a rose, her face is one of those pale faces that look eternally beautiful and stunning the more you look at her, her eyes emerald green makes her look even more perfect, especially her lips dyed red with lipstick.


    The unknown man from the start, approaches with a rather slow walk compared to before, with a different kind of facial expression from when he was whistling.


    ¡°Love is the most beautiful emotion, isn¡¯t it?¡± asked the unknown man, sarcastically but to no one in particular.


    The man had pitch back hair and light brown eyes, dressed in a professional clothing style with a suit, a black hat and a craftily well designed brown and black cane. He walks closer and closer the group clearly being held against their wishes, he paused his walk directly under one of the hallway¡¯s bright light. The light with its constant glow, finally show the unknown man¡¯s face. His looks finally reveal, causes everyone watching to hold their breaths, he was either more beautiful or equally beautiful as the young lady holding those individuals¡¯ captive. His looks were mesmerizing. His voice was sweet and gentle, as if being able to penetrate anyone¡¯s heart.


    ¡°It¡¯s been too long since I last saw you, my most beloved¡± said the man in a gently sweetened tone voice than before.


    ¡°¡­¡­I shall kill you, just like I kill all the rest¡± said the mechanical voice coming from the beautiful lady, with a slight hesitation.


    ¡°You are being brainwashed by Ghost, and the only way to save you is to either kill ghost or to kill you. As you can imagine, that is why they sent me here, my beloved, to take your life, even though it will break mine¡± said the man with a saddened tone, and his eyes depicting sadness in it, as if tears were ready to start flowing.


    ¡°Die!!!!!!!!!!!!!¡± yelled the beautiful lady with a shriek.


    She starts using her super-fast speed towards the man, to deliver a catastrophic punch, if not avoided or block, could lead to serious injuries. The man using his super-fast reflexes quickly use his arms to block it, and a loud sound of the wind is heard as if just blocking that strike was causing air friction.


    ¡°I am going to connect with you in your mind, my beloved, I cannot bear what you have become¡± said the man, still continuing with his sad tone.


    The woman, quickly retreat to a good distance, and run towards the walls, walk on them, then, by applying one foot to the wall, jump towards the man; the man quickly dodges the attack, and uses his cane to strike the woman in her neck, which she blocks using her left hand. She quickly tries to take the cane away from the man, to throw it away, but the man uses his full strength to keep holding the cane, then the woman quickly changes her tactics of attack and decides to constantly attack with her right hand, and the man continues to dodge and block each consecutive strikes, and this goes on and on with punch attacks and kicks being involved as well for at least a good 10 minutes.


    With a nonstop stalemate, the man then quickly stopped blocking the woman¡¯s punch attacks, and while taking some damages with some blood and wounds appearing in his faces since all the attacks are in super-fast speed, barely visible in the eyes of normal humans, he put his free hand to the woman¡¯s head and closes his eyes.


    The area of the battle disappears as if it was never there in the first place, the hallway, the building, everything disappears and is replace by nothingness, with the exception that in this darkness with no light, there was a single point of light dimly lighted, that seems to be moving. Upon closer inspection, it was the same man that was fighting the woman a while ago, still dressed in the same exact clothing but with the cane and a dimly lighted oil lamp in his hand and he seems to be in a hurry, searching for something, looking all around himself, all the while muttering to himself, ¡°am I too late¡±, but then shaking his head as if to clear doubt from his mind, and regaining a slight confidence in what he is doing, repeats for what seemed like the hundredth time so far:


    ¡°Wake-up, sweetheart¡± said the young man¡¯s voice.


    But no answer was return, the area still remained foggy with mists and darkness and nothingness still around. There was no land, it was similar to swimming except you could more or less walk on this mists and fog, similar to walking in the water in the beach, (walking while in the sea, just not too deep to require swimming), then, the man as if he had just given up in this particular direction he was taking, turn to another direction, and starts walking towards it. He was walking as if he knew where he was going in this directionless, empty wide space. Then, as if someone was watching all along, steps can be heard, and suddenly a voice can be heard.


    ¡°Is that you, darling?¡± asked the very same woman that the man was fighting previously.


    The woman was the same with the exception that she was no longer wearing the same clothes she was wearing before, and currently, she was wearing a dark red dress, visibly showing part of her bosom, similar to how extravagant dresses for the rich were made, suggesting her vast fortune. Her hair was well taken care of, with a style that suits her attractiveness, and her beautiful red lips.


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    ¡°My love, I have finally found you at last, after three hundred years¡± said the man, finally using a calm voice, with relief showing in his voice.


    ¡°How did you find me?¡± inquired the woman.


    ¡°I looked everywhere, in almost every country, and still couldn¡¯t find you. I became a government agent, working for the government¡¯s highest priority case, they send me to kill vampires or others of the unnatural kinds, using me as a tool and even though I knew what I got myself into, did as they asked of me, knowing sooner or later, I would eventual find you, then I would leave this damned job¡± said the man with his facial expression showing a slight annoyance.


    ¡°But, I can¡¯t see anything anymore¡­. I¡¯ve done some terrible things, things that I can never forget, I kill too many for me to count¡­. My mind is broken, George, you should know by now, look at how dark my consciousness has become, I can no longer go back to the world¡­.. you know what to do George¡± said the woman with sadness and duty in her voices, staring at the man she called George, staring straight in his beautiful light brown eyes.


    ¡°No, I cannot do that¡­ you know I cannot, I would never be able to live with myself, after searching for three hundred years for you, searching so many countries, becoming an agent, exterminating my own kind¡­ I did all that for you, for our love¡­ I cannot do that, I definitely cannot¡± said George with resolution showing in his face.


    ¡°I know you George, I know you will do the right thing¡± said the woman with tears showing in her face.


    ¡°How can you say such a thing¡± yelled George. ¡°Don¡¯t you want to be together with me once more, like old times? Don¡¯t you love me?¡±


    ¡°I do, George, I really do, but you know it would never be the same¡­.with the way I have become, there is no going back¡­.there is no other way, you have to be the one to do this George¡± said the woman, hugging George, and tears flowing.


    ¡°Why¡­please¡­..there have to be another way¡± George said, his resolution shaken.


    ¡°George, would you like to dance, like old times?¡± asked the beautiful lady with a sweet tone that is just as beautiful as herself.


    ¡°I can¡¯t kill you Jeanette, that is the one thing I cannot¡­.I mustn¡¯t do¡± states George.


    Jeanette, completely ignoring George¡¯s statement, grabbed his hands, and holding each in her hand, took a dance pose, and a beautiful sad tune began to play, similar to a sad melody.


    ¡°I will dance with you, Jeanette, my love, my beautiful love¡± said George with his voice shaking up.


    The two individuals, with an old fashion oil-lamp that was used mostly in the early 1800s and early 1900s, danced. The sad melody continues to follow their every steps, and with every steps taken, an old memory resurfaced and is display in their minds, and they both remembered their times together, during a time long forgotten, during the beginning of a new era, those two were there, during a new country forming, those two were present. They were there during many different time periods, and after such a long millennium, one of them is going to finally die. And their danced continues.


    After dancing, and not staying a word for three hours, and their oil-lamp becoming even more dim than before, displaying that the oil was finishing, suggesting that whatever place this was, had a time limit for the young man named George.


    ¡°It is time¡­George, I love you¡­.I love you so much, you are the only person to have ever made me feel this way, I had a wonderful millennium with you, take care, do the right thing George, I know you¡­I love you¡± said the young lady named Jeanette. ¡°farewell, George¡±


    ¡°No, don¡¯t go, we still have some time¡± said George in panic, with deep panic showing in his face.


    But the lady ignored him, and starts to walk in the opposite direction, looking ahead of herself, not turning back, but staring straight ahead, as if looking at how her future that could have been with George had been twisted around, and not by fate at that, but by someone, and with a single tear falling down from her right cheek, she disappears in the mist, as if she was never there, as if all along she was merely a hallucination.


    The area starts to become distorted and unbalanced, George had to use his strength and hold the lamp carefully to not lose any balance, soon, the whole place seems to flicker, and for a moment, the area previously reappeared as if it was there all along, the building, the family tied down, the two young adults-the woman continuously attacking the man, and the man with his hand still at the woman¡¯s head and eyes close but loosening up, starting to open up, then everything went back to the area of darkness and nothingness but mists. Then flicker again, and again, as if the area of darkness, the conscious mind, as Jeannette stated, was slowly but surely dispersing and going back to real-time. It flickers once more, and this time stayed in real-time for a good amount of seconds, to display how much damage the man had already suffer, then went back to the conscious mind, then flickers again, except this time, staying in reality, and not going back the consciousness again.


    ¡°It was well lasted, my beloved, I truly care about you, if there was another way, I would have done it, but the only way to remove mind-control is to either get the person who put it in the first place to remove it or kill the person who put the mind-control or just kill the person being mind-controlled¡± state George. ¡°I love you, my dear, as one of your final requests, I shall grant it. Farewell, Jeanette¡±


    Then the man pierced the woman¡¯s heart with his bare-hand. He pushes his hand all the way inside the woman¡¯s heart, piercing through her flesh, organs and all, reached her heart then took it out, ending the woman¡¯s life, and threw away her heart. He gently grabs the falling body of his most beloved, and disappears, or to be more exact, ran so fast, it was as if he teleported.


    The man next appeared, near an old house, 100 km away from the building he was in, in a mere twenty minutes of running, without so much as being out of breath, he calmly with tears in his eyes drop the body gently in the floor, and goes to the master bedroom in this old house.


    The old house, was made entirely of wood, brownish wood, similar to a cabin you might see in a wood, the house was old, very old, as if it was from a distant time period. The man comes out of the master bedroom with a coffin, well made, with different designs, designs no longer of this era. He puts the coffin down, open it, and put her body inside, then closing the coffin, disappears once more in this calm night without so much as a sound being emitted in this ghostly dark night.


    The man appears once more, this time 400 km away from the old house with a mere eighty minutes, suggesting this to be this man¡¯s full speed, one hundred kilometers in twenty minutes. He, then, with the coffin in his hand, deposit her body, in the ocean, in the deep ocean where no one would find her body, so she can finally have her eternal rest, so that she can finally be free of ghost¡­..

 Chapter 1: Three Years Later

    By J. TNANGA


    ¡°After the Metro-police City incident that left thousands of people being evacuated, leaving only military personnel and helicopters going in and out for many hours in the city, it is stated that everything has been resolved but due to security and health reasons, no one is allowed back in the city until further investigations have been done and everything have been fixed and clean, which will take approximately six months, this is the latest news development about Metro-Police City¡± stated a long brown haired woman in a professional attire speaking in the TV. ¡°Further news and information will be disclosed later this afternoon¡±.


    All the people in that particular car in that train were by no means talking while the news was being broadcast about Metro-police. All conversations were stopped, everyone was staring at the TV screens, as if it was the most important thing they care about, as if what the news was discussing was one of the most dangerously important topic of all. So, after the news, the silenced still remained for a couple of seconds, the silenced was profound as if it was deadly, that is until someone finally open his mouth and said something, then everyone as if to catch their breath, starts looking at each other, and starts interacting again with each other in a typical ¡°people in the train conversations¡± that you might see if you ever taken the train.


    ¡°Wow, can¡¯t believe this happened? I wonder what caused all this destruction in Metro-police¡± wondered aloud a young man that looks like a university student.


    ¡°Don¡¯t think too much about, you might realize that it was some kind of criminal organization and that you were worrying too much¡± said a much older man that looks to be in his fifties and that he wasn¡¯t the type to be surprised very much.


    ¡°Oh, yeah, a criminal organization caused all this destruction, is there even an organization that could destroy all those buildings in a flash, and what about that blurred object that appear every time those buildings are being destroy, and the blurred object kind of looked like a human being, don¡¯t you think¡± said a woman very fast with average looks and blue eyes.


    ¡°No, I don¡¯t know what that was about, but are you really going to believe what some teenager sent to news stations about a flying human destroying buildings? Are you even making sense¡± said the same older man from before.


    ¡°But what could it have been¡± said the student.


    ¡°I say, we stopped talking about it and just forget about it, too much worrying will do no good¡± said the older man.


    The conversations then shift from worrying about metro-police to what song and music band and other interesting things are being discussed or are popular. Then unexpectedly, a loud bang sound is heard in this train. The loud sound seems to have come from one of the cars all the way in the front, but it was so loud that everyone in this particular car thought it was theirs that made the bang sound and started to panic.


    Everyone looked at the window, and waited for the conductor to say something, but no voice ever came, but the train did stop moving. After a few seconds of maddening silence, screams all over the train can be heard. Blood and body parts seems to be flying all around the car next to the people that were discussing about Metro-Police.


    Then with a rather large bang and this time a crack sound, the car doors are open with brute force, and pieces of the door are broken and fall to pieces. A brute hairy man, no, something that resemble a human with two arms and legs, but hairy with fur all around his body, and yelling that werewolf sound that a wolf makes in the night, then, with full speed, starts devouring those humans, and body parts starts to fly around once more.


    ¡°no, no, please don¡¯t, please¡­¡± said the old man that was previously talking, as tears starts to fall down his cheeks.


    The student that was talking before, did not even have time to even say a word, his brain seeing such a monstrosity, only had time to peed himself before having his head ripped apart by the hands of the werewolf. The woman was no difference, before she could even move to run, she was grabbed and devoured. Everyone in the cart died.


    Three years later:


    It has been three years since the announcement of Metro-police, since the New York Train incident. The world during that time have completely changed. The world is no longer the same. It no longer followed the same social biological order it once used to. Humans during those three years have come to the realization that they are not the most powerful creatures in the world, they are not the hunters but the hunted.


    A study since the early 1900''s by a scientific organization called LEOVA came to realized that there was a slight mutation, a variation if you will, in the genes of some humans in the population, that sooner or later would lead to a new form of evolution, humanities next evolution. One would think, that if the next evolution is being research that it would be in every news report in the world, well, that is not the case. The government, before LEOVA could tell the world, confiscated all such documents and gather the scientist to not disclosed it to the world, that the world could take it in a bad way, and that the government promise to fund their research and all they have to do is do more research and the government promise that they would reveal it to humanity at a later time, when the time was good, as the government called it.


    But that never happened. It is the year 2201, that year, the year that the New York Train Incident began and spread throughout the world in a matter of months, that year where so many people all over the world died, that particular year, changed everything about the world. Humans realized have truly weak they can be. We, humans have thought all this time that, it was with knowledge we defeated our ancestors, the previous generation of humans, which is partly correct, but this new evolution isn¡¯t just intelligence it grants, it allows individuals strength that exceeds humans, speed that is so fast, it is nothing but blur, and increased intelligence, and an ability to transform into werewolf.


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    That same year, humans learned that nature itself was against them. The temperature dropped completely to negative 20 Celsius and stayed that way for a year, then changed again to an all-time high of 185 degrees Celsius. And now for the third year, it is cold once again, it is frozen everywhere. Humans had no chance against their natural enemy, their planet themselves. The surviving humans out of the 14 billion that existed, there is only 5 million left. Humans had no chance but to cower in fear and hide underground. Only underground could they have survived such harsh weather. The werewolves are all on the surface, walking around devouring any humans that dare come to the surfaced.


    The werewolves are able to use their thick skin and fur to survive in such harsh weather, and during the year of (heat), the year when it is super- hot, the werewolves transform back to regular humans and still persist on walking around on the surfaced especially at night. We call the year when it is super-hot, the year of heat, since the planet seems to be going in a cycle according to the few researchers left.


    Humans also came to the knowledge that there was another group, that existed alongside them, in fact, those very tunnels and underground compartments and buildings found underground that ¡°the government stated they created¡± were all actually the vampires¡¯. The vampires that humans came to learn existed since long ago, many millenniums, they existed somewhere slightly before the Roman Empire collapsed, a couple of centuries before the Byzantine part of the Roman empire collapse, the Vampires came to existence, and they were in hiding from humans. They were hiding underground for many times, since for some unknown reasons, during the Roman Empire, humans were far stronger than the vampires and vampires were very pale and drink blood, therefore, the Romans persecuted them until they finally ran underground and lived there ever-since. It wasn¡¯t until the Romans collapsed and a new era began, that vampires started to go on the surface, and the population of people began to increase.


    It is only when the new era began that vampires realized humans have changed, that vampires for some reason, became much more powerful than humans, and vampires being cautious as they are, did some experiment by plunging the world into a bloody war for blood, for the blood consumed by the vampires were never enough, and that is when they realized, human¡¯s DNA have changed, they were much weaker, and that the environment have also changed. Nature (this planet) itself have undergone a major change, making the environment to change humans slowly but surely, making us, humans, weaker, slower than our Roman ancestors.


    When Vampires realized this, they did research to find another way to survived instead of always kidnapping children and drinking their blood, which they did many times since they went underground to survive. Vampires finally discovered that as long as they performed a sort of ancient ritual that the ancient Greeks wrote, they could survive a decade without drinking blood, and that only a small amount of blood was needed to do the ritual, a small blood packet should be enough for each vampire for a whole decade. And since they weren¡¯t that many vampires in the first place, only three hundred thousand, the government of powerful nations have been supplying them with blood, for knowledge and understanding of culture, history, and some rituals that the vampires called magic rituals. Humans became aware they were more unknown things, than even them, were aware, and that¡¯s when the panics truly began.


    When humans panic that is never a good sign, especially when millions of people are panicking. It is one of the cruelest things to watch. Panic can sometimes lead many to suicide, which is exactly what happened. It wasn¡¯t the werewolves that caused the real damage and yes, the werewolves caused damages, but it was the humans themselves that got themselves into this mess. When the werewolves showed up at complete random and started wreaking havoc across towns, states, and even countries, the world powers relied upon missiles trying to destroy those nasty creatures, to show them who have true power, but the werewolves merely leap in the air, grabbed the missiles and using their super strength, threw it right where it came from. That was truly catastrophic, before the order came to stop sending those missiles, the damage was already done. No one could say any excuses.


    The government then, as their only options, asked the vampires for help, and the vampires finding this interesting but also being cautious decided to help capture some of those werewolves, but the consequences were dire. The werewolves, as the vampires found out fast enough, were their natural enemy. One clawed-like strike that leave a mark on a vampire by the long nails of werewolves causes high-temperature fever and hallucination, and always end with the vampires¡¯ death. It was a sure-way to death. The vampires as quickly as they discover this, issues direct order to all vampires that they need to come and remained underground right now, most immediately and those very orders even came directly from their King, King Ulkeryvitch, but it was too late, before the vampires on the surface realized what was happening, tons of thousands of them have been killed, devoured, exterminated by the werewolves.


    The vampires¡¯ current population is but 30 thousand. It went from three hundred thousand to a mere thirty thousand, in just a couple of months, the couple of time it took for the vampires on the surface to reach their respective underground gate section, well-hidden from the prying eyes, but alas, vampires loved the surface so much that hundreds of thousands of them were on the surface, most were trying to live their life out, enjoying the fresh air and most of them were far from their respective gate section, while the others wanted to stay and fight the werewolves, with the days before the gate closing and vampires fighting the werewolves, and humans dying, vampires on the surface have all by now come to an end, except for a select few that still persist to live even after all they have encountered.


    If this was the worst of it all, then it would have been a rather nice ending for humans and vampires leaving in harmony underground, but this was not the end. Nature (planet) still had big plans for the world, even with the creation of its henchmen, the werewolves (having no control over themselves at all, merely acting based solely on their biological instincts), that was still not enough for nature, nature still needed one last thing, something that could give those werewolves orders, tell them what to do, guide them, something that would be a personification of nature itself, something that would be nature¡¯s full power, with its wisdom and knowledge, something that would be its symbol. Ghosts.

 Chapter 2: The Dark Truth

    By J. TNANGA


    ¡°Hahaha, this world sure have changed, and in only three years at that¡± laughed sarcastically, an old man.


    The old man was very old, with a small patch of freckles on his face. This old man was dressed in a green t-shirt and blue jeans, which was covered up with a large black coat and sweaters, gloves, which made him look really weird in his body, as if he didn¡¯t seem to be the type of person that generally wore such clothing.


    ¡°What do you think we should do, Gal-bricks?¡± asked the old man to the person behind him.


    Before, it appeared that the old man was by himself, but upon closer inspection, it appears there were several individuals behind the old man, as if following the old man¡¯s leadership. All those individuals were wearing long sleeve dark shirt which has its own hoody,and coats which they all wore. The hoody was covering their head, making only part of their face visible.


    One of the several individuals move closer and walked right next to the old man, removed the hood, looked in front, observing the same area on the surface that the old man was looking at while he made the sarcastic statement from before. Upon closer inspection, the individual that is next to the old man was actually the shortest one out of all the individuals present, the individual was very short and gives the appearance of a young child.


    ¡°First of all, you keep on pronouncing my name wrong, which I suspect is being done on purpose, just to bother me, and secondly, we need to move faster. The werewolves, will be coming¡± said the young child with a serious tone.


    The young child looked to be 7 years of age, with long black hair held in a ponytail, yet the child¡¯s face didn¡¯t give any signs of the gender of the child. The child¡¯s face was beautiful, cute, in an adorable way.


    ¡°Yeah, yeah, I know, but how are we going to get in¡± said the old man with voice that suggest he was used to this child saying such things to him.


    ¡°We will get what we came to get, and then leave as fast as we can¡± said the child in a somewhat mysterious way as to not give away anything. ¡°It will be fun watching you fight if you don¡¯t run away and hide like last time, Oden¡±


    The old man named Oden, completely ignored the statement, knowing it was some kind of trap that would further humiliate him if he challenged the statement, and decided to make it comeback at a later time.


    Suddenly all the individuals as if this was their signal, all removed the hoods, and their appearances have been revealed. One of the several individual was a red eye girl with a bright smile, she had freckles and she was beautiful. She looked to be seventeen years old, she was beautiful young lady.


    ¡°You sure just love talking this way, isn¡¯t that right Gall-Bree?¡± asked the beautiful red-eyed lady.


    ¡°¡­.not really, Jasmine¡± replied the child.


    ¡°Why are you always acting like a man, you are just a child, act more like a girl sometimes, sugar pie¡± said one of the individuals next Jasmine.


    This particular individual had dark brownish hair that looks really beautiful in the sunlight, her face looked gentle just like her personality seemed.


    ¡°Stop saying such strange things, Farla, you are not cute at all¡± replied the child.


    ¡°Oh, really, now sweetheart¡± replied Farla with a teasing tone. ¡°And what are you going to do about it, Gall-Bree?¡±


    ¡°Nothing, just never mind¡± replied the child with a look of no longer caring about this non-sense conversation.


    The wind then blows and blows the hair of the child up, therefore revealing that the child has a very girlish face with beautiful long eye-lashes, a pale skin similar to how one would expect to see in a girl¡¯s face. The girl then proceeds removing her purple scarf around her neck. Then with a loud voice, states:


    ¡°Let the mission begin¡±


    Then all of the individuals that were on the cliff started running at full speed. The little girl had to be carried by another individual. The little girl was being carried by a muscular man, with big muscles and had a scar in his face that kind of show the half-line of his face, as if something was trying to cut his face in half, and a beard.


    ¡°Ho,ho,hohoho, I got you little girl!!¡± Said the muscular man, as he grabbed the little girl and starts running with the others.


    ¡°I am not even going to bother responding to your statement, Juviar¡± said the little girl in a very serious deadly tone. ¡°Now, I am going to relax and close my eyes for a second, wake me up when we arrived at the main door, and don¡¯t ever laugh or say things like that, especially with your deep voice, Juviar¡±.


    ¡°Okey-dockey!!!¡± yelled Juviar in a happy voice as if he¡¯s the happiest and goofiest man in the world.


    One hour later:


    ¡°We have arrived, your Majesty¡± stated Oden in purpose knowing he hit a nerve. ¡°Have the Journey been excellent?¡±


    ¡°I will kill you!!!¡± yelled Gall-Bree with rage and something deadly in his eyes. ¡°I detect SARCASM, Oden, the guy who ran when faced in a life or death situation, leaving us behind to save ourselves¡±


    ¡°I knew you would bring it up¡± laughed Oden. ¡°You are just so childish¡±


    ¡°Are you trying to die, Oden¡± replied Gall-Bree so swiftly and quickly, that it took a moment for everyone to have comprehend what she said, and by then the cold gaze piercing Oden had intensified.


    Everyone, even Juviar that still had Gall-Bree on top of his back (shoulder), was frozen, as if they were afraid of saying anything or even moving to stop those two. It was more like everyone in this group would never challenge Gall-Bree¡¯s authority and would never mess with Gall-Bree directly like that. Everyone, even though it wasn¡¯t in their conscious thought, were terrified of Gall-Bree. And their frozen reaction prove so.


    ¡°Sorry, I am really sorry, I didn¡¯t mean to, it just that what you said about running away was still bothering me and I couldn¡¯t let it go, so, I wanted to hit your nerves a bit. I will not do that again¡± replied Oden, as if his life was in danger, with cold sweat falling from his forehead.


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    ¡°If you do that again, I can¡¯t guarantee your safety¡± said Gall-Bree as if it was more of an afterthought than a response to what Oden said.


    Everyone then finally manages to catch their breath, and starts breathing properly again, especially Oden. Oden, in his conscious mind, made a note to never called Gall-Bree a princess or prince, or majesty or anything related to royalty again for as long as he lived. The group, after finally regaining their footing starts walking towards the dark building.


    The dark building, just like they observed when they were in the cliff, was similar to a factory, with black smoke rising to the air. The factory had small traces of blood on its wall, proving that people died there, but since it was the year of ice, any traces of other evidence was well frozen. In front of the factory was a main door with a numeric ten-digit keypad. It would take forever to get in, if someone didn¡¯t know how to get it open, which this group included someone that was a specialist in computer programming, Gall-Bree.


    Gall-Bree, took the lead and approaches the keypad, and while taking some tools from her large pockets, starts examining what sort of keypad it was. She discovered it was just a typical keypad, not one of the latest technology, which means, it won¡¯t take her that long to hack in. Taking her tools and connecting it to the keypad screen, she starts her expertise. In less than five minutes, they were in. The main doors open, and everyone waits further instructions from Gall-Bree before moving.


    ¡°Last time that we went to a factory, we met many werewolves¡¯ forces, and instead of finishing the missions like we had calculated, we met a small miscalculation. One of our members decided to run away instead of taking what we came here to take. I hope this will not happen again¡± stated Gall-Bree as she gives Oden a look.


    ¡°Yes, sir¡± replied everyone.


    Everyone starts moving in pre-calculated divisions. Gall-Bree and Juviar in one group. Farla and Jasmine in another. And last but not least, Oden by himself. Gall-Bree and Juviar went to examined what the Werewolves¡¯ forces are up to, and examined what they are building and to steal some tech. Jasmine and Farla went to the food supply, to carry as many food packages they can, which is why, both ladies carried with them a small bag, which once opens reveal a large amount of space that can take large quantities of space. It was truly a remarkable device, capable of fitting in your pockets, but once enlarge, become large enough to take large things. Oden went to steal documents containing the amount of floors contained in this factory, information about other factories, their exact location, and Oden was also charge with lookout.


    ¡°Man, I am getting to old for this. I am already 45 years old. I can¡¯t believe I used to be a businessman before all this¡± thought Oden. ¡°I had quite the luxurious life too¡±


    As everyone continues to search the lobby floor of the factory, without making much noise as to get attention from the possible werewolves lurking around, the werewolves were in the 3rd floor and were building something.


    Jasmine found another huge door, which she and Farla went in. They found themselves in a huge room filled with guns bulletproof vests and many other weapons.


    ¡°Guess we should contact Gall-Bree¡± states Farla.


    ¡°No, not yet. Let¡¯s have a moment to ourselves first¡± replied Jasmine. ¡°I just don¡¯t want to see his face yet¡±


    ¡°You mean Gall-Bree? I thought Gall-Bree was a girl!!¡± replied Farla. ¡°I was even messing around with her¡±


    ¡°After the way Gall-Bree acted, I am not so sure¡± said Jasmine in a low scared voice. ¡°We don¡¯t know whether Gall-Bree is a girl or a boy, and no one have had the gut to ask Gall-Bree¡±


    ¡°That is true, I was wondering why Oden always treat Gall-Bree like a guy¡± stated Farla, as if she didn¡¯t realize that Jasmine was scared. ¡°But it really doesn¡¯t matter that much whether Gall-Bree is a girl or a guy, nothing is going to change much, Gall-Bree is the one that saved all of us, and brought us hope that we can actually survive and out of all of us, Gall-Bree is the best!!¡±


    ¡°Yeah, you are right, Gall-Bree is definitely a good person¡± said Jasmine with a slight blush.


    ¡°Gall-Bree wouldn¡¯t do anything to hurt us¡±


    ¡°That¡¯s right, afterall Gall-Bree defeated three werewolves that were going to kill us, all without having fought them directly. Gall-Bree really is the best and smartest¡± said Farla with great admiration. ¡°But don¡¯t tell her, I said that¡±


    ¡°I won¡¯t¡± laughed Jasmine.


    Then the two girls gave each other a hug, and with Jasmine feeling better, they contacted Gall-Bree on their radio-transmitter that was in their ears.


    ¡°What, you found the weapon room, okay, I¡¯ll go there right now, I¡¯ll find you two on the gps trackers. Thanks¡± replied Gall-Bree. ¡°Ok, let¡¯s go, Juviar, follow this map projection¡±


    Gall-Bree then straightened her left arm straight, and pressed a button in her watch that look exactly like a typical digital watch, and suddenly a small projector screen is reveal, similar to a hologram, and a keyboard is also revealed. Gall-Bree then type something in the digital holographic keyboard, and a gps tracker is shown. And two green dots are shown next to each other, and then a holographic arrow is materialized and the gps tracker screen disappears. All of this happened in less than ten seconds.


    ¡°Follow the holographic arrow, Juviar¡±


    A door opens, and Oden look inside, but found nothing. There were no signs of any desk, and it was too dark to notice anything. ¡°I don¡¯t want to go inside¡± thought Oden. ¡°But if I don¡¯t, and Gall-Bree finds out, it¡¯ll get annoying¡±. With those thoughts in mind, Oden step inside the large room, that was too dark to see, and while moving, Oden realizes something is strange. ¡°there is definitely something here¡± though Oden. Oden then searches through the small bag he had with him inside his large black coat. ¡°Yes¡± thought Oden. Then he turns on the flashlight, and searching around the room, easily find what he was looking for. The room that Oden find himself in used to be a laboratory. The evidence is all around the room, the marks left by all those medical containers, there are still many blood bags found in the floor, and some medicine bottles that are on the found, which Oden foot touch one of those, which is why he knew there was something there, and decided to use his flashlight.


    While looking around the room with his flashlight, Oden then find on the wall, in big red writing that looks like it was writing in blood. "Ghosts are here and cannot be killed by any means". The moment Oden saw that, he started to panic and losing his common sense ran.

 Chapter 3: Unprecedented

    By J. TNANGA


    ¡°What is it, Oden?¡± said Gall-Bree sharply. ¡°This better be good or else¡­¡±


    ¡°G-hosts¡± said Oden weakly and out of breath. ¡°I saw¡ªwriting: ghosts¡±


    ¡°Whoa, whoa, Oden, calm down and tell me what¡¯s going on¡± answered Gall-Bree quickly as if ready to start making calculations in her head. ¡°Are there ghosts after you?¡±


    ¡°No, but I saw in one of those large rooms, a writing in blood that states, ¡®ghosts are here and cannot be killed by any means¡¯, I don¡¯t think we should be here, Gall-Bree¡±


    ¡°Oden, calm down and man up, that writing or whatever you saw could have been there since a long time ago¡± states Gall-Bree calmly. ¡°And besides we need materials, we cannot go back without them. We would die. So man up, you old coward son of a b-¡­., and seriously Oden, because of some stupid writing you already ready to run, how does it feel to get told that by a child less than half your age?¡±


    ¡°You, if I could just¡­.¡± Started Oden. ¡°Dam it, fine, I¡¯ll go back, but I swear if I see anything even stranger, I am out¡±


    ¡°That¡¯s the spirit¡± paused Gall-Bree. ¡°Except for the whole out part¡±


    ¡°Sometimes I wish you would just go and die¡± said Oden. ¡°My life would be so much better¡±


    ¡°Said the person whose miserable life got saved my me¡± responded Gall-Bree with a factual tone. ¡°Anyway, don¡¯t contact me unless you find something of actual significance¡±


    With the transmission conversation finished, Gall-Bree still on the shoulder of Juviar finally made their way to Jasmine and Jarla¡¯s whereabouts. They found Jasmine and Jarla examining the weapons and in the middle of conversation.


    ¡°So, this is the weapon room¡± states Gall-Bree as quickly as he arrived. ¡°Not bad. Those weapons could actually prove useful when meeting savage humans¡±


    A chill passed through both Jasmine and Farla as they heard that phrase. Jasmine and Farla once more look at the young child in front of them, and wonder who he/she truly is, and what has happened to caused him/her to become in such a way. But even though they had such wonders, neither one had the guts to ask, since they didn¡¯t know what could get on Gall-Bree¡¯s bad side.


    ¡°Anyway, put me down Juviar, I am going to collect some of those weapons¡± states Gall-Bree completely admiring those weapons and saying the sentence as if in a trance.


    Juviar quietly comply, and seems a bit sad with letting Gall-Bree off his shoulder, but nevertheless stay quiet to not change the line of thoughts Gall-Bree is currently having. The moment Gall-Bree was finally on the ground, he started walking and examining the weapons that she first saw when she came in the room. The laser-beam weapon, another one that looked small but the poster on the wall states it can shoot electromagnetic pulse, which causes anything in its immediate vicinity to be repulsed. It has a range of thirty meters. Another weapon was one that looked like a backpack, but has a mechanical device inside that allowed flying (the mechanical part is similar to the metal plate that swirl around to make the helicopter fly). The backpack didn¡¯t just have that, it also contains four metal tubes that can radiate a blast for launch that works together with the metal place to allow a smooth blast-off, navigation and landing for a nice enjoyable flight. Gall-Bree was extremely interested in that particular one.


    After a while of searching and grabbing weapons and putting them in her bag, Gall-Bree turned around to notice everyone staring at her.


    ¡°I just----um get like that from time to time when I see technologically advance military weapon, not yet released on the market¡± replied Gall-Bree with a bit of low tone that made her appear even cuter than before, both girls staring at Gall-Bree brushed.


    ¡°Well, well, well, what do we have here, Mr. Can¡¯t control myself when I see weapons?¡± said Farla with a bit of teasing in her voice. ¡°What are you a weapon maniac?¡±


    ¡°Anyway, let¡¯s move on¡± states Gall-Bree, in a factual tone, completely ignoring Farla¡¯a tease.


    ¡°We need to find food first, and Juviar, come help me carry those materials, I won¡¯t get on your shoulder so you can carry¡±


    With a bit of sadness to not have his fellow companion on his shoulder, Juviar did as asked.


    ¡°Gall-Bree, I found them, the werewolves are on the third floor, I took the stairs up. Don¡¯t worry they are asleep, but we should go before anything strange happens¡± said Oden, on the transmission device.


    ¡°Ok, copy that Oden¡± replied Gall-Bree. ¡°Okay, everyone, this is how it¡¯s going down. Oden you come down to the Lobby, and stay in the middle of the main hallway between the elevator and the staircase, in case any werewolves start to make any move so you can be on the look-out, Jasmine and Farla, since this was the weapon room, the kitchen should be located on the opposite side of this northwing, so the southwing, go there, that¡¯s how the different factories were build. Juviar and I will continue our search, okay?¡±


    ¡°Yes, sir¡± repeated everyone, including Oden, that was listening through the transmission device.


    ¡°Oh, now, I really wonder about that¡±


    Everyone including Gall-Bree froze. Not only was this a voice they did not recognized, there was no one there. The hallway was quite clear-lighted, and everyone could see each other and the floors and walls clearly, just like a hospital hallway. But no one was there. No one that could have said that sentence was there.


    ¡°Really Gall-Bree¡± said Farla. ¡°Trying to play some tricks¡±


    ¡°No, it wasn¡¯t me, and I am not the type to say do such things¡± replied Gall-Bree, looking for anything out of place.


    ¡°This isn¡¯t some tricks, my dear¡± said the unknown voice. ¡°I am right here¡±


    The next thing anyone felt was heavy hot breathing on their faces. Then everyone started to run for their lives. Everyone realized at that moment what was going on. The Ghosts are here. And they are going to tortured them to death. Laughter can be heard as the youngsters began to run with all their might. As they run, they began to reminisced of their times together, their beautiful days no matter how little time passed since they met, began to remember them vividly. Have you ever heard of the expression, you remembered every moment no matter how small right before you die, well, something similar to that was happening.


    This is the first time any humans have come in contact with ghosts. Or to be exact, no human that have ever come into contact with ghost have ever lived to tell. How humanity came aware of their presence was thanks to Vampires. Vampires as it turns out, could dodge attacks of Ghosts (the ghosts¡¯ magical attacks were very fast, but to a Vampire it was nothing but child¡¯s play), Vampires were quite capable of fighting ghosts, they were stronger, and faster than them, but the battle always ended up with the vampire either having to run away or dying.


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    It wasn¡¯t that Ghosts were more powerful than vampires, it was because any attacks/punches/kicks that the vampires threw at them, none of those damages pass through. Ghosts could pass through walls, they are literally ghosts, so no damage of any kind, be it with a weapon or any physical attacks could work on a ghost. That is why ghosts are the ultimate entity, capable of destroying both humans (possessing humans and making them kill other humans, then themselves, if they so ever reach. A skill calls possession, but has rarely been used, but mostly on humans) And Vampires. Since ghosts cannot suffer any damage, ghost are literally indestructible, immune to all.


    But Vampire scientists have calculated that the reason why Vampires are so rarely possessed is because of their strong blood, regenerative abilities that far outstripped humans. Further research has concluded that humans are capable of fighting the possession only if their regenerative abilities were on par with vampires or better, since humans heal slower, they cannot stop the possession of ghosts in their bodies. Vampire regeneration have revealed that, it doesn¡¯t just protect Vampires from physical harms, but also from mental attacks as well. It would have to be a really weaken vampire whose will is broken almost completely for a ghost to possess, since vampire regeneration is too fast, and ghost if tried to possess cannot possess a vampire faster than they regenerate. Humans, naturally do not possess such fast regeneration, therefore, ghosts can easily possess them.


    As they run and the laughter runs behind them at a couple of paces slower like the laughter enjoyed the chase, similar to playing tag, with the small exception once it gets you, it¡¯s not game over, but death. A tag of death. Juviar as the fastest one even with that large muscular body of his, reaches the end first, pull the doors leading to the kitchen, and let everyone enters, then hurried to close it. But it was useless, the ones chasing them were ghosts, it wouldn¡¯t stop to open the door, it would pass right through it.


    ¡°Little ones, littles ones, I am coming for you¡± exclaimed one the voices, voice #1. ¡°I am going to play with you, to death that is!!! Isn¡¯t that great? It¡¯s been so long since I had fun¡±


    ¡°Don¡¯t forget we can¡¯t let them leave¡± said voice #2. ¡°We can¡¯t have any risks¡±


    ¡°Oh, come one, what can they do with so many of us here?¡± states voice #3. ¡°It would be more fun if we allowed them to see us. Then it would truly be a game of tag, don¡¯t you think¡±


    ¡°No, that would be unwise, and besides what good would it do them to see us¡± said a whole new voice, voice #4. ¡°Let¡¯s just get this done with, I have work to do¡±


    ¡°There are four of us, with five of us, what about we do a competition, shall we?¡± states voice #3. ¡°The fastest one to kill them, will get the fifth one to play around with for a while, I don¡¯t think we would have to worry about one of them escaping¡±


    ¡°Fine, as long as the one that finishes the fastest keep an eye at all times to the fifth one, until you get tired of the fifth one and kill him¡± states voice #2, that seems to be the leader. ¡°Anyone have any questions?¡±


    ¡°None at all, shadow¡± replied all the other ghosts with amusement showing in the face of two ghosts and boredom showing in the other two.


    ¡°We can¡¯t continue running forever¡± yelled Jasmine. ¡°We are going to die, aren¡¯t we?¡±


    ¡°No, I don¡¯t want to die¡± Yelled Farla. ¡°Please don¡¯t hurt us, ghosts¡±


    But the laughter of the ghosts continued, as if they found their yelling was interesting and amusing. The ghosts finally speed up, and since invisible decide to wait for the humans at the end of the hallway. The humans not knowing what awaited them, continue running ahead and are starting to notice the end of the hallway. Ball-Bree was calculating in his head but no answer could be found, Juviar was starting to panic, Jasmine was already preparing herself for her death, with tears flowing from her beautiful eyes, Farla tries to stay strong, but you could tell she was starting to tear up. Then with no noticed, multiple wind tornadoes are created ahead, wind tornadoes strong and fast enough to cut human bodies as easily as cutting cheese. That wind is so powerful; it could even cut steel.


    ¡°Wind Tornado attack¡± yelled all four of the ghosts.


    ¡°I like how we are all trying to get this over with, but I know you don¡¯t care much for the fifth human, etoile¡± said voice #3.


    ¡°Why don¡¯t you stopped your tornado before it reaches the human you are trying to kill, eh? What do you say?


    ¡°Fine, you get lucky because I don¡¯t really care about who wins this competition, I just want to go back to my work, night¡± said voice #4, whose name is reveal to be etoile (star in French).


    ¡°Thank you, thank you, I knew I could count on you, etoile, I owe you big time, buddy!!¡± said Voice #3, whose name is revealed to be night.


    ¡°That¡¯s not fair, how can you do this etoile? I was going to ask you and night just beat me to it¡± states Voice #1 while making a cute little angry face that you might see a small adorable child make when they don¡¯t get what they want. ¡°Then, shadow, do you mind?¡±


    ¡°I will not¡± replied shadow. ¡°we are supposed to eliminate them, flower¡±


    ¡°You can be so grumpy¡± states Voice #1, whose name is revealed to be flower.


    The conversation lasted only a couple of seconds since for Ghosts time move a lot slower since they are not part of this physical plane of existence. What started with four wind tornado quickly changed to three. And they were advancing at quite the speed.


    The four characters that were heading straight forward, which was probably the most stupid decision one could make, noticed tornadoes at the location they were heading and the tornadoes were moving faster than they could turn around and run. The time it would take to decelerate and turn around and accelerate would be enough for the tornadoes to have catch up and destroy them.


    They also noticed there was only three tornadoes, but due to the pressure and sure-death, no rational reasoning could enter their minds. It was as if all they saw was their death, and their memories start to speed up one after the other, but even though it was speeding up, each slide of memory left them feeling the particular¡¯s memory¡¯s emotions quite strongly. Even with their memories going back and forth as they see everything they have ever done since a child to their current age, it couldn¡¯t save them from inevitable death. With nowhere to go, and no way to dodge those tornadoes, the situation quickly changes to one of great peril to an unavoidable inevitable death.


    The four characters, merely had time to look at each other once more as the tornadoes approaches, then they all close their eyes, and wait for death to take them¡­¡­.And the wheel of their memories begin to spin.....and an never ending flood of memories appear.....

 Chapter 4: Memories Floating In the Clouds

    By J. TNANGA (Please be Advised that this chapter is Mature)


    ¡°Hi! My name is Jasmine Saint-pagane¡± said an adorably cute girl with small and delicately stunning red eyes. ¡°Please take care of me¡±


    Everyone was silent for a moment. Everyone for a moment were holding their breaths. The transfer student that no one was expecting in their class, arrived, but it wasn¡¯t even that. If it was just any random transfer student, everyone would have acted normally and applaud, but this wasn¡¯t any transfer student. This was the cutest transfer student of all times. All the guys were blushing and could not avoid looking at her, all the girls found her to be quite cute and adorable.


    The cute little girl looked to be six years old. She was dressed in a typical girl clothing, but even then, she looks stunningly pretty. Jasmine looked a bit shy from speaking in front of the class, but she seems to have gotten over it as soon as she opened her mouth to speak. While looking around the room and observing what sort of classmates she will be meeting, Jasmine noticed one overly cheerful boy at the back.


    ¡°YYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS¡± yelled a dark-haired boy that sits in the back of the class. ¡°We did it, we are ssssssssssssssoooooooooooooo lucky, OMG, I can¡¯t believe this!!!¡±


    ¡°Please be quiet, Mark and sit down¡± said the homeroom teacher. ¡°I am really sorry about that, anyway, please make yourself comfortable, I will assign you, let¡¯s see, oh, how about right next to Mark¡±


    ¡°Ah, don¡¯t worry about Mark¡¯s behavior, he¡¯s a good kid, just have too much energy¡± added the teacher.


    ¡°Okay, thank you¡± said Jasmine. ¡°I hope I¡¯ll have a wonderful time here, everyone¡±


    While Jasmine walked to the seat next to Mark, Mark¡¯ friend, James was in the middle of a very heated discussion with Mark.


    ¡°Really, oh, come on¡± said James. ¡°How come you always get lucky?¡±


    ¡°Well, I am the luckiest person in the world after all¡± states Mark. ¡°Bet you never expected this, now, did you?¡±


    ¡°No comments on that, Mark¡± said James with an unhappy face. ¡°Well, just because you sit next to her, Mark, doesn¡¯t mean, I won¡¯t ask her out first, I do sit right behind you, you know¡±


    ¡°We shall see about that James, we shall see¡± said Mark in a confident attitude and a small confident laughter. ¡°Now, be quiet, and watch as the master does his work, watch and learn, James¡±


    James, immediately began looking out the window as if to try to erase what Mark said from his mind. ¡°With the way Mark¡¯s always acting, he¡¯ll never get a girlfriend¡± thought James. ¡°I am the one that¡¯s going to have to help him control some of that excitement he always seemed to have¡±


    The 1st year of school progressed in such a manner: Mark would always try to get Jasmine to be his girlfriend, but Jasmine would see it as a joke and would laugh it off, and James would try to calm Mark down. It truly was a unique moment.


    Memories begin to spin up again, and five years have passed since the day Jasmine transferred. Jasmine is now 11 years old, in 6th grade. She is currently going to the same school as Mark and James. They became best friends. School have just ended and everyone is preparing to leave.


    ¡°Hey, Jasmine!! We are planning on going to Lesly¡¯s house. They are having it neighborhood party there, it¡¯ll be fun, want to come?¡± asked a pink haired girl with green eyes.


    ¡°No, I already have plans, sorry¡± responded Jasmine. ¡°If I have time, I might come¡±


    ¡°Oh, I see¡± replied the pink haired girl. ¡°It¡¯s fine, have great a weekend!!¡±


    ¡°She is always cheerful, isn¡¯t she?¡± said James that was right next to Jasmine. ¡°Doesn¡¯t she remind you of anyone?¡±


    ¡°Hahaha, you are so right¡± responded Jasmine. ¡°She is just like Mark¡±


    ¡°Yeah, no kidding about it¡± said James. ¡°Do you have all your stuff?¡±


    ¡°Yeah, I do¡± replied Jasmine. ¡°Then, let¡¯s go¡±


    The two made their way out of the class, pass the hallway, and out of the school building, going pass the gate, heading home, together, holding hands, suggesting they are a couple. Those two really cared for each other.


    ¡°What are you going to do this weekend¡± inquired James.


    ¡°I have nothing to do this weekend¡± replied Jasmine. ¡°Do you want to do something together?¡±


    ¡°Yeah, I¡¯ll love to¡± responded James. ¡°I found this amazing coffee shop we could visit¡±


    ¡°I¡¯ll I-MS you the location, when I get home¡±


    The technology in 2193 was extremely advance. In such a century, I-watch have been created that completely replaced holographic transmission devices. I-watch could do anything from taking a picture of something and replicating a 3D projection of the picture. It is fully equipped with holographic keyboard that you can typed on it in as if you were typing in the air itself. This new technology has completely destroyed what people at the beginning of this century used to do to type in the holographic keyboard. At first, people in the beginning of this century used to have a special plastic gloves in their hands, that once wore would enable the individual to type in the holographic keyboard. The plastic electronical gloves also known as Techno-gloves were created to make it so smooth that once wore you could even forget that you were wearing them in your hands, and that it would not get in the way of your daily activities. But eventually in the 2170s, that technology got banned, that with certain high temperatures could cause concerns, and a new technology was created to replaced it, a Nano-bot, implanted deep into the body of each individual since birth, that keep record of heartbeats, population, sickness, and allow holographic touch sense (allow individual to touch holographic keyboards and move things in holographic, (Holographic is similar to a projection, with one slight difference, it can be touched and move around, like a small computer display screen)). (I-MS is the messenger application to send messages. People in this century say I¡¯ll I-MS you. Instead of saying I will send you a message).


    James then dropped Jasmine home, and continued to make his way home. He looked at the time in his I-Watch located in his left hand.


    The memories began to spin ahead again. The memories speed up and doesn¡¯t stop until 6 years have passed since that conversation with James. Jasmine is now 17 years old and a senior in High School. Jasmine in that particular year is having many issues and problems. Her mother died of a sickness a couple of months before she began senior year, (Jasmine¡¯s senior year started in September, her mother died in July, and it is April currently) and she is also having relationship issues with Derek, her high school boyfriend.


    Her boyfriend Derek have been bothering her to give him blowjobs. Which at first Jasmine found that to be interesting and since she like Derek, she gave him blowjobs, but he has been asking for that at least almost every week. Or full blown sex. Every time the conversation has gotten to the sex topic between Derek and her, she feels uncomfortable like Derek was trying to make her do something she didn¡¯t want to. She discussed her concerns with Derek, but all Derek said was:


    ¡°Oh, I see, you are a virgin, aren¡¯t you?¡± said Derek with a whisper. ¡°No wonder you always refused we do it together¡±


    ¡°No, stop embarrassing me, I am not a virgin¡± lied Jasmine. ¡°I did it a couple of times before¡±


    ¡°Then why don¡¯t you want to do it with me¡± replied Derek. ¡°Do you have a problem with doing it with me, specifically me?¡±


    ¡°Ugh, you know what Derek, just leave me alone, I want some space, okay, you have been like this for a while now, like ever since this year began, sex that, blowjob that¡± replied Jasmine in a harsh tone.


    ¡°Quiet down a bit, jasmine, we are starting to get some attention¡± said Derek. ¡°People are giving us some looks, especially those old folks at the corner right there¡±


    ¡°Damn, anyway I got to go¡± said Jasmine, as she rushes towards her bus, glad it arrived at the exact time it did. ¡°I don¡¯t think I could have handled a single more moment of this¡± thought Jasmine. ¡°He is really starting to get on my nerve, he can really be such a d*** sometimes¡±


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    ¡°Again¡± said Jasmine with a harsh tone. ¡°Are you really serious, Derek¡±


    ¡°Please, come on¡± said Derek with a slight smile in his face. ¡°Just this one-time¡±


    ¡°Ugh, fine, follow me¡± said Jasmine. ¡°We¡¯ll go to another place this time, I don¡¯t want people suspecting, girls can really start harsh rumors that destroy people, you know, you are a guy so you wouldn¡¯t know, but what goes in the girls¡¯ bathroom would truly terrified and amaze you, especially what girls talked about¡±


    ¡°Well, thank you for telling me that¡± said Derek with a flirting tone. ¡°Now, I cannot unheard what I already heard, but do tell me, what are some of the terrifying things girls say in the bathroom?¡±


    As the two made their way to the back of the library and well hidden from the other students, they continued their flirt as Jasmine kneeled down and helped Derek unzipped his zipper on his jeans and unbuckling his belt, push his jean down, and started to give Derek a blowjob.


    The memories speed up again, this time they stopped in the clouds. It is two years after the memory of giving Derek that blowjob in the back of the library. Jasmine is no longer in a relationship with Derek, she soon broke up with him a couple of weeks after she finally gave in and had full sex with Derek. She never thought Derek was a good natured kid, his wild side was what attracted her to him, as well as his looks, but Jasmine had never been more humiliate than when she gave her first time to Derek.


    As it turns out, even two hundred years after the 21st century, Virginity is still something discussed about in full length and its importance is somewhat the same. Jasmine was humiliating because, when she was in the room naked with Derek, he didn¡¯t show her what to do, he just put his d*** in her Pu*** and did his work. Thankfully, Derek wasn¡¯t a complete jerk and actually use protection to make sure Jasmine wouldn¡¯t get pregnant, but still. Jasmine felt miserable after it was over, and all Derek said was get over it.


    ¡°I am going to put in, now, Jasmine, and I could tell that you are a virgin, from how nervous you are acting¡± said Derek.


    ¡°Don¡¯t worry, I got this¡±


    ¡°Wait¡­I am not sure how it would feel when you put it in, can you go sl----?!!¡± Jasmine starts to ask but before she could even have finished, Derek already put it in.


    ¡°It hurts, it really hurt¡± exclaimed Jasmine. ¡°We should stop¡±


    ¡°It will get better soon¡± said Derek. ¡°Don¡¯t worry about it¡±


    ¡°Just stop, Derek¡± said Jasmine. ¡°It really hurt¡±


    But Derek continue going, and Jasmine was ready to start pushing Derek off, and slap him in the face until the pain started to really disappear, and deciding to trust Derek a little, she allowed it to continue. In the end, the sex wasn¡¯t bad, even though Derek had to use his hands in Jasmine¡¯s pu*** to make Jasmine orgasm. Jasmine did come to enjoy it, and she didn¡¯t bleed that much, only in the beginning some small amount was made, but could easily be cleaned with the sheets in the I-laund-Bot (The laundry bot).


    A week or so after, Derek came back and wanted to have sex again. This time, Jasmine had it with this guy. They broke up, and Jasmine never felt better. She did enjoy making Derek feel good with the blowjob and loved the way Derek used to make her feel horny, but this got to go. It needed to be stopped before it was too late, after all she is 19 years old and a sophomore in University, and beside her and Derek went to different universities anyway, their relationship wouldn¡¯t have been the same. And Jasmine knew Derek would probably cheat with different woman already. She did enjoy their times, but it was now finally over.


    Jasmine was looking forward to what the day would bring, what this amazing future with all the space travels and all the people that lived in the moon. Jasmine hope one day, she will be able to live the planet and go live in the moon. Ever since she was little she enjoyed looking at the planet from the many I-Glass Mirror (An application that allows you to see the whole planet in holographic projection), and her parents would tell her, if you want to go live in the Moon, you can, and you would be able to see the beautiful planet just like you are looking at the moon right now, but it¡¯s expensive, only the riches people live there. Jasmine loved the sky and always wanted to touch the clouds, and going to space and reaching the moon, would allowed her just that.


    ¡°Will I get super rich in the future¡± Jasmine remembered asking her parents.


    ¡°Only if you study agricultural engineering, since the government and different organizations well funded are currently trying to make Mars habitable, since the Moon¡¯s habitation was not that hard to make habitable, it only required heat and oxygen, which we figure a way to make that happen, it¡¯s only Mars that¡¯s left. Mars is so cold, that even with our technological advancement, we are unable to make the whole planet heat up, to a temperature similar to Earth¡¯s, same thing for Venus, except in reverse. We still don¡¯t have the technology necessary to make Venus cold enough to a temperature similar to Earth¡± said Jasmine¡¯s mother. ¡°Some scientists are just saying we got lucky with the moon, because the natural element we used was one that we almost exhausted, since before the Techno-Agricultural revolution, the people in the mid-22nd-century and earlier century, people used to rely on oil/gasoline etc. for energy, without realizing, we had a natural energy source. And we almost exhausted those precious element and minerals that could be used for precious things like heating up a cold planet to Earth¡¯s temperature, and stuff like that¡±


    ¡°You are really amazing, mom¡± said Jasmine. ¡°I am going to be just like you¡±


    Jasmine remembers those precious moments with her mother, which is partly why she became an agricultural engineer, even though, it¡¯s one of the hardest Majors. She wanted to be like her mother.


    As Jasmine stays in her dorm, looking at the window in the rainy day, remembering her childhood days, screams can be heard. Then the werewolves started devouring anyone in sight. That was at that moment she saw true despair, hearing voices of people yelling and screams. The screams traumatizing. Jasmine didn¡¯t know what to do, to open her door and run away in the hallway, but that seems to be a bad idea when the people killing the others are in the hallway.


    Jasmine kept quiet, as she hears each door starting all the way down the hallway being forced open. Saying Forced open is a nice way of putting it, for the doors weren¡¯t forced open, they were broken down one by one completely as if it was the easiest thing in the world. As the doors being broken got closer and closer to her doors, and screams follow each broken door. As the creature that Jasmine can¡¯t see thanks to the door, finally reaches her door, the creature then howl as if in extreme pain, and falls down in the floor with a large noise.


    Jasmine¡¯s heart is beating fast with a beep beep beep sound and isn¡¯t slowing down. Jasmine knows there are more of whatever those creatures are. Then she hear a knocked coming from her window. She turn around to take a look, and there in the tree branch next to her window, is a young child wearing dark clothing, with I- glass mirror showing the holographic of the building and red moving dots, and there in front of Jasmine¡¯s door lay a non-moving red dot.


    Jasmine moved carefully to her window, uncomprehending what¡¯s going on, and child points to the window, for her to open it, which she did. And the child then states,


    ¡°Good-evening, sorry about that, but I need to get my detonation burner flame disks (DBFD) I threw it at that werewolves that was trying to get in your room¡±


    ¡°What? Wait¡­What? Werewolves?¡± asked Jasmine completely dumbfounded.


    ¡°Well, yeah¡± said the child completely casual as if this was an everyday life for him. ¡°Oh, right, I am Gall-Bree by the way, you probably heard of me¡±


    This is Jasmine and Gall-Bree¡¯s first encounters, and this is how she met the 7-year-old student that is claimed to be a Genius so smart, that it has never been seen before in history, a person so smart, that getting a perfect score on the University of Agricultural Engineering Entrance Exam was something everyone expected.

 Chapter 5: Life In Metro-Police

    By J. TNANGA


    School ended and it was time for me to go home. My least favorite time of the day, and there is a really good reason for that. My father. He¡¯s abusive. He used to work in the military but the war years are over and most countries are trying to have peace. Conflicts are become less and less, and with space travel being open to anyone (Just have to participate in a six-month training for space travel), anyone is capable of going to space, it is no longer a government-only program. With conflicts decreasing, countries all over the world are starting to let their soldiers go, out of the 100% of military soldiers, the government is only keeping 70% of them. My father was just one of those unlucky thirty percent.


    My father is abusive. With his job lost, and never having a back-up degree or being good with anything other than fights, takes his anger out on my mom. I would report my father, but my mom begged me not too. She told me, my father will eventually realize what he is doing and will come around. But it doesn¡¯t make any sense to me. My father had been this way for the past five years. What little good memories I had of him are pretty much gone.


    My memories began to speed up again as the wind tornado approaches me. It is now 7 years before my father started beating my mom. We were in a restaurant eating food and having a good time.


    ¡°How¡¯s school going, Farla?¡± asked my father.


    ¡°It¡¯s going well, I got perfect score on my finals¡± I exclaimed with a proud smile. ¡°It was as easy as cutting cheese, or was this one of the 21st century expression, although I don¡¯t understand why they would say cheese is easy to cut. There are many type of cheese these days¡±


    ¡°Getting off to your whole world again, Farla, but that¡¯s what I love about you, you are so smart¡± replied my dad. ¡°Just like your beautiful mom right here¡±


    ¡°Oh, darling, you are embarrassing me¡± laughed my mom. ¡°Farla, you are good girl, you will make us proud¡±


    ¡°Oh, yes, she will¡± said dad. ¡°I can already see it¡±


    ¡°No, you can¡¯t¡± I tease. ¡°No one can see the future¡±


    ¡°It isn¡¯t about seeing the future Farla, it is about what you believe in¡± said dad. ¡°That¡¯s the whole reason why I joined the military in the first place¡±


    ¡°What do you believe in?¡± I inquired. ¡°You never really told me¡±


    ¡°I believe in this country, and would fight any day for it¡± said dad with a straight face. ¡°Except of course if you two girls decided to captured and lock me in the house because you are scared that I¡¯ll die fighting¡±


    ¡°Oh, no, we wouldn¡¯t do something like that¡± said my mom and I with a tease. ¡°We don¡¯t love you that much¡±


    ¡°And besides wars are ending pretty much everywhere¡± added mom. ¡°Soon, there might be actual peace. I remember reading in a history holographic when growing up that that¡¯s what the US wanted to do during WWI and WWII, but it never truly happened, since so many wars took place after that. The whole concept of peace became shaken, that is until the middle of the 22nd century came¡±


    ¡°Yeah, I remember hearing that too¡± said dad in a sad tone. ¡°My ancestors fought in the Korean War, actually. I am not sure about WWII, though¡±


    ¡°Well, that¡¯s deep¡± said mom, realizing she shouldn¡¯t have brought this topic. ¡°But anyway to Peace¡±


    My mom lifted up her glass of wine and gave a toast to my dad. ¡°Can¡¯t wait to be 19 years old to drink¡± I thought. ¡°I wonder how it taste like¡±


    ¡°Anyway dear, I am glad they gave you such a nice vacation¡± said my mom with a smile. ¡°You don¡¯t have to go back anytime soon, right?¡±


    ¡°Actually I am good only for this month, they are currently making any last military details and stuff like that¡± said my dad. ¡°Anyway, let¡¯s enjoy this food. It¡¯s been a while since I last ate some good 1st class food¡±


    My memories began to speed up, the setting changes, and is now replaced with my middle school 8th grade years. It was during middle school, 7th grade in fact, that my dad became abusive. I arrived home, to find my mom kneeling in the floor, giving my father a hand-job. It have become an usual sight.


    The moment you entered my house, or to be exact the poor side in Metro-Police, and yes, there is a poor side in Metro-Police, the place where all the houses are all together, and if a fire start (not that it would start since all I-Stove and I-Oven have all become intelligent and are able to detect the percentage probability of a fire, and automatically will cancel (or turn off, whichever you prefer) all the fire lit on the stove or oven.) Therefore, fires almost never happened, but if it did, the fire would spread to the other houses since all the houses touched. The moment you enter my house, if you were to strode along to the living room, at around 1:00pm, there, you would find my mom doing something to my dad. It could be anything from blowjobs to handjobs or full-blown sex, foot-job, etc.).


    Don¡¯t get me wrong, my mom is not a pervert, it is just that my dad will not stop beating, unless he feel good, and sex makes him relax a bit, at least for a good couple of hours. It¡¯s either that, or beer. My mom doesn¡¯t want to buy beers since that would affect the health of my dad, and would make my dad even more abusive. My dad also does T.A. Drugs. He is addicted to it, and every day, for example today, he would take it and beat my mom, unless my mom offered to give him a hand-job or something like that.


    At first I found that to be nasty and gross, but after years of opening the doors home, and entering the living room and seeing my parents naked bodies doing it right there and then, I must say I have gotten used to it. I remember I used to freak out, but now, I am relatively calm, in fact, it became a part of my life so much, that if I were to enter home, and my parents were not doing it, I would think it was weird and that something was seriously wrong. I am not sure if I should be feeling this way or if I should see a psychologist. But either way, my grades at school are unaffected, I am still the good ¡°Kid¡± that my parents wanted.


    I am not sure if it¡¯s because of my dad being abusive that made me work so hard at school so I can get a good scholarship to go to a good university and make a name for myself, but ever since my dad became abusive, I have taken it upon myself to help organize all the payments needed to be done around the house. (Electrical/water, etc.), not only that I still have homework to do, yet, I always managed to find time to do all that.


    These days I spent much of my time thinking, if there is something wrong with me. After watching my dad beating on my mom, when I see something that freaks another person, like a person committing suicide, I don¡¯t find that heart-breaking at all. In fact, I kind of love it. I also noticed I masturbate a lot. I even used this toy I found as my (fake d***) to enter in my p****, and the feeling I get is so good.


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    I enjoy it really slow and smooth. I don¡¯t like it fast at all. Yes, I¡¯ll admit, when it foes fast, it¡¯s really good, it¡¯s amazing if you will, but the pleasure just end there, going slow and taking your time is the way to go. It makes the pleasure seems so much more and lasts longer, and that is how I truly orgasm.


    If I am in a hurry and going to be late to school, I don¡¯t masturbate really fast, I¡¯ll just not masturbate that morning. But I masturbate at least three times a week. I am not sure if that¡¯s normal for an eighth grader girl, and I can¡¯t rely on my mom for answers. I am keeping all this inside my head, I am not even writing this in my diary for fear of someone finding this.


    As all those emotions resurface in Farla¡¯s mind, a single glowingly clear memory penetrate Farla¡¯s thoughts and emotions like lightning striking someone¡­.


    Today, everything is going the same way as before, well as normally as it can, if you consider your mom giving your dad sex in their bedroom as a way for him not to beat your mom, normal, then be my guess. Finally, I am seventeen years old. I have attained the confidence to do something unusual in this cloudy with 60% chance of rain day. This morning, I sent an anonymous tipped that my dad was doing drugs, and the police came to investigate with their drug detectors, and they found traces of drugs in out house, they arrested my dad. I somehow manage to convince my mom to testify against my dad, and together we managed to get my dad prison time, for a very long time. It was not easy convincing my mom, I had to be strong and show my mom how much stronger we have gotten, and tell her the hard truth that my dad, wouldn¡¯t wake up one dad, and want his old life back, that this sex act-abusiveness would just continue and not end.


    After all was done. It started to rain, and the air was a bit chilly. My mom and I were in the street, just one hour after testifying against my dad, we were both pretty exhausted, but I wanted to make the best of what the day offered. We went to some stores, even in the rain (the rain have no effect on the individuals in the 23rd century; the clothes that the individuals wear have protective layers that absorbed rain, and book packs, pens and pencils, almost all materials are made of those protective layer-material that absorbed rain, and the make whatever it is shined brighter, i.e. hat¡ª(It rain, the hat absorbed the water, then, after absorbing, starts to shined a bit)).


    Afterwards, we started hearing screams in the streets, and we saw blood. It wasn¡¯t just a mere blood amount, that frighten me (well it made my heart beat fast, really fast, (Just what is wrong with me?)), then, knowing something was wrong (since everything I feel excited about mean that it¡¯s something bad, like watching a scary movie where the guy gets his head cut off), I hurried and grabbed my mom¡¯s hands and started running. And sure enough, where we were, the other passersby, all got cut in half, but that wasn¡¯t even the weird part. The weird part was that the person who cut them in half did so apparently with her hand. ¡°Is that even possible¡± I thought, while running with my mom. Then upon closer inspection of the person that cut the man, the person is reveal to be a beautiful lady with light red haired similar to a rose¡¯s, her face is extremely pale that looks eternally beautiful and her eyes, were stunningly beautiful with their color being green, she was perfect. And I am a girl, and I must say, I am not ugly at all, I am actually quite good looking myself, and many boys confessed their affection for me, but I refused them all!!!!


    So for me to be saying this perfectly beautiful woman to be good looking, have to be true, otherwise, I would find the biggest flaw through that perfection and would only be talking about that, but I couldn¡¯t. She was too perfect, the more I look at her, the more beautiful she got.


    Before I realized it, my mom and I have stopped running and was staring. The beautiful woman looked at us, then she put her hands to her head and started muttering something.


    ¡°Stop, just stop¡± muttering the beautiful girl. ¡°I don¡¯t want to hurt those people. Stop controlling me¡±


    Then suddenly her eyes widen as if she was in extreme shock, then her eyes went back to normal and she redirected her attention to us.


    ¡°I am going to kill you¡± states the beautiful girl with a mechanical voice that make her appearance look completely wicked and detestable coming from such a beautiful young lady. ¡°Die¡±


    Before we realized what was going on, the beautiful lady appeared in front of us, so fast it was like she teleported. She once more shriek, then proceeds to attack, then before I could comprehend, my mom got in front of me, and protected me from the punch that was aimed at me. It stroked my mom directly in the heart and she died, before she could say a word to me.


    ¡°MMMMMMMOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMM¡± I yelled at the top of my lungs, but I knew that she wasn¡¯t able to hear me. ¡°No, don¡¯t die on me, mom, I am only seventeen, I need you. Mom¡±


    Then everything in my mind, clicked. As if, all my weirdness was gone, I wasn¡¯t feeling excited over everything that happened. My dad bullying me, telling on my dad. And getting all excited when I see blood, I mean, I am looking at my mom¡¯s bloody body right now, but my heart isn¡¯t racing like before. I feel like everything that have happened since my dad started beating us was no longer a dream. I feel that I finally woke up, like my memory was in a fog or a daze or in a maze, never being able to fully reach my emotions, but now I can. I can finally feel my true emotions, and realized how weird everything that was happening in my house was, and it took my mom¡¯s death to realize this.


    All this took place in a mere instant, before the beautiful lady could remove her hand from my mom¡¯s body, before my tears could slowly fall down, before I knew how to reacted, then, with no noticed, something started shooting at the beautiful lady.


    The beautiful lady then teleported (run, but so fast, it looks like teleportation), and when I turned around, I found a beautiful child hiding her face with her hat and scarf even in this degree. He then, grabbed my hand, and started running. I was too dumbfounded to do anything, to even care, I let her move me.


    And that is how I first encountered Gall-Bree and how she/he saved my life. No one of us knows whether Gall-Bree is a guy or a girl, even though we been giving Gall-Bree hints, like saying you are a cute girl, or a cute guy, Gall-Bree never pay attention to what we say, he/she only gets angry when we tease him about being a prince or princess, or some kind of royalty, or when we act completely sarcastic. Besides that, Gall-Bree is the best thing that have happened to me. And I owe Gall-Bree my life.