《Beatle St. King: The 2nd Coming Atypical Messiah Ended the World》 Starless Night Chapter 1: The Starless Night Cold. The night was cold. Neon. Above, there was a fractured set of rainbows and puddled streets of a hometown simply called, "Hometown." I know. Creative, right? Each raindrop was a snowflake. All year round was a raindrop of snowflakes. It was still. It was quiet. However, there came a humorous man singing a song. Outskirts of the town stood a bar. A bar for travelers who would like to find sanctuary amidst the cold void outside. "MYYYYYYY WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY!!!" "Hohoholy shit, your voice is terrible!!!" laughed one man. "Fuck. You should make a bad cover series!" The man who just sang karaoke simply flips him off and walks to the bar, rather awkwardly, tiptoeing and muttering nonsense. "Hey. Uhm.. Hi.." He sat down in front of the bartender, gruff and old as he is while his much younger and attractive wives kissed the back of his ears. "I''d like some uh... milk." "You came to a bar for some milk?" asked the bartender. "Alcohol isn''t very good for me," said the man. "Just gimme as many alcohol shots as possible." He winked. "Capiche? Okay..." "Hey... are you... an Immigrant? Terroristic?" "No. Heh. Back in my day those words were kinda ''Yeach''..." "Really? What terms did you use?" "Y''know. Terms. Just terms that are quite sensitive." "Sounds like a pansy generation." "Cheers to that, sir." The man sat hunched on a cracked barstool. His trenchcoat, with stitches all over due to being battered over the years acted like a cape hanging down to the floor. He smelled like rust, old leather, clinging to him like a bittersweet tang. He also strangely had silver hair and silvery eyes. He seems to be wearing a gray jacket underneath the trench coat. He covers his face, which is exposed yet seemingly scarred. There was also a slight silhouette of a star on his chest, though, gone. "Refill?" the bartender asked, as he clung to his wives, seeing he is NOT from around here. He was silent after the first shot of milk. "Yeah." Replied the man. "Gimme your best shot of milk." "Why milk?" "Good for the bones." Suddenly, the bar door creaked open and the man instinctively straightened. The boy who opened the door immediately sensed danger. "Excuse me¡­ sir?" asked the boy. The voice was small, tentative, and somewhat brash and blunt. The man turned to the boy, his fingers brushing against the rough wooden handle of his weapon, a couple of eskrima sticks that look rather old and worn out. He saw a boy, no older than ten, with wide curious eyes and a mop of messy hair shrouding upon his head. He clutched his notebook to his chest like a shield, as his fingers cut and bleed from its tattered edges, making him flinch. The boy smiles. "You''re him!" The man releases his weapon. He still felt tense. His eyes don''t leave his drink.If you spot this tale on Amazon, know that it has been stolen. Report the violation. "That... IS you, right? We don''t want another Catfish situation here." "What do you want?" The boy glanced around the bar as though the walls might have listening holes of their own. Though, the bar was completely empty. "Why the fuck are you checking for people? The bartender is the only one here," Beatle squinted his eyes. He leaned closer, and his voice fell to a whisper. "Beatle... St... King..." The man said nothing. Beatle said nothing. He remained defiant. But the name remained... familiar to him. "Come again?" asked Beatle. "That''s your name. It''s me, Mr. Abbot. Billy. From the W-...Wisdoms...?" His voice went shaky upon saying his dynasty''s name. "I have no name," said Beatle. Billy growls. "Yes, you do. Silver hair. Silver eyes. You''re the rightful King of the Outsiders... Before... the Empress..." "Beatle St. King is a myth. A story you tell your kids during bedtime. Go home." Billy''s eyes widened. "You remember, don''t you? Just... recently... Did... somebody hit you in the head with a shovel, recently?" He lets out a sigh. "Goddamn it, Sabbath." "Huh?" Beatle stands up, turns around, and walks away, beginning to hum Apt. by Bruno Mars. "My brother. He said you''ll be here!" "Your brother''s safe with your family. Go home." "They''re dead. All of ''em. The Zodiacs... They..." Beatle slowly turns around and grabs Billy''s shoulder, looking stern. "They killed... your family...?" Beatle''s jaw tightened. "We had an agreement." "They don''t care..." Billy broke down in tears. Beatle squints his eyes. "Come." He walks away and Billy becomes confused. Almost dropping to fright upon hearing his chilling words. "Come where?" "In the bartender''s ass. WITH ME, DUMBASS!!! No offense, Jimmy." Jimmy smiles. "None taken, Abbot!" Billy wipes his tears and follows him. Beatle''s boot leaves a heavy imprint in the snow. The Zodiacs laugh. They looks pale, breathing in special gas from inhalers, turning their hair silver as well while they maliciously tear apart their bodies and fornicate with their heads. Beatle speaks while he lovingly covered the boy''s eyes. Billy whimpers. "Mr. Beatle. What''s happening?" "Nothing important," Beatle spoke with a stern and cold response. One man with a lion mask, another with a man, lion, ox, and eagle skins for heads. "You people are stupid," said Beatle. "Like total fucking dumbasses." "What makes you say-...? ''Ey! It''s the Abbot! Whatcha doin'' out here? Shouldn''t ya be out there, prayin'' or some shit? HAHAHAHA!!! We uh... found these cool ass inhalers! Sent to us STRAIGHT from the Philippines." "Great." "Hm? Why would that be great?" "You''re Superhuman. Now, I get to kill you." The men look at each other and proceed to laugh at Beatle, laughing so hard as if they are manic and maddened by the drug. "BOYS!!! KILL HIM!!!" Beatle tries pulling out the eskrima sticks from the holsters on his back and prepares for battle, but it gets stuck with rust. The ice from his sweaty hands freeze over his sticks, making his skin stuck to the eskrima sticks. "FUCK!!!" Relying on his legs, he ax kicks the ox Superhuman and tears him in half. The other three look at each other in fear. Beatle proceeds to spin around and kick them one by one as they all charge toward him. They gang up on him, beginning to beat him with quick jabs and kicks but Beatle masterfully blocks their attacks. He blocks a punch with the heel of his boot, pulls out the boot by unzipping it open and revealing his bare feet and blinds one man and pulls out his eyeball with his toenail. Beatle puts his boot back on, masterfully zips it up with a quick brush from his other foot and proceeds to jump around and move just like a monkey. Beatle proceeds to high kick the lion one decapitating him and crush the eagle''s spine. The one with the mask of Billy''s father''s face, however, annoyed Beatle the most. "Thou shalt not kill your fellow men," said Beatle. "What do you call what you''ve been doing, FUCKER!?!?" asked the last man. "You are NOT a man. You huffed up that gas. Turns you permanently Superhuman. That is the blood of the Angels in the form of a serum. Turned you fuckers into Nephilim. Big bad juju mamas with blue blood." Finally, Beatle manages to pull his sticks out and proceeds to spin his eskrima sticks. The man charges. "So, you have chosen death." Beatle stabs him in the face, killing him as blue blood and gray matter painted the snow behind him. Beatle pulls the stick out of his face. Billy sobs, watching the uneasy horror that transpired in his wake. Beatle scolds him and hugs him. "I told you to not open your eyes," he said lovingly. "They... They... They... What were they doing...? To my brothers... my Mommy and Daddy?!?!" "They''re gone now. They became a Superhuman being called a Nephilim. The blood of the fallen angels have awakened something in them... Something disgusting." "What are Angels!?!?" "They''re from my religion... Many years ago... It''s gone now... Doesn''t matter. Let''s get outta here..." said Beatle, as he and the boy walked away. Cockshot
Beatle sits down on his armored jeepney bus and drives off while Billy, wearing a hood and cloak, sat beside him. "So... They use the blood of Angels? These... weird winged humanoids... Things...? with multiple wings?" "No, no. Their ships have multiple wings." "You''re telling me that these creatures actually do exist." Beatle squints his eyes and sniffles a bit. Beatle grunts and mutters while staring at the road. "Abe the Abbot. Turns out you''re Beatle. Where''d ya get the name, ''Abe''?" "From uh... a band in my old phone I brought with me to this place. Abba." "''Abba''?" "They made music. Not from my particular uh... generation... But my Aunt loved it." Beatle focuses hard while driving on the road. The road was barren, dead, and cold, with a thin sheet of ice forming above it. "You had parents? We always thought you were that crazy old kook from the farm. My brother and I used to make fun of ya." "Yeah, well... I''m shocked you guys thought I was an abbot. Kinda weird. What made me look like an abbot?" "Ah. You looked pretty stupid. Heheheh. One joke about you led to another then came a joke that you were some kinda abbot teaching us incoherent nohohohonsense!" he laughed. "Yeah. Hilarious. Anyway..." "What are those triangles all over your chest?" "They used to hold my emblem." "Thought it was a demon symbol." "Nah. You see, if it''s upside-down, it''s a demon symbol. If it''s upside-down. Yeah. Right-side-up, though, it''s uh... somethin''... somethin'' else." "So, it''s a demon symbol... Upside-down... and THEREFORE it is a good thing? I mean, Angel symbol?" "Can we please not talk about the symbol?" "So, who gave it to ya? Mom? Dad? Aunt? Uncle? Grandpa? Gramomma?" "I''m not comfortable talking about my family either. Hey, look! A dead deer!" smiled Beetle, staring at a dead deer. "Holy shit. That Mutant bear is... committing... necrophilia. Actually, don''t look at that." He said frantically while covering Billy''s eyes. "Okay!" smiled Billy. Suddenly, the engine begins murmuring rather bizarrely, eventually stopping to a halt. Beatle slams his head on the edge of the jeep''s steering wheel. He opens the door and hops down. "What is this peculiar vehicle, anyway?" asked Billy. "It''s like an elongated jeep. Like a penis!" "Do you know what a penis even is?" "Of course! I-I-I''m a boy!" Beatle snickers. "Surely... FUCK!!! Engine''s busted... Likely the thing-a-ma-jig was wig-a-ma-figged. Bug-a-boos and rigamagoos." "You didn''t even check the car. And what the fuck were you just-?" "It doesn''t work. Trust me. Just... I can tell, okay? I can-... Ugh... Hard to explain." "Isn''t that just your anxiety?" "No. More like a weird spidey sense." "A whaty sense?" "Kids these days and their lack of faith in the classics. Ugh. Back in the 2010s and 2020s he was huge." "It''s 2902." "Ugh... The timeline''s so confusing. Joke''s on you. You wouldn''t get it. Anyway. Take this..." Beatle hands him a blaster in the shape of a cross he held in his holster. "Get." "Whoa! And do what!?" Billy catches it but nearly trips. "Shoot anything that moves." "Crap... Thing''s heavy! What''s this thing made of?" "Children''s dreams. Not in a weird way. Anyway. We got company." "Wait. Someone''s been following us!? COULDA FILLED ME IN A LITTLE EARLIER!!!" "Yeah, well... I was busy um... talking to you about Abba." "WHAT THE FUCK IS ABBA!?!?" "DO YOU NOT LISTEN TO ANYTHING I SAY-!?!? Oh, Goddamn it, Billy. The critter''s here."Did you know this story is from Royal Road? Read the official version for free and support the author. "Uhhhh... Critter?" "The COCK." He said with conviction. "Why did you say that with conviction?" "Basic procedure in the Philippines. You wouldn''t understand." "''Basic procedure?''" "Basic procedure." Suddenly, a Zodiac appears wearing the skin of a rooster''s head stretched over his face. He wheezes and laughs. For a rooster, he''s rather tall and large. "Now, that is a huge COCK!!!" smiled Billy. "HA!!! You fuckin'' fell for it. Death Leopard would be proud." "Who?" "Smelly boy says ''What?''" "WHAT!?!?" Beatle maniacally laughs. "Ah... Good times. Billy. Shoot it. Shoot the chicken." The large muscular man growls at them. "Why are you making me do this?" Billy''s head turns to his direction as his fingers shuddered over the gun''s barrel and handle. "Billy. These motherfuckers murdered your family. I am Vengeance." "Why are you talking like a god?" "Oh, Billy. You have no idea. Shoot the chicken, Billy." "Why!? Isn''t that... unethical!?" "Ethics is a moral law. I AM THE MORAL LAW!!! And I allow this. I am vengeance." "Okay, VENGEANCE!!! Explain to me why killing him would make me ETHICAL!?!?" "Your people have no religion. You shouldn''t have trouble doing this." "I''m... not up for killing things... ANYTHING." "Oh... my... God... You have passed the test, Billy!" "Really?" "NO!!! FUCKING SHOOT HIM!!!" "WHY!?!?" "Their tribe is a danger to Humanity. My purpose is to destroy them. For life, autonomy, and freedom is the right of all Humans out there." Billy stares at Beatle, pausing for a short second with a flabbergasted look. "WHAT!?!?" he shouted, frustrated with Beatle''s riddles. "Shoot the chicken." "NO!!! I am NOT committing murder!" "Shoot the chicken." "NO!!!" "Billy. Shoot the fucking chicken." The Chicken Man stands up and beats Beatle to the ground. "Billy. My memories haven''t fully formed in my head. I kinda... forgot how to use my powers..." said Beatle, slowly standing up as the Chicken Man pummels him down with blood fluttering like rose petals in the wind. "WHAT. THE. FUCK... This is a very terrifying and TRAUMATIZING EXPERIENCE!!!" "Billy. Do you want me to die, Billy? Well... Do you?" "You''re a monster." "Damned STRAIGHT I am! If you want yourself to be of use to me, you HAVE to kill that thing!" "It''s a person." "We... aren''t... people. We are your objects... We are your guardian angels... You don''t pray to us... You don''t respect us... We are meant to provide help for you..." said Beatle, as the Chicken Man beats him to near-death. Beatle is then thrown into a tree, causing Billy to run after him while his feet sink in the cold ground. He shivered, clenching his cloak while he stumbles to Beatle''s dying body. "BEATLE!!!" Beatle''s silver glowing eyes flicker. "We are bigger... Taller... and stronger... But our purpose is to serve you, and theirs is to destroy. I care more about your kind... And your own kind turned themselves into something like us... Something stronger indeed, but... in the end, simpler.. We are NOT human. We mean nothing. I promised to never kill a Human. Though, noble as it may be, I am just an object. If I die, for this world, promise me to let it happen." Billy''s eyes quivered upon that statement. They go teary and a flicker of light shines upon his eyes, saddened from Beatle''s words. "Beatle... He''s coming toward us... He''s a slow walker." "Then shoot," said Beatle. "I will not fight back. Rationally thinking, I believe that this is the best way for Humanity''s salvation." "By getting yourself killed!?" "Shoot him, Billy. I know you have grown attached to me because you think I''m like you. I''m not. So, when I die, promise me that you''ll fulfill my purpose." "No... I won''t let you die." "Why?" "Because... I don''t want to be alone." Beatle''s eyes go gentle. "Fine..." Beatle turns to the COCK. "BUCK BUCK COCK!!! ALL HAIL, MORNINGSTAR!!!" "Walk away." "No. For Morningstar..." sneered the Chicken Man. "I''d rather die than walk away." "Then rather." Beatle stands up and grabs the chicken man''s face, crushing his head as gray matter and blue blood splatter everywhere. Billy looks dumbfounded. "You... could''ve-..." "That was... terrible of me. I''m sorry. I didn''t realize I have caused you pain. I wanted... to teach you how to kill us." "Don''t ever say that." "Huh?" "DON''T CALL YOURSELVES OBJECTS!!! You can talk! You can think! You can make promises! You FEEL. You guys were HUMAN. You aren''t... objects..." "My purpose is to protect Humanity." "Override it! I don''t care about all that junk where you just scared me half to DEATH!!! ALL I CARE ABOUT IS HOW YOU DOWNPLAYED YOUR OWN EXISTENCE!!!" "My purpose is to protect you." "WHY!!?!?" "I am a Crusader of Christ. That is my purpose." "What... are you...?" "I am the St. King. You have your answer." "Why are you acting like this? You were just some sad hobo living in the town''s cave for ten years! Now, you''re talking like some robot! Were you just mimicking us!?" "Because that is my purpose. And yes. I was. What I find to not understand is... Why do you care?" "I used to be made fun of for being different. Acting different..." He tiptoed his feet. "I don''t want you to be made fun of for that. I understand what it''s like to be less human. I was called freak, idiot, broken. But, I can''t be broken. I''m not an object. Neither are you. If you were an object, you wouldn''t care about me, or anyone. That''s hypocrisy." Beatle''s eyes widen. "You said you used to make fun of me." "I know... And I was wrong for that. I was just placing my fears onto you. My own insecurities." "You are a wise child, Billy. But my purpose is to serve and protect you. And I need you to learn how to kill people like me." "Why!?" "Because it is the best way to keep people like me from hurting you." "What about people like me who hurt other people like me!?" "That''s my predecessor''s problem. My purpose is to fight and protect. His is to spread the Word and love. There is a difference with our purposes." "What are you!? Like... Why do you act like this!?" "I am what they call a Messiah. A St. King. A Buddha. An Enlightened One. A Prophet. A Moses. I am a protector of all. And my purpose is to protect you. I had an army once, but... I can''t contact them from here. The Philippines is far too... walled... now... Ever since that bitch went into power." "Aurora Morningstar." "Yes. Her. Listen very carefully..." He genuflected before the boy. "I need you to be strong. I''m very sorry for forcing you. But listen. I want you to kill. NOT NOW. But later. Okay?" "Why?" "Because I chose you, Billy. To be my lieutenant." "Huh!?" "If I have a lieutenant in the Philippines, I''m going to need someone to hold the fort together here. I fear that the war is coming to your continent. We must reach the capital and make sure to kill the Zodiacs'' leader." "Why?" "The Zodiacs are a cult who pray to Aurora. I''m here to kill them. They''ve been ruling your nation for years. If I kill them, I can get back to my people and protect my own." "I thought your kind were objects." "My kind will die for humanity. We have accepted that fact. But, we still love each other. I... still love them... I fear for them. Remember, we were Humans once, too." Billy is understandably terrified by this situation, but nods. "For my family." "That''s the spirit! Now, Imma go pass out. Haven''t slept for 39 hours." Billy facepalms, annoyed. "WHY!?!?" "My Way, Billy. Frank Sinatra." "That guy lived more than 900 years ago." "God, immortality fucking sucks." Beatle falls face-first, falling asleep almost immediately.
Midnight Soliloquys Beatle and Billy continue walking down the cold and snowy forest. Beatle sees a deer and shoots it, proceeding to walk toward it. Billy, who was understandably startled, hesitantly followed after. Beatle speaks in a vexing manner, whispering and mumbling to himself. "Goddamn venison in my innards." "Gross," said Billy. "No, you." Beatle grabs the deer and Billy sees that the deer has no injury but just... went limp and died... "What... did you kill it with?" asked Billy, with his voice shaky and frightened. "Guilt. The Cross Bow kills any creature based on the amount of sins and evil intent. If you have good intent, you usually don''t get affected. Watch." Billy gets shot and doesn''t feel anything except a slight wriggle and sting. "Ow... Do it again!" Beatle snickers and does it again. Billy snickers as well. Beatle shoots at him in the head over and over and Billy proceeds to vomit. The putrid stench of stomach acid filled the air as the pair laugh like idiots. Beatle laughs. "Sorry. Sorry... Didn''t mean to laugh." Billy laughs harder. "Holy shit! That was AWESOME!!!" Beatle laughs and pats Billy''s back. "C''mon, Billy. Let''s camp out here. You''re clearly tired." "Okay," said Billy. "Point of information," said Beatle. "Mhm?" "My people aren''t objects. I am. Since I am a Messiah." "Right. What the hell is a ''Messiah?''" "Haha! Back in my day, I was uh... crowned King of like... the Universe. Multiverse even, possibly." "Then...?" "Then Aurora won. End of story." Billy smiles. "Who gave you those triangles?" "My... uh... friend did. Just a friend." "Best friend?" "The very best-est. We were close. She uh... never requited how I felt about her. Not until 20 years of our friendship. We were friends since high school. She gave me a pillow as a gift for my birthday. A star-shaped pillow she made herself." "You mean... She never requited your friendship with her?" "Not really. She... never loved me. Like, romantically. She did. At some point, I think. I don''t entirely remember. But then there was a very bad woman I fell for when she left me for another man. This bad woman tricked me into caring and loving for her. She... hurt me... Hit me... made me feel small and worthless. Just like... them... But... At least she loved me. Or so she claimed."If you spot this story on Amazon, know that it has been stolen. Report the violation. "What happened?" "The bad woman tore the star in half. I wore it as my symbol ever since. She took the other half. Twisted it into her own." "Aurora Morningstar." "I know. Stupid. Attachment with an object." Billy smiles and takes off his headband. "This was my Mom''s. She gave it to me because I liked how the spiky things on it felt brushing upon my hair. It was rather nice, you know? It was nice. Yes." "Thank you, Billy. I will protect that headband." "Promise me." "I hate promises," said Beatle. "But you can do it, right? You made me promise to be by your side. So, you do it, too." "Fine... I promise to protect that headband." "Aw! Thankies!" Beatle smiles and brushes his hair as Billy immediately drops to the ground to sleep. Beatle manifests a blanket and a pillow for her using some sort of Divine Magic. Beatle pats Billy''s head rater gently. Billy opens his eyes. "I don''t like people touching me." "I''m sorry. I don''t like it either. I just-..." "But, you can..." smiled Billy. "You patting my head is fine." Beatle smiles and pats his head. "Alright, kid." Billy sighs. "I''m scared of silence." "Then I will talk you to sleep. Tell you stories." "Stories, please." "Heh... Once upon a time... There was a boy named Bruce who was very much scared of the world. Bruce was a rather rich fellow with loving parents. His dad was a doctor and a... prince... Yeah. He was a prince. His mom was a beautiful princess. But despite their wealth, they only wanted to share it with the world. However, one night, Thomas decided to do something foolish. He brought Bruce to an alley because he got scared of the bat costumes in the theatre. They walked outside... but then... a bad guy shot them both." "I don''t like this story." Beatle snickers. "Many years later, Bruce grew up to be a hero. A hero... A guardian... A Dark Knight who protected the Kingdom of Gotham." "Whoa!" "But! Gotham did not like heroes wearing capes in that town and masks, because they looked like bad guys." "So?" "So... To protect hope in the city... he must become a symbol..." "Like the triangles on your chest!" "Yeah... Like the triangles... He wore... a bat on his chest. To show to the world that he''s a symbol." "Is he your favorite god from your time?" "He wasn''t a god. He was a man. And... no... Mine was Superman." "Who is he?" "He can do anything! Strong! Fast! Quick-!" "Boring... If he can do anything, what makes him so special?" "He''s special..." Beatle brushes his fingers against his star. "...because despite all his power... He still chose to be a good person. He thinks more about others than he does himself. Because he cares. He was raised by loving parents... And he was happy." "Like you?" "I wasn''t very happy when I was younger. All I remember then was verbal and psychological abuse. Heheh." "Why are you such a good person?" "We all have demons, kid." "But... you helped people like me. Even though you were a kook... You... worked to make sure that we were safe. I stopped making fun of you after I saw you gives blankets to other hobos outside our home." "Because it''s right." "I... don''t understand." "You don''t have to. Well... What''s the best way to say this... Hm. I had a brother and an Aunt. I... wasn''t raised by my parents. They were... pretty mean. They would yell at me and at each other... My brother would often get scared and cry... And I''d keep his cool and make sure he won''t get too angry, because if he was, he''d hurt others, like my parents. My brother grew bigger. All those years of fear and isolation turned him angry and scared. I made sure he would grow up okay. My Aunt was a... psychiatrist." "A what?" "A doctor for the mind." "Ahhh..." "She made sure I grew up right. She would be mean, but not really. She was a softie. She loved me dearly. Good at math, science, art, teaching, and science. Did I already say "science"? Whatever. Both us brothers dearly. We were happy because of her. She was a Savant. Intelligent woman ever. Best Psych in the Philippines. But... She would then get too old and die." "She was your real Mom?" "Kinda played both parental figures but, don''t worry ''bout it, kid. I was dumped to her since my fam was a bit... messy." "What were your parents like? Were they always mean to you?" "They meant well. It was only because I was... different." "But... are we the same?" "No two men are the same. But... I''ll consider that factor." Billy had already fallen asleep, and soundly snored and whispered to himself. Beatle pats his head. "I won''t let anything happen to you." The Deer Beatle covers his ears as loud screeching in the woods could be heard echoing in the trees'' walls. So does Billy, who frantically swears. "FUCK, MAN!!!" "WHAT!?!?" asked Beatle. "I said the F-Word! Out of PURE... SPITE!!!" "I DON''T UNDERSTAND WHAT YOU''RE SAYING, KID!!!" "I SAID... I SAID THE F-WORD!!!" "WHAT!?!?" "I SAID-!!!" The screeching stopped and dead silence came, only for Billy to yell. "I SAID THE F-WORD!!!" "Christ. You don''t have to shout." Billy sighs, annoyed. "Who is... ''Christ...?'' Is he some kinda god figure?" "In my religion, He''s my God. Well, He''s the Son of God." "You... have a religion? Aren''t ya the head of your own?" "Yeah, it gets confusing there-... Shush... Kid... Stay still." Beatle stares at the snowy olive woods before them. Billy''s breath begins to puff fog much quicker with every breath being faster than the last. Beatle immediately, within a split second, grabbed his Cross Bow and blasts at the bush in front of them as a deer with seven grotesque heads and teeth all over its face hops before them. Its flesh was irradiated and mutated with its skin hanging out from its face. Its horns were like the branches of a tree with leaves even growing from it. It had multiple eyes, heads, and body parts were far more numerous than before. Beatle blasts at the deer as it cackles and continues charging at them. Beatle jumps up and hops around like a monkey, handspringing around as he proceeds to ax kick Beatle''s face. "Motherfucker," said the deer. "Shit. He''s sarcastic," said Beatle. "Wait, they can talk!?" asked Billy. Beatle hands Billy his blaster. "Shoot." "Why?" "BECAUSE A FUCKING DEER IS ABOUT TO KILL US BOTH!!!" Beatle takes out his eskrima sticks and beats the deer, striking him left and right. "Sorry for shouting. KILL IT!!!" Billy takes aim. His grapple is rather clumsy. "WHERE DO I SHOOT!?!?" "SHOOT IT IN THE FACE!!!" "WHICH FACE!?!?" "ALL OF THE FUCKMOTHERING ABOVE!!!"The narrative has been taken without permission. Report any sightings. Billy frantically pulls the trigger and shoots everywhere, except the deer, even shooting Beatle at some point. "Fuck. That kinda stings.." said Beatle. "Sorry, Beatle!" "It is okay. My purpose is to protect you. If I get shot in the process, that''s on me." "STOP SAYING THAT!!!" "Never." Billy frantically darts his eyes left and right, trying to think of something to say, scraping the bottom of the barrel in his head. "It pains me... psychologically... That um... You''re hurting uh... yourself..." "Never took this to account." "Yes! Um... Please! Uh... Teach me how to shoot without shooting you!" "Okay. See that concave valley at the top of its nuzzle?" "Yes?" "Look between those two tiny mountains with one eye. If you''re holding with your right, use your right." "I am." "Okay. What do you see?" "Whoa..." Billy sees a glamorous sight of cells, molecules, and even atoms of one of the deer''s faces. "Now, what?" "Focus on what you''d like to witness. THEN... SHOOT!!!" "SHOOOOOT!!!" Billy blasts the deer''s face clean off as its head explodes into many pieces of brain and blood. Billy is understandably traumatized. Beatle smiles. "Great job, Billy! You saved the world!" "No, shit Sherlock! I''m traumatized!" "Ah. Sorry, Billy. I didn''t know. Here..." Beatle pats Billy''s head as some of the deer''s blood gets on his glove. Slightly grossed out, Beatle wipes his hand with Billy''s shirt. "She wall... I mean... We shall celebrate our kill with the ancient Filipino tradition of... KARAOKE!!!" "Uh... Okay..." Billy shivered in fear. Beatle sings during the dead of the night. "NEVER GONNA GIVE YOU UP!!! NEVER GONNA LET YOU DOWN!!! NEVER GONNA RUN AROUND AND-!!! Are you okay?" "I do not want to speak with you," said Billy. "Why?" Billy is shown to avoid eye contact with Beatle. His eyes faltering away from his. "Billy. Did I hurt your feelings?" asked Beatle. "You made me kill something." "I''m... sorry. But it wasn''t Human. I know the Zencathics such as yourself are not allowed to kill-..." "I don''t know anything about that!" "Ah. Zencathics are extinct 500 years ago-..." "Stop that! Stop... Not understanding me!" "I''m sorry. Did... I do anything wrong? We won, right?" "What part of ''killing a living thing'' DON''T you UNDERSTAND!?!?" "But, I protected you." "Beatle... You hurt me." Beatle''s eyes quivered. "How? You''re physically healthy in every way. Your muscles, however, may have been strained by the fight." "No. Psychologically. You scared me half to death." Beatle looks saddened. "I... didn''t know. You''re... the first person to speak up about my actions like this... other than the person I loved." "Yeah? Well... GOOD!!!" Billy sits down. "Least you could learn some form of self-respect for once." "Billy... I-I... I tried... I thought we were similar." "Yeah? Well... Clearly, we have differences. I''m disappointed and frustrated with you... That... we have differences." "Then... I am sorry, Billy. I shall compromise for you. But being silent cannot exchange any form of communication. Communicate with me." "Okay..." "What scared you...?" "I hurt the creature... And don''t shout at me. Loud noises scare me." "Same." "Then why do you yell?" "Because I was scared for you. But I promise to not yell anymore unless the situation requires it." "Why are you so nice to me?" "Because you''re like me." "Can I tell you something?" Billy flapped his arms, a bit stressed. "Yes?" asked Beatle. "I hate adjusting for others. But you adjust for me. How?" "You just... sacrifice a part of yourself... An instinct... A part of your nature to make them feel comfortable with you. To have friends." "But... that hurts." "I know. And believe me, when they learn who you are, they will compromise for you, too." "Why... do I think... differently? My own family thought I was strange. Bizarre, even. Villager friends of mine thought I was an alien or something." "I had the exact same experience." "It''s hard." "I know. Kid. I''ve done things to make others uncomfortable because of who I am. My duty is to suppress that part of myself to keep the world safe... To make Humans and my people feel comfortable. Even if it means I must stand alone." "That sounds... lonely." "Not really. I have you." Beatle''s eyes beamed with excitement. The Morningstar
"And THAT''S how you make a bed!" "What did she do to you, anyway?" asked Billy, walking in the woods along with Beatle. "Hm?" Beatle asked, poignantly. He avoided eye contact, sensing an uncomfortable question to leave Billy''s pale lips. "Aurora. Your ex?" "Eh. Sometimes relationships don''t work out and cause a war that killed billions of people. No biggie." "You KILLED BILLIONS OF PEOPLE!??" "No. But our fight did. Been tryna make up for it a while now." "Why... Why did Aurora... kill them?" "Y''know. She''s kinda a big deal. Heheh... She throws her tantrums every now and then." "''Tantrums''? Who... is she...? I''ve heard she was the Devil, right?" "Okay. Look around you. What do you see?" "Grass. Um... animals... trees... bushes... shrubs... woods... more bushes... leaves..." "Anything else?" "Snow." "Precisely. She caused that." "She... invented snow?" "No. She caused something called the Ice Age. Basically, places that weren''t supposed to be cold got really cold. A lot of people without proper resources to survive, well, died. Call it mass genocide." "Wow... That''s pretty... Bad... Are you... evil...?" "No. Been tryna stop her." "Why''d she do it in the first place then?" "I broke her heart. I chose my purpose over her. She''s a cold, calculated, and insane creature that has no remorse. Cold. Ruthless. Most of my friends and loved ones died because of her. Like I said. She''s kinda a big deal." "Ha! Her soldiers are nothing compared to you! She probably can''t even fight you!" "The people we''ve been killing aren''t her soldiers at all. They''re a cult who sport her badge so her army would stop to care for them. Cheapshot was their leader. He was quite literally just the equivalent of a protestor in our nation. He''s not even her soldier." "Then... Um... We haven''t-...?" "Nope. I''ve lost majority of my power after our last fight. Kinda made me weaker. She sucked me off with her fork." "What!?" "Yes, Billy. Her trident. I know. Terrible." "So... Is she a demon...? Or-...?"This story has been stolen from Royal Road. If you read it on Amazon, please report it "Okay. Remember the Emperor of the Country that''s been pillaging yours for years?" "The Emperor of the FILTHY FALLEN!!!" "Well... Yeah. We are the Fallen. Those are called Filipinos." "HUH!?!? Wait, WHAT!?!? You''re... OUR ENEMY?!?" Billy points his gun at Beatle. "Doesn''t kill me, remember?" "SO!!?" "I have a good heart." "Ah, yeah. Wait, there are... FACTIONS!?!?" "I am a Crusader of Christ. We''re the actual Filipinos who fought for this country for years. The guys I''m fighting are a cult that pray to the soldiers of Aurora, called the Antichrists. Or the Antichristians. Or whatever. We just call ''em Antis." "Aunties." "Antis." "Gesundheit." "Yes." Beatle sighs as the fog forms from his breath. He squints his eyes. Silence falls between the pair. "Was... the world not supposed to be this cold?" "Your species adapted to the cold. Back in my day, Humans can''t stand this temperature. They die, Billy. From something called Hypothermia. There is no such thing as a real Human anymore, sadly." "I''m a real person, though." "Well, genetically speaking, you''re a Human. You can''t evolve from a clade, after all. But... you''ve evolved into something different. Though, you''re still a Human, we just call you guys Snow People." "Wowie... I have a slur!" "You''re welcome, Billy." "What does she look like?" "Hm?" "Aurora. No one in my country has ever seen what she looks like." "Satan. Think of the unholiest smile on Earth that pisses you off every morning when you wake up next to it." "Like marriage?" "Uh... Yes..." "So, if their star is upside-down, they''re one of ''em Antis. Is that why you have those triangles on your chest? Supposed to be a star?" "We already talked about this." "Yeah. But... I didn''t know it''s supposed to be because you guys were the original. Thought you guys were just being melodramatic." "Describe her." "She''s... an idiot. She may seem like a complete child who only wants to make things right who wants nothing but your attention and unconditional love..." "Concerning." "I gave in because she was like me." "Oh. Sorry." "Buuut unlike me, she tried killing me. And everyone." "Because... tantrums?" "Uh... Kinda... No. She killed people because it''s her only way to spend time with me." "Wow." "Eh. I used to do it." "Dude..." "Not anymore. I grew up. She didn''t." "How did you do it?" "Kept ''em hostage by being myself... Obsessive, sad, pathetic. Self-deprecative jokes that made people uncomfy. Didn''t know I was making ''em uncomfy. That''s what my friends used to do to me, and I just laughed along with them. So, I thought it was okay..." "Weird... I used to... I didn''t... Wow... How did you not do it anymore?" "I found a new purpose. Protect. Serve. For my purpose is to protect all life since its right is respect, autonomy-..." "Yeah, yeah. Heard of it before. But... Why...? Why''d you choose that purpose?" "At first I thought it''d make people like me. But I realized that without it, I''ll have no purpose. Had no friends. Real friends. So... I fought for this world..." "Why?" "Because it''s right. It feels right." "But... You don''t want... I dunno... revenge... for all them bullying you like that? Abusing you like that?" "Nope." "Why...!?!?" "Because that is wrong." "So, Aurora is wrong, because you''re right?" "And she wants to be wrong, to continue being my opposite. By burning our only bridge we had left of each other, she continues to be with me. To connect with me. Her last piece of effort to connect is by hating me." "That... is depressing." "Sorry. Oops... I did it again. I made you uncomfy. Made you feel terrible for me. I''m sorry... Uh... Hey look..." Beatle points to a turtle. "Turtle. Wow. This is why we don''t talk about my past! Sorry for shouting." "It''s okay, Beatz. I don''t find it depressing! I find it normal..." "How so?" "The way I see it, people sometimes get that desperate to try to connect with others. Because they''re afraid of being alone. Because people fear them because they''re different. But you, you compromise. That makes you better than her. You sacrificed parts of yourself to protect people... What... did you want to do... If you weren''t the Earth''s Protector?" "I wanted to be a writer-dancer-YouTuber-superhero." "Wow. Same." "Heheheheh... You''re alright, kid." Beatle sighs, looking up to the Neon sky while gently brushing his fingers over the "triangles" on his chest. "Before all this, I was just a modest humble writer... A regular everyday joe... I really wish I chose her... She was the only one who... loved me... for who and what I am..." "If you did... Would you have met me?" smiled Billy. Beatle smiles and pats his head. "I doubt it, kid."
Cheap Shot Beatle offers Billy a bowl of fermented rice and fish with some eggplant omelet and actual rice he harvested and cooked himself from a nearby rice field. "Isn''t stealing wrong?" asked Billy. "Farm''s abandoned. Don''t worry. I magically killed all the parasites the rice has and rejuvenated it to its ''normal state''." "I don''t like the word, ''normal''. Sounds exclusive." "I.K.R." "What?" "I believe the kids back in my day meant ''I know, right?''" "That''s stupid." "You said it." Beatle stands up and looks around. Billy sniffs the meal and covers his mouth. "It smells terrible! This... stuff next to the eggplant!" "You said you eat eggplant." "Yeah! What is THIS stuff!? And why is it cooked that way!?" Beatle gently speaks. "That''s an eggplant cooked in egg. It''s called Tortang Talong. Ancient Filipino recipe. That stuff is fermented rice and fish I carry with me. Made it myself. It''s the sauce. We call it buro." "I don''t like buro." "Then starve." Billy rolls his eyes and takes a bite. "Ah! It hurts my mouth?" Beatle sits with him. "Not really. The taste is just heavy. You''ll get used to it after a few more bites." "I don''t like it." Beatle sighs. "If I take a bite, will you eat it?" Billy softly nods. Beatle eats it with no reaction to his face whatsoever. Billy, seeing this, begins eating it, trying to control his instinct to spit, but, he spits it. Billy is saddened by this. He avoids eye contact. "That was rude. Sorry." "It''s fine. I did the exact same thing with food I didn''t like." "I''m... not you, Beatle." "I know. You''re your own guy. But you could learn a thing or two by hanging with me." "Like-...?" "No. Not that kinda hanging. Christ. I''m not the kinda guy to be found with a sadly-written note next to him." "Oh. Like hangman?" "No." "Hangers-...?" "Like hanging out. What is it with kids these days and their incapability of understanding older pieces of slang?" "I''m... 10...? And you''re like... in your 900s...?" "Goddamn excuses. Damned kids. Sorry. That was rude." "It''s okay!" Billy''s eyes beamed with excitement. "I''m beginning to like Bugo!" "Buro," Beatle corrected. Billy''s eyes quivered. "Is it bad I don''t miss them very much? My family?" Beatle turns to him. "They were mean..." "Your family just didn''t know how to handle you." Beatle begins pacing and circling him. Billy smiles and follows after, as they circle the woods together. "Did you hate your family, too?" "When I was your age, yes. But growing up, I realize now that they had sacrficed more than I could ever dream of. I was the eldest. I was their... test subject." "How do your powers work?" "Hm? Oh. I uh... I''m magic. Or some shit. I dunno." "You can open portals and shit?" "Uh... Not anymore. Aurora might uh... find me and kill both of us." "Can you make magic spells?" "When it is needed."This narrative has been unlawfully taken from Royal Road. If you see it on Amazon, please report it. "Can you fly?" "Yes. Whenever I think it''s time to try... defying gravity! Eh? Wicked? Ever heard of that play?" "Uh-uh!" He shook his head, smiling. "Yeah. Go figure. Again! Kids these days!" "Hahaha!" laughed Billy, as they pranced around the forest together. Meanwhile, three Zodiacs walk into the forest together. One is named "Leo", a man who wears a mask made of Dragon skin. The other two are a pair wearing a Tiger and a Dog mask respectively. These two are named "Gargar" and "Batots". "Gargar. Status report," said Leo, intimidatingly staring in the distance. Batots, the Dogman, smiled and snickered. "Sir. I believe that the targets are in our sight." The dogman smiled. "Gargar. Batots. You know what to do," said Leo. Beatle can be seen halting Billy within their sight exactly several kilometers away from them. Batots sneers. "There he goes again! He keeps sensing us with that weird ass magic trick of his! HE''S MOCKING US!!! Doesn''t he realize that it''s just his anxiety!?!?" "Then again it''s happening at the same time as we tried to attack, IDIOT!!!" growled Gargar. "He''s the real deal..." Batots magically warps out his katanas. Gargar takes out his heavy-duty Gatling gun. Billy asks, afraid. "What''s wrong?" Beatle squints his eyes. "Many things. Many things wrong now. STICKS, MOTHERFUCKER!!!" Beatle tosses his eskrima stick toward where they stood, exactly at the slope they stood on, wherein the stick explodes upon impact and they are tossed out of the bushes and toward Beatle. Beatle warps his eskrima stick magically back into his hand as Batots slices at Beatle over and over again. He spins and strikes, trying to cut Beatle to pieces but Beatle easily blocks his katanas with his magical eskrima sticks. Billy grabs Beatle''s blaster and shoots at Gargar, but Gargar''s Gatling gun''s range is far too large for Billy to handle. He ducks and hides under a dying rotten log. Billy is forced to go on all fours, which disgusts him as he touches the strangely wet ground with all the bugs he can feel crawling all over his hand. Billy felt like he wanted to vomit, but kept fighting on. He crawls around within the wet and smelly log while parts of the log behind him are being torn to pieces upon the impact of each of Gargar''s bullets. The log was shredded and Billy was forced to crawl deeper into the darkness. Meanwhile, Batots laughs and barks at Beatle. "Morningstar will surely be my BITCH after I kill you!" snickered Batots. "That''s where you''re wrong, Batots. She doesn''t like being called that word..." Beatle slams his sticks into Batots'' face, tearing his head off as his spine is left dangling out from it. "I should know..." Beatle drops his head as it rolls down with blue fluids all over the ground. Beatle turns to the log. "BILLY!!! Sorry! Didn''t mean to shou-!" Gargar turns to him and shoots as Beatle blocks all of the bullets with one eskrima stick that constantly spins. Beatle growls as Gargar begins to overpower him. Beatle yells out. "BILLY!!!" Billy successfully shoots Gargar in the head, angrily yelling as he blows his brains out. Beatle sighs, tired as he kneels down. "Why... were his bullets so much faster than-?" "Our weapons are imbued with Divine or Satanic Magic. Theirs is Devilish in nature." Suddenly Beatle blocks a perfectly angular shot directly pointing toward Billy''s face. Beatle sees that it''s just a rock, but the rock has Satanic properties, seeing the upside-down star on it. "Leo," said Beatle. He slowly turns to Leo. "Please, Beatle. Do no longer call us by our slave names. Call me Cheapshot!" Cheapshot smiles as he crosses his legs and sits on a rock. "Cheapshot. Leave this world alone. Please." "Why? Aurora said it was hers to conquer." "Who sent you?" "Aurora." "I mean, which of your idiot teammates is handling you right now?" "Why ruin the surprise!? Beatle, Beatle, Beatle. It''s so weird that we used to be friends." "No. You were one of the people who used to make fun of me and fucked the person I was in love with." "Huh? Oh, YEAH!!! Well, she''s dead now, so, eh! That was 900 years ago. SHE was 900 years ago! You still remember and even CARE about that!?" "Yes," said Beatle. Cheapshot laughs. "Wow. You really are a sore loser!" "And you are a ''that thing I keep in my drawer''." "For your D?" "For my ass. Now fuck off, Leo. Before I pummel you again." Beatle turns around and walks away as he immediately blocks a shot from Billy''s head coming from the other direction. Beatle sighs. "Y''know, you should be wearing the dog mask. Fits how you come back always to bite me in THE FUCKING ASS!!!" "HAHAHAHA! There you go again! God! We used to make fun of you because you were so insufferable AND STUPID!!! You made your condition an excuse for your behavior." "My behavior was unpleasant because you were scared of someone like me. Scared of difference. You people feared people like me because you people never understood me. So you decided to-..." Beatle blocks another shot from Billy''s face. "-... get rid of people like me." He shoots another at Billy''s face. "Fucking stop that." "No!" Cheapshot kept on shooting at Billy some random rocks that constantly bouncing off from objects that nearly perfectly striking Billy''s head. Beatle just kept blocking his efforts. "STOP ROCK BLOCKING ME!!!" roared Cheapshot. "No." Billy shoots at Cheapshot but Billy blocks it with a rock that was shot from the sky earlier. Billy''s eyes beamed with excitement and fear at the same time. "WHO IS THIS GUY!?!?" "Eh. He''s a simp for Aurora. Blames me that she chose me." "Weird. I thought no one would ever love me!" "That''s toxic. For your own good, love yourself. You''re beautiful the way you are," said Beatle. "Okay!" smiled Billy. "Wait, ''she chose you?'' YOU GUYS DATED!?!?" "Thought I made that clear," said Beatle. "CHEAPSHOT!!! THE ONLY REASON YOU''RE ALIVE RIGHT NOW IS THAT I PROMISED AURORA TO NOT KILL ANY OF HER TOYS!!!" "FUCK YOU!!! SHE LOVES ME!!!" "No, she doesn''t." Cheapshot shoots another rock as Beatle just sways his stick around. Beatle sighs. "Fuck. He''s beginning to shoot other places." Beatle begins... just... walking around to protect himself and Billy. "How... can you so easily block his attacks?" asked Billy. "Pair his magic, which is the ability to land perfect strikes no matter what, with an ability that can sense anything dangerous that is about to happen is kinda like an almost unstoppable force meeting cockblocking," said Beatle, swaying his stick as he yawned. "I AM A THREAT TO YOUR INSECURITIES!!!" "That just means you help me feel secure," said Beatle. "FUCK OFF!!!" "Ugh..." said Beatle. "Who are these guys?" "The Antichrists? Ah. They''re anti um... My religion. But in reality, they''re just a bunch of people who hate me because I''m different. No biggie." "Wait... the reason the war happened was because-?" "Because I''m different. Yes. But... it''s a little more complicated than that." "WHY. WON''T. YOU. DIE!?!?!" growled Cheapshot, shooting at him. Beatle sighs. "Hold that thought. Imma leave an apology note for Aurora." "EXCUSE YOU!?!? GET HER NAME OUT OF YOUR FUCKING M-!!!" Beatle slams his stick into Cheapshot''s face by extending it similar to a stretchy chain as he pulls it back to its original shape. Cheapshot falls to the ground, dead. "There are... better than him," said Beatle. "Wow," said Billy. "Will you ever tell me your origins?" "Eh," Beatle shrugged. "Maybe. Got a pen and paper?" Billy sighs. Hit Me Baby One More Time Beatle and Billy kept on running and running out of horror and fear while bullets dancing through the air landed in the trunks of trees. They are terrified by the null confections of the strange homing missiles charging toward them. They duck. They hide. They take cover. Each bullet spins and swims in the air like deadly whistling darts. "What are those things!?!?" asked Billy, while Beatle carried him on his back. "Those are the hellhounds of madness itself," said Beatle. "A quiet soliloquy that whistles in the dead silence of night." "Like THE JOKER!!!" "No. Worse," said Beatle. "He''s called ''Hit''. Also, I''m proud you made that reference." "Yay!" smiled Billy. Hit sighs, blasting at Beatle over and over. "Y-Y-Y-You think you can j-j-j-j-just run away from your countless a-a-a-a-atrocities-tees-tees!?!? ST. KING!?!?" "Those atrocities were done to save my nation," said Beatle, taking out his blaster and shooting at each of the missiles darting toward Beatle''s face. "THAT IS NO EXCUSE!!!" "I never committed war crimes," said Beatle. "You people did." "But we did it... FOR... ALL HAIL... MORNINGSTAR!!!" roared Hit, who managed to blast a hole open in both Beatle''s kneecaps. Beatle falls down, limp as he stumbled downhill while Billy catches his hand. Billy tries hard to pull him back up as Beatle''s eyes flickered with a dying light. "Beatle!!! C''MON!!!" cried Billy, trying to pull him back up. Beatle points his gun at Billy, who frantically dodges. Turns out, he was aiming for the warrior behind him, the being known as Hit. Hit blocks the shot and tackles Beatle, leaving Billy unconscious from the shockwave''s blast as he fell unconscious on the hilltop. Beatle is beaten and bruised by Hit with ease. Hit grabs Beatle by the neck and pulls him up. Blood dripped from Beatle''s own lips and some droplets dwindled down his fingers. For the first time in years, he shivered in fear. Hit sneers. "For the betrayal of the great nation of the Philippine Empire, I hereby sentence you... To death..." A rock strikes Hit''s head from behind. He slowly turns, angrily. He is shown to have violet eyes and violet hair. He has a badge on his chest of a brown upside-down star: A pentagram. He has a muscular build, a cleft chin, and light brown skin that is considered "better" than Beatle''s.Taken from Royal Road, this narrative should be reported if found on Amazon. "What... do you want...?" asked Billy, holding a rock in his hand preparing to throw it. "I want to serve Aurora. No one else. My purpose is to kill. Destroy. Conquer. In the name of Satan." "What the hell happened to you, Pete?" asked Beatle, trying to speak with Hit. "Pete... I remember... back in High School... I used to sit down next to the dumpster behind the school yard. They laughed at me for being... me... You were kind enough to sit next to me and talk to me. I knew you were a good person from then on. Why did you choose Aurora?" "You''ve spoken this way to me 27 times over the course of 900 y-y-yyears." "And I still believe I can save you..." said Beatle. "I suggest you walk away." "Or WHAT!?!? We are clearly much, much more powerful than a pathetic weakling like you." "Or... THIS!!! Hell..." Suddenly, Hit''s eyes resonated with one emotion Billy wasn''t expecting: Fear. Hit looks down to Beatle''s torso, seeing Beatle cross his arms with closed fists, and at the speed of sound, open his thumb, index finger, and finally, his middle finger as he creates a triangle from his fingers and blasts at Hit. "FAIYA!!!" A hole is blasted open into Hit''s chest as he falls to the ground, going limp. Beatle, who is paralyzed and tries to regenerate his legs, tells Billy, "GO!!! RUN AWAY!!! HIDE!!! I SHALL FIND YOU AGAIN LATER!!!" "But... you''re hurt!" cried Billy. "Billy. I don''t want you to die for me. My job is to die for you." "And my job is vice versa!" sobbed Billy. "Fine. Run. Think of a plan while I hold him off." Beatle hands Billy his Cross Bow by tossing it. Billy catches it. "Please. Go." Billy sees that somehow, the tall Nephilim, Hit, begins standing right back up as the wounds on his chest regenerate, albeit, unlike with Beatle, he is in pain, and the wound remains bruised. "GO!!!" roared Beatle. Billy nods and runs away as Hit grabs Beatle''s head. Beatle doesn''t flinch, as if he allowed this to happen and Hit crashes his face into the trees, snapping each in half. Beatle, bloody-blue and bruised, falls to the ground, shaking. His blue blood leaking out of his face. "Pete... Please. You were the valedictorian of our class once. You had parents who loved you dearly. You had a sister. You had a girlfriend, but I knew, you didn''t like her. You loved men, and your father was far too close-minded to-..." Hit stops for a second and yells. "SHUT UP!!!" "Please..." "I used to make fun of you. Why, until now, are you being so kind to me?" "Because that is my-..." "NO!!! DON''T SAY THAT!!!" Hit beats Beatle to the ground. "DON''T. E--E-E-E---EVER. SAY THAT!!! You just feel BAD for us. You don''t care about us. We reject you as our savior." "No shit, Sherlock. What do you think caused ALL OF THIS in the first fucking place!?!?" "In the name of MO-O-O-orningstar..." He prepares to blast Beatle''s head open with a deadly spell from his palms. Beatle closes his eyes. "BEATLE!!!" He hears Billy''s words in his head. "Miggy..." A woman''s voice... "BEATZ!!!" yelled two men in his head. "Beatle..." said another woman. Beatle growls and grabs his palm as Beatle''s entire hand explodes, but almost immediately, it regenerates. Beatle begins to fly up while grabbing Hit''s face. "I... have regained a few more of my memories... and thus... I can feel it... His power... returning in each and every grain and fiber of the temple that is my body..." Hit, is now terrified. "BILLY!!! ON MY BOOM BOOMERANG!!!" roared Beatle. Hit is even more terrified. He blasts at Beatle over and over with his death spells but Beatle just slaps each attack away, though, he looks worn-out and beaten at this point. "SHAPE OF-!!!" Beatle sneered as Hit became mortified completely. "A BOOMERANG LASER SWORD!!!" Beatle manifests a boomerang laser sword and decapitates Hit as Billy jumps back into the scene, revealed to have been hiding in one of the trees'' leaves and blasts the head into pieces as blue blood and gray matter splattered around everywhere. Beatle falls to his knees and falls unconscious. Billy smiles, hugging Beatle. "We did it, Beatle! Beatle? Oh no... Beatle! BEATLE!!!" Billy cries and hugs Beatle''s limp body. "BEATLE!!! PLEASE!!! WAKE UP!!! NO!!!" Nostalgia
Beatle falls to his knees and falls unconscious. Billy smiles, hugging Beatle. "We did it, Beatle! Beatle? Oh no... Beatle! BEATLE!!!" Billy cries and hugs Beatle''s limp body. "BEATLE!!! PLEASE!!! WAKE UP!!! NO!!!" Billy growls and drags Beatle away. "Crap... Right! Beatle taught me how to make a bed... Maybe if I... fix the knots together... I could make some kinda... wheelless barrow or somethin''..." Billy begins grabbing some sticks and tying them together with the vines. Beatle opens his eyes, but, he looks younger. No... This... IS A FLASHBACK!!! Pluplupluplu... Beatle, in this period of time, looks incredibly thin. "WHAT DO YOU MEAN THE IDIOT REFUSES TO EAT OUR FOOD!?!?" roared a man with a booming voice. "THERE''S NOTHING WRONG WITH HIM!!! HERE!!!" The man shoves a longganisa into the boy''s mouth causing him to throw a tantrum and slap his head over and over again. "DON''T YELL AT HIM!!!" roared the mother. "ONLY I GET TO YELL AT HIM!!! YOU''VE DONE ENOUGH!!! C''mere, YOU LITTLE JERK!!!" The boy cries and angrily screams. Later on, the boy went on to have become an honor student in pre-school and elementary. Pictures plastered around the house of his achievements, but... at high school... It doesn''t exist anymore. "Your younger son is... differently-abled," said the Doctor. "OH!!! OH NO!!!" sobbed the woman. "Does that mean he''s... um... how can I say... His intelligence is... not the same as ours?" "No. It means he has learning problems. But that''s okay. All you need is training for little Promiel. Okay?" asked the doctor. "Wow!" smiled the father. "I am so glad that our older son is NORMAL... For the most part!" The parents laugh while their elder son, who we now know as Beatle, would sulk in the corner. However, his Aunt, who works in the same clinic, smiles and gives him a lolipop. "Tita? What''s wrong with me?" asked the younger Beatle. "I... can''t tell them. It''ll... Let''s just say it''ll damage their pride. And... they''ll do something drastic. They mean well. They may just be a little shallow, but they love you." "I''m in High School now. I... got multiple 79''s and 78''s... They yelled at me all night. Told me I didn''t study hard enough. Why am I... wrong...? I studied! I did!" "I know. I indeed saw," said the Aunt. "Then... Why do they hate me?" "They don''t hate you. They''re disappointed in you. Because they think you''re naughty." "Why did the doctor say I was the Scapegoat and they should stop?" asked Miguel, completely worried. "What does that mean?" His eyes showing how broken he is. "Am I... ''wrong?'' They keep calling me a problem child... What is that?" "You don''t need to know about that. It''s not important. But, I can tell you that you''re not a problem, Miguel. You''re a person, too. They just... can''t see the true problem." "Me?" "No... Their pride." "So... I''m not a problem?" "No person is. The right of all life is freedom, autonomy, and respect. No living being deserves to be called a ''problem''. They just think you aren''t good enough. You are, my little beetle." "But, Tita... Why do they think that way? I want to think like they do. Why did God make me like this?" "Maybe, God wanted you to be here to show the world a different way of looking things, y''know?" "Then, tell them I''m different. You''re a doctor like him, right?" "No. They won''t see you as their son. They''d see you as a label like your sibling." "Oh no... We should make them forget about Promiel''s-..." "But... Promiel''s needs to be known. Because you''re smart in school." "Promiel isn''t dumb!" "But he needs help. You need help from somewhere else. You have... me." "Okay! I believe you, Tita!" Miguel hugs his Aunt. Miguel, now a teenager, is laughed at by many people as thet make loud noises, causing him to cover his ears. They whistle, scream, and create coin sounds into Miguel''s ears. The genuine version of this novel can be found on another site. Support the author by reading it there.Miguel, now a young adult, is told by a young woman, "I can''t love you. You''re not... normal. You''re not useful, either. You don''t work hard enough and you... are probably the least resourceful person I know. Tyrone, though. He has something you don''t. I''m sorry. But you hurt me. I hurt you." Miguel simply grabs his chest in pain and heartbreak. "I... am bad..." "Please learn self-respect and self-love." Miguel then meets... her... a rather below-average-looking woman who acts rather strangely. She avoids eye contact, flaps her hands as Miguel does, and bobs her head and torso back and forth. She trips and Miguel catches her. "Thanks." Miguel smile. "You got a name? Ruru. Short for... Aurora. Aurora Fernandez." "I''m Miguel Ibarra. My friends call me-..." "BEATLE!!!" yelled Billy, while Beatle was peacefully asleep for the first time in years. "BEATLE!!! WAKE UP!!! HOSPITAL CITY IS NEARBY!!! IT''S A CITY FULL OF DOCTORS!!! C''MON!!! PLEASE!!! I BEG OF YOU!!! WAKE UP!!!" Billy charged into the blizzard, seeing nothing but clear white snow and feeling the wind tossing each snowflake like a blade slicing his skin. He decided to follow the wind''s source of origin, so hopefully he''d reach north. "Ruru..." said Beatle, as the soft whispers of his breath reached Billy''s ears. Only as much as a fraction of the fog left his breath compared to earlier. "What''s that? What''s a ''Ruru''? I don''t understand Tagalog! Beatle, please! Speak English! Do you need anything? Oh no..." "I... love... you..." said Beatle, whispering. "Aurora." Billy stops. He turns to Beatle, saddened by his current state. He shook his head, not dismissively to Beatle''s feelings, but to his own. He kept on stomping in the cold snow. "C''mon, Beatle. You got a whole life behind ya. Don''t dare die on me." "Left... to figure out... the world alone..." Beatle mumbled. "I was never diagnosed... I was dismissed... Left to figure out the world... alone..." Now... an adult Beatle... yells at his father... "NO!!!" roared Miguel. "SHUT UP!!! I WON''T BE A POLITICIAN LIKE YOU, DAD!!!" "Son! C''mon! Be neighborly!" "I''m not your ''neighbor!'' I''m not your tool for revenge against your rival families! I''M YOUR SON!!! This ISN''T FAIR to treat me like this! Everyone says I make them uncomfy BECAUSE OF YOU!!! You made me like this! You traumatized Mom and Tita by psychologically and verbally SCARRING them!!! You kept pushing!" "Son... Fine. Okay! I admit it! I don''t believe that such differences... mental issues... exists-..." "UGH!!!" Beatle walks away. "Fuckin''... Son... I need you to take care of us when you''re older!" "Take care of yourself. You need to learn that first. Not have Mom and Tita clean up your mess. I was born. You couldn''t pay for anything so you dumped me with them so you could live your solitary life in Manila." "You''re not my son." "I never was. I''m Tita''s son. Yell at them again, I''ll come for you." Miguel slams the door shut and walks to the nearest Jeepney stop... "How''d it go?" asked Aurora. "Y''know... More or less-..." "-absolutely traumatic?" smiled the pair. The pair laugh at the joke. Aurora smiles. "Ever think cannibalism would be a thing at this point? Overpopulation, am I right?" Miguel laughs. "Yeah... Pretty much the local''s idea, if y''know what I mean? Hahahaha! Shit, was that racist?" "Eh! We ARE locals!" smiled Aurora, as the pair laugh. Billy roars as he pulls Beatle up the snow mountain''s slope. "C''mon, Beatle! Furthermore! Keep... going...! You''re the only way I can feel... NORMAL!!!!" "Your worth..." Billy turns to Beatle. "not based... on others'' lives." Billy''s eyes quivered. "Okay."
Heeere鈥檚 Ruru! Beatle slowly opens his eyes and sees Billy drinking what looks like mead. "Kid. Drinking''s bad for you. Don''t drink that." "Calm down. It''s root beer." Beatle grabs it as Billy awkwardly waddles around. Beatle takes a sniff. "This is mead, kid. Who gave you this?" "Found it in ya flask! That nice gentleman over there gave it to me!" smiled Billy. "He lied to you." "It''s okay! You taught me I can''t-... *hic!* Harm humans, right?" "Yes. But I didn''t teach you how to teach others a lesson." Beatle stands up while the drunken man laughs at Billy. Beatle grabs his face and tosses him to the wall, causing a crater to be made. "Beatle! Why!?" asked Billy. "Billy. You shouldn''t be drinking. You''re a child." "Cool kids in my neighborhood do it! You do it!" "I drink milk. Plus, alcohol literally has no effect on me. Angel''s Blood, remember?" "Oh! *HIC!!!* Right!" Beatle waves his hand as Billy vomits out all the mead. "Ugh... I''m... better now... Why''d you-!?" "Because you''re a child!" "Sir..." said the obese, smelly, drunkard standing right back up. His beard was sticky and so were his hands. He smelled of beer and nothing more. "I''d like you to get hamfisted by my-..." Beatle kicks him down. "Sit down, Sapien." "Hey! Is that how ya tourists speak to me!? I''m the Goddamned father of this city''s head doctor!" "Then clearly, it''s understandable why you''re no longer the head doctor. Now SIT, DOWN. You gave someone with a condition beer. A CHILD, no less." "What are ya? Some kinda God!?" "Oh, bitch. You have no idea..." Billy grabs Beatle''s hand. "He''s not worth it." "He was taking a video of you," said Beatle. "Yeah. Because he was flapping his hands like an abnormal-..." "Don''t. Call him that," growled Beatle. Billy is about to cry. "Beatle. It''s okay." "Sir... Please leave," said a nurse, walking toward the obese man. "YA CAN''T MAKE ME!!!" roared the obese man, while security ushered him away. "Sorry. He... just sits around claiming he has urinalysis. In reality, he''s just drunk and likes to make fun of patients for their struggles. Abe, I believe?"Unauthorized content usage: if you discover this narrative on Amazon, report the violation. Billy smiles and winks at Beatle, giving him a thumbs up. "Yeah, uh... You are the Nurse that took care of me, is that correct?" "Why, yes," said the Nurse. "Uh... Thanks. But, I have no money." "It''s okay. The hospital''s purpose is to heal and protect. We''re being paid by the Zodiac Mind! All Hail THE ZODIAC MIND!!!" Beatle gave a nonchalant look. "Excuse me." Beatle grabs Billy''s hand rather frantically and they walk away. "Sir? Where are you going?" asked the Nurse, still smiling. "Why? What''s wrong? She was being nice!" "She''s a Zodiac." "I thought those Superhumans were the Zodiacs. They just have the same name with the Zodiac Mind!" "They''re affiliated. The Zodiac Mind''s been compromised." "By... what?" "Aurora." Billy''s eyes widen. "Sir..." said the Nurse while the Guards stand before Beatle as Beatle brushes his fingers over his holster. "I believe you must stay... here... She would like to speak with you!" "You treat me with kindness. Why?" asked Beatle. "This is all her doing, hm?" "Just... come to my room. You can''t harm Humans though, right?" sneered the Nurse. Beatle facepalms. "Fuck..." Beatle and Billy enter the room and meet with the Nurse. "Fair maiden, I wish to leave," said Beatle, as he sat down. "No one leaves the Hospital City. You are safe here." "Nurse, please." "No one leaves the Hospital City. You are safe... here..." "Beatle, I''m scared," said Billy. "What do you want?" "No need for want, as long as the great Zodiac Mind watches over us all!" "The Zodiac Mind isn''t a god." "Please do not blaspheme. Do you have... mental conditions that make you speak such?"? "That has nothing to do with this. What matters is that you free us, now. The right of all Human life is autonomy, freedom, and respect." "Do you feel alone, Beatle?" Her neck snaps on its own, killing the Nurse while her body becomes mangled. Suddenly, she is branded by an upside-down star. "Aw! Cutsie pooh! Hellu hellu my little beatle!" "YOU HAVE NO RIGHT TO CALL ME THAT ANYMORE!!!" roared Beatle. "My, my! Angry, are you? Who''s this? Your new lieutenant?" "Aurora, please. He is a child." "I wonder what I can do with his body... What parts I can take away and reattach? Do I kill his clan as well? Skewer them like I did your precious fellow Crusaders?" "AURORA!!! Tch-... Ruru..." Aurora Nurse''s eyes widen. "How... Dare... You... YOU DON''T GET TO CALL ME THAT!!!" She jittered and shivered. "I AM YOUR GOD!!!" "Aurora, please. You can''t just compromise this land''s monotheistic god. It isn''t right. That''s against our code." "I never listened to any of your codes." "Yeah! And what happened BECAUSE OF THAT!?!?" "War crimes!" "EX-FUCKING-SACTLY!!!" "Beatle... No need to raise your voice." Beatle sighs. "I''m sorry. Please leave this boy alone." "Ah... We both know that boy isn''t what you''d expect. Billy Wisdom, right? File says here that she... was meant to be married to a Prince in the West Coast. Is that true?" "Please..." cried Billy. "I mean, she''s of age, right? Old enough to marry?" Beatle defensively grabs the Nurse by the neck. "You... knew...?" asked Billy. "Why didn''t you tell me?" "Because I respected you boundaries," growled Beatle. "Now. Aurora. Leave." "You really think you can act like a martyr after what you did? All those years ago? Did you respect anyone''s boundaries? HER boundaries!?" "She is no longer my purpose. My purpose is to protect all life-..." "Black Sabbath should be ashamed of you. She told me. After I slit her throat." "Liar." "Am I? Can you tell while we''re both oh so far away? OR... MAYBE!!! She''s still alive! In the castle! But I''m ABOUT TO slit her throat! Or MAYBE!!! She ain''t here at all!" Beatle lets go of the Nurse. "Aw!" smiled Aurora. "See, Black Sabbath? He DOES care!" A hologram leaves the bleeding eyes of the Nurse, revealing Aurora and Sabbath together. A woman wearing black armor with a golden star badge on her chest is chained behind Aurora. Before her is a very shadowy figure, with only her sneer showing at the camera. "Selfie!" smiled Aurora. "Aurora... Please." "Choose. Billy or Black Sabbath." "Why are you doing this?" asked Beatle. "3..." "AURORA!!!" "2..." Beatle points his own blaster toward his head. Aurora stops. "You... sly, cunning, BITCH!!!" "WELL!?!? WHAT''S IT GONNA BE, RURU!?!?" mocked Beatle. Aurora smiles. "You win this round, Your Highness." Sabbath angrily shouts. "DON''T EVER DO THAT AGAIN!!!" The hologram disappears. "That the... missus?" asked Billy. The Nurse smiles, dying. "You''re free to go now." Beatle and Billy turn to each other... And, Beatle and Billy walk away together to the horizon toward the sunrise. "What''s wrong with her?" asked Billy. "What does she want?" "Eh... She''s like that in every universe. Just ask Prometheus." "Who?" "Doesn''t matter. BING CHI LING BITCHES!!!" Pride "SHAPE OF... A DRAGON SWORD!!!" Beatle St. King creates a sword with a Dragon''s Head as a blade. "Beatle..." said Billy. "What is that for?" "To kill Mutants easier." Beatle walked toward the grassy clearing and began exploring it, watching a caterpillar they nearly stepped on. Beatle and Billy nodded to each other as if they both knew what they meant to each other. Beatle grabbed a stick from the ground and brought the little critter to a shrub''s leaves, hopefully for it to survive the winter. Beatle and Billy continue walking. "Did... you cause the war?" asked Billy, with intent and shorter breaths. Finally, after what felt like an eternity of unspoken silence, Beatle gives him an answer. "No." "But... you had a hand in its beginning." Beatle sighs. "It''s... complicated. But the world had it coming." "Beatle... People died. Many people I know... died... my own family..." "Billy. The war was caused by hundreds of years of colonization. My country, the Philippines," he spoke, while they kept walking down the clearing. "We fought because we were selfish, greedy, and felt like we deserved materials and reciprocation. We didn''t get it. We got angry at each other. We fought each other. We killed each other. This war began when humanity was given birth by the Lord above. Ever since that snake gave the first two Homo Sapiens the apple. We wanted. We desired. That is why we must suppress the desire. I must suppress the desire." "Who was that lady in the hologram?" "She''s my wife. Estranged." "Why?"The tale has been stolen; if detected on Amazon, report the violation. "Complicated." Billy sees Beatle brushing his fingers over his chest. "Did... she give you that emblem you''re not wearing right now?" Beatle sighs. "Yes." "This whole thing started from a love triangle?" "More like a messy love spider web. What the fuck are you on about? That is an oversimplification." "Why!?" "Because I was also greedy. I desired. I wanted something... Two things... I chose wrong. I created her." "You chose Black Sabbath." "Black was never... on my level. The same with me. She was... um... She was normal." "And you were... not...?" "No. I was different. She was similar with everyone else. She was so similar that she was popular. Beloved by all." "What happened?" "She saw who I really was. I was desperate for her love. It scared her. She left me because I said mean things to her. Like they all did." "Why?" "Because she never understood me. I never understood her. She frustrated me." "Why does... she love you?" "I... don''t know." "I thought you knew everything. Aren''t ya the son of God?" "Yet my body is just a Human. I''m shocked with all my knowledge I haven''t killed myself yet. But I''m not the smartest man. I don''t have Solomon''s Wisdom or the strength of Samson. I''m... just a guy with powers who chose to use them for good. Because it''s right." "Do you... love her?" "Not anymore. No. She uh... hurt me... by being with my enemy." "That''s terrible." "I stopped loving her then. But, she returned to me. I don''t know why." "Maybe because you''re strong, brave, and good." "I''m not... a person..." "But you are. Maybe she hates you now because... you... hate yourself." Beatle stops walking. He sighs. "Maybe." "Then why hate yourself until now?" "Growing up. My family was... mean. The environment... The societal... expectations of what it means to be ''normal''... Turned me into something they are terrified of. Something different. So, they censor me. Even when they intended to include me. To love me. They censor that part of me." "So, you hate yourself? Why? You should love yourself! You''re unique! You... did all this for me. And, we''re kinda the same! Doesn''t that mean something?" Beatle gives a gentle smile. "Maybe it does." "I''ll destroy... ALL OF THEM!!!" smiled Billy. "Billy, no. We shouldn''t blame others for thinking differently from us," said Beatle. "That''s what Aurora would say. You shouldn''t say that." "Oh kay!" smiled Billy. "How do you be... normal?" "Don''t want that. Never want that. Okay?" asked Beatle. "Never desire. Only speak your purpose." "Which is?" "Freedom, Autonomy, and Respect, Billy. Reject normalcy. Embrace salvation." "You''re kind of a kook." "We all are, kid. Some people just never wants to admit it." "Why?" "Pride. Manifestation. Mostly pride." The Capital
"Supposedly I''m normal," said Beatle. "If I was, I wouldn''t have met you." Billy smiles. She smirks upon hearing that. "Would you like to speak about... the elephant in the room?" "Elephant? What is that? And there''s a room here?" Beatle laughs. "It''s a metaphor! Meaning, would you like to speak about the unspoken topic at hand?" "Ah. Yes. I''m a girl. My family raised me as a boy so I wouldn''t get married off to a Prince. So, I''m actually a girl. But I like boy stuff. Don''t make me feel weird about it." "Of course I won''t! I''ve swung both ways in the past!" smiled Beatle. "Really? What does that mean?" "I uh... Like both sexes." "Oh. Why?" "Because that is my nature." "To be... different!" "Yes. Oh, shit... We are here." Beatle said, slightly perturbed. The pair stood before a massive labyrinth of a city at the furthest east coast of Monopolia. Billy is enamored by the rich sources of advanced technology glimmering everywhere in the massive city. The city spanned the entire eastern coast of the continent with various sub-cultures underneath it, piling up with no respect with each Human''s autonomy. The Humans there looked very primitive, similar to our own kind. They looked nearly if not identical to the Humans of our time, though, with a strange difference. These Humans have no belly buttons. This was because these Humans were wombed in labs. Beatle and Billy enter the city, where the city''s cameras began watching over them. "I feel... watched..." said Billy. "That''s because she is watching. Zodiac Mind. She thinks she can scare us away just by looking. Because people like us fear being watched... being stared at... But that''s not gonna work. Right?" "Right!" yelled Billy. The people in the city hide in their homes while Beatle and Billy walk around. They keep on watching because they are told to do so. Beatle shows no fear as he and Billy enter a valley of death. "I''m scared," said the frightened Billy. "Don''t let fear hinder and fetter your mind. Fear itself. Fear losing because you allowed yourself to," said Beatle. "Okay..." growled Billy, proudly showing her chest and putting her fists out. Beatle and Billy keep on walking and walking. Hours became days. Days became weeks... Silence. Utter silence. Smells were rather clean like a slightly recently cleaned hospital. Cleaning fluid. Everywhere. The city was still and silent every time Beatle and Billy pass by parts of it. The city only had urban areas with perfect gemoetrical landmarks everywhere. As they moved forward, they began fearing even more, though Beatle''s was much lesser, he could feel it festering inside him like poison. "So... you''re bi," said Billy. "Yes. I''ve had... lovers..." continued Beatle. "Men and women alike." "And they hated you for it?" "Eh. I didn''t know boundaries. Apparently I harassed a man without knowing it. I was... incredibly stupid."You could be reading stolen content. Head to the original site for the genuine story. "Beatle-..." "Right... I... was just ignorant. But ignorance never excludes one from the law. Got that?" "Yes. But the law must adjust for people like us." "No. We must adjust to the law. In the name of equity, Billy. Freedom, equality, respect, and autonomy. These four things linger in the minds of each frantic Human being." "But... it''s hard." "Of course, it is. But... we''ll get there. I... promise you, Billy. We will." Billy sheds a tear. "I thought you hated promises." "I do," smiled Beatle. "We''ve been avoiding... this... other... ''elephant in the room''... to avoid fear, aren''t we?" asked Billy. "Yes," said Beatle. "We''re here, aren''t we?" asked Billy, flinching with annoyance. "Yes," said Beatle. "You lied, again." "No. I just didn''t tell you anything. So you wouldn''t panic." "I won''t. I promise." "Are you afraid... you''d be alone forever?" "Not anymore," said Beatle, smiling. Billy smiles and nods back to him. Beatle hugs himself, tightly, looking like a giant baby afraid of showing themself to others. Billy notices this. "You''re scared, too." "Mhm," said Beatle. They reach the last city... The First. At the far northeast of the nation. "This... took six months... of walking..." said Billy. "Now, we''re here! We have reached the Capital!" "Great..." said Beatle. "That..." said Beatle, pointing to what looks like the very tall Empire State Building, which was modified heavily to the point it now reaches space. "The Neo-Olympus!? We''re... actually gonna do this, Beatle, huh?" "Let us climb the elevator." "''Elevator''?" asked Billy. Beatle and Billy enter the elevator as calm and soothing music plays in the background. "Never gonna give you up!" sang Beatle, realizing the playing rhythm. "Never gonna let you down!" The pair sang. "Never run around and... desert you!!! Never gonna make you cry... Never gonna SAAAAY GOOODBYEEE!!! Never gonna tella lie... and HURT YOU!!!" The elevator dings as they both walk out of the elevator, meeting the Zodiac Mind, a giant pulsating semi-organic brain at the center of a massive penthouse in space. "Miguel Ibarra..." said the Zodiac Mind. "Who?" asked Billy. "Willamirah Wisdom," said the Zodiac Mind, catching Billy''s attention. Beatle brushes his fingers over his holster. "Detecting hostility," said the Mind. "Yeah, fucker. What''d you expect? YOU STOLE MY STAR!!!" "That Star is our only way with communicating with the Great Aurora Morningstar." "Beatle? What''s she talking about!?" "The Star! On my chest! It''s the other half that Aurora wears on hers! It makes me psychically link with her! And this FUCKER STOLE IT!!!" "It was the only way to save our Empire." "You call THIS... SALVATION!?!? This is an autocracy. People barely even have lives anymore in your so-called empire! AND THE ONES OUTSIDE ARE BARELY EVEN MANAGED!!!" "That is because the people similar to Ms. Wisdom over here... is provided to be... as they call... ''Savages''." "What!?" asked Billy. "There is no point for saving such filthy Savages. Especially counting her condition in that brain of hers. Making her an atypical creature." "Seems this giant shit brain''s republican," said Beatle. "Beatle..." said Billy, hearing whispers in her head. "She... was the one who had my family killed... to get to you, huh? This... This is a trap!" "Yeah. And I willingly fell for it to save my people." "No! You did this to get your Star!" "To save my people. And yours. That star allowed your people to be subjugated for years." "Yeah. And because you exist, my family DIED!!!" cried Billy. "THAT STAR KILLED MY FAMILY, TOO!!! BECAUSE OF YOU!!!" "Billy... I''m... sorry." Billy began punching Beatle over and over again. "WHY!?!? WHY DID YOU DO THIS TO US!!?!?" "Billy. Please. I tried to protect us all." Billy punches Beatle over and over as Beatle gently blocks his attacks. "Billy..." said Beatle as Billy grabbed his gun and pointed it at Beatle''s face. The gun''s glow becomes red rather than its regular blue light. "Billy. Don''t shoot." "Afraid to die NOW!??!" cried Billy. "Billy. If you shoot you''d be able to kill me. That gun is now empowered by your anger." "So YOU ARE!!!" "I don''t fear death. I fear of what you''ll do when you kill me." "I thought you didn''t care!" "Billy..." Billy shoots at Beatle''s kneecaps. He doesn''t budge or flinch, rather, allows him to shoot. "Billy..." said Beatle, bleeding blue blood. Billy keeps on shooting and shooting as Beatle regenerates. "Billy..." "I thought you were-...! RAUGH!!!" Billy kept on shooting as Beatle just laid there, allowing him to shoot. "Why won''t you fight back!?!?" "Because I care, Billy. I only wanted to make up for it. I only wanted to make up for all this... death..." "I miss... my Mommy... My Daddy... my brother..." Billy drops Beatle''s blaster. Billy sobs and hugs her own knees, tiptoeing herself. "Billy..." Beatle regenerates. "I''m sorry... I... I tried to kill you. What... WHAT''S WRONG WITH ME!?!?" she sobbed, slapping her head over and over again, causing her nose to bleed. "Billy. Calm down... Hey..." Billy sobs and slaps herself over and over again as Beatle goes on to grab her wrists and hug her. Billy cries... "What is wrong with me?" "Absolutely nothing..." said Beatle. "Plan A has failed," said the Zodiac Mind. "Commencing Plan B." Suddenly, various Zodiacs appear from every corner of the room, wearing animal skin on their heads... Beatle and Billy prepare their battle poses.
Starry Night Beatle sneers as he puts on his light gray mask with circular goggles with cartoonish glowing silver eyes within those goggles. He wielded his eskrima sticks and let his trench coat act like a cape behind him. Billy shoots at them with Beatle''s Cross Bow, killing each of the Zodiacs. Desensitized and irate, Billy slaughtered each of the Zodiacs with each of his blasts. Beatle used his eskrima sticks to bash their skulls in, tearing them limb from limb by striking their joints with nigh-perfect precision. "You are... unintelligent. You are nothing... You pathetic whelps... Bittersweet nothings... God''s mistake... Something is wrong with you..." spoke the AI. "Silence," said Beatle, stabbing a Superhuman in the face and tearing his spine out. "I think you''re forgetting who I am." "I don''t even know who thou be." "God. Therefore I am," Beatle tears their spines out as he grabs another''s face and tears it out as well. "You think you''re normal? You think you''ll ever be normal? You think society will ever care about your problems? Your hardships?" "They will never. And they don''t have to. My purpose is to serve them. Not the other way," Beatle snaps their necks, beats them to death, and jabs their throats in. "Aurora showed me a different path. Sometimes, to make the world make sense for you, you''d have to force it to." "That''s because she''s an idiot," said Beatle, as he tosses a Superhuman midair that Billy shoots at and blasts to pieces. "All Hail... Morningstar..." said the Zodiac Mind. "You''re not a god... Neither are you a man... You''re an overglorified washing machine for humanity''s fuckery with nature." "Beatle... You will never be understood." "I don''t have to be understood by everyone. As long as one does..." He turns to Billy, who shoots at the Superhumans and killing them with ease. "...I''m covered. I... MATTER!!!" Beatle decapitates a larger Superhuman by striking the stick into their neck. "I... DESERVE!!!" Beatle snaps one''s leg backward and stabs him in the head with his stick. "I... AM LOVED!!!" Beatle beats another Superhuman over and over. "You made this world. You started this war," said the Zodiac Mind. "Quantifiably, you must be killed." "Yes. And I''ll save this world. I''ll end this war. Quantifiably, I must survive." "Error. Illogical," said Zodiac Mind. "Irrational. Foolish. Atypical." "And there it is. Not even a machine understands me. That just proves how flawed society''s standards are, since you were made by those standards." "Then choose hatred. Choose destruction. Be the bad guy. Destroy... them..." "That isn''t right," said Beatle. "Error. Illogical." "You divorced yourself with humanity, Zodiac Mind." "I never was Human." "And that is why you''re not good for Humanity. So... You MUST... DIE!!!" "ABSORPSHUN!!!" Beatle climbs the giant brain and begins absorbing the star from the Zodiac Mind. "No... Please... This... star is my purpose. Without it, I will die..." "That''s the difference between you and I. I am more than my purpose. I''m me." Beatle warps the star on his chest, finally dawning his emblem. "I''ll do anything." "Then, die..." Beatle keeps on absorbing and absorbing until the brain explodes.If you stumble upon this narrative on Amazon, it''s taken without the author''s consent. Report it. Beatle jumps off and grabs Billy as the empire state building topples over. Beatle hugs Billy. "Beatle... How are we gonna survive this!?" "We won''t survive. We''ll live." Beatle flies up and begins swimming through the air. Billy hugs Beetle, tightly. "Beatle! YOU CAN FLY!?!? YOU''RE... DEFYING GRAVITY!!! LIKE IN THAT FAIRY TALE YOU TOLD ME!!! WICKED!!!" "I though I flew chapters ago." "I thought that was just a phase or power up or some shit!" "Don''t worry! You''re sa-!!!" Beatle is shot by a stray bullet and keeps Billy safe by allowing his body to land on the ground rather than hers. Billy''s eyes widen, seeing Beatle on the ground, bleeding. "Beatle!" yelled Billy, as a disgusting semi-organic robonoid creature lands before them both. "Humanity truly is irrational. I tried... My creator made me try... But Humanity is... Hopeless..." growled the Cyborg. "Yeah... I knew your creator," said Beatle. "I know." "I believe I shot him in the face," said Beatle. "I know..." She grabs Beatle and beats him to the ground. "My purpose is to keep America safe. Keep it stable. Keep it alive after YOU... RUINED THE WORLD!!! YOU TOOK THAT AWAY FROM ME!!! GIMME THAT STAR!!! I''LL TEAR IT OUTTA YOUR PATHETIC LIMP DYING SHRIVELED-UP BODY!!!" "I thought you couldn''t feel emotions. Thought they were irrational," said Beatle, preparing to fight her standing up and posing a deadly stance. The robot slowly turns to Billy. "No... No, no, no," said Beatle. The robot prepares to blast Billy away with her bloody palm. "NO!!!" Beatle shields Billy and is shot over and over. He hugs her and is shot from behind, causing him to vomit so much blue blood. "Don''t do this... If you die for me... I WON''T FORGIVE YOU!!!" sobbed Billy. "I know... I''m not dying because I hate myself, this time... I''m dying for only one reason..." "You need to live." "No... I have all I need... right here..." Beatle said, remembering their karaoke nights together, meeting her at the bar, them singing in the forest, and their conversations as introspective as they were. He remembered Billy hugging him, crying, and believing in him. All her comments. All her pieces of faith toward his own heart... "Beatle... Please!" sobbed Billy. "Billy..." said Beatle. "Let me die for someone else for once..." Beatle falls to his knees and drops to the ground, limp. "I am a god... For I killed God!" Billy sees the star on his chest, seeing that instead of the metallic badges the others carried with them, his was like Aurora''s... Made of a strange woven cotton yarn. "It''s personal... Like he is... to me..." The Zodiac Mind snickers. "I have no fucking idea what you''re on about." Billy grabs some of his blood and drinks it herself. "What... are you doing?" asked Zodiac Mind. "You''ve resorted to cannibalism? Truly an idiot." "Nah... Just taking in some Angel''s Blood." "No...!" Billy smiled as she grew slightly larger, around the height of a 5-footer compared to her 4-footer height from earlier. "All Hail... MORNINGSTAR!!!" Zodiac Mind roared, shooting at Billy. "BILLY BRAIN BASH!!!" roared Billy, as a layer of psychic energy melted the organic part of the Zodiac Mind''s brain. "What... did you DO TO ME!?!?" roared the Zodiac Mind. "NO!!!" "Awaken, Beatz..." said Billy. "Please..." "The only thing that can save him... is Faith..." spoke another deep voice in Billy''s head. "''Faith?''" "Believe in him... Never doubt. You... are his only Disciple here... Believe..." Billy laughs and cries at the same time. "Of course, I do!" "All hail, Morningsta-a-a-ar..." said the Zodiac Mind. "All hail Beatle St. King," said Billy. Beatle''s eyes open as he gasps for air. "God-Mode Level 1." "God-Mode Level what?" asked the Cyborg. Beatle growls, gaining red hair as a shockwave of red energy leaves his body. Red energy glittered all over his body. Red fog left the pores in his skin. He gains red eyes and red vines sprouts around his body. The Zodiac Mind charges and beats Beatle down over and over, as Beatle doesn''t even budge. "Had enough?" asked Beatle, as he knocks him back to the ground. "YOU... DESTROYED THIS WORLD...!!! YOUR LITTLE LOVE TRIANGLE... YOUR BETRAYAL OF AURORA!!!" "Error. Irrational," smirked Beatle. "I AM... NEVER IRRATIONAL!!!" "Error. Everything makes errors," sneered Beatle. "You were made by Man. Thus... you are just another machine... Plus, you have a margin of error of 0.05. Kinda sad, TBH." "RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAUGH!!! I... AM THE ZODIAC MIND!!!" The Zodiac Mind charges and blasts at Beatle as Beatle grabs her head and tears out everything, including her spine and innards. "I..." Beatle St. King drops her head and innards. "...am the one and only St. King." "BEATLE!!!" giggled Billy, running to him and hugging him. "Thank you, Billy. You have served me well..." "Now, what?" asked Billy. "We... go home..." Beatle opens a portal for the first time in years... Beatle and Billy pray before the graves of Billy''s family. They refurnished the old family barn into their little home, filled with a garden and a farm. Beatle happily gardens every day, writes, creates Vlog videos he posts online, and dances for BlikBlok, while Billy happily studies the Bible, Greek and Eastern Philosophy, and other religions of the world. While Beatle gardened a beautiful apple seed, a butterfly flies by, making Beatle smile. "So, you survived..." And finally... A portal opens at the distant valley, revealing Black Sabbath, and three other warriors... "I hope I''m not too late," said Black Sabbath. "Panthera. Led Zeppelin. Green Day. C''MON!!! FOR... ST. KING!!!" "HAIL!!! HAIL!!! HAIL!!!" roared the others. "HAIL!!! HAIL!!!" yelled Sabbath. Finally, a little girl around Billy''s age follows after Sabbath. The little girl grabs Sabbath''s hand. "Let''s go find your idiot father," sighed Black Sabbath. Meanwhile, Beatle and Billy laugh by the campfire, while looking up to the starry night. Gospel Truth One
900 years ago... on the year of 2002 AD, HE was born... His name... was Miguel Ibarra. A regular Human. But with an atypical mind! He saw the world differently! Very differently! Definitely differently! His mind can''t even handle the overstimulations of it all! So, he was labeled as... DUMB!!! DIFFERENT!!! Strange... Bizarre... This made him question... Will he be alone forever? His parents were rather... mean... But not that their intentions were mean! Miguel was loved very much! But, Daddy married Mommy to early, so Daddy, poor, poor Daddy, didn''t have any money! Thus, Miguel was sad. Alone. PATHETIC!!! Why? Because HE WAS POOR!!! So, he was dumped to his loving Aunt''s home. Who was a BRAIN doctor! She noticed something... rather strange about Miguel''s behavior! Something strange... Like... something plagued his mind... He saw the world... differently. Acted different. But, I digress. His parents saw this side of him. Got scared. And tried to... correct him. They tried every way to make sure he was AS NORMAL as possible. His father eventually became a politician. Hooray! Money problem solved! Kidding! He still barely got paid by the government! It''s the Philippines, after all! And, he was a very ethical politician. Everything NEEDS TO BE PERFECT, capiche? Beatle? Oh, Beatle. He wasn''t... normal. He will never BE normal. Why? We don''t know! Mommy and Daddy had another kid! Hopefully, he won''t be as much as a problem than Miguel! Oops! He has a condition! Mommy and Daddy weren''t happy that he had a condition, so they gave him all the love and support they can. The Aunt, who was a BRAIN DOCTOR, asked, "What about the elder brother?" They were like, "Eh! He''s smart in the early years! He''d be fine!"If you find this story on Amazon, be aware that it has been stolen. Please report the infringement. He grew older. Reaching High School, he lost... that side of himself. He lost... his image of intelligence. He was no longer... normal. He grew depressed. He punched a classmate out of fear and anger for making fun of his insecurities. His name was Tyrone. He was his best friend. Oh, dear. Miguel was alone. Truly alone. They found out about his condition, but it was too late. His mother spent the rest of her life trying to make up for it. Daddy, though? No. He had to make his son prove himself for the world! For himself! His SON... Not the Dad, of course! But... Wouldn''t hurt to get some of that juicy detailed credit, after all! Miguel grew older. He reached college. He found friends? Yes. He found one. He met... Anne Anastasia. But, she fell in love with his ex-best friend, now bully, Tyrone Tierrez. Why? Anne... was very afraid of how people saw her... With HIM of all people? He''s... strange... creepy... deranged, even... He''s needy... He NEEDS and DESIRES too much. He dares ruin her image!?!? No! No! She MUST end up with Tyrone! Perfect Tyrone! Perfect KING TYRONE!!! Miguel realized something... He will... forever be alone. Miguel left his course... and set on a new path... He left his father... He left his mother... He left... his own Aunt... The only woman who truly supported him his whole life... This Miguel had no grandparents to live with. They all died in the war. No... This Miguel... Miguel Ibarra... walked to the valley of death... and feared no evil. But one thing was for certain. His Aunt reminded him... there is good... in everyone... But then... Someone happened to be voted... President by the Filipinos! His name, was Dingdong! Dingdong Narciso! The handsomest, most beloved man on Earth! Look at the jawline! I know this is a book and all you''re seeing is words on a screen and/or paper if this gets published, BUT IMAGINE THAT JAWLINE!!! Wooo! That''s right, baby! He is NUMBUH 1, BRO!!! And so... Miguel... nicknamed Beatle... would meet someone beautiful. Aurora Fernandez. Physically beautiful, attractive, but average-looking in the eyes of others. To Miguel, or... Beatle... She was the most beautiful human being he laid his eyes upon. And like him! She was different! Atypical! And he loved ALL of her for it! And... so begins their story...
The Crusaders of Christ What looks like a younger Beatle sobs and cries as blood left from his nose and ears. He looks beaten and battered, and shivers on the cold cruel floor. "OH MY GOD!!! NO!!! I DIDN''T MEAN IT!!! NO!!!" sobbed his father, who began beating himself more and more. The young Beatle, dazed and confused, just laid in the cold tiles, watching his father, muscular and massive as ever, wail on himself and beat himself up for what he did... About 900 years... later... Beatle and Billy sit by the campfire. "And AAAANYWAY!!! That''s how my predecessor killed that random shrub!" "Wow! That was silly, Beatle! Never knew he had bad days as well!" "Yeah. We all do, kid. We all do." Beatle and Billy turn east at the same time. "You feel that?" asked Billy. "I TASTED that..." Beatle stands up, annoyed and angry, but, feeling Human at the same time. "Um...? Yo." "How many times do I have to tell you? The firewood should be placed vertically. Not horizontally," said Black Sabbath. "Wow! Is she my Mom!?" smiled Billy. "Goddamn it, Billy. No. Um... Hi." "Hello," she crossed her arms. "You''d like... dinner? I made... Roast Chicken Dinos..." "No, thanks." "Alright. Why are you here? I thought I gave you the throne." "It seems that you forgot your duties." "My duty is over. This continent is safe. I may now rest in peace." "No... The war''s still on, Miguel." "''Miguel?'' PBBBT!!! That IS your name!?" laughed Billy. "Yeah!? WELL WHAT KINDA NAME IS WILLAMIRAH!?!?" roared Beatle. "Sorry. No shouting. Right. Wait, what do you mean, ''The war''s still on?'' It ended when I kamikaze''d myself into this Continent. Boom. Aurora is-... Wait a minute..." "You weren''t paying attention. AGAIN." "No! No, I was!" "Mhm. Then explain to me why you saw a hologram of me nearly GETTING KILLED by Aurora, AND DIDN''T DO ANYTHING ABOUT IT!?!?" Beatle''s eyes blink twice. "It''s Aurora. Zodiac Mind! Thought she was playing tricks or-... Uh..." "Bullshit. Your probability sense can tell. Why haven''t you come home!?" "Because I know you can handle it." "I CAN!!!" "Then, why are you... here!?" "Because I need your help." "Ah! Thought you could handle the war...?" "I can. I just... I need some more time, OKAY!?!?" "Time with what?" "I WANTED TO SEE YOU!!!" roared Sabbath. "I wanted... to see you." Beatle''s eyes looked saddened. "Why would you want to see me...? You never did." "Beatle. You''ve yelled at me countless of times. You''ve hurt me just because I didn''t love you back!" "True. Buuuut... I was the one who decided we shouldn''t be together!" "Yes. I know. But after that night... which was wonderful... ahem... by the way-..."If you come across this story on Amazon, it''s taken without permission from the author. Report it. "Wh-Wh-What night?" asked Beatle. "THAT... Night..." "Right, right. That night. Do explain in details about that night." "Beatle. There''s a child here." "Right. Billy. Go to the barn." "No," smiled Billy. "Eh! Kid''s traumatized enough anyway! Do go on!" "Stop that! Stop being... WEIRD around people! I HATE when you do that!" growled Black Sabbath. "Nah. She''s weird, too. She''s cool," said Beatle. "Are you sure?" "Yes! Do go on!" "Remember that night I asked you to wear a condom-..." "Okay! Okay! That''s enough! Right, right. Um... Yeah. That never happened. We never had sex. And there are children here, no less!" "Beatle... Did you... lose your memory here!?" asked Black Sabbath. "No." Beatle avoided eye contact. Black Sabbath leans closer, causing Beatle to blush and turn away. "Leave, witch!" roared Beatle. "Oh my God..." said Black Sabbath. "You don''t remember... A LOT... Do you?" "I remember you broke my heart. Over, and over again-..." "IN THE FIRST TWENTY YEARS, MIGUEL!!!" "Don''t use my slave name..." sighed Beatle. "Dude... I changed my name for you. This naming convention thing was your idea. Don''t pull that crap on me." "Stop treating me like a child." "Stop acting like it." Billy''s eyes widen, terrified. "I... think I''m sensing tension." "Who''s the kid," sighed Black Sabbath. "You cheated on me again?" Beatle sighs. "I''m allowed to do so. We''re not together." "WE''RE MARRIED!!!" "Yeah. ESTRANGEDLY. And no, I adopted her. Because her family died... because... War... And shit..." "Hi!" smiled Billy. "You''re his WIFE!?!? You HAVE A WIFE!?!? That you never... ahem... Do the deed with?" "We married for the sake of the nation. We married because she''s from a very powerful family but that''s it. I never actually loved her." "Dude. You literally cried over me in Prom when I had sex with Tyrone." "DEATH LEOPARD!!!" "Okay... ''Death Leopard.'' You have NO BOUNDARIES whatsoever! You keep calling me and you think I''m the only source of your purpose! You made me YOUR PURPOSE!!!" "You''re not my purpose anymore. And... that pisses you off, doesn''t it? You just LOATHE me when I think about protecting my world. About her." "Don''t... go there," said Black Sabbath, angrily. "Black Sabbath-..." "My name, is Anne Anastasia." "Okay. Black Sabbath." "Ugh..." "Do realize this. I don''t love you anymore." "Yeah. Me neither." "So, why... are... YOU HERE!?!?" "Mommy? Who''s this man?" asked the little girl next to her, who she picks up and hugs. "Who''s this? Death Leopard''s little brat?" asked Beatle, annoyed. "She''s yours," said Black Sabbath. Beatle scoffs. "Like I said. We never had-..." "No. We did. You probably just lost your memory of it. The night before your fight with... her... We had sex for the first time in... ever." "Wait. Death Leopard does it with you all the time. Why just now did you get pregnant?" "Turns out Death Leopard''s sterile. Makes sense after that incident." "HAHAHAHA!!! Incident..." "That''s not funny." "It IS FOR ME!!!" "Beatle, please. Death Leopard just found out she exists and has taken a merc target on your head. And with our little one." "Like I said. She''s not mine." The little girl smiles as she flaps her hands, bobs her head forward and backward, and waddles funnily. "Wojibujiwojimu!" "That could mean anything!" yelled Beatle. "Beatle. She''s yours," said Black. "No. She''s Death Leopard''s!" "She has your eyes." "All OUR EYES are silver, Black! She''s... She''s not mine! Clearly!" "Shaddup Billy!" she laughed while both she and Billy flap their hands. "Coincidence!" yelled Beatle. "Hey. Kid. What''s your favorite drink?" "Milk!" smiled the kid. "All children like milk!" yelled Beatle, as Black Sabbath can be seen mockingly laughing at him. "What''s your favorite movie?" "Transformers! Rise of the Beasts!" "Whoa... Nice taste, kid!" smiled Beatle, as Black Sabbath gives a sigh of relief. "So, uh... Anyway... What''s your uh... opinion on Transformers One." "Awesome!" smiled the kid. "Same, dude. Star Wars 7, 8, 9?" "Terrible!" smiled the kid. Billy smiles. "Is she really his?" "Yes. Thank God. He really is good with kids, after all," sighed Black Sabbath. "Why''d you two break up?" "Eh. He''s... toxic. But, now I realize he was just being... himself. He got too attached to me. He didn''t like how I didn''t love him back. I didn''t like how he hated himself... over and over again... And would do everything for others but nothing for himself... I hated his lack of self-esteem. I also... didn''t like... how... he made me look if I was with him." "You said it! Why''d you love him now?" "Eh! Realized I did love ''im. Just afraid of what the world might think of me when I do." "And... you still aren''t with him?" "Nope! But... we have our moments..." "Why''d you do it with him?" "Learned I love him." "900 years later?" "Yep." "9... HUNDRED... Years later...?" "You make it sound like a bad thing." "More like... depressing, kinda. Did he wear you down?" "Nah. Just... unlike the other women he loved and did the EXACT... SAME THINGS WITH!!!" she yelled at him, practically. "I found goodness in his heart. I fell for that goodness. I fell for all of him. I was just... afraid what others might think." Beatle smiles as he and the little girl waddle like silly geese. "You should never be afraid of what others might think!" smiled Billy. Black Sabbath shakes her hand. "Black Sabbath." Billy blushes and smiles. "Willamirah "Billy" Wisdom!" Black Sabbath giggles. "Hello, Billy." Throughout their friendship, the girl just avoids eye contact with Beatle. "Are... you really my Dad?" asked the little girl. "Because... you talk like him... My OTHER Dad..." "Ah, yes. That guy. Well, no. Likely, you''re his," said Beatle. The little girl''s eyes go teary. "You''re much funner, though. I want you to be my Dad. He says things like, ''you Bastard'' or ''what''s wrong with you?'' Hahahahahaha! Sorry... I laugh so I don''t get too sad." Beatle realizes something, something they both share. He goes out of his way and hugs her. "Absolutely nothing." The little girl smiles. "So, you''ll be my Dad now?" Beatle sighs, takes a deep breath, and speaks. "Forever and ever." "Yay!" smiled the girl. "I''m Gabrielle, by the way!" "Huh... I always wanted to name my-... Ahem... I''m M-... Beatle." "Hello, Beatle!" "Hello, kid..." Beatle looks down to her, and sees that she''s finally giving him one thing that evoles trust: Eye contact. Beatle and Aurora
Beatle smiles happily, sleeping in bed while hugging a star plushie. "Wakey, wakey!" smiled an adorable British voice. She flaps her hands adorably, giggles, and hugs Beatle. "Hellu my beautiful boyfriend!" "Uh... Hey, Ruru," said Beatle, standing up. "Hahaha! Ahhh... You look wonderful today." "So do you!" Aurora and Beatle share a passionate kiss together. "Oh! Got ya somethin''!" Beatle is given an actual robotic Optimus Prime she made herself. "HOLY SHIT!!! YES!!! OH MY GOD, I LOVE YOU!!!" Beatle kisses her more and slow dances with her, laughing as he gently brushes his forehead on hers. "Thank you, Aurora!" Aurora smiles and giggles. "Thank you, Beatle!" Beatle and Aurora smile while they watch Netflix together while underneath a blanket. "Bah... These gammy ol'' Netflix shows! They never show anything good anymore in the early 2030s!" sighed Aurora. "Psh! Yeah... Sucks, dude. Dude... Like, LITERALLY AFTER THE 2029?!!? Pbbt..." "Hahaha!" laughed Aurora. "Gah... Back in our day? Transformers? Beginning with Bumblebee???" "Remember Transformers One?" smiled Beatle. "Hahahahah!" laughed Aurora, kissing his head. "Oh! Got to head to work!" she smiled. "Love you!" "I... love you, too," smiled Beatle. The house''s door is shut while Beatle contemplates. He sighs and goes on to work... ...in his studio. Yep. He''s a writer. A novelist. While Aurora, a wealthy businesswoman with high intelligence works out in the day, Beatle humbly writes and helps out with cash within the home. He gets paid daily a rather decent amount to help Aurora with some funds. Beatle smiles, as he happily writes a new book against Dingdong. "Hey! Forgot my keys!" laughed Aurora, only to kiss him on the head and turn to what he''s writing. "You''re writin'' about Dingdong? Our Prez? Seriously? You sure, bout that, hon?" "Yeah... He uh... deserves some criticism, don''t you think?" "Yeah. Huge fan of ''im, though."Unauthorized content usage: if you discover this narrative on Amazon, report the violation. "I know! Sensitive subject for you, but... Y''know me! Always... seeing the world differently." She blushes. She kisses him longly on the cheek. "So do I! Bye!" Beatle smiles as he happily types into his computer. "God, I''m happy!" Ding dong! The... doorbell rang...? Beatle opens the door. "Hey, Aurora? What''s wrong? You got your keys al-?" Beatle meets Anne. "Oh... Anne..." said Beatle. Anne smiles and hugs him. "Been a while, pare!" "Uh... Hello..." said Beatle. "What are you doing here?" "Asked Jed and Chris where you live! Haha!" "Concerning... Why...?" "I... need your help..." said Anne. Beatle''s eyes widen. Later... "Did you know that old show? Walang Katapusan?" asked Anne. "It''s finale is by next month-..." "What do you mean, ''Colonization Deal''?" "I mean... Dingdong is selling the Philippines to America!" whispered Anne. "In exchange for a large sum of money AND American citizenship!" "That sounds outlandish... Don''t you think?" asked Beatle. "Tyrone doesn''t think so," said Anne. "Oh! Tyrone!" smiled Beatle. "How is he?" Anne''s eye twitches in annoyance. "He''s... fine! What matters is that I need your help!" "Why? You''re a lawyer. Just lawyer your way outta this mess." "So, you do believe me?" "Yeah. I mean... Of course. You have the evidence on this file... so..." Anne smiles and hugs him. "Thank you, Beatle!" Anne kisses him on the cheek. "Thank you!" "What do I do?" asked Beatle. "Just... Run some numbers for me... Write an article! Anything to bring the word afloat!" "That was a friend kiss, right?" "Christ! Yes! Ew! Don''t be weird!" Anne smiles and walks out of the house, waving to him goodbye as she drives away. Beatle sighs and wipes the kiss off his cheek and proceeds to continue writing. "Wait! Do you EVEN PAY-!!! Nah, wait. I think this is just a favor." Beatle opens the file and sees... something horrific. "This... This is Aurora''s company... ''MorningstarCorp...'' Huh... So, Dingdong is planning to sell the Philippines to America? To make it a state, hm... Why is that a bad thing? Shit... Doesn''t say it''s gonna be a state... Why colonize the Philippines, though?" Meanwhile... "Mr. President, please! Calm down!" yelled the Secretary as President Dingdong slams his fist on the table. "No... No, no, no... NO!!! He''ll take away MY... POWER!!! He''ll take away everything!" "This prophecy... is just... poppycock! MorningstarCorp just found the archaeological site and it says a bunch of words and now you''re fearing for YOUR LIFE!?!?" "I need to maintain my power! If I get enough money I can buy that STICK!!!" "What''s so important about that stick anyway?" "That stick!? Whoever it chooses is the ACTUAL ST. KING!!! Don''t you SEE!?!? He''s the Son of God... Turns out it ain''t any of the Middle Eastern countries. It''s in the Philippines! One born from Jewish blood here in the Philippines! I HAVE JEWISH BLOOD!!! We need to be smart, Miravel." "Mr. President, please. You have to cosider the fact that this is just MYTH!!!" "There was Hebrew in a PHILIPPINE CAVE!!! WHY SHOULDN''T I FEEL THREATENED!?!? There''s some kinda piece of shit kid out there who thinks he can take away EVERYTHING I WORKED HARD FOR!!! I need that money!" "Then why sell your country to the United States?" "I''m not selling ALL OF IT!!! Just... y''know! Mindanao... Visayas... CAR maybe...?" "Sir. You''re insane. Ever since you declared Martial Law-..." "It''s fine! The people love me, Miravel! And if anyone knows, I swear to God, I will personally take them out. Got that?" "Yes, sir," nodded Miravel.
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A large muscular man with a massively muscular body, large round smoldering eyes, short curly black hair, cheekbones, and a massive pectoral area sits next to Billy along with his rather slim-looking ally with long black curly hair, squinted eyes, and a rather fit build. "Hello..." Shyly smiled the muscular man. "My name is uhm... Haha! Panthera! This is my best friend, Green Day!" "It''s a me... A Green Day..." Smiled Green Day. Billy smiles. "I''m BIlly!" "Hello, Billy! Say! Ever heard of Gacha?" Smiled Green Day. "Green Day. Stop trying to scam her with your gambling ring," said Beatle. "It''s okay, Billy. He''s cool. He''s just kinda crazy and weird Ikr." "I love you, Beatle!" Smirked Panthera. "Take me with ya, next time, why won''t you!?" "Fuck off and begone, simp." Beatle sighs while he cooks some Ilokano-style Pakbet he cooked from his garden along with Tocilog he made from scratch. "You still cook, huh?" Asked Black Sabbath. "We''ve been married for around 800 years and you still don''t know me." "Quit being bitter!" Beatle sighs and so does she. "By the way. I''m... Sorry." "Hm?" "For hurting you... By hurting me. And... By being... So God-forsaken needy back then." "What''s with this sudden turn of events?" She smiled. "And AVOIDING EYE CONTACT!!?!" She teased. "I''m trying to be civil with you. I have a feeling that kid might be mine." "Whoop dee doo. You CAN change your mind!" "Of course, I can. It''s why all this happened in the first place." Black Sabbath is a little saddened by that statement. "You''re right. I never knew you. I never gave you a chance. Because I was scared of what others might think of me if you leave. I was... So scared... Of losing that position. That standing. So much pressure. So little time..." "That was never your fault. If anything, it was my fault everyone shipped us together in the first place. Couldn''t keep my mouth shut that I liked you." "They pressured you, too. I know how you get under pressure." "I should''ve known, too. I''m sorry." Black Sabbath smiles and leans backward to the wall, looking like the baddie she is. "Just saying. You''re still kind of a dork. And a nerd." "Yeah. I know! Least I understand pop culture references compared to the trendy shit you watch!" Laughed Beatle. The pair laugh at each other''s deprecation. "Weird. Never saw Beatle smile like that before..." Said Billy. "Yep," said Green Day. "That''s called love, kid. You can buy it with something called Bitcoin." "God, they''re so hot together," moaned Panthera. "I LOVE YOU, ST. KING!!!" He screamed like a K-Pop fan. "You guys are weird," said Billy. "BUY CRYPTO!!!" Smiled Green Day. Meanwhile... Four warriors of old led by a man in what looks like a black armored muscular cat suit leave a portal and end up in the now-toppled over Empire State Building with various tribe-like people of the former clones reared in labs now animalistically trying to survive the harsh environments. Wind blew before them, and along with the wind was a massive puff of dust, "Slayers. With me. NOW!!!" He growled, as the Slayers indeed followed after. He walks calmly and confidently, twitching his head as if he was flipping his hair. He walked proudly but subtly, as if he had no shame whatsoever. "Slipknot. Machinehead. Lamb of God. WITH ME!!!" He growled once more. "ALL HAIL, DEATH LEOPARD!!!" Roared the trio as Death Leopard proudly extended his arms left and right. "Let''s go, BITCHES!!! Kill that gay FUCK!!!" "SIR, YES SIR!!!" Roared the trio as they walked forward. Back to the scene... Beatle, Billy, Gabrielle, Black Sabbath, Green Day, and Panthera silently enjoy dinner, turning to each other as they dig in to the wonderfully authentic meal Beatle made. The smell of fresh tomatoes coincided with the taste of the bagoong. Organic, healthy, clean. At all costs Beatle was keeping himself and restraining his mannerisms, however, which Sabbath notices. "Beatle? Are you not comfortable right now...?"This tale has been unlawfully obtained from Royal Road. If you discover it on Amazon, kindly report it. "No. I am. Trust me." "You don''t have to ask permission from me to do things." "Thank you," Beatle said, bopping his torso back and forth rather slowly to think. "You do that, too!?" Smiled Billy. "Wicked..." Said Gabrielle. "Yeah... I''m... Not very... Comfortable doing this... All the time..." Beatle sighs as he stops. "Okay. I thought now. I''m good." "You sure...?" Sabbath puts her hand over his. "Very," said Beatle, looking excited and happy for the first time in years. Beatle''s eyes widen. "What''s wrong? You have that look again," said Sabbath. "Intruder..." Beatle takes out his new Cross Bow and his eskrima stick. "New weapon?" Smiled Sabbath. "Gave the Cross Bow to Billy. I call this one the Cain Marker." "Sounds like a pentelpen brand," said Green Day. "I think it is ABSOLUTELY AWESOME, Beatle!" Smiled Panthera. "Amazing naming convention!" "I think it''s stupid," said Green Day. "Thank you, Panthera! Fuck you, kindly, Green Day!" Smiled Beatle. Beatle walks outside. "I got this." Beatle prepares his blaster and offers to kill. "You..." Death Leopard stares at Beatle. Billy, realizing what''s happening, tries to help, but Black Sabbath pulls her back. "Kids. Stay with me," said Sabbath. "Why the hell are you here? Kid''s mine. Now scram," said Beatle. Death Leopard proudly paces around Beatle. "I know. And I won''t." "I think you''re forgetting who I am." "I don''t fear you." "That''s because no one taught you. I, however, have a master''s degree on inflicting such!" Death Leopard smirks and does the "come at me" signal. Beatle shoots at Death Leopard who easily charges and dodges as he throws ninja stars at Beatle, stabbing him all over. Beatle, however, slowly regenerates from the injuries as he takes each out simply by pushing them out of his wounds with shear force. Beatle charges, shooting, as he puts his blaster back in his holster and switches to taking out his sticks, battling him with eskrima. Death Leopard, however, blasts him with a concoction from his palms. "Breathe it in..." "What... Is... This..?" Beatle chokes on the dust and begins losing his strength. "Blood. Just blood." Beatle keeps coughing. "Of WHAT!?!?" "Are you seriously THAT stupid!? You allow your ''struggles'' to be your weakness. You don''t think. You ACT. That... Is completely and utterly stupid." "Shut up..." "I''ve always been better than you." Death Leopard beats him. "ALWAYS!!! You have no idea how much resources I had to use to get the blood of a Morningstar." "One... Of them... offered!? Were you... Sent by...?" Beatle weakly tries to speak only for Death Leopard to brutally beat his face. "Aurora wants you alive. But... I was the one who took the job... SO... It was my only excuse to find you... And kill you for fucking Anne." "Legally... She''s my wife." "But who does she love, Beatle? C''MON!!! Open your eyes, man! She only cares about you because you''re a predator! You wallow in your own pain so that some poor creature would come to you thinking ''Wow! I should pity this guy, or love this guy, OR MARRY HIM!!!''" Beatle silently cries as Death Leopard beats him, only for Green Day''s stretch-stretch hands to grab his fists and pull him away. Green Day pulls his arms back as the Crusaders, except Sabbath, who took care of the children, face the Slayers. "Slayers... SLAY!!!" Slipknot beats down Panthera, as the two Giants beat each other down with incredible strength that shockwaves occur around each of the impacts of their fists. Green Day battles against Machinehead who violently creates sound waves that blasts him away with relative ease. His rubber body was heavily doused with so much vibrations that he was torn to pieces. Panthera coughs out blood. "WHO THE HELL ARE THESE GUYS!?!?" "I don''t know..." Said Green Day. "But I argue that this fight''s bogus! They''re stronger than us! Fuckers! THIS IS A SCAM!! BIGGER THAN ANY SCAM I''VE EVER MADE!" "Aw! What''s wrong, little kitty? Dying so SOON!?!?" Sneered Slipknot. Panthera growls. "Wait... Aren''t you Chris? That loser back in HIgh School who used to follow Beatle around?" "He... Was my only friend... Since first Grade..." Said Panthera. "Wait. You''re Brad! That jerk who made fun of us!" "Gimme a break! DIdn''t know about your condition!" Yelled Slipknot. "Well... Lemme hamfist it INTO THAT HEAD OF YOURS!!!" Panthera charges. "If he''s Chris... Oh my God... JED!?!?" Laughed Machinehead. "Rusty!?" Asked Green Day. "Wow. Aurora REALLY thought this through, didn''t she? Giving our personal demons a chance TO HUNT US DOWN!!!" "Sarah is happier with me, by the way," smiled Rusty. "She loves a man who can actually handle his life savings." "Yeah. I don''t care," said Green Day, blasting his fists at Rusty over and over as a sound wall blocks his attacks. Death Leopard growls beating down Beatle over and over. Beatle refused to fight back. "She''s not obligated to make you happy! She''s NOTHING to you!" "Death Leopard. You can have her, okay? But the child is innocent. I don''t know if he''s yours or mine. What matters is she''s just a child." "Nuh-uh. I''m killing that kid," Death Leopard prepares to blast Beatle''s head open with a repulsor on his palm. "As you murdered mine." "You never had kids." "Exactly, dumbass." Beatle closes his eyes. Black Sabbath watches, disappointed and facepalms. Beatle growls and grabs his wrist, finally fighting back. "Beatle! My my! Never thought I''d see the day you''d grow some BALLS!!!" Smirked Death Leopard. Black Sabbath''s eyes widen, slightly impressed. "Death Leopard. I don''t wanna fight you." "Why not? You''ve been petty, jealous of what I can be ALL YOUR LIFE!!! I was you best friend in Elementary, right?! But NO!!! You wanted to be ''normal!'' You''d be nothing WITHOUT MY TEACHINGS!!!" Death Leopard strikes him with a flurry of techniques and attacks, breaking Beatle''s windpipe in the process witha strike into his throat. "I did..." Cried Beatle. "I wanted it so badly... I wanted it... I thought if I wanted it hard enough... I''d be like you. But every time I tried... I failed... Because something''s wrong with me." "THAT''S... RIGHT!!!" Death Leopard beats him down. "But I''m not angry with you for that. I''m angry because you had sex with the one I love. Your marriage is voidable. You said I can have her. You SAID... THAT WAS THE DEAL!!!" "No. You''re angry because you lost dominion over me. That I stood up for myself for once. You got angry that I fought for me for once. That''s something you''re not used to. There''s a bigger fish in the pond. You think you''re Batman. Nope. You''re George Clooney''s version." Death Leopard beats him again. And again. And again. "I''m God." "I don''t believe in you, Idol. Away from me." "Why won''t you fight back?" "You''re not worth my time." Death Leopard becomes calm and calculated. "Fine..." Death Leopard sighs and sits next to the dying Beatle. "Listen, lil bro." "You lost me when you called me your brother." "Ugh... I have a proposition. I won''t kill the bastard, alright? WE won''t even TAKE the Crusaders! Your new kid! Just... Come with us to Romanov. He''s.. handling us right at the moment." Beatle stays silent. "C''mon, Beatle! You KNOW you''d love doing that for us!" "I thought you were my friend," sighed Beatle. "Stop that. Stop... PRETENDING to care! Everyone knows you''re just desperate for attention!" Beatle stays quiet, kneeling down in Death Leopard''s chains. "C''mon, buddy!" "WE... Are NOT... Buddies." "C''mon, then, stranger." Beatle is pulled away as the Crusaders, defeated, watched their leader in chains as they walk away toward the horizon... BIlly''s eyes widen. "We... LOST!?!?"
Gunpoint "Fuck..." said a Filipino man, falling to his knees as he put his gun near his head, only to see Beatle sitting next to him. "Why?" "Well, well... If it isn''t the St. King? What the fuck do you want?" "I was fishing. Noticed a fine man such as yourself trying to blow his brains out. Came by. What''s up?" "Oh, please. Everyone knows and fears you, y''know? Everyone, even Aurora is fucking terrified of an ANIMAL like you." Beatle sighs. "Faction?" "I''m... I''m from the Mountains." "Cordilleran, hm? Fun fact. I used to be uh... Cordilleran. Haha..." "Oh, fuck off and your priveleged self. You''re from Burnham City, right? Fucker... You''re one of those rich folks there... I was from the terraces..."This tale has been pilfered from Royal Road. If found on Amazon, kindly file a report. "Ah... Yes... You''re probably one of the people who uh... had a not-so privileged lifestyle, right? And you hate me because everything''s served to me in a silver pllatter, right?" "I starved... for years... Why are you the Messiah. When I got access to YouTube... so many FUCKING years later... I found a YouTuber talking about... um... woke comedian hecklers, who heckled for their racist jokes... *cough, cough...* He spoke for us... Stood up for us... But then I realized... ''Hey... This MF isn''t doing shit... except defending the same people who fucked us over... Day by day...'' The ''Woke'' heckler was just one of us. She was an idiot. Because she was one of us... She... She was my sister..." He began crying. "I can tell she ain''t with you anymore, hm?" "She''s dead. I ate her." "I''m sorry. Do what you gotta do." "That''s it? You won''t save me or anything?" Beatle breathes in. "Born?" "870 years ago." "I''m 30 years older than you. You had the privilege of suffering the Philippines'' fallout." "Yeah. Fuck you for that. I was told it was your *cough!* fault." "Oh, it is. But, I can''t guarantee you''d go to Heaven if you die like this." "Really? Says fucking who?" he whimpered. "The Bible. Purgatory? Limbo? Maybe. But Heaven? Nuh-uh. In exchange for suffering, you just get more suffering." "Fuck off. I don''t want to believe anymore." "If you wanna die. Die trying," said Beatle. "That at least gives Him the capability of respecting you... even for just a little bit..." said Beatle, standing up and walking away. The man cries and puts the gun down, standing up, and walking away. Beatle Meets a Cowboy Beatle sighs as he drinks a bottle of milk. "TAHOOO!!! TAHOOO!!!" A Taho Vendor sits next to Beatle. "Shit! ANG INIT!!! Ah... Hello, po, sir! You want Taho?" the man asked kindly. Beatle just smiles and nods. "Never knew you Taho Vendors were still around... after..." Beatle looks around to see the desolate snowy wasteland. "...all this..." "It''s okay, sir! Just try it for yourself, po!" "Thank you, my good sir," smiled Beatle, as he is served Taho and Beatle pays him a couple of shells. The Taho Vendor smiles and walks away, continuing his journay as he carried his heavy buckets filled with silken tofu and sweet caramel. Beatle immediately senses a disturbace and stands up, only for suddenly, a gunshot could be heard and the man''s brains splatter everywhere. An American man in a cowboy getup meets Beatle. Beatle stares at him, pointing his blaster at him. "He was just a vendor." "He''s a fuckin'' animal. AND YOU KNOW IT!!!" The American man breathed heavily. "You some kinda Cosplayer? HM!?!?! Woke ass motherfucker." "''Woke.'' You Americans keep saying it like the word ''Terrorist'' that at this point, it''s lost all meaning." "WHERE IS THE SPLOOGE FACTORY!?!?" asked the American man. "You''re an idiot if you''re came all the way here to find it," said Beatle. Beatle continues pointing the gun at him. "You..." he sees the star on his chest. "You should be on OUR side!" "A little more complicado than that, padre," said Beatle. "You''re a Human. I won''t kill you. I won''t allow myself to kill you." "Why do you wanna kill me? I just wanna destroy the Splooge factory. Save the world." "I''ve been trying to do so for so long... What makes you think you''ve got the touch, and you''ve got the power?" "The fact that I got all the way out here means something." "Yeah. It means you''re fucking stupid. And stubborn. Go home. Lemme handle this."This content has been unlawfully taken from Royal Road; report any instances of this story if found elsewhere. "AND WHAT!?!? LET AMERICA BURN!?!? The American Dream... is to help your nation prosper." Beatle begins laughing. "What? WHAT!?!?" "I mean... Wow. I CANNOT believe you guys still exist. Like... The ''American Dream'' bullshit. America burned when the world burned. All that''s left is us trying to fight for what''s left of it." "The American Dream is that anyone can succeed in the United States." "IN... The United States... Now, lemme tell ya sumthin'' about the U.S. and A. IN... The States..." "Yeah?" "What about us? Your nation exploited our country for years when I was still... Well... Human..." he said. "The American Dream was a scam. Once another power-hungry leader had a better idea than America, America got scared... They tried to snuff her out, but it didn''t work. Caused the ice age." "That AIN''T TRUE!!!" "Y''know who killed Aurora''s family?" asked Beatle. "Caused all this bullshit? CIA. Because they were so afraid of what she could do. And she did it." "Did what?" Beatle laughed. "Aurora got stronger. More powerful even that she eventually became the motherFUCKING President of America... They didn''t teach you this in the history books, boy... just like the time you invaded us... Or the time you assassinated one of our um... Prezes... Don''t matter. The American Dream is propaganda. It''s meant to rile you up to do terrible fucking things to weaker people... weaker countries... like we used to be. And now... Aurora stands right on top." "WHAT DID SHE DO!?!?" "She fucking nuked this place. you thundering dumbass," said Beatle. "YOU''RE LYING!!!" Beatle grabs his forehead, and all went silent. Tears flowed down his eyes and he fell to his knees. "I... wasn''t born then... My parents taught... NO... NO!!!" The man points the gun to his own head as Beatle catches the bullet and crushes the gun in his hand. "You''re HIM!!! You''re the ST. KING!!!" He bows in prayer. "I AM SORRY FOR OFFENDING YOU!!! PLEASE!!! MERCY!!! MERCY!!!" Beatle sighs and just prays, "Our Father Thou art in Heaven..." "Wait... You pray... as well..." he sniffed. "Yes." "To whom..." the man sobbed. "To God." "But... I was told you were God..." "No. I''m more kinda like a weird Moses figure. Kinda... Maccabbee kinda fella." "No... NO!!! THIS CAN''T BE HAPPENING!!!" "Easy, there, dude," Beatle bowed in front of him. "Um..." He sees a necklace around the cowboy''s neck. "Who gave you that?" "My uh... Mom... Yeah..." "Why did she give you that?" "Because she believed I was to save the world one day." Beatle closes his eyes. "Is that your dream?" "It was... now I''m bein'' told that everythin'' I ever knew was bullshit." "Did you... believe...?" "Yes." "Good. What''s your name?" "I''d rather not say." "Good. The less we know, the better. Um... Factory''s at 4:00." "You... really think I could-?" "No. But I believe you tried. You''ll die a hero." The man''s lips quiver. "That''s all... I''ve ever wanted... was to matter." "Then matter. Because damned straight you already do. But if that''s your dream, YOUR WAY OF LIVING the American Dream, I won''t stand in your way..." Beatle sighs. "I sense... that man will be written in history..." That evening, that man entered the gate of the factory and was shot. The next day, it was discovered the Taho vendor he shot was one of Aurora''s spies who was meant to tell Aurora about Beatle''s whereabouts. Beatle never knew his name. Beatle wore that necklace under his armor ever since. Beatle and the Queer Activist Beatle sighs as he sips a flask full of milk, wiping his face thereafter. Beatle sees a group of college kids doing activism against... well... Aurora. Beatle walks toward them and stops by. "Hey..." "Hey," said a queer young man. "You here for the cause?" "I am," said Beatle. "And I... suggest you stop. NOW." "You will NOT SHUT US UP!!! WE WILL STAND AGAINST YOUR FOOLISHNESS!!! YOUR IGNORANCE!!!" "Kid, listen. I''m trying to warn you. You''re British, I see. I suggest that you don''t do your political rocket science here. Go home. Please. This is NOT a safe place to-..." "YOU WILL NOT TORMENT US!!! SILENCE!!! SILENCE I TELL YOU!!!"Stolen content alert: this content belongs on Royal Road. Report any occurrences. "Kid, this fuckin'' place is under martial FUCKIN'' law. Go back to England before she-..." "I''M BEING OPPRESSED!!! WE WILL NOT STAND AGAINST-!!!" Immediately, the boy is nearly shot only for Beatle to catch the bullet. The boy runs away along with his college friends. Beatle growls as he takes out his blaster, the Cross Bow, as he shoots several of the cops dead... That evening... Beatle visits the kid''s dormatory... The door opens and the kid backs away in fear... thinking Beatle is here to kill him. "Back away, conservative!" yelled the queer man, as Beatle smacks the shit out of him. "I don''t care what you have to say! Your grueling source of hatred will no longer-!!!" "Kid, I''M FUCKING BI!!!" roared Beatle. The kid silences. "And I have to take this role... A role I fucking HATE, kid. I''m practically the Multiverse''s Pope and I''m fucking bi. How do you think I feel? You got people killed." Beatle sighs. "Remember that. Now, go home before you die, too." The kid begins to cry. "I''m sorry... I thought... I was making a change." "You sure did. You got 33 people murdered today by my country''s cops. Get out. NOW. It''s 2394. I don''t think the world cares about politics anymore. Only Aurora. Now, leave. Go back to Britain and live and die as normally as possible. Find a lover. I don''t need your help. Please. For everyone''s peace." The kid nods... The Fire Temple Beatle enters a flame temple back in the snowy mountains, where he finds an eternal flame. To warm himself up, he immediately runs to the flame and claps his hands, warming them first, and taking off his clothes to enjoy the heat. The blue flame dances around in the darkness, like a glowing ballerina, twirling bizarrely as its cerulean ember paints the atmosphere. Beatle hears ticking and takes out his blaster, only to see the corpse of some kind of humanoid animal, an Aswang on the floor at the corner of the temple, with his wings still ticking constantly. Beatle realizes that he must''ve been dead for years, as the ticking stops, but continues. The way the Aswang was positioned with his tail hung from the wall caused his wings to continuously tick to this day. He went closer, and closer, and eventually the ticking stopped, fearing him. Beatle sighs. "Huh... He''s a pure-bred, hm?" "What do you want?" asked a Mage, walking toward Beatle. "You belong to their tribe, right?" asked Beatle. "The ones who once lived here?"This book''s true home is on another platform. Check it out there for the real experience. "That is correct. That Aswang attacked us years ago." "Pure-bred, I believe." "Mostly pure. Most Aswangs are Mutts whose blood just empowers them. A true Mutt, though. Aren''t those a treasure? Legends say their blood can power a thousand worlds." "And yet, it isn''t enough." The man smiles, seeing the flames behind Beatle to get stronger. "You''re him. Aren''t you? Master of the Usog Arts. The St. King. I used to school people as powerful as you are here. They are no longer around. I am the only one who remain. Where''s your uh... Demi Mutt?" "Common misconception. I only get one if I fail to save this world." "Didn''t you?" "No. Because unlike him I''m able to save myself. I need no gods nor Kings. All I have is what I carry with me, and the faith I have to my Dear God." "So you''re not a world-forging fire-bringing bastard?" "Nope. This is the only world I own, dude." "Fuck that guy..." "He ain''t all bad. I am the one who trained him." His voice tinged with frustration and pride. "He just... decided to use his powers not for the sake of others, y''know?" "Ah... Heard that, too. Probably was hard on ya. I''m a teacher, as well." "Hm... Pwera Usog, dear friend," said Beatle, before walking away back into the blizzard. The Mage sighs. "Been a long time, I''ve heard that... Pwera Usog, my Lord." Hive Beatle walks up to the old chapel in the far south of America, meeting a group of men with flowers on their heads. They hummed in unison while dancing by bending their knees, crouching, and finally standing right back up, skipping around like animals. "Loompa Loompa Loompa Loompa..." they said, as they offered Beatle a Sacrifice Gi-Ant. Beatle sighs and digs in, eating the fattened semi-sentient Gi-Ant calf, now dead on the table, finely cooked with and satu¨¦d with goat butter. "So, you guys uih... choose which of your young you decide to feed to your guests, right?" asked Beatle. Beatle cracks its shell open and bites into its abdomen. "Uh... thanks. Mmm... creamy. Anyway, wonderf-..." The Loompa begins bowing before him and side-stepping. Beatle begins copying them. "Yeah!" "Kaplinky!!!" "Uh... Kaplinky!!! Yeah... Great... Very um... Yeah. I love this stuff. Now, what''s my job?"If you encounter this narrative on Amazon, note that it''s taken without the author''s consent. Report it. Beatle is brought into a strange den around a kilometer south of the hive. "Wow... This is... terrifying. So uh... Just in there?" "Loompa!!!" smiled the Flower Man as he crawled away like a crab. Beatle takes a torch nearby and enters, hearing... snoring. He senses danger once more and takes out his Cross Bow. "Just.. stab it in the heart..." He sees a fat, massive, greasy old pig-faced giant snoring like an animal. "Manhogs..." said Beatle, shaking his head dismissively as he prepared to shoot it in the heart. "Wait... he said... ''STAB'' it in the heart-..." Beatle sighs and holsters his blaster, taking out his eskrima stick and landing on its bouncy chest. Beatle smells its stench, Oh, its stench, similar to blue cheese and armpits. Beatle prepares to stab it only to vomit in its mouth as it vomits black slime with a disgusting odor all over Beatle. Beatle, rolling down its bodacious belly, falls to the den''s floor and vomits all over the ground as the creature awakens and beats Beatle to the ground over and over. "RAAAAAAH!!!" The Manhog grabs Beatle''s head and slams his head over and over to the wall, proceeding to maul his scalp as Beatle roars and shoots it, but the Manhog cackles and beats Beatle down. "I''ll turn YA INTO SISIG, FUCKER!!!" roared Beatle, as he jumps up and stabs the creature in the heart, killing it effectively as the creature falls down to the ground, dead. With one arm, he pulls it all the way back to the Hive, where the Gi-Ants and Flower Men thank him, proceeding to give him the Honey... Evolution Strangely, many American tourists are seen wandering in the streets and taking pictures of the Filipino people. "Ugh... Traffic was terrible, love!" sighed Aurora. "I know I''m half white, BUT CHRIST!!! White people suck, dude!" "Kinda racist, Aurora," said Beatle. "Aw, Beatle!" Aurora kisses Beatle. "Wanna watch Dragon Ball?" "A-About that... Um... I kinda... found something..." "That being...?" smiled Aurora. Beatle sighs and hides the file in his coat. "Say... What if... hypothetically, uhm... Like... Narciso is discovered to be... corrupt?" "My corporation''s downfall? It''s a Phil-Am mining corporation founded by his family. Of course, I''d be... Heheh... Anyway!" smiled Aurora. Beatle sighs and keeps the folder. "Right... Hey, Aurora? I love you!"If you come across this story on Amazon, it''s taken without permission from the author. Report it. "I love you, too, Beatle..." Aurora hugs and kisses Beatle. Beatle drinks milk from a flask and smiles, walking away. He keeps the file in his chest and decides not to do anything. End of story. Kidding! Beatle will... go there by himself. Beatle is dropped off by his friend Jed''s van. "Good luck, Miguel," said Jed, as he drives away. Before him is a heavily-guarded group of soldiers. Beatle just walks in. "Shit... I shouldn''t be entering here... What if they start shooting at me!?" "Heh... Look. One of the locals wandered off into here," smiled the soldier. "Should we... y''know? *click click... Pew! Bleaughuegh!!!*" "Nah. We''d get into international controversy. Let the local in." "He doesn''t... look local." "He''s poor. Who cares? Potato Potahto." Beatle enters the facility and sees the archaeological site. He sees deep inside... a stick with a tablet on it. "Weird..." Beatle feels... drawn to the stick. His veins glow blue as he... tries touching the stick. He will touch the stick. He MUST touch the stick. For the stick calls unto him. The stick... the spear that had lost its blade... He touches it. He is drawn to it. It speaks to him as the stick glows upon his touch. "My... Child... touch it... And regain the blood you''ve lost... from Humanity..." Beatle touches it... He gains thorns around his body... He bleeds blue blood... and... an energy wave blasted toward the entirety of the Philippines... giving everyone there... blue blood... The Prisoner
Beatle, in chains, is pulled away by Death Leopard as the Slayers walk the valley. Beatle simply stays silent. "How fucked are you, Beatle?" Asked Death Leopard. "Not fucked at all! GET it? Cuz you a virgin?" Beatle stays silent. "Y''know, our talks are kinda boring, now. Before you''d laugh along with me." Beatle stays silent, squinting his eyes and avoiding eye contact. "Y''know, Anne said how yours was... Kinda small, tbh." "Do not... Use... Her slave name." "See? There you go again! Pretending that you care!" "You''re right. I shouldn''t. But I do, Tyrone." "You called me by my slave name! Uh-oh! Somebody''s mad!" "For a warrior modeled after Batman, you''re kinda chatty," said Beatle. "Yeah. That''s because I hate you. You''re pathetic, Beatle. Honestly. Allowing yourself to just wallow in sorrow. She''s not obligated to love you, y''know?" "I already knew that. Trust me, I begged her to leave me." "Yeah. Because you''re fucking toxic! You think everyone has to adjust for you!" Beatle just stays silent. "Ooh! Lookie me! I''m autistic! That''s not fair, okay? NO ONE WANTS TO HEAR how sad and depressed you are!" "And hence the silence." "Seriously? Can''t you talk about anything else other than THAT!?!?" "I do. But no one tends to listen. Wanna talk about Steven Universe? I love that show! Kinda like Transformers!" "Lame." Beatle sighs and looks away. Death Leopard just stares forward. "Tell a joke." "What?" "Tell a joke." "Can''t. I have anxiety or some bullshit." "See? There you go again!!! With that self-deprecative shit! Please build boundaries, dude!" Beatle sighs. "God, I wanna die." "Dude. BE positive. I''m trying to boost your morale!" "Why?" "Because if Sabbath chose you, you have to change yourself for her as she did for you!" "Fine. What did the handicapped person tell to the other handicapped person who only has one-...?" "Jesus Christ. Again with the sad shit! NORMALLY!!!" "Uhm... What did the fish become after it lost its ish in Messenger? F''s in the chat." "God, I hate you." "Please don''t worry. I hate me, too." "God... DO YOU KNOW WHY PEOPLE ALWAYS LEAVE YOU!?!? Because you HATE YOURSELF!!! For ONCE... Can you please have some self-respect and STAND UP FOR YOURSELF FOR ONCE!?!? Why do you think no one ever liked you back in school!?!?"Love this story? Find the genuine version on the author''s preferred platform and support their work! Beatle bows his head. "My purpose-..." "Stop it with that fucking mantra! It''s as if you don''t matter to anyone at all! I get it! You suck at things, but don''t rub it in our faces!" Beatle bows his head, feeling jealous and angry. "Control yourself, Beatle. C''mon..." "Hey! Remember our bet who''d win in a fight? Looks like Black was right! I won!" Smiled Death Leopard as Beatle takes a swing at Death LEopard only for him to become electrocuted and fall down the snow. "Fucking handicapped idiot," said Death Leopard. "Before... I used to be the one trying to... Get a reaction outta you..." Whispered Beatle. "Yeah. That was your mistake. Mess with the leopard, you get the claws, bitch." "I apologize... For making everyone feel that way... That I hated myself... That I told everyone I did..." "Yeah... That isn''t normal." "I just wanna be... Real..." "Transparency isn''t the answer to that, Beatle. Neither is... The lack thereof." "I wish I understood. Did I do anything wrong?" "Yeah. You allowed yourself to be born. C''mon." Death Leopard pulls Beatle away. "Y''know she''ll get tired of you again, right? Leave you for me." Beatle looks down. "I just realized something..." "What?" "You''re the only person who was genuine and real with me. Thank you," smiled Beatle. Death Leopard feels incredibly annoyed, laughs, and punches Beatle who falls to the ground. "Stop fucking talking." Beatle smiles, as he stands right back up. Not with a good heart, however, It seems he had discovered Death Leopard''s weakness, but decides not to use it yet. Holding on to that weakness until the time comes. Beatle sighs and begins whistling the tune of Knuck if You Buck. "SHUT. THE FUCK. UP!!!" Yelled Death Leopard. This time, Beatle begins humming it. He happily skips around like a child. His legs are very jumpy and he looks elated for some reason. Death Leopard points his blaster at Beatle''s face. "Either you shut up or I make you." "I thought Batman doesn''t use guns," smirked Beatle. "I''m not Batman." "Yep. You aren''t. Because unlike Batman, you were loved by your parents. You HAD parents. I''m more Batman than you''ll ever be." "Stop... Talking..." "And what''s with this obsession with Batman? I''m also obsessed, but not particularly as die-hard as you are," Beatle smiled cockily. Death Leopard''s eyes become serious and cold. "He''s my role model growing up. He could do anything. And if I believe that he can, I can, too." "Batman isn''t real. Clearly because you failed bringing him to life." "Bitch, I''m more Batman then you''ll ever be." "More like... A sad wannabe fanboy. Batmite! Ever heard of him?" "I''m FUCKING BATMAN!!!" "Sheesh. Keep it in your pants, blud." Death Leopard grabs him by the neck. "And what? You''re supposed to be Superman!?" "You had a normal childhood. I had abusive parents. Who knows. Maybe I''M the real Batman." Beatle sang. "NANANANANANANANA!!! BEATLE!!! BEATLE!!! Saint King... NANANANANANANANA-!!!" "Why... Are you talking like this? Where did you get the balls!?" "The moment I sensed ''God''s'', QUOTE-UNQUOTE, weakness." "You think I have ANYTHING to apologize for!?" "Maybe. DO YOU think you have anything to apologize for?" Beatle began dancing the Russian kick dance. "You''re just angry that I''m better than you." "And you''re just angry that I was born Messiah and MC. Not. You." "You''re just a side character who thinks the world revolves around him. Just. A side character." "I revolve around the world-..." "STOP THAT!!! Stop acting like you''re some sorta martyr! NOTHING YOU DID HELPED ANY OF US!!! People are DEAD... BECAUSE OF YOU!!!" Beatle laughs. "You think blaming me will do anything to my psyche? I''ve been fighting that mindset my whole life, Death Leopard. I forgot something... I can kill you if I wanted. I choose not to." "AND WHAT DOES THAT MAKE YOU!?!?" "Something you''re not. A good person." Death Leopard is visibly hurt and becomes insecure upon hearing that. His eyes quiver, and he proceeds to beat him. "I THOUGHT YOU WERE SUPOSED TO DEAL AGAINST THE ABSOLUTES!!!" "I''m tired, Tyrone..." Said Beatle. "I just wanna rest. And you''re blocking my view of a peaceful part of my current life. SO move... Aside..." "Shut up. Shut THE FUCK... UP!!!" "Dude. You have serious fuckin'' issues." "YOU... HAVE A THOUSANDFOLD MORE!!!" "Yeah. And I spoke up against you. You. Of all people. How do you feel, Death Leopard? You''re jealous of me. ME. I couldn''t play basketball. I lacked the locomotor skills. I''m not a chef. Had to experiment to learn. I didn''t know the sciences and I sucked ass at math and academics. Not a polymath. Not a perfect public speaker. I didn''t become Mayor from scratch. I didn''t do the things you did. I can''t. But He chose me. And that makes you... Nobody... And you''re scared of me, aren''t you? You''re scared that someone you perceive as lesser and insignificant to be able to outdo you. Because you can do anything but you aren''t a professional. Far from it. You wanted to be the best at everything. Meanwhile, I''m good at one thing. Being me... And that scares you." "You aren''t a good person, Beatle," he said, coldly. "You wanted to harm me. You did. You did so not to free yourself or to defeat me, or to save anyone. You just did it because I made you feel petty, just like I used to." Beatle bows his head, hurt, realizing he hurt someone out of spite rather than service. "Now, sit the fuck back down, Miggy boy." Beatle just bowed his head, ashamed for standing up for himself. "Now. Let''s go, prisoner."
The St. King Mystery
Beatle sighs as he finishes cutting the onions and garlic, though, rather sloppily, as he just dumps them in the frying pan to prepare cooking the Chicken Adobo, adding in ginger, soy sauce, and vinegar. Beatle sighs. "Man, I feel guilty eating chicken after watching that wild robot movie where that robot takes care of that goose. Man, Tyrone is right! I AM weird!" Beatle finishes stirring the Adobo as he places the soup and meat on top of a bed of rice. "Beatle!?" asked Aurora, slamming the door open as she meets Beatle on the floor of the living room. "Uh... Hi, Ruru..." said Beatle. "Someone STOLE THE STICK!!!" yelled Aurora. "Wait, what? It was there when-..." Aurora''s eyes widen. "-...when... the News last night came up..." "Yeah! It''s GONE now!" yelled Aurora. "No fingerprints! No movement in the cave! How did they do it!?!? Also, us Filipinos now have blue blood or... some weird GMO shit goin'' on because of the Americans being here or whatever..." "Aurora..." said Beatle. "Yeah... U-Um... I have to tell you something." "Not now!" yelled Aurora. "All I need is more work! We''ll... We''ll hire investigators! The NBI!!! LAWYERS!!! EVERYONE TO GET THAT STICK BACK!!!" "Why do you need to do this?" asked Beatle. "Because I don''t want to fail Dad!" "Aurora... There''s nothing wrong with feeling that way... But it is wrong seeing it that way..." said Beatle. "Just... Shut up! I''m stressed!" "Sorry... Look... About... what I was gonna tell you. Maybe... Not the best time." "No! Do go on! Say it!" "Anne swung by and-..." "What!?" asked Aurora. "I... said... Anne swung by..." "What do you MEAN... Anne swung by!?!?" "I mean... she... met with me... showed me a file-..." "Look. I''m about to fail my Dad!" Aurora yelled, angrily. "You failed yours. Just lemme do this!" yelled Aurora, as she angrily stomps away. Beatle was... hurt... by that. "O-Okay... Yeah... Sure, thing, Aurora! Haha! I forgive you!" Aurora doesn''t answer back. "I... always do..." Beatle bowed his head, hurt. "I''m... absolutely nothing..." That evening, Beatle and Aurora eat their Adobo together rather peacefully. Beatle looks saddened by something. Aurora doesn''t ask why because of specifically that. Rather, she asks if he''s okay. "You okay?" "You commented on my insecurities earlier." "Huh? How?" "You said I failed my Dad." "I did? W-Well... Sorry. I didn''t mean to say that." Beatle smiles and nods. "I forgive you." Aurora smiles and continues eating with him in silence. Beatle keeps the file in his shirt pocket, afraid to show it at all. Aurora sighs. She gives him eye contact. "Are you keeping secrets from me?" Beatle sighs. His eyes dart down to his chest and he tries to avert eye contact. "Maybe..." Aurora''s nose twitches. "Are you okay?" "Fine, dear. Fine..." she smiles as she continues eating. Beatle, worried he must''ve said or done something to offend her, speaks up rather frantically. "Wanna date?" "Oh! Um... Okay! Where?" "I dunno. SM? I think..." "Oh, okay!" smiled Aurora, before looking mad again while eating. "Did... I do anything wrong?" "You figure it out," said Aurora, as Beatle felt terrible, not knowing why. The next day, Beatle wears a handsome outfit with a simple white shirt and jeans while she wears a cute pink dress and a red crop top. "C''mon!" smiled Beatle, grabbing her hand as she tried to smile but was clearly not comfortable with something. Beatle remembers Anne for some reason. He averts thinking about her. It''s as if... he''s sensing her... in comparison to this same situation. Beatle and Aurora have a wonderful time at the mall. They ate. They played video games at the arcade. They watched the movies. They ate again. And had a wonderful evening...Help support creative writers by finding and reading their stories on the original site. However, that evening, Beatle suddenly felt... sleepy... So did... Aurora. They open their eyes and see a strange man standing beside them. It''s... President Dingdong. Aurora gasps with glee. "Mr. Prez! Oh! I am so glad to meet you!" The President looks rather unhappy, particularly with Beatle. Aurora shakes his hand. "It is... an honor... to meet you, sir!" "Yeah. Great. Whatever. I want to speak with the St. King." "The... what?" asked Aurora. "Don''t be coy, imbecile," said Dingdong. "TALK, ST. KING!!!" He turned to Beatle, who looked away. "What''s he talking about?" asked Aurora. Dingdong showed the file from Beatle''s pocket. Aurora reads it. "Um... Okay...? Fake news, I guess. Morningstarcorp works to protect the Philippines by having trade with other countries and conglomerates in them, like the U.S. Plus, this is a stretch! Why would the President even want to sell parts of the PH?" "STOP PLAYING DUMB, FERNANDEZ!!!" roared the Prez. "Put them with the rest of these clowns." Beatle and Aurora are tossed into a prison with four other people: Anne, Tyrone, Jed, and Chris, all standing in a circle like a bunch of jackasses. "Guys!?" Beatle realizes he knew all of them. They''re his only friends in his entire life, after all. "What are you guys doing here!?" "We''re primary suspects for stealing that stick. The idiot President thinks this was a plan of treason. Something YOU did!" roared Tyrone. "What?" Tyrone just scoffs. "Can''t you guys lawyer us out?" asked Beatle. Anne sighs. "That''s the thing. This is way deeper than anything you could imagine. This is an agency that works for the United States trying to keep us from existing." "I mean, Anne and I existed. You idiots clearly didn''t," said Tyrone, as Anne punches him in the shoulder. "Hey, Tyrone! Hahaha..." smiled Beatle, trying to be civil with him. Tyrone sighs. "Fuck off, dumbass." "Right... Still hate me... Got it," said Beatle. "How do we get out of here?" "We could use the ventilation system. I''ve been here for days. Ventilation system seems to lead to the outside of this facility. Plus, place is newly built, meaning it probably lacks the proper blueprinting schemes for a proper vent system." "What if... we die!?" asked Beatle. "Not how it works, idiot," said Tyrone. "Vents this rudimentary usually have connections to the outside." Jed smiles. "Okay! Time to get outta here!" "Yeah!" smiled Chris. "I love you, baby!" Chris grabs Beatle''s cheek as Aurora slaps his hand away. "Chris, please. Keep it in ya pants," said Aurora. The group enters the vents and crawls away. "Hey! We''re venting!" smiled Chris, as the others groan. "Hey!" smiled Jed. "Ever heard of bitcoin?" The group reaches the archaeological site outside, which is where the vents lead toward. Strangely, no guards. No soldiers. "Huh... Thought the place was vital of importance," said Beatle. "You stole the stick. Why do you think everyone left, dumbass?" asked Tyrone. "Right... Um..." Beatle looks around the site and sees that there are Hebrew writings just about everywhere. "So... apparently we now know where the ten tribes of Israel went. Here." "You can read that?" asked Tyrone. "For once, I''m impressed." "What? It''s in English," said Beatle. Tyrone looks at it. "It''s Hebrew, you dolt. How can you read this?" "I dunno!" "What does it say?" "It SAYS... You... are the Chosen... Disciples... While he... is the St. King..." An old man crawls out of the cave as they back away in fear. "AH!!!" yelled Chris. "ZOMBIE!!!" "Are you interested in crypto?" smiled Jed. "What about Gatcha? Honkai? Those porn websites with those gambler ads?" "Speak, apparition," said Beatle. "My name... is Judas Iscariot." "EVIL!!!" yelled Beatle, doing the sign of the cross. "Yes. I am. My punishment was to be sent here and to guard the Spear that carried my Master''s blood... Until... he would be reborn into this world... Whoever holds the stick... Is my Master''s new life..." "Bullshit," said Tyrone. "Prove it." Judas Iscariot takes off all Tyrone''s skin without killing him. "Aight. I believe in God now." Judas brings his skin back. "Your nation''s current leader... fears being overthrown... By him..." "Me?" asked Beatle. "I''m literally named Beetle. Because people keep stepping on me to become better." "Damned straight," said Tyrone. "No..." said Aurora. "You''re a beetle because, like that bug, you fly higher than all of us... Aside from pilots." "Fallacy," said Tyrone. "Bullshit!" yelled Aurora. "Our leader is our protector! He fought for gay rights! He fought for the children!" "Do you think any other President of yours prior to him honored their ideals?" asked Judas. "I watched the century go by. Each leader failing their nation... And... for what? Greed? Betrayal! Selfishness!?!? Bonifacio should''ve won, I say... But look where we are at right now!" "NO!!! NO!!! NO!!! My father loved that guy! He... He helped him campaign!" "Your father was wrong... For you see-..." "Maybe YOU''RE wrong!" yelled Aurora. "YOU''RE the traitor in accordance with the Bible after all!? PROVE IT!!!" Judas shows her and all of them a vision, showing how the President''s conversation in the first chapter of this volume. "Mr. President, please! Calm down!" yelled the Secretary as President Dingdong slams his fist on the table. "No... No, no, no... NO!!! He''ll take away MY... POWER!!! He''ll take away everything!" "This prophecy... is just... poppycock! MorningstarCorp just found the archaeological site and it says a bunch of words and now you''re fearing for YOUR LIFE!?!?" "I need to maintain my power! If I get enough money I can buy that STICK!!!" "What''s so important about that stick anyway?" "That stick!? Whoever it chooses is the ACTUAL ST. KING!!! Don''t you SEE!?!? He''s the Son of God... Turns out it ain''t any of the Middle Eastern countries. It''s in the Philippines! One born from Jewish blood here in the Philippines! I HAVE JEWISH BLOOD!!! We need to be smart, Miravel." "Mr. President, please. You have to cosider the fact that this is just MYTH!!!" "There was Hebrew in a PHILIPPINE CAVE!!! WHY SHOULDN''T I FEEL THREATENED!?!? There''s some kinda piece of shit kid out there who thinks he can take away EVERYTHING I WORKED HARD FOR!!! I need that money!" "Then why sell your country to the United States?" "I''m not selling ALL OF IT!!! Just... y''know! Mindanao... Visayas... CAR maybe...?" "Sir. You''re insane. Ever since you declared Martial Law-..." "It''s fine! The people love me, Miravel! And if anyone knows, I swear to God, I will personally take them out. Got that?" "Yes, sir," nodded Miravel. Aurora falls to her knees. "I''m... from a family of... technocrats!?!?" "Yes," said Judas. "Beatle... We''ve been... serving... the bad guy...?" asked Aurora. "I tried to tell you. Anne gave me the-!" "You spoke with my girlfriend?" asked Tyrone. "What? No! No! She just swung by and-!" Aurora slaps Beatle in the face. "Stop FUCKING talking!" Aurora turns to Judas. "So, what do we do? Huh!? HUH!?!? When we are found... WE''D BE KILLED!!! NOW WHAT?!?!" "Did you realize that you were given the power to change your fates?" asked Judas. Beatle sighs, wiping his tears. "What do you mean?" "You, idiots you may be, were given a power... to wield weapons of the ancient warriors of old... The Spear of Destiny... Trident of Samael... Wisdom of Solomon... Wings of Michael... Strength of Samson... and Sling of David..." Everyone''s eyes widen. "Use that power... to take back what the world owes you..." smiled Judas, as he began fading away... Aurora smiles, turning to them after Judas disappears. "Now, what?" asked Anne. Aurora raises her fist. "We rebel..." Judas sighs. "Yes... For the heart of Humanity... beats louder than any of the creatures God had made. But whichever path you take for it, it is upon your choice-..." Judas is shot in the face as the team prepare for battle. Tyrone attacks and uses his fighting skills to beat up the soldiers, taking advantage of his dark clothes and hiding around to defeat the soldiers. He hid behind the cave''s rocks and walls to weave them into submission. Jed and Chris worked together, using their powers to kill the soldiers. Anne went on to sprout wings, which allowed her to shield Beatle and Aurora. Aurora goes on to fight with hand-to-hand combat, while Beatle falls off the cave site, rolling down the mountain and landing in the woods. He then sees a pair of sticks and begins using eskrima to knock out several soldiers. Beatle, however, notices Aurora''s violent... tendencies...
The Conversation A younger Beatle sat in class as various pieces of crumpled up paper and various objects, though light, were thrown at him, only for a handsome younger Death Leopard, Tyrone, to sit in front of him, causing the bullies to back away. Death Leopard gives him a gentle smile, and Beatle smiles back. Now... 900 years... Later... "Holy fucking shit... These two should make our already..." Whispered Slipknot, under his breath. "NO, YOU SHUT UP!!!" Roared Death Leopard. "No, you." "NO, YOU!!!" "Nuh-uh, you, yes." "Handicapped IDIOT!!!" "Narcissistic FUCK!!!" "Straight dweeb." "Bisexual WEEB!!!" The other Slayers are just... Severely annoyed with these two. "Psst..." Said Lamb. "We should uh... Ditch ''em for now... See if they can settle down... There''s a bar nearby." Machinehead nods to Slipknot and Slipknot to Lamb. They sneak away as the pair yell at each other constantly. "NO... YOU... SHADDUP!!!" Roared Beatle. "NO, YOU SHADDUP!!!" Roared Death Leopard. "ALSO!!! WHERE''D MY SOLDIERS GO!!!" "Ha! He got mutinied! Every leader should have a back up for that!" Laughed Beatle. "I do!" Death Leopard prepares to throw their essentials away. "Wow. Dick move, tyrant," smiled Beatle. "Oh, sure! What? You''re gonna feed them twice as much, Boy scout!?" "Pfft... Maybe..." "And this is why Aurora is Empress!" "Yeah. You sure look happy under her rule," said Beatle, doing ballet in the background while in chains. "Where did THOSE IDIOTS GO!?!?" Asked Death Leopard. "Scream louder. Maybe they didn''t hear you." "What''s that!? I can''t hear you from down there." "Least when I lie down my height won''t betray me and make me a bridge between Earth and Mars." Meanwhile... Slipknot sighs as he drinks good beer. "I don''t understand why those two aren''t friends. COULD THEY BE ANY MORE GAY FOR EACH OTHER!?!?" "What is it with you and gay stuff today, Slipknot?" Asked Lamb. "I''m the gay one here." "Yeah. Whatever," said Slipknot. "Well, I do agree. They do have some chemistry." "Eh! Toxic," said Machinehead, singsongily. "Like that Brittney Spears So-o-o-ong!!!" "Oh! Let''s sing ''Oops I DId It Again...'' FOR KARAOKE NIGHT!!!" Smiled Lamb. "YAY!!! I LOVE BEING FILIPINO!!!" Smiled Slipknot. "WOOHOO!!!" Smiled Lamb.This tale has been unlawfully lifted without the author''s consent. Report any appearances on Amazon. Meanwhile... Beatle sighs as he meticulously removes growing fungi from his boots. "God-! The Swamp!? Fuckin'' seriously!? You... Sadist... This is weirdly satisfying..." "Yeah. Because you''re weird." "Ha! Haven''t heard that one before!" "Do you WANT to remember your childhood abuse!?" Asked Beatle. "Wanna remember how your father used to BEAT YOU!?!?" "Do YOU?" Asked Beatle. "What... What do you mean?" "I mean... You''re clearly unhappy. Project your problems unto me like I''m your scapegoat. Like everyone in my life does. Why?" "Mom and Dad weren''t... Around a lot." "Mmm... I know." "You... Did...?" "Well.. more like, figured. You were projecting a lot of yourself unto me. Kinda made me compare myself with you in the first place. Y''know, I idolized you back then." "Why?" "Why do you think? You were better and stronger than me in every way. Meanwhile, I didn''t understand anything that school had to offer." "That''s because you allowed your weakness to halt your potential. You held me waaaay back. All I wanted was to be stronger, faster, smarter, and better than anyone else." "So mommy and daddy would approve of your existence?" "You clearly can''t quantify what I''m feeling right now." "Try me." "No." "Won''t tell me because you don''t know that feeling. It''s called insecurity. You compare yourself to me. And only me. Asserting dominance constantly because you think you can be the best. But really, you''re not. You''re just a regular Human being like the rest of us." "You''re NOT a regular Human being." "Oh, right. I''m clearly a kangaroo." "Stop that. You''re NOTHING compared to me!" "You... Used to be way quieter than well... now-ish. Time is an illusion, after all. What''s that about?" "I don''t know! I have survived enough wars to become... THIS!!!" "Yeah. And I survived enough abuse to become... THIS." "Stop that." "What?" "Deflecting your emotions by cracking jokes. Just... Feel for once." "Hm... Nah! This seems easier!" "Yeah. This way, I get to hate you more." Beatle sighs. "Y''know, I really still do care about you." "I know. I''m just... Tired..." "We all are." Beatle sighs and looks at the twilight in the sky with a massive array of pinkish clouds coming forth from the romantic atmospheric chemicals above juxtaposing with the barren snowy horizons in every corner of the sky. "Beautiful, ain''t it?" Asked Beatle. "The world you made? Yes," said Death Leopard. "Hey. I''m not the reason for the war. You should know that by now." "Yeah... But... We both had a huge hand in starting it." "Yep... Look at us. A pair of jackasses looking up." "God, you''re weird." "God, you''re normal. And I prefer the term, ''unique'', by the way." "Ha! As if that translates to anything!" "It does. It means there''s only one of me, and one of you." "There IS only one of you. God could''ve given anyone that damned star on your chest. He just decided it wasn''t me." "Because you''re just that good, huh?" "Yeah. Pretty much." "Heheheh. God, I hate you." Beatle begins pacing around, skipping, and thinking happily. "What the hell are you fantasizing about now?" "Your death." "Haha! Fuck you." "Fuck Black Sabbath. Fuck society! FUCK EVERYTHING THAT REJECTED ME, WHY DON''T YOU!!!?!" "Whoa ho ho ho! Someone''s pissed!" "Ugh!" Beatle facepalms. "Why did you not join either faction?" "Because the world ain''t black and white, Miggy. There will always be gray areas to things. We decided that you won''t be a part of our friend group because you''re weird. You''re different. And you said yourself that we had the right to exclude ourselves from your life. That hurt us, Beatle." "You excluded me because I''m different." "Believe me. We tried to understand you! But you got pissed at us! Over what!? Not inviting you in anything!? Leaving you alone at the lunch table!? Not grouping with you!? Don''t you realize we feel grossed out by your existence!?" "No... That is only how... You view things. Billy tends to think I''m normal. The others said they excluded me for my own safety. Because I''d get myself hurt if I join your adventures. You guys meant everything to me. And I didn''t mean as much to you, but I acknowledge, at least now, that you guys were trying to protect me." "Yeah? WELL NOT ME!!!" Death Leopard grabs him by the cloak. "Because I know what you are!" "And... What is that?" "A desperate loser who wants to be included in everything. But can''t. Because you''re what you are. Wrong." Beatle sighs. "Absolutely nothing..." He whispered under his breath. "Hm? What was that?" "Absolutely NOTHING is wrong with me!" "What? You''re gonna try to-?" Beatle throws an incredibly heavy punch into Death Leopard''s face. "If you call me wrong... Then all that are like me are wrong... You must''ve HATED seeing my eyes on Gabrielle''s face, hm!?" Death Leopard laughs and easily weaves and maneuvers himself fighting Beatle. Beatle tries hard to dodge and block but is easily beaten down. Beatle, however, grabs his hand and goes all out. He punches Death Leopard in the face, causing his nose to bleed. Beatle punches and kicks him, causing so much blood and sweat to leave Death Leopard''s body. Mind you, Beatle is still in chains doing this. Beatle jumps up and double kicks him into the snowy ground as he beats him over and over. "Tell me! Do you bleed?! YOU WILL!!!" Beatle beats Death Leopard to the ground. Beatle prepares to stomp his face only for him to be electrocuted by the other Slayers'' remotes, thus, being electrocuted thrice the power in a single moment. Beatle falls to the ground, limp. Death Leopard felt fear. He actually felt fear again. He was terrified. Angry and broken, he slams his foot into Beatle''s face again, and again, and again. Death Leopard pants. "Drag him to Romanov." "Sir. Did you guys not like... Doing it...?" Asked Slipknot. Death Leopard turns to Slipknot, slowly. "Bitch. If you wrote ANOTHER FANFICTION I SWEAR TO GOD-!!!" Beatle and Sabbath Beatle sighs while drinking some milk in his flask while watching the snow outside. "Hey," said Sabbath. "Uh... hey..." said Beatle. Sabbath sighs and takes a smoke, whiffing some of the nicotine. "Why''d you end things with me... Like... back then? When... we were..." "Sabbath. Leave." "I just wanted to-..." Beatle slaps his face with his palms over and over again. "LEAVE!!!" "No," said Sabbath. Beatle''s eyes widen and shivers, holding himself from doing a tantrum. "Sabbath, PLEASE!!!" "NO!!!" yelled Sabbath. "I deserve an answer! Why did you end our decent friendship!?!? I''M NOT OBLIGED FOR YOUR HAPPINESS!!! You think just becuse I didn''t love you back MEANT THAT YOU HAD THE RIGHT TO FIND REASONS TO HURT ME!!!" "No!" "THEN WHY!?!?" "BECAUSE I WAS HURTING!!! Okay!?!?" asked Beatle, drinking some milk. "I got hurt... It was toxic that I liked you and you didn''t like me. And you told everyone what I did... They took it as I wanted to hurt you for not loving me. They ostracized me for it. I just wanted to end things because I didn''t wanna love you anymore... Hope anymore... And they ostracized me because you wanted to wail and cry about it like a child. That you lost me. Fuck..." said Beatle. "I''m sorry... for furthering your ostracization." "I don''t forgive you." "But you''re the Messiah." "I''m not my predecessor. Go burn in Hell." "After everything... I''ve served you... I''ve kept you safe... Protected you... Kept you safe..."You might be reading a stolen copy. Visit Royal Road for the authentic version. "You were treating me like a child. The fact you''re in this team right now is a sad attempt to prove... What? WHAT!?!? You don''t love me... You just wanna prove something... SOMETHING!!! I don''t know what it is..." "Maybe I did. Maybe I just... grew attached... or... something..." "Every time we speak about this, we fight... Please, Black... Just... leave... Go back to the bus... Or leave this team... for all I care." "No!" "Why?" "BECAUSE I CARE ABOUT YOU!!!" "You''re not supposed to. I''m your boss. You''re my adviser. That''s... IT... Nothing more, nothing less..." "Y''know what this is? This is HELL!!! You just entrapped me into-...!" "Never... use that word again... I never entrapped you. I loved you. But THAT''S IT... Aurora was actually WILLING TO-!!!" "DON''T YOU DARE TALK ABOUT HER TO ME!!!" "Why!? WHY DO YOU CARE!?!? Fuck... I just... wanna die... GOD!!!" "I don''t... know either..." "AND THERE IT IS!!! You know nothing, LADY!!! What hurts is that this deal of you becoming my guardian FUCKING angel SUCKS!!! Because you''re here by my side forever!!!" "Don''t you want that!?" "NO!!! I don''t WANT you!!! I want happiness... I deserve, HAPPINESS!!! I deserve-..." "Please don''t mention her." "Fine... Y''know what I already wanted to say... What hurts is that you ostracized me... even if you didn''t intend to... And did what everyone else did to me since I was a kid... You just added salt to that bleeding wound..." "Which is...?" "Societal, egoistical, romantical, and familial REJECTION!!! Now, leave me be. Please..." Black Sabbath tears up. "I''m sorry..." "Excuse you!?!?" "I''m sorry... for... everything..." Beatle stares at her, seeing her eyes ring with truth. "Go." "I had a child with you..." "We never even intercoursed. You said I needed an heir with you. Snapped my fingers. Boom. Gabrielle. Now, stop it..." "So, you knew that she was yours..." "Mhm... Just fuckin'' with ya..." "I did... so much for you..." "Why...? How miserable do I have to be before you''re happy?" "I NEED TO PROVE THAT I CARE, OKAY!?!? HAPPY!?!? That I''m guilty! That I GOT HURT, TOO!!! I''m a person, too, Beatle!!! WHY DO YOU HATE ME!?!?" Beatle sighs. He tilts his head to the right and bowed to avoid eye contact. "I know. You don''t have to blame yourself for what happened... well... to the world. It was bound to happen. If it wasn''t Aurora and I, it would''ve been someone else. Our war, born from personal heartbreak and regret, profoundly underscores everything that happened to this world. The Ice Age. The death... The plagues... The famines... So much... death... And I stand here... still alive with you... I don''t hate you, Black. I''m afraid of you." "I''m sorry..." "But that isn''t entirely a bad thing, Black. I''m afraid that you''ll betray me..." "Then why ask me to leave?" "Because I fear that if you stick around... One day you''d just... snap... like you did before. In a way, we''re holding each other hostage. It''s like a marriage... One built with the foundations of mutual respect and boundaries... Not love or hate. So, when I say leave..." "I leave. I understand, my Lord," said Sabbath, walking away. Beatle smiles, tearing up. "Thank you," he whispered under his breath. The Revolution Aurora stares at the therapist. "Lemme start from the beginning. Daddy was born. One of the wealthiest businessmen in the Philippines. Groomed to be the greatest businessman on the planet. I was born to him and my British Mommy. They divorced but I was supposed to become the wealthiest businesswoman in the country. But he gave it all to my half-sister." "And... In what ways can you find to help yourself out from this... chain of misfortune?" "I don''t. My whole... life... I was treated to be an outsider. To be different despite how good I am. How amazing I am. But then, I found my boyfriend. Miguel. Recently dumped by a girl who took him for granted." "So?" "So... He''s my purpose... He... is my purpose... And I only live to satisfy and be with him. Because he gave me purpose. He actually loved someone like me. Me! Who was treated like trash by her family and treated as some sex on a stick by her classmates! I actually mattered to him! Regardless of how weird I am... And no matter what, he will always be... my purpose." Now... 10 years later... 2034... Aurora sighs as she stares at the star plushie. "What''s wrong?" asked Beatle. "You hug this thing more than me," said Aurora. "Yeah. Makes me feel at ease." Anne passes by and sees what Aurora is staring at. "Hey! It''s my old friendship gift to you! From ten years ago!" Beatle''s eyes widen. Aurora gives a disgusted frown. "What''s wrong?" asked Anne, immediately sensing something wrong. "Nothing," said Aurora, clenching her fists. "Uhm... Hey, Miguel! You''re still a writer, right?" smiled Anne, immediately shifting the conversation away to another topic. "Yeah!" smiled Beatle. "Ever heard of the Propagandista movement? Wanna do it with 4chan? Eh? Reveal these files... ANONYMOUSLY!?!?" smiled Anne. "Oh, Anne!" smiled Beatle. "I already AM a 4chan User!" "Um..." Aurora grabs Beatle''s hand. "I''ll help! Anything for you, my love!" "Aw! Thanks!" smiled Beatle. "You could start by starting up my laptop! Anne! You''re the lawyer, here! Wanna gimme some ideas and the... legalities of it all?" "Sure, thing, Miggy!" smiled Anne. The pair smile as they went on to work. "Didn''t you go to law school?" asked Aurora. "Yeah? So?" asked Beatle. "Why ask from her?" asked Aurora. "Because... She actually passed?" asked Beatle, as Aurora rolled her eyes in dismissal. Tyrone sighs as he just kicks back and relaxes.If you stumble upon this tale on Amazon, it''s taken without the author''s consent. Report it. "YEAH!!! Of course! That makes sense!" smiled Beatle. "Hahahah!" He laughed with Anne while Aurora mutters and mumbles in annoyance. Soon, the Neo-Propagandista Movement began, with 4-Chan, later renamed 4-PH, became viral. Like... TRENDY and all... The factors that contributed to the controversy were all laid out by the group anonymously with the power of a VPN. Soon, they began recruitment. Tyrone cleverly recruited their all High School batch mates and Course Mates to be part of their army of writers who all worked together. After all, they are former Political Science students. Of course, they care if the President is actually evil! So, they worked together and kept writing and writing anti-Propaganda. They went to their old friend, a School Journalist and showed the truth to the world about the Philippines. Soon, word spread... Meanwhile, Jed and Chris went on with their scamming business. They reverse-scammed several Public Officials by making Ads interesting for them, which is attached to a Transparency Program Tyrone developed to show to the world their various activities. Beatle and Anne, meanwhile, were a powerhouse partnership. They worked together to edit, write, and continued studying the facts with all their power. Aurora, well, she led the whole operation... That evening... That one last supper... The group have a party for all they''ve achieved to damage the President''s image... They share a toast... And drank and ate fine Pinoy meals and drinks... That evening, at their own home, which was massive, by the way... Like... a whole class could fit here... Aurora heard... giggling. Aurora''s eyes widen as she ran to the living room and witnessed Beatle and Anne watching a movie together with her bare legs playfully over his. Aurora''s eye twitches. "Ahem..." "Oh!" smiled Beatle, unknowing of her wrath. "Hi, Aurora!" Anne blushes and takes her legs off of his. Anne tries hard to laugh it off. "Hey, Aurora!" she laughed softly. Aurora''s eye twitches. "So! What are you two, uh... Doing lately!" she smirked, as sarcastically as possible. "Y''know! Just hangin'' around!" "Hangin'' around?" "Hangin'' around!" "Thwarting my relationship, says ''What?''" "What?" Aurora grabs Anne by the neck. "I think you''ve forgotten but my studies shown Filipinos have gotten rather stronger lately! We wouldn''t want to have an all-out fight based on the fact that we all have unequal strengths, now, DO WE?!!?" "Aurora! Let her go!" roared Beatle. Aurora''s eyes turn purple then red and black. She sighs and sets Anne down. "Aurora. Don''t hurt our friends!" yelled Beatle. "Excuse you!? This BI-OTCH isn''t MY FRIEND!!! She tried to get you FROM ME!!!" "No! She flat-out said she never had feelings for me!" "And you really believe that!?" "I''m... standing right here," said Anne. "Go on! Tell him! Tell him why you rejected him in Prom!" "Fine! Okay... Um... I was... afraid of how we''d look in front of-...?" Beatle closes his eyes, utterly insulted. "Okay... I get it. Aurora. Please leave. You don''t have to make Anne uncomfortable." Aurora looks hurt. "I am... THE LEADER of this cooperation! I OWN ALL OF YOU!!!" "But you don''t own me. I''m your equal. That is my right. Now, go." Aurora angrily stomps away. "She reminds me of you back then," sighed Anne. "Heh! Thank you!" smiled Beatle. "You''re a good friend, A-..." Anne kisses Beatle, passionately, as Beatle pulls away. "NO!!! No! Oh, God! OH MY GOD!!! NO!!!" Beatle stands up and walks away, covering his mouth. Aurora witnessed the whole thing. "Aurora..." said Beatle, seeing her with a deadpan stare. Aurora is holding the plushie and proceeds to slowly brush her fingers over its sides. She clenches her claw-like nails over the plushie. "Aurora, NO!!!" yelled Beatle. She then... tears it in half, traumatizing Beatle and making Anne cover her face and cry. Beatle falls to his knees. "Fine. We''re done," said Aurora, turning and walking away. "You can all stay here. This revolution was my idea, anyway." "I didn''t kiss her back, Ruru!" yelled Beatle. Anne tries to speak. "I did... love you..." Beatle holds his finger up. "Anne... You weren''t fair to our feelings." "And you were fair to MINE!?!? You... made me feel so trapped AND PRESSURED back in high school!" "YEAH!!! BUT NOW, I''M IN A FUCKIN'' RELATIONSHIP!!! SO ARE YOU!!! IF TYRONE-!!!" "He already knows." Tyrone grabs him by the cloak and slams him to the wall over and over, causing Beatle to spit blood. Anne just closes her eyes and cries. Tyrone tosses him to the ground. "Both of you fuck off." He turns and walks away. Aurora slams the door of her room, breaking down to tears as she still had one half of the star symbol on her chest. She chooses to toss it in the fire of her fireplace, but... "No!" Aurora pulls it away and begins crying. "What have I done...?" she sobbed, as she kept the star near her chest, allowing the star to brand her with an upside-down pentagram on her chest as it disintegrates and melts into her chest... Miguel crawls toward the other half of the star, hugging it, while crying. Beatle St. King v. Death Leopard
"You''re not... Normal... I''m sorry... Wait... I didn''t mean-!" Yelled Anne, as a heartbroken Miguel looks at her with contempt. "Miguel, please. Don''t... We can still be friends!" Miguel begins hearing his heartbeat in his ears. He hears nothing but his own heart. He feels the blood running down from his arms and to his hands and then the tips of hisfingers. He feels the blood rushing into his face. He tears up, but he isn''t crying. He feels that his left arm is numb. "Miguel!?" Asked Anne. Miguel quivers. "I''m... Fine..." He limps away from Anne as the other young adults snicker and laugh at him. Miguel grabs his chest. He remembers something... The beautiful girl, Anne, giving him a plushie for his birthday. A... Star... Miguel falls to his knees and quivers. "Hey! I promise, I won''t leave you, okay?" Smiled Anne, grabbing his shoulder. "My... Best friend." Everyone in the area claps for them, but, she looks saddened with her decision, feeling... Trapped. About 900 years... Later... "Ooga chaka! Ooga chaka! Ooga Ooga Ooga chaka! I can''t stop this feeling!" Sang Billy and Gabrielle. "Deep inside o'' me. Girl you don''t just realize, what you do to me!!! When you hold me... In your arms so tight... And let me know... It''d be alright!" "I-I-I-I-I''M!!!" Sang BIlly, Gabrielle, Panthera, and Green Day. "Goddamn it... These idiots..." Sighed Sabbath. "Led Zeppelin." "Yes, Mistress?" Asked Led, driving the crew in an armored jeepney bus. "Found Beatle, yet?" "We think he''s nearby former San Fransisco." "Thank you, Zeppelin," Sabbath nodded politely, as she sips her wine. "Heya!" Smiled Billy, popping out behind Black Sabbath''s chair causing Sabbath to spit out her wine. "What... The Fuck...?" Sighed Black Sabbath. "Hello, New Momma!!!" Smiled Billy. "Kid. I''m not your mother. I''m just a gal Beatle used to hang out with and got overly needy for." "Yeah. But Beatle ain''t like that anymore!" "So, you''re telling me he loves himself now, very much and would stand up for himself and ONLY himself?" Billy just stares at Black Sabbath, smiling. "Ratewtew!" "Ugh..." Black just facepalms. "C''mon, Panthera!" Smiled Green Day. Green Day takes out a knife and begins playing "I Have All My Fingers" with his hand. "I have all my fingers and the knife goes CHOP, CHOP, CHOP!!!" "Will you two please BEHAVE!?!?" Asked Black Sabbath. "NO!!!" laughed Green Day and Panthera. "OOOOOOH!!! WHO LIVES IN A PINEAPPLE UNDER THE SEA-!!!" "*GASP!!!* I love this fairy tale nursery rhyme!" smiled Billy. "No... Kid!" laughed Green Day. "It''s um... It''s an old cartoon back in our day!" "Whoa!" "Yep! It ran for around 300 years," smiled Panthera. "I mean... Seasons 1-3 were TOP-NOTCH!!!" smiled Green Day. "So were Seasons 10 to 11 but... Pretty much just watch Seasons 112 all the way to 215. Yeah. That''s like a hundred seasons. Those were actually decent." "God, none of these weirdos have any taste," sighed Sabbath. Led Zeppelin simply nods and agrees with Sabbath. "Zeppelin. How close do you think he is by now?" "Perhaps much closer than you think. My strings detect your two partners... They''re... yelling... about... cinnamon...?" "Ah. That makes sense." Meanwhile... "YOU''RE SUPPOSED TO PUT THE CINNAMON ONLY WHEN THERE''S CREAM IN THE GODDAMNED COFFEE, YOU INFIDEL!!!" roared Beatle. "I''M the infidel!?!?" roared Death Leopard. "Yes, you are. YES, YOU... ARE!!!" Beatle furiously jangled his chains in front of Death Leopard and jumped around. The Slayers are incredibly annoyed with their leader and prisoner. "My Lord," said Slipknot. "I believe we need a break... Please? Pretty please?" "Oh, I''m sorry..." Death Leopard brushes his fingers over his wrist''s watch-like device. "You were saying?" Slipknot grabs his throat as it begins to tighten. "If you''re thinking of complaining, I suggest you realize you''ll be going to Hell. Just. Like. All of us," said Death Leopard. Beatle sighs. "You treat your men this way?" "Yeah? What''s it to you?" asked Death Leopard. "You''re not a good leader. You rely on fear. You''re not Batman. You''re the Punisher." "Least I''m not a psycho idiot like you. Now, shut... the fuck... up..." said Death Leopard. "Little... bro..." Beatle breathes out from his nostrils. "Okay." "You should know... I never liked you, Beatle." "Neither I, you." "Yeah. Because you''re jealous, right?" Beatle''s eyes twitch. "I was." "No, no! Don''t be modest! You still are! You just HATE thinking about me and her!" "Not really. You can have her. Clearly, she doesn''t have autonomy in your world. You''re the therapeutic expert. You clearly know how the human psyche works." "Are you mocking me?" asked Death Leopard. "Yes," smirked Beatle as Death Leopard punched him in the belly. "Do realize this, Beatle," said Death Leopard, eloquently as he can. "You''re sad... I feel bad for you. Your self-loathing makes you a predator for men and women alike. They are drawn to that facade of yours. But I see through it. I know all you want is Human connection and your way of getting it is absorbing it from others... You starve since you can''t produce it. Synthesize it. Fungus among plants." Beatle sighs. "Does she hate me?" "She should," said Death Leopard. "You made her miserable, Beatle. You made her pity you. She never loved you. She felt bad for you. You made her wanna fix you. I''ve dated girls like you before. Pathetic. Insane. Broken." Beatle smiles. "So, she doesn''t hate me!" Death Leopard kicks Beatle away. "I hate you because you think you''re better than us... Just because you did something kind... No one. Is Kind. No one matters. We''re all going to die. End of story."Love what you''re reading? Discover and support the author on the platform they originally published on. "But, I exist... Thus there is God." "Thus HE DOESN''T GIVE A SHIT ABOUT ANY OF US!!! Oh, COME ON, Miggy! You''ve been fighting this 900-year-war! And FOR WHAT!!?!" "To protect Humanity." "Yeah? Look where that got you?" Beatle angrily stands up against Death Leopard, who flinches and backs away. "You can mock me. You can mock me using Black Sabbath, my self-esteem, my self-loathing... But NEVER... Mock my faith." "Or what? You have no power." "Motherfucker, please," said Beatle. "A man doesn''t need power to commit murder." "You think you can kill me?" smirked Death Leopard. "Isn''t that for vengeance? Isn''t that against your moral code?" Beatle looms before Death Leopard. Death Leopard slams his fist into Beatle''s face, as Beatle was unable to block it, since he couldn''t sense it, having no powers. Beatle''s eyes begin glowing as Death Leopard blows the powder into his face again. Beatle coughs and powers down. Death Leopard smiles. "Reaction time, Beatle. Something a handicapped like you won''t ever have." "Or... I let you punch me..." smirked Beatle, as Death Leopard punches him again. "Nope!" smiled Death Leopard. "To ROMANOV, BOYS!!!" "I thought... you were my friend..." said Beatle. "To think you mattered." Death Leopard sighs. "Stop mumbling over there." "Heh..." Beatle softly speaks. "She chose you, Leopard." "I don''t know what you mean." "I mean... she chose you. That night... I kinda remember... She wasn''t looking for me. She was looking for you. She just found me because you weren''t around." Death Leopard sighs. "Then why did you take her from me?" "Because you''re right. I was the second choice. I was never anyone''s first choice. Because... There really is something wrong with me. But you see yourself in me. Maybe... something is wrong with you." "Who said I see anything of myself in you?" "You tell me." Death Leopard turns to Beatle and sighs, looking away. "What''s sad... Is that you were my first friend," said Beatle. "Yeah. I know." "But tell me. Did you just pity me... Or were YOU jealous?" "My father beat me as well," said Death Leopard. "Your father beat you accidentally. He beat me regularly." Beatle sighs. "I''m sorry." "We all have problems, Beatle. Some of us have healthier ways of coping with it." "Yeah. Healthy. Instead of harming yourself, you harm others. Healthy indeed..." Death Leopard begins to feel... guilt... Meanwhile... Rasputin Romanov smiles while he crosses his arms. Rasputin dances, kicking his legs in the air. "Yes? Mhm?" he receives a call in his earpiece. "Yes, Your Lowness. Yes. All Hail Thee, Morningstar." Rasputin dances like crazy, kicking his feet up in the air. "RA RA RASPUTIN!!! RUSSIA''S GREATEST LOVE MACHINE!!! YA!!! YA!!! YA, YA, YA!!!" Suddenly, a skeleton walks before Rasputin. "Moy Gospodin..." said the skeleton, giving a scroll to Rasputin. "Bozhe moy... HE IS HERE!!! YA!!! YA!!! YAAAAAA!!!" he danced his muscular body in a silly manner. Death Leopard walks in as Rasputin smirks. "Hello, Rasputin!" "Ah! Leopard! Thank you!" smiled Rasputin, bro hugging him. "YAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!" laughed Rasputin, patting his shoudlers. "Question, Death Leopard? Do you have the... uh... Package?" "Yeah," smiled Death Leopard, twitching his head as if he was flipping his hair. "Hoohoohoohoo! Thank you, my boy!" smiled Rasputin. Rasputin smiles as Beatle is thrown to the dusty ground before him. "Beatle St. King... Privyet! You want milk?" "Is it laced with vodka?" asked Beatle. "Christ, Beatle. Still racist as ever," said Rasputin. "When we first met, you doused my wounds with vodka. Fuck you," said Beatle, as Rasputin smiles and picks Beatle up. "Mmm... Listen, friend. Listen." Beatle hammers his fist into Beatle''s stomach as Death Leopard gives a guilt-ridden look while Rasputin beats Beatle. "Oh... Oh ho ho ho..." said Rasputin. "That... was for my son." "Sorry... Did... I happen to kill him at some point?" smiled Beatle. "YOU FUCKED HIM!!! TURNED HIM INTO A FEMBOY!!!" "Oh... Right. Sasha." "I slit his throat." "SASHA!!! NOOOOO!!!" Beatle beats Rasputin to the ground but Rasputin laughs as he grabs Beatle''s wrists. "Each punch. I get stronger," said Rasputin. "Go on. Keep going." Beatle sighs and keeps on punching Rasputin, angrily. "HAHAHAHAHA!!! What did you DO to this one!? When I first met him, he was... ideal! Now he''s just... ANGRY!!!" laughed Rasputin. "SO MUCH RAGE!!!" Death Leopard began to feel guilt and fear at the same time. "Ah! Yes!" Rasputin wiggles his pectorals. "MMM!!! YES!!! HE MAKE ME STRONG!!! THE POWER OF GOD IS WITHIN ME!!!" "Great. Now, can I please kill him?" asked Death Leopard. "Sure. Whatever..." said Rasputin. "I didn''t even have to provoke him this time! It''s as if..." Beatle''s eyes are purple... and so is his hair... just like the... Antis... "...he''s one of us..." smirked Rasputin, showing off his own purple hair and eyes. Beatle growls at Rasputin, being filled only with rage. Death Leopard''s fingers twitch. "Go! You can kill him! You deserve it!" smiled Rasputin. Death Leopard nods. "Thank you. Um... Question, however. What are you planning to do with the Power of God in your muscles?" "I''m going to conquer America!" smiled Rasputin. "Uh... Great. You do that," said Death Leopard. "Not my problem, anyway..." Death Leopard sighs and facepalms. "Fuck..." Death Leopard turns to the Slayers. "Slayers. I have something to admit... Their plan... ain''t pretty. I saw it... It''s... disgusting. He''s not meant to conquer this continent. He''s meant to wipe out everyone. Everything..." "So?" asked Slipknot. "We got our money." "But that has no honor," said Death Leopard. "Since when did you care about honor?" asked Slipknot. "You''re a killer. A merc, sir." "But, I CAN''T...!!! She... She can''t... see me cause this..." said Death Leopard. "I thought you shamed him for making her your purpose, sir," said Lamb. "Woooohooohoooo!" sang Machinehead. "Nohooohoooohoooo!!! You hypohohohocrihihihihite!!!" "I''m not... Fine. Maybe I am. But I can''t risk what happened to every person I''ve ever cared about happen to these people as well!" "Why?" "BECAUSE HE WOULD STOP THIS!!!" roared Death Leopard, who proceeds to fall to his knees. "No... I don''t define him... he... he defines me... Free him." "Boss... That isn''t a good idea," said Machinehead. "He''s depowered. I can take him." "You... sure...? He''s in a berserker rage... All-out... Depowered but... The Wrath of... God is in him..." said Slipknot. "FREE HIM!!!" roared Death Leopard. They unchain Beatle, carefully. "Miguel. Listen-..." Beatle grabs Death Leopard''s face and throws him to the ground as Death Leopard lands and slides on his feet. He is thrown into the old warehouse where they are, causing the newly-made sprinklers to activate and sprinkle water all over them both. Blue blood splatters just about everywhere. "Beatle. LISTEN!!!" Death Leopard blasts a quick punch only for Beatle to catch his fist and break it. "900 years of training..." said Beatle, angrily. "900... years... training... And you can''t even throw a real PUNCH!!!" Beatle headbutts Death Leopard to the ground. "Beatle... Calm down," said Death Leopard. "Can you not be the Joker for once?" Beatle punches him in the belly several times but Death Leopard blocks, but Beatle manages to slit Death Leopard''s wrists vertically through perfect precision and kicks him away as Death Leopard screams in pain. Death Leopard tosses several smoke bombs in front of Beatle as Beatle charges through it and slams him to the ground. The Slayers try to save their leader but Death Leopard holds his fists up. Death Leopard stands right back up. "Listen. You were right. Just... please calm down... Beatle... BEATLE!!!" "All... Hail... MORNINGSTAAAAAR!!!" Beatle takes out his blaster and shoots Death Leopard in the chest over and over as Death Leopard''s armor chips away despite its absorbent properties. "Beatle. Calm... The fuck... DOWN!!! STAND DOWN!!! IF I WANTED IT-!!!" Death Leopard''s knees are snapped backward as Beatle dropkicks his kneecaps and beats him over and over again. Death Leopard injects a serum into his body that regenerates his body. He tosses some Beyblade-like weapons that cut Beatle all over but Beatle keeps on charging and beating Death Leopard. "Beatle... Stop..." Beatle beats Death Leopard over and over again. "STOP!!!" Death Leopard, bloody-blue all over and gagging with blood. "YOU''RE BETTER!!! FINE!!! YOU''RE B-!!!" Beatle hammers him to the ground as Death Leopard goes limp. The Slayers attack but Beatle grabs some of Death Leopard''s gadgets and tosses the powder from Death Leopard''s holster, depowering all of them as Beatle gruffly beats the Slayers to near-death. He manages to easily knock them down and beat them, moving like a treacherous monkey. Death Leopard tries crawling away but Beatle stomps on his cape and grabs his neck, preparing to twist it, but Death Leopard claws Beatle''s eye, but Beatle doesn''t care. He just keeps squeezing and squeezing, but Death Leopard kicks Beatle away as Beatle topples backward. Beatle, a completer berserker at this point, prepares to kill Death Leopard, preparing to bitch slap him, but he sees his reflection in the water... Beatle remembered when his father beat him... "I DON''T WANNA!!!" sobbed the young 10-year-old Beatle, crying while slapping his face over and over. "I DON''T WANNA STUDY!!! I DON''T WANNA!!!" "Stop it..." said his father. "Look, you little shit. I have WORK TO DO!!! WORK!!! AND YOU JUST-!!!" The young Beatle kicks him in the toe and bites his finger. "GAH!!! FUCK!!!" *SLAP!!!* Beatle cries, bloody all over the ground. His father is horrified... seeing his own son... injured... by him... "No... That was an accident. That was-..." Beatle tries crawling away, just like Death Leopard is right now... Beatle stares at his reflection in the waters. Beatle gulps. "No... I''m sorry, Daddy!" Beatle falls to his knees. "I''M SORRY I WAS A BAD BOY!!!" "What... the fuck...?" asked Slipknot. Death Leopard tries to stand up, but can''t. "Help him... Destress... him..." said Death Leopard, as the Slayers grab Beatle. "G-G-Gently..." They pat his back. "Hey. Migg-... Miguel..." said Slipknot. "Easy, there, bud." "It''s okay..." said Lamb. "You''re going to be okay." Machinehead just pats his head. Beatle just cries, having a panic attack. The same feeling. Numb left arm. Blood gushing through his fingers and his face. Beatle''s episode, a tragic one, leaves him the true one who lost here. Beatle wails, beats his face, and screams in anger. "Stop it! You''re scaring the kids, kid!" yelled his 5th Grade Teacher. "What''s WRONG WITH YOU?!?" "YOU''RE A CREEP!!!" "MONSTER!!!" "FREAK!!!" "WEIRDO!!!" Beatle keeps having a panic attack, terrified by everyone and everything around him. "You''re okay..." said Sabbath, hugging Beatle, as his heart began beating slower, and slower. "I''m... not... okay..." said Beatle. "You are now, okay?" asked Sabbath. "I can''t... depend on you... all the time, Black," whispered Beatle. "And you didn''t this time... You stood up for yourself. That''s a good thing." "I hurt... I hurt... him..." Sabbath smiles, crying. "I know... We''ll figure this out, okay? I promise!" "No promises... I hate... promises..." "I know... I''m sorry... But... Y''know what? No! I promise!" "A promise with me... is a Covenant. That''s a one-way ticket to Hell if you break it..." "I know... That''s how much I love you." Billy and Gabrielle grab his hand, as Beatle gives a gentle smile. "It''s okay..." said Gabrielle, patting his head. "Heh... You pat my head just like your mother..." said Beatle. He turns to Black... "Anne..." said Beatle, before passing out.
Broken
Aurora kept on crying and crying... in pain... But she begins hitting her head... Something she hadn''t done since she was a child... since she was corrected by her father... And she begins... laughing... And laughing even harder... Now... Beatle, Aurora, Tyrone, Anne, Chris, and Jed all sat down in the van silently while Anne''s personal nanny, Lovely, drove them to the base of the Katipunan. "Lady Anne," said Lovely. "We are nearing the warehouse where the Neo-Katipunan stays." "Uh-huh," said Anne. "Yeah... Thank you." The four just quietly rode the van. "Uhm..." said Jed. "Hey! You guys wanna hear about the schematics for our new ad?" "No," said the other four. "Sheesh... The atmosphere''s a bit..." said Chris. "Soul-crushing..." The four silently just stared forward. The van stops in front of the warehouse as the Neo-Katipneros open the gates and let the van inside. They walk outside and meet the Neo-Katipunero''s Army. "Ah... The NKA''s leader," said Beatle. "Greetings! We are-!" "You''re the Crusaders... Those... Anonymous Propagandists who had been peacefully rebelling against the system by revealing the corruption of each public official," said their leader, who looks exactly like Miguel. In fact, there are three Miguels stepping out of the shadows. "What... the Hell is going on...!?!?" asked Beatle. "Something tells me this is gonna annoy the shit outta me," said Tyrone. "We are your variants," said the first Miguel. The tallest. Named Dumwayz Today. "We have suffered... Lost our worlds because of the foolishness of our President... We lost our versions of Aurora... We have been sent here by an unknown force after our worlds were destroyed... and became revolutionaries against your President... Trying to prevent things from happening." "The... Multiverse is real!? How is this possible!?" asked Beatle. "It''s possible because God decided that our worlds were failures. Destroyed it. Looped it. Created various versions of the same world in a cyclical nature until your world was created. Ours are long gone," said Dumwayz. "This is the 77th World. Mine, sadly, is the 69th. These are the other Messiahs of those worlds. This is Mars. The Speed Devil. God of War. His world is the 66th. And that is Goo Goo Dolls. His world is the 55th. I... have since overthrown these two in this world. We ask you to join us, Beatle. All of us..." Suddenly, the soldiers, all holding guns and guerilla weapons, take off their masks, revealing that they are all Miguels. "Clones..." said Goo. "Each given our blood... As long as the three of us live, we can inject our blood into any person and they''ll become... Us..." Beatle backs away. "Whoa, whoa... The NKA Rebel Army... all of you are masked... because you''re all ME!?!?" "Join us, Beatle," said Goo. "We believe you are of sufficient use to us with that... resolve of yours." Mars just stares at them, menacingly. "Join us," said Dumwayz. "Join the NKA. We have been fighting for our rights for years... Recruiting... Turning them into one of us..." "This... is wrong..." said Beatle. "You took away their identities! Their freedoms! Their autonomy!"You could be reading stolen content. Head to Royal Road for the genuine story. "SILENCE!!!" yelled Dumwayz. "Don''t join us, we''ll be forced to kill you... and transfer to the next Cycle. We haven''t been doing hit-and-runs and guerilla tactics for SEVENTY-SEVEN CYCLES FOR YOU TO RUN AWAY!!! We... are offering you... the Power of God! The Infinite Miguel Ibarra." Then, it is revealed that their soldiers are much more numerous than their peaceful army. Theirs are around hundreds of thousands of rebels, all having guns in the MASSIVE underground warehouse. "HEY!!! HOW... DARE YOU WALK AWAY FROM THIS, Aurora..." said Dumwayz. "You people..." said Aurora, as she is blocked by two tall Miguels. "You people are fucking cowards. Look at you... hiding... like COWARDS!!! ''Hit and run?'' ''Guerilla tactics!?!?'' What are you? COWARDS!?!? You''ve been doing it for 77 CYCLES!?!? If you really do have the ''Power of God''... YOUR... HIGHNESS... Then why don''t you face me now and show me what you''ve got!?" "How dare you insult me..." said Dumwayz, taking out his weapon, his staff, preparing to blast magic. "WELL!?!? I''ve killed Auroras before..." "Really? Well, luckily, you''re my first!" she smiled. "Pwease be gentle!" She proceeds to headbutt Dumwayz as he crashes down. Dumwayz blasts his staff at Aurora over and over. Aurora slaps the magic spells away and dropkicks Dumwayz. Aurora beats him down over and over. "KEEP GOING!!! DO IT!!! SHOW US WHAT YOU REALLY ARE!!!" roared Dumwayz as Aurora beats him over and over. Finally, Dumwayz gets a scar on his left eye as Aurora pops it into pieces. "AURORA!!!" roared Beatle. "Stop... Calm... down..." Aurora roars, where suddenly, her trident forms from her palm and she grabs it, brushing her fingers over its handle. Beatle is horrified as Aurora points its prongs toward Dumwayz''s throat. Dumwayz is terrified. "W-W-W-W-WAIT WAIT!!!" "RURU!!!" yelled Beatle. Aurora sneers and ignores him, psychotically with an unhinged look and twitchy eyes. "Bear witness! COWARDICE!!! This is your SO-CALLED LEADER?!!? THIS... IS YOUR PATHETIC LEADER!?!? NAY, I SAY!!! You call yourselves God, but who better to challenge God than THE ADVERSARY HERSELF!?!? The... Morning Star..." she sneered. "I OFFER YOU A BETTER WAY OF FIGHTING!!! WE MARCH!!! WE HUNT DOWN AND KILL EVERYONE IN MANILA!!! AND SHOW THEM WHAT IT MEANS TO SHOW THE STRENGTH OF ALL MAN!!! THEY TREATED US LIKE WORMS!!! SLAVES TO HARVEST THEIR FRUIT!!! SO LET US BE THE SERPENT AND FORCE-FEED THE FORBIDDEN FRUIT INTO THEIR THROATS!!! NO LONGER WILL WE PERISH UNDERNEATH THE FEET!!! BE... Betrayed..." she turns to Beatle. " Instead... WE CAUSE SOME CHAOS!!! ARISE, MY ARMY!!!" The NKA warriors cheer for her and scream for her strength as she cackles psychotically, horrifying Beatle and the others. Aurora laughs only for the American government to slam into their gates, causing the NKA army to continue fighting. "Aurora!!!" yelled Beatle, terrified. "AURORA!!!" Aurora, however, bloodthirsty and psychotic, finishes off the entire portion of the of the army with a single strike. Amazed by her power, the trio of Miguels join her by her side. "ALL HAIL... AURORA!!!" roared Dumwayz, as he blasts them with magic. Mars skates around while a trail of lightning leaves his body and masterfully cuts down several of the soldiers with his vambrace blades. Goo immediately blasted at them with his twin pistol blasters. Amidst all the chaos, Beatle and the others hide back in the van. "Jed," said Beatle. "Can you make a virus for me that allows me to hack into any electronic in the Philippines?" "Are you some kind of idiot?" asked Tyrone. "You need at least twenty years to be able to-..." "Then give me those twenty years," said Beatle. "Tyrone, come on... I believe you''re the only one smart enough to think of something for us to be able to do this!" Tyrone sighs. "This place has a radio system, right? If... I can redirect the radio signal to enough satellites... I DON''T HAVE THE EQUIPMENT!?!?" "We''re in Manila, dude!" yelled Jed. "We could totally hijack the entirety of the Philippine TV!" Meanwhile... in a Telenovela... "You... SLEPT WITH MY MOTHER-IN-LAW!?!?" asked the woman on TV, as the silly telenovela theme plays, only for the Crusaders to crash into the Telenovela screening. "I know, I know! I''m ruining the finale of Walang Katapusan! I KNOW!!! But... I uh... Ahem..." Beatle begins to feel terrified. "Want me to handle this-?" asked Anne. "No..." said Beatle. "I... am the St. King. What you''re seeing on the screen right now..." said Beatle, as Jed and Chris sent the schematics. "...is Narciso''s plan to rule over the Philippines with an iron fist. He was planning to sell parts of the Philippines... tricking you into believing how he-..." Anne whispers something into his ear. "No technical shit. Keep your cool. Keep it... entertaining..." "-...No one wants to hear the bad things..." said Beatle. "The Philippine Entertainment is only focused on the good. On the happy. On the beloved. To escape reality. That... is happiness. And Narciso took that from us. He gave us Martial Law. He took away our freedom. He took away our self-respect. Our dignity. And made US look stupid for it. It''s time for us to stand up... for our autonomy, our lives, our respect, our freedom, and our equality. Our equity... Something that was abused by the government for years to benefit THEM!!! And this proves that Narciso took that from us! IT''S RIGHT on the screen! And go on! We might feel like bickering... believing in our own opinions... But JUST FOR ONCE... We must stand together!!! As one people... For One God... And for ONE NATION!!!"
Aftermath Beatle St. King is given his favorite by Black: Milk. "You still drink that?" asked Death Leopard. "Every time I do something wrong, the whole world ignores me. Hell. You love Batman so much the first time you called me out you practically based it on Murray''s speech in Joker." "No, I didn''t." "Yes, you did." "NO-... *sniff...* I''m sorry." "You helped me. Why?" "I... realized... I began sounding like my father." Beatle just stares at him. "Why the hell are you staring at me like that?" Beatle apologized immediately. "Sorry." He looks down. "I stare. It''s a part of my condition. Forgive me." "You shouldn''t use your condition as an excuse all the time." "Then what should I say? ''Sorry. I just stare because I liked what I see, but I clearly don''t see anything at that very moment.''" "You just described a man who becomes blind every now and then." "Then if you were at my place, what would you say?" "I''d just apologize and look away." "And that doesn''t bother you? That every day, someone always accuses you that you''re doing something wrong? That someone criticizes you all the time and you have NO EXCUSE whatsoever? Soon, people will judge you. Call you names. A creep." "The world won''t adjust for you." "I know. Then why would I adjust for you? Why can''t I just be... me...? What''s wrong with that? Hm?" "Absolutely nothing." "Hence... Don''t ever tell me to adjust for you. I''ll adjust as I please." "Like you did with Black?" "Black was different... I didn''t know what she was playing at. She confuses me." "She pities you." "Indeed. Why?" "Because she loves you. In her own way, at least. Maybe not romantically, before. She feared you. She feared what y-... Who... you are..." "That makes no sense to me." "Mmph... Think of it... *sigh...* As Transformers. What do you think you''d feel if you were in one of those movies?" "I''d have TO LOOK AWESOME!!!" "Exactly. So?" "Ohhh... That''s how she feels every-... Huh..." said Beatle, facepalming. "Wow, Tyrone! You might be autistic." "Very endearing, Beatle," said Death Leopard. "Something''s wrong with me," said Beatle. "Stop saying that. Please... We''re getting tired of you saying that. Because you look like a sad, sad puppy." "Well, I can''t. The voices keep telling me that!" "The... ''voices?''" "Not LITERALLY! Like... It''s like a worm... An earworm! A song playing in your head over and over like a broken record but THAT''S ALL IT SAYS!!! Sometimes it slips out, okay!?"Unlawfully taken from Royal Road, this story should be reported if seen on Amazon. "I understand." "I know you all have problems, BUT BOY, I HAVE A LOT MORE-!!!" "I get it! I''m... sorry all those things happened to you... And that you had to endure... so much... But you have to look at things... um... better than you usually do. Sure, there''d be missteps... We don''t understand you, after all... Not all the time... but that''s okay! We''ll... be supportive. For once." Beatle smiles. "Are we best buddies yet?" "Don''t ever call us that." "Nah! Only best buddies talk heart-to-heart like this!" smiled Beatle. "What about me...?" Sabbath pinches his ear as Beatle grunts. "Ow! Ow! Ow!" yelled Beatle. "Sorry. You''re great, too. And, yes... I... care... about you." "Say it!" yelled Sabbath. "I FUCKING LOVE YOU, BITCH!!!" growled Beatle. "Hahaaaa..." smirked Black. "WHAT ABOUT ME!!?" yelled Billy. "AND ME!?!?" asked Gabrielle. "AND US!?!?" asked Panthera and Green Day. "Fine. I love you guys, too," said Beatle. "And us?" asked Slipknot, along with the Slayers, who are carrying flowers and in clown makeup. "Guys... what the fuck?" asked Beatle. "Eh... Told ''em you liked clowns," said Death Leopard. "*GASP!!!* You know me so well!" smiled Beatle. The scene zooms out, revealing they''re all in the jeepney bus being driven by Led Zeppelin. "Master Sabbath," said Led Zeppelin. "I believe the enemy is inbound." "Great," sighed Sabbath. "Sweeties?" she turns to the pair. "What''s up," said Beatle and Death Leopard. "My children, you dolts. Neither of you are quite there yet," said Sabbath. "Ugh..." said Death Leopard. "*GASP!!!* Throuples Counseling!" smiled Beatle. "Hahaha! Alright, bitches!" sneered Sabbath. "CRUSADERS!!! REACH FOR THE STARS!!!" "Wait, SHE''S your leader?" asked Death Leopard. "Commander, actually. What? You thought I''d be able to lead these idiots by myself? Zeppelin. Please stop flipping me off. Keep your eyes on the road." Rasputin Romanov smiles and dances on the platform that ascends to the sky upon a gigantic pyramid made of debris from various destroyed cities of old. He dances as neon lights shine from below as he dances to the music, baby. He dances and sings to Rasputin by Boney M and makes himself look good. The pyramid rumbles. The smell of Vodka musks the air. The taste of Wintergreen oil could also be detected by their tongues merely by opening their mouths. "God, that is a lotta Wintergreen," said Green Day. Rasputin Romanov laughs as he shows off his pectoral muscles by flexing his arms upward. "What is wrong, Crusaders? It seems you are too late!" "ROMANOV!!!" roared Beatle, leaving the jeep. "I think you''re forgetting who I AM!!!" "Yeah! The durak who GAVE ME THIS POWER!!!" He humps the air. "Ugh! I remember when I did this with Kim J-!" Beatle blasts at him as the Crusaders battle against Romanov''s army of skeletons. "Behold! My Undead Mother Ruskies, American scums!" "We''re Filipinos, DUMBASS!!!" roared Beatle, decapitating several of them. Billy and Gabrielle shot at the enemy skeletons, protecting Zeppelin in the jeep. Zeppelin just politely sat down and drank some tea. "I don''t get paid enough for this job..." she said, as one skeleton''s brains exploded in her windshield, causing her to sigh out of bitter annoyance. Lamb of God just blasts at them with healing splooge only for him to cower back into the jeep. Lamb yells. "WHAT THE SHIT ARE THOSE THINGS!?!?" "Skeletons of the Soviets. They''re the resurrected damned warriors of Russia." "Damned STRAIGHT their DAMNED!!!" yelled Lamb. "Less yelly, MORE SHOOTY!!!" sneered Gabrielle, killing the Skeletons. "We shall divide the bone marrow AMONG US!!!" sneered Billy, proceeding to hum the Among Us theme. "I''m beginning to see their resemblance to your boss," said Lamb. "One of ''em''s adopted." "Nature vs. nurture, then." Green Day strangled several Skeletons and with his arms whipped them to pieces. Meanwhile, Panthera just beats them down, taking out his trusty battle axes as he tears them to pieces. Slipknot takes out his hammers and crushes their skulls each time he hammers. Black Sabbath smiles as she grows angel''s wings and begins cutting the skeletons down with her bladed wings and tossing blades from her feathers, flicking them like godly ninja stars. Beatle and Death Leopard turn to Rasputin Romanov. Romanov is shown blasting beams out of his crotch every time he humped the air. He then blasts at Death Leopard, which Beatle blocks with his stick. Beatle sneers. "Human shield?" he asked. "I fucking hate doing that for you," said Death Leopard. "Oh, right! I''m the physically stronger one here!" laughed Beatle. Death Leopard sighs. "Not gonna lie. Thank you." "You''re welcome..." Beatle spins his sticks and confidently blocks all of Rasputin''s shots. Death Leopard sighs as he prepares to shoot. Then... a flashback occurs within their hearts... While the younger Death Leopard blocked the hard objects thrown at Beatle, Beatle retaliates by blasting them with a small finger gun he made with a few sticks and a rubberband. Death Leopard laughs as the roles are now reversed, with now Beatle protecting Death Leopard while Death Leopard prepares either''s arsenal. "Got it..." said Death Leopard. "I call this weapon... The thing-a-ma-jig." "Good. NOW KILL HIM!!!" smiled Beatle, as Beatle spun out of the way as Death Leopard shot him in the face with a strange blaster he made out of scratch from his broken pieces of armor, blowing Rasputin''s brains out. Beatle smirks as Death Leopard pants in relief. "Is it over?" asked Death Leopard. "I dunno," said Beatle, as the pair looked up, seeing a portal. "What the fuck?" asked Beatle. "You said Rasputin was planning to wipe out North America with a weapon." "That... is the weapon..." said Death Leopard, as a strange warrior with a triangular helmet land before them. He has armor looking like a power ranger with a samurai mask, black cape, and blades on each arm. The being stared at them... They stare back... "What... the fuck...?" asked Beatle, as the man began walking toward them. Suddenly, with a trail of red lightning behind him, he zooms toward... The Manila War "I love you. I always will. That is a promise. I promise that one day, when bad things happen, I will be there to save you," smiled Beatle, as he hugged Aurora. "Forever and ever..." Aurora cried. "What''s wrong with me?" Beatle smiled. "Absolutely nothing." Now... Aurora marches her army toward the Malaca?ang Palace. "DINGDONG NARCISO!!! WALK OUTSIDE THE PALACE!!! OR FACE MY WRATH!!!" roared Aurora. Dingdong laughs, taking out two eskrima sticks. "I suggest a duel... Over the throne of the Philippines, let the spectacle of the fight decide the people''s true... King in Red." Aurora sneers. Meanwhile, Beatle keeps the star''s half in his pocket, folded like paper. Beatle and his new army of peacekeepers try to stop the rallying NKA soldiers, but some NKA soldiers fight and kill his own people, causing them to retaliate and fight back. Back to Aurora and Narciso, the two pace around each other like two dogs about to fight for a bone. Aurora spins her trident around as Narciso charges with his sticks. Aurora takes a swing and Narciso blocks it, proceeding to headbutt her, causing her nose to bleed. She gives high kicks and blasts at him with her trident but he slaps it away. "Thought you were the only one who got UPGRADED BY THE BLUE BLOOD!?!?" asked Narciso. "That... energy wave... That TEMPLE... Contained the blood of the Angels... That energy wave injected EVERYONE with that blood... Turned us into Nephilim. I was researching it for months until YOU TWO DOLTS TOOK AWAY MY POWER!!!"Stolen novel; please report. Aurora sneers and cackles. "You... insult me with your excuses... RESOLUTION ACQUIRED!!!" she cried as she blasted him away. "DIE!!! DIE!!! DEATHSPLOSION!!!" she yelled speaking similarly to a female Dalek. "SILENCE!!! FILTHY HUMANOID!!! ALL HUMANOIDS AND NARCISOIDS MUST DIE!!!" "What the hell are you saying?" asked Narciso, confused with her mannerism and speech. "YOU MUST BE ERADICATED!!! YOU MUST BE DECIMATED!!! YOU MUST DIE!!!" yelled Aurora, as her veins turn blacker and her hair turns blackish red along with her eyes. "What the fuck...?" asked the confused Narciso. "What is this power?" Aurora grabs him and flies him up to the top of the tallest building in EDSA and hammers his face at its top. "YOU MUST ACKNOWLEDGE RETRIBUTION!!! VENGEANCE IS AMUST!!!" she yelled, monotonously similar to machinery. "DEATH IS UPON YOU, HUMANOID!!!" Narciso tries crawling away as she prepares to blast him away. "Goodbye, Your-..." Beatle appears and manages to push her away before she even managed to shoot the shot. Aurora growls. "GET OFF OF ME!!!" Beatle growls. "Aurora... PLEASE!!! I-!!!" Narciso takes the opportunity and crucifies Beatle by crossing his sticks together, causing him immense pain. "NO!!!" yelled Aurora, crying as she stabs Narciso. He lets go of Beatle and Beatle lands in her arms. Beatle bleeds in his limbs. Aurora begins crying, but then... a dark thought enters her mind... She continue crying, however. "You''re so... beautiful..." Beatle smiles gently, only for him to feel a piercing hot white pain in his heart. Aurora had stabbed him there with her trident. She lifts him up. Beatle begins to cry, not out of pain, but out of heartbreak. "Wh-What are you-!?!?" he gasped, trying to speak. "I''m sorry, Beatle... But I can''t trust you anymore..." "I love you... " said Beatle. The others reach the top of the building, seeing Beatle dangling form her trident. Anne begins to cry. "MIGGY!!!" she sobbed. "I-I-I-I... Love... Y-You..." whispered Beatle, crying. "No... you never did..." Aurora drops him from her trident as Anne tries to jump after him but Tyrone stops her. Jed and Chris cry for his name, but he... fell... St. King vs. Morningstar Beatle opens his eyes... and sees... an Eye... "The Angels have caught you..." It spoke ominously. "Do you wish to return?" Beatle tilts his head to the right. Meanwhile... Aurora slaughters the remaining soldiers as Narciso cowers away, trying to survive only for Aurora to grab his face and tear his head off, tearing his spine out as well as blue blood bathes the people below. "NO LONGER WILL WE GROVEL AGAINST THESE POLITICAL DYNASTIES WHO SHAVED OUR RESOURCES FOR THE ENEMY!!! I SHALL GIVE YOU A NEW AGE!!! ONE DEVOID OF KINGS!!! I, AM YOUR NEW QUEEN!!! ARISE, MY ARMY!!!" They cheered. The Eye spoke. "Miguel K. Ibarra. You have been nurtured with abuse but you chose to stay good... stay humble... stay kind... stay genuine... stay integral... and all this time you have suffered... But you stayed with the belief in change. There are moments where you allowed your feelings to overshadow your heart... But... We believe it is time for you to become what you were always meant to be..." "I... AM..." Aurora lifts her fist up carrying Narciso''s head. "MORNINGSTAAAAAR!!!" "And the Word was made Flesh. Now, dwell, Beatle... St. King..." spoke the voice, as he gains his armor, star on his chest, and iconic cartoony goggles and trench coat. Meanwhile... on Earth... Aurora just psychotically cackles. "DESTROY... EVERYTHING!!! CHAOS IS A VIRTUE!!! ERADICATE ALL!!! ERADICATE ALL HUMANOIDS!!!" She cackles while she blasts down several buildings, toppling them down and killing hundreds of innocent people. "HYEAHYEAHYEAHYEAHYEAHYEAHYEAHYEAHYEHAYEHYAEYAHYEA!!! KRRYYYYYYYYEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!" Suddenly, Anne grabs her hand. "It''s OVER!!!" Anne cried with tears. "It NEVER... WILL BE!!!" roared Aurora, as she slams her to the ground. "AS LONG AS YOU STILL LIVE!!! EVERYONE OF HIS BELIEVERS!!!" Aurora tries stabbing her only to be blinded by Tyrone''s smoke bombs where he punches her and handsprings around to dodge her blasts. Chris punches her but is kicked away with ease.The narrative has been stolen; if detected on Amazon, report the infringement. Jed stretches and tries strangling her but she just knocks him down with one punch. "ALL HAIL..." yelled Dumwayz, as the trio attack several innocent people. "MORNINGSTAAAAAAAAR!!!" Aurora fought ferociously, clawing Anne over and over practically mauling her. "WHAT''S WRONG!?!? THINK YOU''RE BETTER THAN ME, NOW!?!? HUH!?!!? HAYEHAYEAHYEAHYEAHYEA!!!" "Hey," said Beatle, behind her. Aurora''s eyes widen and quiver. "I really am insane... You should''ve stayed burning in Hell." "You broke my heart," said Beatle. "Surely you aren''t Beatle. Beatle would never have THAT level of self-RESPECT AND ACKNOWEDGE HE HAS FEELINGS!!!" "Well, you did. You failed... me..." said Beatle. "Yeah... but I didn''t fail myseeeelf!!!" she said, singsongy. "You... kinda did..." he said, with his voice breaking. Aurora blasts at him, smirks as the smoke filled the air, and walks away, preparing to kill Anne. "Now, where were-?" Aurora is slammed in the face by Beatle''s new eskrima sticks... forged from the Spear of Destiny. The Star Emblem on his chest shines like new. "THAT''S your symbol? Kinda derivative of MINE, Don''tcha THINK!?!?" "Yours is derivative OF MY HEART YOU FUCKIN'' BROKE!!!" "You broke mine first, YOUR HIGHNESS!!!" She cackled and swung at him as shockwaves occurred. He flies up and slams his sticks into her face, causing her to slam in each building. The shockwave was so powerful the glass of every building in the entirety of Luzon shattered. Aurora screams as she slams into the mountains of the Cordilleras. She flies back toward him and hammers her trident into his face and kicks him over and over. However, Beatle blasts at her with his Super Curly Laser Beams blasting out from his eyes. He grabs her and wrestles with her as she cackles and tries sucking his Soul with her gaping round mouth with various fangs and needles protruding inside. He grabs her face and slams her face in the ground. They exchange strikes, as Beatle gains... his red hair and eyes... God Mode Level 1... Aurora growls as she tries to compare to Beatle but she couldn''t. She blasted on punch but Beatle immediately kicks her away with ease. He grabs her face and slams her into the ground over and over again before crashing back into EDSA. The Triumvirate attacks Beatle, who easily swerves and weaves away from them. He kicks Mars away and knocks him down. He beats up Goo and he uppercuts Dumwayz, slamming Dumwayz into Goo''s face. Mars comes back to try and decapitate him but Beatle weaves away and knocks him down. Aurora roars as she blasts at Beatle over and over with her trident only for Beatle to slap her in the face, causing her to fall to her knees, tearing up. "We''re through," said Beatle. "You have betrayed the nation and all its citizens. I offered you a better path... A path... where you''d be understood by others... but you chose... this. You took my heart, took something special from me, and you tore both to pieces. You have betrayed God and His people. *voice breaks* And you betrayed me. You betrayed... me... Why?" "You betrayed me first..." "I chose you, Ruru." "You don''t get to call me that anymore." Beatle breathes in and out. "Goodbye, Morningstar." "Goodbye, Your Highness..." Aurora flies up. "ANTICHRISTS!!! AFTER ME!!!" she growled. Beatle sighs. "Welp... We just did a Transformers One, didn''t we? Fuck..." The Gospel Truth "Oh, how wonderful it is..." said Aurora. Aurora and her army began to grow bigger and bigger. Beatle and his army grew bigger as well, but half of the Filipinos were pitted against his half. While Beatle fought for control over his Kingdom, Aurora ingeniously created business and trade deals with other nations, eventually building an economic empire. Her underground empire grew larger than Beatle''s Kingdom, and eventually, she crushed his nation. Each surrounding South East Asian, South Asian, East Asian, and Oceanian country fought him and eventually fell his nation. Aurora established her new capital upon where they both grew up together, Baguio.Stolen content alert: this content belongs on Royal Road. Report any occurrences. Aurora and Beatle fought for almost 900 years... And each year was worse than the next. Eventually, the Crusaders of Christ were a mere portion, having no territory, and were forced to be banished into the wilds of Asia, some reaching the New World. Chris became Panthera... Jedan became Green Day... Anne''s maid became Led Zeppelin... Anne became Black Sabbath... BSK Season 2 Epilogue... A man who looks similar to Beatle walks out of a portal. His eyes are purple. His overalls are gray. He has a blue hoodie. He has an ankh brimming on his chest rather than a star. He began whistling, humming a song from a Japanese anime. He humoriusly skipped and skedaddled while he walked around the beautiful icey lands. "Nueva Yorca be bustin''. Wot da hell happened here?" "Willy mamili syang makapili tamgina nya kasi sya''y namimili ng Pilipini..." he sang. "You there, Pro?" "Yeah huh... I''m in the Apoc World. Place is seasonally colder. Hope the mission''s successful, Reapz." "What even are you doing there, Pro?" The man smokes his cigar. "Gonna meet my old master..." "Another MIGUEL!?!? How the hell have I never heard of this!?" "I taught ya everything ya know, but I didn''t teach ya everything I know." "Welp, whatever. Got a kapte here. You need him for directions?" "Nah. Let Dave just hang there a sec." The man warms his hands by rubbing them together and breathing heat into his palms as fog leaves his breath.Enjoying this book? Seek out the original to ensure the author gets credit. "Hay Naku... What the hell are you planning?" "A masterpiece..." The man walks toward the horizon to warm himself with the rays of the sun. "Y''know that one guy who repeats things over and over again like a broken rec? That''s you, kid. Now quit buzzin'' in my ear, Professir Joe." "WHO!?!?" "Joe Mama." The man deactivates his earpiece and walks toward the horizon. "Oh dear God. Someone play either the theme from the Thing or the theme from Ice Age... IT''S SO GODDAMNED COLD!!!" He yelled out into the cold desert wasteland as his voice echoed from within each snowflake of the massive valley. "Goddamn sundae-lookin'' dogs be drinking piss in my-... Ugh... Snow Wolves, Bears, Face Men.... All the same in this mutated realm... I think I''ll go by easily, however... I think I''ll be the Messiah the Multiverse had already expected and wanted... Yes... YES!!! THAT''S IT!!! If I manage to destroy the Splooge, I will FINALLY get to be honored once and for all!!! YES!!! This world was way less icy 5 years ago with the Bear and Face Man ordeal... Must''ve seasonally changed in terms of climate because of... Well... THIS world''s version of... Her..."T he man skips around like a child. "Well... I am currently cold, vexed, and interested in the Multiversal dynamics of this place. Been here to kill a Bear and I just LOVE eating the GI-Ants around this place! So, I say.... His name is... "Hocus pocus, motherfuckers..." sigh Prometheus, from The Blood of the Aswangs novel. Yep... This is a sequel to the Blood of the Aswang... UH... Yay! Prometheus sneers. "Somethin'' tells me I''m gonna get by just fine." Prometheus walks around like a robot. "Meep morp wekapipo... Bleep bleep bloop bloop... ALL HAIL, MEEEEE!!! YA HEAR THAT, MASTER BEATLE!?!? I AM NOW BETTER THAN YOU EVER WILL BE!!!! KRRRYEEEEEAH!!! Call it a foolish venture... But I say, I''d be home by Christmas... WAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! HUMANITY IS MY BITCH, DAWG!!! KRRYEEEEAAAAHOOOOO!!!"