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      "body": "A Thousand Lives Are Not Enough\n\n(I hope you don't mind me sharing like this, between making a living, paying more than I make a living and finding the time to write seems a struggle, as with all of us. This story has taken a life of its own since I first thought of the character, or he called out to me. I sat for a long time pondering on the perfect story to give him, since he demanded so much of my mind at the time, that I think now he can finally have some peace when the story is finished. I have never had a character is my stories demand so much attention from me. So now when I have time I will work on it until it completes and he can finally get what he is seeking. Thanks again for reading.)\n\nBack in Manhattan...\n\n\nHere I am, back again at the family home. Forty and a fair bit wiser, well since the last time I was here anyways. And that would have been when Dad died, a very long time ago . Not to be rude but I was cheering for him to outlive my mother, anyone who can stay that long with that woman is one in my books. Speaking of books they are everywhere. I have a goodwill truck coming at eleven to take the contents of the house away. I guess the quicker I get done the faster I can get out of here. Just too many memories, moments I just don't need to remember. I start marking the stuff with stickers for the movers to take and loading a few boxes of things I was taking with me to remember them by.  The house is finally quiet, I can actually hear the train that runs down from our home. Usually it was them yelling or that fucking television as background noise, to hide the sound of the train. Black and white radiation box as loud as you can turn it, usually Lucy or some other golden oldie. She use to say they lost comedy to violence on television, I was too busy laughing at Die Hard to notice. Speaking of books, what am I going to do with all the old mans books. I can still smell the cigarettes tho, the walls stained with two packs a day habit. Funny both never died from smoking. My father was shot on his way home, the police said he must have gotten in the way of a drive by shooting. My mother drowned in the tub, to weak to lift herself up. Last time I saw her she was doing just fine. House was clean and if you look, it still is. I guess she was just getting old. So much bloody nicotine on the walls, I guess I have a hard day of cleaning. She did last, my mother that is. Fought death until the very end. I figured as much, true evil never dies. Is that bad? Ah well that was the past and now I must make due with the things I have now.\n\n\n\nFirst I am selling the house and donating 65% to charity. Gentrification turned my old neighborhood into a million dollar whole foods upper class yuppy fest. Today's prices on homes is a sellers market and my friend Kwan can sell anything. Number one in New York if you believed his bus ad, bench ad, magazine ad, actually I don't think you can take a shit without seeing this man. His cousin owns the ad agency, so he tells me he gets the family discount and he does get the calls. Also he is always good at getting in at the clubs. One of the reasons why I hang with him, the other is he doesn't take shit. We first met when I was 11, and the first white person ever to walk in their New York home. Kwan is now 39 and still looking for the perfect white woman, something that still strikes heavy with his parents. They are second generation Japanese in America, and they think he should meet a nice American Japanese girl. If only his parents knew the amount of money he wastes on shooter girls and bar stars. I carry a black marker where ever I go just to ruin that perfect smile. Fuck you buddy. \n\n\nThings are a little too quiet, might as well put some tunes on. I had amazon ship her a Bluetooth speaker for mothers day. I tried to explain to her that she can take her favorite music wherever she went. It was hard trading her record player for the iPod loaded with music that I got her last year for Christmas. She used it all the time however any chance she could get she told me how records sounded so much better. My mother the hipster. I go into her room and turn on the light seeing it right away. Unopened still in the wrapping. Opening it up and setting it with my phone, I set it to YouTube and place the Bose on the counter as I start to clean. This one is for you Mom and Dad.\n\n\nI start cleaning up the apartment, my mother oddly has done a great job keeping everything perfect. The pillows are still in the exact same spot where she first put them. The couch that was never to be sat on, still with not one stain on it, looking the exact same since she bought it in 1986. I go over to the old mans liquor cabinet and find a bottle of Ardberg I bought him for his 72 Birthday. Looks like one glass was poured. Well old man, tonight we will finish it. I go and jump on the couch with my muddy boots on, the emerald green stained with salt water and dirt. I call up Kwan to confirm the deal and exactly as I figured he wanted to hit the bars tonight. I had way too much to do tomorrow to piss it away on a late night.\n\n My office is in Brooklyn, my apartment is in Newark and my life is usually on a phone behind a wheel or a computer behind a desk, and that all depends on traffic. I thought being a private investigator would be fun, chasing runaway bail jumpers and finding the big case. The one that would put me on easy street. Instead I find myself dealing mostly with stalkers and insurance fraud. Chasing a man around all day in a wheel chair waiting for him to stand or just slip up is not proud work. What did I become?  He returns to sorting through the stuff that will go to goodwill and the rest he can sell. He is donating mostly everything to a boy's shelter that let him stay the odd night when he needed a place to stay as a adolescent kid.As I open the large drawer in my fathers room, once he turned in his 60's she decided that his snoring was keeping her awake. He didn't mind, he was able to sit and read and write on the little desk that still sat in the corner. Inside was a gift, wrapped in some pages from some novel, it looked like physics. Son, I spent so often in books that I forgot to watch you grow, and now I ask...\nThe phone rings as he fumbles for the phone putting the book shaped wrapped object in his pocket.\n\nHello?\n\nGood evening sir, we heard you we thinking of selling your property, the voice over the phone says. Do you mind if we take a look tonight? Sorry, I am still cleaning the place. I don't know if you got this number from Kwan, the property is not for sale as of yet.\nYou sure we couldn't just stop in for a second? We are just around the corner, it wouldn't be a bother to us at all. No, thanks but no thanks. I heard you guys get pretty persistent, and I am willing to sell. I just need to move everything out first. Hello? Hello...\n\nAs I look at the note and stick it in my pocket, I go back to packing when I hear a knock on the door. I head towards the stairs when I hear the door getting kicked in. I go and hide behind the door. I  look through the half way open door as two gunshots fire from the downstairs tearing the wood in the door. Shards flying past my face, as I take cover I hear them rushing me up the stairs. I can jump out the window, the terrace use to hold me when I was in high school, it should be able to hold me now... I also remember my dad having a gun under his bed, he never trusted this neighborhood. As I rush towards the window he hears the guy rushing up the stairs trip on the boot scrubber that his mother made his father install, giving him just enough time to reach under and grab the gun. I turn and quickly check the chamber of the shotgun, still loaded and very illegal in New York in this day and age. I unload two bucks through the door, shredding it to nothing but hinges and flakes of wood, giving me enough time to run out the window and walk partly on the terrace before it gives way. The gunman get to the window up firing wildly just grazing my arm as I try to get up from that fall. I duck and dodge quickly as the men from the window starts shooting again. What the hell is going on! I throw the gun behind my fathers garbage cans and make it to the back alley, knowing this area like the back of my hand from all those mischievous nights with friends, I easily makes my escape.\n\n\nKnowing that Jack's place is right by, my parents old watering hole and someone there who I love and trust very much I jumped a few fences and ducked behind my old high school before running there. I know I can call the police, remembering my phone is sitting on the counter. I run to the local bar and take a back booth. Being at this place since I was just a baby the waitress brings over my usual drink and tells me its complements on the bar and Jack tells me that your money is no good tonight. As it ever was. I take a drink as a man walks in quickly inside the bar. The man looks around only seeing a handful of talking people laughing and drinking and a few lots having drinks alone, and runs back out the door. 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That was my first real taste of excitement in many years, I will have to phone Kwan and tell him to watch who he gives my number to.\n\nAs I walk out of the apartment, meaning to go there later after everything starts making sense, I  notice a black limo pulling up beside me. I stop and turn around as the drivers door opens and a young man gets out.\n\nMr Santoin would like to have a moment of your time Mr Hellick. Sorry I have no time for anyone, I need to get home and... No said the little weasel with the white smile, we insist you see him. To turn down such a offer would be a grave mistake on your part.  I remember the love he said when he used the word grave, as if this man held no life other than his own for worth. I really am... Get in the car Jorge before I have to ask you a little less kind. Okay, okay. I will jump in the black limo at night, nothing weird about this at all. I tried to step in when the guy pushed me between two sausages. Well they looked liked sausages, gym monkeys set on lifting everyday.. The look of these two you would only have to feed them protein shakes and have a big mirror to keep them around. They were finally dressed, almost as if these boys didn't come from New York. I was stuck right by the door as a man sat smoking one cheap ass cigar, something you would find at the dollar store that doesn't even sell tobacco. Probably thinks it's a Cuban. This smell will never come out of my jacket. Up front by the driver lay a blob of a man, one drunk on riches and too many cheese burgers. You can see packets of ketchup splashed on the floor, the empty packages littler every inch of floor space. Well I hope that's ketchup. Beside the dark shadow lay a man with black slicked hair and three hundred dollar shoes. Someone  you expect working for the government dealing with things governments try to forget.\nWe give our condolences to the loss of family Mr Hellick, we have heard of the tales of your father for many years now. Shame how he went. Tales of my father? Look I don't know who the fuck you are or what the hell you are talking about. If this is about the house, the house is not for sale yet.\nNo we are not here for the house. Your parents, Amel, and Caroline, were watching something for me. Something that needs to be taken care of, and we think it might have been given to you. Have they given you anything Mr Hellick, something they were watching for me?\nLook I don't know what you are talking about, I just had a fucked up night and I need a drink. Here, the man in the fine suit says as he hands over a card. If you find anything, unusual, give us a call.\nSo I'm free to go? You were never a prisoner Mr Hellick.\n\nThe limo pulls away as the odor lingers off my coat. I need to get home and get some sleep. First I. better phone Tracey. Shit Tracey, he checks his phone to see 42 messages. Bloody hell woman, I am going to have a hard time explaining this one, she is never going to believe me. He picks up the phone and gives her a call. After trying to explain what happened I ended up hanging up. I like her so much except she just doesn't trust me. Maybe it was all those old black and white movies I watched, where the P.I. would save the day and get the girl. I tried to explain that it was only a movie, that I was totally happy at home, which I was. My line of work is filled with strange hours, I am not at the club, I promise. Yes we have been dating for five months, thank you for reminding me that. Under my breath I mumble that she reminds me every month. Look I have to go.\n\nI get in my over priced 2011 Chevy Cruze, a lemon since day one. As usual they promise the world and bill you for everything. I was never one as a mechanic, most of my friends just rode the train, I  however wanted the freedom of the open road. To be able to leave and go to California and Learn to surf. Only to get shafted by a shady salesmen on a miserable rainy day. The day I got the inheritance from my father. Yes I pissed it up a tree, Vegas, women and drugs. The things you do with guilt money. So much money up ones nose. The stupidity of money in my hands. who knows I think I might have learned my lesson, having to drag myself out of the gutter with nothing to show for it except strength and a passion to actually live for once. I am doing better now, by my own hard work. My fathers life's work gone in one hell of a party. After a hour drive I finally arrive at  home. I open the bottle that I was able to salvage from all the excitement and place my coat that stinks of cheap cigars in a bag and toss it down the hallway and makes myself some dinner.  Things will get better, I  whispers to myself.\n\nThat night as I slept I had the most vivid dream. I awoke in a old encampment, surrounded by soldiers. I was in front of a map giving orders. In my hand I felt a small ball, my strength, my will was in that ball. I assigned the positions of the ranks and went to lead the charge. I was wearing a metal and leather suit of armor. Broad sword and heavy steed. The horn blared as I screamed my battle cry and charged against the opposing army. I opened my hand, a silver ball carved with small symbols shines from my palm. As I hold it tight I  get my sword ready. With the fog in the air and the hooves shaking the ground the armies met in the field. Bodies and animals collided, the stones and rocks shake from the clash of such opposing forces. Alistar my name I remember, with my glowing sphere, slashes my way through to victory. The armies are pushed back again. The people of Hills Pass Gate are safe for now. After ordering to bury their dead and tend to the wounded, I make my way back to the castle where the beautiful princess awaits for me. As I walk in the room she faces me and started lifting off her gown when the phone starts ringing. Both of us look startled, as if we never heard such a sound before, as I fight to hold the dream, to be able to just lay with this goddess... And I wake from my bed, fist sweating from it being clenched, holding that precious cargo. Cursing who ever is on the other line.\n\nWho is this?\nOh Ms Simmons, I will deliver the information you asked for, and yes sorry for missing our appointment. I can meet you still at the office? I look at his cell phone and it is blank, I remembered turning on the alarm when I went to bed and it was fully charged. As I try to turn it on when it shows no battery. Okay I will meet you at your hairdressers downtown, I will see you in thirty minutes,\nWhat, fuck do I need to get a new battery? I grab my windbreaker coat from the front closet and head off to meet my already upset client. Tracey is going to kill me again. As I walk out Tracey is by my  car leaning on the hood of hers enjoying the sun. Hey babe, I am running late, I was going to call you. Yea sure... Just you? Yea... shut up he thinks to himself, I will only make it worse. My phone is acting weird, maybe it was damaged yesterday. When you were almost shot? Yes when I was almost shot, would you like to go to the police and let them explain last night to you? No I believe you, I saw it in the news this morning, I wanted to see if you are all right. Are you all right? Yea just got a small cut on my arm, I was very lucky. Lucky my ass it was divine providence. Look not everything can be answered by Jesus. Babe I am late for a meeting and I have to to meet them at her hairdressers, I will call you after work. I kiss her and gets in my car and head off to my client\n\nAs I arrive at a dog boutique of all places I walk in the door to meet my client. She automatically starts talking about her dog.  This is Sir Alistar, my little poochie woochie. He is in desperate need of a haircut. I stop stunned and ask her again what the name of the dog was? Alistar, a name my grandfather use to tell stories about when I was a child. I am told he is a decedent of  Barbet, and such a good boy. And such a brave boy she says as she bends over and gives the dog a big kiss on the mouth. I just watched it lick another dogs ass as I gag. Here is all the information on your husband, for what I can find he is not having a affair. He rented the apartment downtown to relax in, he goes there every night after work and watches science fiction movies and eats junk food. Science fiction and garbage? He liked that trash when we first started dating, I thought with all my families influence he would have turned into a more proper gentlemen by now. Thank you for this, he will be living in the apartment all by himself from now on. Me and Alistar can have the bed right my strong boy. Here is the check. I open it to find five thousand dollars. I hope this will never be talked about again Mr Hellick? No I will never mention this again, thank you very much. If you ever need me again, and anything at all please do not hesitate to call. I will she says and good day to you sir, we must now have stairs built so Alistar can climb up into the bed. We don't want him hurting himself on such a big bed.  I walk out shaking my head, I wonder why the husband got his own place to relax. Watching those two all day would make anyone go a little crazy.\n\nOkay Next stop to watch Mr Charlie. I've been watching him for a week now, he said he threw out his back while on the job. And of course the company would rather pay me a small bit to catch his ass than to pay him out fully. Once in awhile I give a few breaks to the working families, like my last catch Ross. Hard working man and his wife got sick. He thought he could hurt himself so he could be getting paid to be at home taking care of the children and his wife. The guy was good man. A few beer a week, loved his family very much. He dressed up as a superhero every night for his boy to read a story, and brushed his daughters hair as she reads him a story. I lied and told them that he was sick and tried to help the guy out with a sob story, so they can leave the trail as it lies. One thing I learned is that not everyone is evil. It took me awhile to figure that one out. When you have a family as fucked as mine, you tend to not trust anyone, even myself. We all have our faults and I would have done the same as that man Ross, I would do anything for the ones I truly love. It is going on 11:20 and I am sure this guy is not even out of bed yet. He just got hired at a new company and hurt himself first week on the job in a major accident. The investigators are looking to see who was at fault. The man claimed he hurt his back and was not able to walk without a cane.\nI pull up to his house at 12:15 and like a gift from the gods, if I believed in them, here he is kissing this very beautiful woman... while helping her unpack  I pulled out to the side and grabbed the camera and took a few pictures. My curiosity getting the best of me I grabbed a pamphlet that this Christian must have placed on my wiper blades and got out of the car and started slowly walking to the house.\n\nHoney this is so beautiful, I don't believe you found a house and a company that pays so well. You sure you will not get in any trouble for missing work, you just got there? No, they are paying me to move everything in, I told you we, oh hey. Hi my name is Frank and I want to give you this and welcome you to the neighborhood.Oh thank you the woman says, yes we just moved in, well Charlie has been here working for the last three months while I got the kids ready for the big move. They should be showing up any hour with my sister and her husband. And you live here? No, I was just in the area and I thought I would give you the good news. Oh thanks she says as she takes the pamphlet, but I don't believe in religion. Well he believes in you folks enjoy your new home. He believes in you, tears are still rolling down my eyes. I should have went into acting, it is second nature to me. I guess ole Charlie is fucked. Thank you for making this day easy. Now to drop off the information to the insurance company and get my check and take the girl out. As I walk to my car I find a hundred blowing in the wind. Hey this is my lucky day after all. That night I took Tracey out for her favorite dinner and went for drinks, after we went back to her place. Tracey needed to work early and I am allergic to her cat so I went home and put on the new Star Wars again. This is my third time and I don't know if I like it. South Park is right, it's just filled with member berries.\n\nWith what little money I did earn from a good job a few years back and my savings, I bought myself a small house with a very new warehouse built in the back that I converted into a studio. Kwan found it for me at a very good price. I usually rent out the house however the last tenant moved back to her parents claiming that the price of school and bills was a little too much for her. Smart kid, I wished her the best. I will mail her a small gift for her once the house goes through. I have been doing the work on it for three years now, it looks like a man cave puked a library. I love history, it was the greatest thing my father ever taught me. We spent hours in the library , my father looked through books and studies always trying to find something that I was too young to understand, once I got older the more I didn't care. I once looked at his book, the one he wrote all day on. It was of leather binding, large with small delicate print. As if he was writing a novel that only he can read. I was very young and the words were too big to understand. I remember smelling it, the odor smelling of old books in a older book stores. The smell of my father. Thinking of my father, I remember the small package that he gave me. I go to the bag and dig out the small little gift.\n\nInside the box was a folded library card from the New York Public library Mid-Manhattan branch, with the location of a book using the Dewey decimal, a game we use to play to keep me amused. What is this old man... I really do not have time for games, except I am doing nothing anyways. Getting dressed I head out to the car and start to drive, as I not even get a block away I notice two cars on my tail. Life isn't like the movies, I seldom get to follow anyone or have high speed chases, let alone having people follow me. Usually it's corporate gigs, I seldom sway from the big bucks. However I do know how to follow a car, and the four, two in each car, are a couple of amateurs. Well let's see how good they can drive. Doing this drive now for the past few years, I learned a thing or two about the turns and exits. If you are not familiar with the roads, you will get lost pretty quick. Not driving like an idiot and fast enough to give these two a surprise, I head towards a series of corners, intersections and tunnels. Within 6 minutes I lost the first one, he did put up a fight, the second car knows his roads, and how to drive. I figure I will take him quickly on the highways and leave him behind by speed. The cars looked like rentals and those things are usually set with a device that stops the car from going full speed. Mine might look like shit on the outside, the engine is top within. Flying down the highway I lose him instantly, taking the smarter way, I keep the peddle just past a full blown police chase and made the long way to the library, making sure I still wasn't followed. I parked just in front, the cars looked very light and the parking was very easy this evening. I remember this place being so busy when I was a kid, right until it closed than the older kids would be playing guitar on the steps and smoking grass. My dad had a key to lock up, so may years I roamed the place while everyone was gone. Living adventures in my mind , writing my own adventures as a conquered strange unknown lands.\n\nAs I walk in I notice right away all the new work done to the old place. I knew it was built in the 70's and I am sure it needed a lot of work. Shit. I went in and headed for the spot where the book would be, only to find a new bathroom. Walking over to where the woman was working the help desk, I asked he about the spot in the catalog. She told me that the book was long overdue, and the name was Endless Cycles by Amel Hellick... Strange I don't remember my father ever writing a book. She also says that the person who borrowed the book also contained the same name as the author. Even stranger. I decide to make my way up the floor my old man use to work on. Maybe I will be able to see a familiar face, even though it has been what, twenty years? And right when I get off the elevator I see a face I haven't seen since I was a kid, Ms Davis. As I start walking towards her, her body stops and the books she is carrying drops from her hands. Oh my god, Jorge? Is that really you? Yes Misses Davis it's me, how did you know? You are a splitting image of your father, when I first met him so many years ago. You knew my dad before he worked here? Yes, she says. We were colleges in school, your father was a real history buff, always searching for something he deemed his family lost or one of your family had hidden years ago. I tried to help him with his quest and got him the job here before he lost everything chasing for whatever he was looking for. What brings you here? My dad left me this and a note, oh shit he remembers, the note. It is still sitting in his pocket. Thanks the gods he was so bad at doing his laundry. He reaches in his pocket and shows her the library card. Yes she says as she takes the card. I might just have what you are looking for, here come with me. I see you have a wedding ring on, you finally got married. I remember you as a kid fighting for your rights, How is Susan? She passed away a few years ago, breast cancer got the best of her. She was a fighter right to the end. We got married on July 26, 2011, two days after it was legal. She died a year after that. I am sorry for your loss, I said. What loss Jorge? We lived a great life with so many memories. Even through the bad we still had each other. As we walk into her room, I notice most of her possessions are in boxes. Are you leaving? Yes she laughs, I am finally retiring. Which is amazing because this is my last night, I am really just packing up. You might not have ever gotten this, as I forgot I had it. Sorry, with her sickness and everything, I did not have time to find you and than I grew old and forgetful. No please Misses Davis, I understand, and I thank you for holding it as long as you did. Well your father meant a lot to me when we were in school. He stood by me for every rally against racism and homophobia, he was a true friend. I never knew, I said. My father all of a sudden gave up doing anything after awhile and his past was something we never had a chance to talk about. He never had his head out of a book for more than a minute to ask him anything, I think to myself. She walks over and digs in a box filled with books. Here it is she says as she hands me my fathers old book. The one he spent his entire life writing into. The book I was a little jealous of. That book knew more of my father than both me and my mother could ever imagine. I grab it and say thank you. We talk for a bit as she walks me out her office, we start walking towards the window I notice the same two cars that were following me earlier, pull up beside my car and look at the library, park and get out. They must be looking for me. Thank you Misses Davis for everything, I must run now. I hope retirement does you good, you look like you haven't aged a day since I first saw you. You were always such a sweet boy. May I ask a small favor, for memory sake? Yes dear anything. May I use the back way to get out, I use to love going trough there. Sure, sweetie, you go have fun. She gives him a hug as he makes his way through the back entrance. How did they find me, he wonders.\n\n\n\nGetting to the main floor and looking to see that no one was at the doors, I quickly jump in my car and take off home. I quickly hurried up, feeling a little aggravated after tonight's experience I park the car in the houses driveway, and walked around to the warehouse. I have a fence separating the two buildings, so not to disrupt the tenants that might be living there. Once inside I look through my pants for the note that was with the gift\n\nSon\n\n I spent my life so often in books that I forgot to watch you grow, and now I must ask you to help me solve the puzzle my father gave to me. You will find everything you need in the book. I know I am close to finding what was lost so long ago. You must first have to find the book as I could not keep it with me. The more I get closer, the closer \"THEY\" are to finding me. I cannot say everything so please son, I do love you. I am sorry that I grew so far away from you. I just didn't know if you would have believed me, let alone help me. Now if you are reading this than it is too late for me, and I am sorry to leave you with my burden. I know you have always been cleaver and I know you can find it. Just remember that once you do, things always change. I wish I can tell you more, that is all I really know.\n\nPutting the note down I look at the first page. What is the sphere? The book seems to be a collection of stories from history that involve this sphere. As I go through the pages I come to a very old delicate drawing that was passed down 10 generations ago. The paper was so frail I worried about tearing it as I opened the pages. Looking at the pictures I quickly noticed it was the same sphere from my dream not that long ago. It shows great detail of the object. On the second drawing is the same sphere again with what it looks to be a open USB port. Looking closely at the details it looks exactly like one. These pages can't be as old as it says, however he has held on old paper before. And unless they spent a long time chemically aging it, the note seemed to be very old and on paper I have never seen such beautiful quality before. I stop to notice the silent alarm has been triggered at the house. Going to the cameras I see 6 men armed with handguns rushing the front door. What the fuck?\n\nI can't see what is going on inside, I can imagine their disappointment when they find the house empty. I watch them come back out, one walks over to my car and makes a call on his phone. I switch over to see the others walk the area. Two in the backyard, three looking in the buildings with flashlights. There is nothing downstairs, I was hoping one day to rent it out, if the neighborhood gets any proper zoning. They all walk back to the two cars, four jump in one and drive away, the other two drive right in front of my place and turn off the car. Well looks like I have to be replacing the door. And all this over what, dad what did you get me into?   \n\nI knew they weren't getting far, sitting like a couple oddities in a usually quiet place. I look back to the book my father gave me, all this seems just a distraction. I notice in the book is a business card, and some writing with pen, which I never saw once in the book. It said I will never hold it for them... What do you mean dad? There is a card stuck in that page, a name and a corporation I know all too well. They gouge me on insurance.  That morning I awoke with the two dummies sleeping in the car. I phoned the impound and as usual  they came right away to claim the loot. Blood sucking thieves. At least they are more reliable than the police, which doesn't say much in my neck of the woods. Once the two were asked ever so rudely to move, I went and inspected my car only to find a tracking signal, and a pretty small one to add. Whoever was following me had money, and that equals trouble that will not give up to easily. I get in the car still holding the tracking system, if I am going to throw them off it better be smart and fast. I rode to the gas station and dropped it off  on the first close to ideal car. I just stood at the waiting line at a local high priced coffee shop. Once done I left to the last clue in my dads book, a old church that was built in 1884 called The Catholic Mission of the Italian Colony of the City of Brooklyn. My father was never the religious type. He alienated us away from his family, his friends and us his family to look for something that seems right now to be utter pointless. How special can this antique be?\n\n\nAs I pull up to the address I see that the church is nowhere to be found. In its place is a medium sized skyscraper towering the neighborhood. I get out of the car and walk over to the building to see who or what it is. It was a basic lobby with key card entry. I did not see the name of my insurance company on the business list, I did however notice the design on the largest plaque on the wall. The exact same one in my dads book. I look up and notice that I have a camera right on me, I try to return out the building when I notice it is locked. I give it a slam and the door rattles a bit. I step back proceeding to give the door the full weight of my body with some force when the door opens on the other side and a beautiful woman walks out. You do not have to do that Mr Hellick, we only would like to have a minute of your time. Just her voice made me stop. Long hair, casual but relaxed outfit, beautiful face. Excuse me do I know you? No Mr Hellick but I know you. Look I don't know what is going on, can you just open the door. Just give us a few minutes Mr Hellick, it will be not long at all I promise you. My name is Jorge, Mr Hellick was my father. (Such a bad joke) Well Mr Hellick if you have a few minutes to spare, we would love to show you around. We? Oh yes she says, we have been waiting a long time for you. We tried to get your father to come visit, except he just wasn't the most kindest man I have ever came across. And you are? My name is Jessica Wilco, head of research for the Wilco foundation. And why have you been waiting for me? Oh you will see Mr Hellick. Inside the hall is two security guards watching the elevators and cameras of the front lobby. She presses he key card against the pad and returned it to her top right pocket. When the door opens she hits floor 17 and we arrive in a bigger room with only one guard. The guard gets up and they take me to the door at the end of the room and she uses the card again to enter the next area which consists of a large clean room, medical equipment and a chair surrounded by different cameras. All this for me, I say in a sarcastic tone. The guard is off to the side in a aggressive stance. He is not holding the gun at me directly, you do get the hint that I am not able to leave. Have a seat My Hellick, we will be with you in a moment. What if I do not want to sit? That is your choice Mr Hellick, I only ask so we can get everything done as quick as possible and you can go home. And what is it you need me to do? Behind me the elevator doors open and a man in a nice suit walks out into the room followed by four armed and familiar faces, the same guys who were following me the night before. I really did myself good here. Jorge my boy, what a pleasure it is to finally meet you. He looks over at the security guard and tells the man he can go back to his post. When the security walks out the room all four men pull out handguns. This time all eyes were on me, and all barrels.\n\nYears ago my father was breaking ground for this place, his little insurance agency was branching out and he got a great deal on a old  lot that once held a church. Within the ground they found a burial tomb filled with a small fortune and a mysterious ball. When we were looking through the room my fathers business partner saw the sphere buried within the wall and asked one of the workers to get it out. The guy using gloves broke the ball out easy enough, now when he handed it to Jack, he instantly dropped dead. Worried, we grabbed the gloves and hid the sphere and called the medics. We didn't know what we had, all we did know is that whatever it was it, it was important. With the treasure that was found my father headed a special investigation into what this was. One of the goons walks over to a cabinet and grabs a wooden box out and walks over and hands it to the man talking. He grabs it and opens the box in front of me. Inside lay the fabled sphere my father spent his lifetime trying to find. And what do you want from me? Simple Jorge all we want you to do is hold it. You just told me that the last person who touched it died, and now you want me to? What are you nuts? Look Mr Hellick we have been following the history of the sphere for a very long time. Not as extensive as your father mind you. We know that earlier generations of your family have been able to hold it, we have a portrait of one of relatives holding it close to his heart in a painting from 1642. As I said we have done our homework. The only thing is we would like to be able to control this, and terminate anything that we might find dangerous. What do you mean terminate? Not you Mr Hellick, we know from records that all you get is a small boost of knowledge. Nothing we cannot handle. Knowing that I do not have much of a choice and very much intrigued in what might happen, I sit and let the woman hook me up to all her devices. If this only gives me a small boost of smarts, what is in it for you, what do you get from this? Truthfully we think there is something more to it. We just can't seem to get it to do anything but kill people. Wait, how many people has this thing killed? Nothing Jorge, do not worry about it. Just relax and if things get out of hand we have my associate here who will remove the sphere from your hands. The big muscle walks over wearing a set of long gloves that run past his elbow. Okay the video is rolling, and now we need you to pick up the sphere. I look at it nervous, the three men lift their guns again at me. Just pick it up Jorge, you have nothing to worry about. Fuck you I think to myself as I reach out to the ball..\n\nAs I pick it up the first thing I notice is that I am not dead, or this thing doesn't work. I can see the smile on their faces that I am doing something more exciting than what was truly happening. I am sitting in a room surrounded by strangers pointing guns smiling while I fondle some old ball. I laugh out loud when their smiles faded. Are you okay Jorge? Yea sorry ,I feel nothing. As I grasp the ball a panel emerges and scans my fingerprint. Everything happened so fast I held on for a second trying to understand what was going on. The ball starts to shift and numerical numbers appear, counting down from 10 minutes. As I looked around confused I noticed the stillness of everything. Their smiles sat as pictures on a screen.With the ball in my hand I get up noticing that the people around me are still looking at my last position. Confused and feeling like I was in a room lost in some old black and white Twilight Zone, I run for the door noticing that it was locked. Knowing the only card in the area was in the pocket of that women's breast, I searched the guards until I found theirs. Leaving in this strange moment, I used the key card to open the door. It is a struggle moving the door, it is not locked, it is just heavy. As if something resisted the movement. Knowing that the elevator would be a bad idea, I make my way to the emergency stairs and start running down all seventeen floors. As I reach the main floor grasping for breath, I stumble out the emergency exit and slam the door. The countdown started at ten minutes and I've already wasted five. I run to my car and jump in and I start it it, only to find it will not start. I know it's not the car, it must be whatever this thing did. I get out of the car and I stop to look around. Over head I see a plane was passing, now stuck in that exact spot in the sky. The cab drivers face angry at the guy who must have hit his breaks too quick, the taxi nearly hitting him. A man on a cell phone stuck with his leg lifted . I walk closer to him. He has no strain in his face so he is not even noticing that his leg is lifted. To the right of me a pigeon is stuck in flight, chased off by a pug dog , who looked like he was frozen barking. That is another thing there is no sound. Even my steps don't make noise. I start stamping my feet and look up when I notice a memory locked within. A woman was walking past, one of the most beautiful women I have ever seen. I stop, I had to look at her beauty, I am mesmerized by her looks. Her face looks like the one of kindness, never having a bad thought about anyone. Her eyes the color blue so bright. Within my mind I keep asking myself where have I seen her before. As I am facing her time starts back up and she walks right into me. I quickly try to catch her as she bounces off me, I at least understood why we collided. Hey watch it, she says. Wait. Where did you come from? \n\nI am sorry about that, I just came out this building here, as I point at a wall of a building, I mean the street. I ran across the street and didn't notice. Well please watch where you are going next time. I will, my name is Jorge. My name is Iris. Like Goddess of the rainbow. What?, she said startled. Nothing. No you are right, goddess of the rainbow. My parents are history nuts. Sorry I am running late I have a job interview she says. I noticed I was still holding her as we talked, and she didn't stop me.  I have to go she says, Nice meeting you Jorge. Be more careful next time crossing the street.  I of a sudden remember that I was running from someone, I run back to my car and drove off. Knowing that my place isn't truly safe I phone Kwan and ask him if he has any place that I can lay low for awhile. After telling him five times that it is not about another woman he sets me up with a house he is sitting for a client. One of the many jobs he has.\n\nIt took me a hour to drive there, giving me enough time to not understand one thing that was going on. All I knew is that I was holding my fathers dream in my pocket. A dream I though he had loved more than my mother and me. The place is nice. A few plants, and a soft couch with a large swimming pool and hot tub.. I sit down and start looking at the object of my fathers desires.  I press my finger again on it and a piece of it opens up. I move the piece back and find a USB port, exactly as the hand drawn picture. I look around the house looking for a USB cable, noticing one hanging out a home computer. I sit down in front of it and boot it up.. When It comes on I immediately plug it in hoping for something as cool as the freezing time. Nothing. I go to the setting and computer and it is not registering. Shit.\nI notice the flat screen in the living and remove the cord from the computer and walk over and plug it in. Nothing. Huh. Not giving up I search the rooms for one of those wall USB plugins, finding one in a storage box with full of cords. Okay this must be it I think to myself as I plug it in. Fuck, nothing. It looks exactly like a USB cord. Thinking to myself, what is also the one thing that never works on a computer, my phone. I was so mad, I tried ever Samsung program and nothing. Going through the box again, looking for a cell phone charging cord. Finding nothing and remembering that I have one in my car for charging, I run out to get it. Coming back in the house I sit down and plug it into my phone. The screen goes black and resets itself. My android operating system is gone, the new start up is a system called Merlin infinity and in the middle of the screen is a large help button. I press it and a video appears on the screen with a older man dressed as a wizard starts talking. I am Merlin, I am a A.I.. that was created to store knowledge and history of the program Gaia. A virtual world created to understand humanity. I am able to answer some questions, hold time in small amounts, so not to be noticed and record the progress of this reality and the ones that came before it.\n\nWhat?\nI said I  am Merlin, I am a A.I.. that was created to store knowledge and history of the program Gia. A virtual world created to understand humanity. I am able to answer some questions, hold time in small amounts, so not to be noticed and record the progress of this reality and the ones that came before it..\nAre you having trouble hearing? I can also use braille, let me configure the screen. The phones becomes soft as small points start going across my thumb. I am not deaf, I just don't understand what the fuck you are talking about. Okay first what is Gaia? Gaia is a program created by a species known as Sieaia, a interstellar collective that searches the cosmos for signs of life. Gaia is a digital representation of your world, a program to run a experiment on how the human species ended. How can our species have ended, I am right here talking with you now? You are not really here Jorge, this is just a digital copy of your DNA found while they searched your solar system for clues. On their mission they found a lifeless planet that once supported life, through their own destruction the species known as humans left clues about their existence on a planet rich in fauna and flora and reminders of a fallen civilization yet no intelligent life. Digital copy from my DNA? Yes your DNA was found in a capsule floating in space, with their technology they were able to grow humans with their exact memories and download them on a digital copy. How many samples were found? Eight billion samples of humanity were found and stored. And what happens to the clones? After their digital copy is transferred on the mainframe, they are terminated.\n\nSo I am not real, none of this is real? It is as real to you as with everyone else here Jorge. Your experiences, your pain, your every movement is free in a program created to record your progress. Why? I do not have that information.  Can you tell me anything? Something happened, they started liking our lives, our struggles and our accomplishments. They loved our minds and the beauty we saw in everything. They love our music, our movies and stories and cultures. This period more than any other. Who we are changed their culture and we became the greatest thing to reignite a species lost on cold calculations and precision. A life of science without the need for emotion, love or sex. So, we are entertainment? Yes. What do you mean this period? This program is just over 2 million years old, we have lived countless lives over and over again to see how our actions change the fate of our species. And what are you, are you created by the, now what did you called it again, Sieaia? No I was created by Merlin. And who is Merlin? I am unable to answer that.\n\nDo you have any more questions? Yes I have millions. Do you not understand Jorge?. No I don't get it, we are just a show? Remember in the Matrix the reality was created by machines? Yes. Well how did the machines know what tastes were, what experience really was. As with the Sieaias that found your species they were a species of calculations and  logic, not emotion. They did not have the ability to understand the small details of what they found while excavating earth. They wanted to understand what make us tick. What makes us tick? So this is not real, I am not real. I just can't... What am I suppose to do, what is the point of my program? Your part has just begun if interested, now what you do with your time is up to you. You can sit here in ignorance and do nothing or you could help me collect more information, help us understand more of what is truly going on. And what should I do? We need more information, you must look for the first Atom. And what is the first Atom? It is the central core, the mainframe that all information is run through. So I need to find a Atom? Are they not invisible to the human eye, how the fuck am I going to find that? It is not a thing, it is a he.\n\nI need a drink.\n\n\n\n\nI walk to the store with a head full of questions, grabbing a few bottles just in case I need more than a few drinks. Passing by a dispensary I tip the guy 100.00 to sell me a couple grams of weed without a license. the guy looked nervous except I was very persistent. I needed something stronger to handle all this. I stop at the local store and grab some snacks and rolling papers. When I get back I go out back and smoke a big fat joint. It has been awhile, shit not since I was in high school so it hit me pretty hard. I go back in the house, my mind not so whirling with questions about my own reality. Finding out you are not real is one hell of a trip. I siit back on the couch and start asking it more questions, first is what are you to me Merlin? I was given to your ancestors long ago and in the time from then to now your family lost the orb and it ended up in the hands of that corporation. They have some understanding that this orb is like nothing that has ever been seen before. And how did my ancestor get it? I can not answer that. Whoever created me has embedded this in the program, that is all I know. So I must find this Atom? Yes, yet that is your choice, I can only record and answer questions. And stop time? Time is a illusion, what you consider time is just a series of calculations set on a continuous loop. I can only pause the program once in awhile so I do not raise attention of the watchers, the Sieaians. Are they watching me right now? No, you are only part of the program, they are watching us all, only one life gets most of the views. He has always been their favorite. This Atom guy? Yes but in this life he is known as Regan Welder. How do you know that? I found him on Facebook. Who is he, why have I never heard of him before? That is because he lives as normal as the rest of humanity, he has a small internet mark, yet he is wildly unknown. Can you tell the future? This program is always different. Each life lived has different outcomes. In another life in this endless loop, you could have been a doctor or drug addict. You are given free choice, yet the roads you walk are laid out before you. You have a choice on what road you take, just not a choice on the road itself. So I am a prisoner? Yes, well what makes you is. Your body has long been discarded. And you need more answers to help understand why we are in this program? No.\nNo?\n Than what is your purpose?\nTo find a way to get out.\n\nI put the orb down and start walking around in circles as my mind fills with unanswered questions. As crazy as this seems, something in me knows this to be true. As if my life feeling as if I was in a dream of Deja vu was becoming a reality. A alarm starts coming from my cell phone, as I walk over and pick it up. You are running out of time and must make your decision. Well since this isn't real why not. Let's go find this Atom, I have a bunch of questions to ask him. Wait, I remember the woman saying that you have given my ancestors knowledge? Not knowledge, more a insight to some of your locked memories that are imprinted on your DNA. Survival skills, and a working understanding of the world around you. And I have this? No, would you like me to transfer the knowledge I have accumulated? Will it hurt? No. You also will not understand it at first, the process of unlocking coded memories takes time. When you do, your body will have faster reflexes, and your mind will have a faster response to the world around you. Will I still be me? Yes, you will be you. Okay I said. Hold please. 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He called himself a man of magic, ha it was nothing more than parlor tricks without the help of the orb. We found a way to attach the orb to a staff and wield a bolt of light that set the skin of my enemies on fire. Since I was the only man who could touch it, it was my power to hold. Power always corrupts.\n\n\nI wake up from my sleep feeling rested and more at peace than I have ever felt before. I set off to buy some clothes and buy a ticket for Vancouver, than a ferry to salt spring. It feels strange shopping at Lord & Taylor yet I needed to dress for the part. I am sure they will be looking for me everywhere, so a total change is in order. New glasses, a suit and that makes me unrecognizable even to myself. I ask the cashier for a club car and await for the driver. The limo pulls up within one minute. Very impressive. As the driver gets out and proceeds to open the door, I notice the pile of garbage on the floor and remember the limo instantly. 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      "body": "Welcome to Èmpty 3.1 Spitting off the edge of the world...\n\n\n                                                         \n\nA young man walks through the darkened street, most citizens of Grand Canyon city are at home getting ready to move everything they own and everything they have ever known. He is heading towards a large barn like building that is built within a large rock wall, loud dubstep music blaring through the blown out speakers built into the overhang roof. A couple patrons fighting over splitting the bill slug each other out by the front door, as the two ladies with them pull each others hair screaming profanity worse then any long shoreman could ever utter. The bouncer looks on at the crowd in line, it's busier then usual but with the rest of the world jumping ship, most people have nothing else better to do.\n\nHey Zane, the bouncer says. 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She is hard and even harder on her staff.\n\nDo I pay you to stand around drinking free beer Zane?\nNo miss, he says as he quickly puts down the glass and runs through the door behind the bar and enters the kitchen area.\n\n\n\nMiss Eve walks up to Skip grabbing him by the beard. What did I say about you feeding him drinks?\nEve the boy is 16, and if you haven't looked around there isn't much of a future left for him.\nNo reason to give underage kids drinks skip.\nAt 16 he is already past middle age.\nEve pulls on his beard closer to her lips and gives him a big wet kiss.\nHe may be an adult in these times but no boy will be getting drunk in my bar.\nYes dear, he says with a sly smile.\nI mean it skip, I better not catch him again here when the place closes, last time I found him puking in the sink.\n\nThe kitchen was busy as usual. Smells of all types waft through his senses, making him feel dizzy and sick at the same time.\nThe cook was named Allen, a beast of a man.\nMore then 300 lbs of solid anger, he head is always in one bowl or another, tasting and sampling the food being served.\n\nZane get your ass back there, we are out of everything.\nYes sir  Zane says as he tries to scoot past him.\nAs always Allen gives him a cuff in the head with a dirty spoon, you better move your ass quick tonight Zane, your treading on thin ice with Miss Eve.\nHe knew that was bullshit, as hard as Eve was she was the only mother figure he had ever known.\nShe found Zane in the rubble of his family home at 8, her and skip have been taking care of him ever since.\nGet the knives and cutlery first.\nI know already, this isn't my first rodeo.\n\nFor the next 3 hours Zane worked, and worked hard.\nThe great pile was finally coming down and he was able to catch his breath.\nZane, Allen bellowed from the front of the kitchen.\nGrab the bus tray and work on the private rooms first, then hit the club afterwards.\nYes Sir!\nAnd Zane stay away from the dancers change room, trinity is working tonight and you know how she is.\nOK Allen, I won't.\n\nTrinity was his first sexual experience when he was 14, she was an older woman with a lust for young boys.\nMany say she eats them whole like a black widow, he has the bites to prove it.\n\nHe quickly runs past the girls change room and runs upstairs to start cleaning the private party rooms.\n\nThe world always ends... \nChapter II\n\nTwo men sit in a darkened room, a green light flickers a dull shine from the amount of smoke that lingers in such a small quarters..\nWe have to get to the rendezvous point in an hour, are you sure you should be drinking so much?\nThe larger man with the cross tattoo on his face snorts at the littler man with the old time specks.\nBe quiet four eyes, I am in charge here.\nWithout me, your crew will be left here and no one will be leaving...\nKnock Knock Knock\n\nThe large man gets up and walks to the door.\nWho is it?\nIt's the busboy, I am here to pick up the empty dishes.\nFuck off, we don't need...\nHold it the little man yells and walks over and opens the latch to see into the hallway.\nA young man in waiters gear and a tray stands against the other wall, holding both hands open.\n\nLet him in this place is a mess, says the smaller man to the tattooed face.\nThe smaller one pushes the bigger guy aside and lets the young man in.\nThe boy walks over and starts cleaning as the two men keep talking.\n\nDo you even know where the rendezvous is?\nYes I have explicated instructions to take you out past the old abandoned mine to the last entrance to the shaft. Then to hit 2026 on the keypad marked into the wall and wait for the elevator to open taking us down to the ship.\nYou better be sure this ship will hold all of us, or you'll have 2000 men waiting to string you up by your neck.\nI was the head designer, there is more then enough room for another 50,000 more.\nAnd you're sure that your the only one left who holds this information?\nThe little one wasn't 100% sure but he said he was anyways.\nEveryone else that knew had been killed by this ruthless man and his gang, all to just be able to save his own family, he sold out everyone he knew.\nIf he would have been able to close his mouth about the world collapsing on itself, he would still have his security clearance and would have been safely sleeping away with the first ships. But he had to warn his brother now didn't he?\nAnother knock hits the door. The young man turns to get it when the bigger man pushes him on the ground, spilling his tray on the floor.\nPiss off kid. \n\nWho is it?\n\nAll of a sudden the door blasts open, spilling shards of wood and the larger mans brains all over the room. Three peace keepers sit on the other side of the wall, using an infrared scanner to detect the movement. Zane seeing the big man fall like a slow motion scene from an old boxing movie, where the guy gets knocked out first swing, puts his arms over his head. The smaller man tries to pick up the gun that is on the side of the seat, when another bullet hits him in the chest killing him instantly.\nZane rolls on the floor, cutting his shoulder and dives underneath the large table.\nThe soldiers push open the broken door, using all of them to get the bigger man out of the way. No survivors the lead unit says, as they step into the room.\nZane knowing nothing but the taste of life, picks up the gun and fires the trigger.\n\nThe gun was a short blast, small weapon with large range. Breaking his collar bone and killing everything in the room, all three soldiers drop. Wounds crackling and clothes igniting from the heat from the shells.\n\nA loud ring rang from his ears, they felt as if they were bleeding.\nScared he stayed under the table as the flames spread from the dead soldiers to the liquor soaked carpet.\nZane. Zane!\nHe hears his named being called in the hallway.\nSkipper!\nHe hears the sounds of someone entering, when he recognized the old boots worn by skipper.\nSkipper always believed that he was going to die in his old military boots, and tonight he would.\n\nSkipper flips over the table and helps Zane to his feet.\nYou OK boy?\nZane holding his shoulder while still holding the heavy gun with a grip of death stands there shaking.\nI think so.\nWhat did you do?\nThey were going to kill me.\nGod son, your going to be the death of me. Hurry up, we have to sneak you out of here.\nSkipper hits a small button built into his collar.\nEve we got trouble.\nI already know skip, we have the whole fleet pulling up at the front door.\nHit the switch and get everyone out. Get punisher to meet me in the kitchen, tell him to be packing.\nSkipper looks over at Zane, you can drop the gun now...\n\nMiss Eve hits the security button as the gears on the walls start to turn faster, those who know the warning get up and head towards the kitchen entrances.\n\nThe squad kicks open the door as Eve puts on her best smile.\nHow can I help you today boys?\n\nThe men raised their weapons and started firing.\n\nSkipper and Zane ran down the stairs when they hear the shots and screams. \nTheir killing everyone skipper, what do we do?\nI need to get you out of here that's what we need to do.\nHe sticks his head around a corner when plaster explodes from the wall.\nSkipper grabs Zane a little tighter as he gives a small yelp.\nHurry, skipper says as he tosses him into the kitchen.\nInside men and women run into the cooler, as the food sits burning on the grills.\nSkipper pulls the cook and gives him Zane's arm.\nTake care of him.\nWait your coming with us, Zane cries.\nSkipper lifts his arm, blood stains his white smock.\nI am not going anywhere son, get to the ship, stay alive.\nSkipper closes the door, triggering the elevator to the bottom floor. \nZane's last image is skipper throwing a knife through the neck of one soldier as his dives on another.\nHe knows they have their hands full with skip, he did teach Zane everything he knew.\n\nThe elevator brought them to an storage room filled with supplies and weapons. The cook leaves Zane and runs and grabs a couple handguns from one of the boxes and tosses them to him.\nYou will need this, grab a couple clips and get ready to move out.\nWere will we go? What are we going to do?\nWe are going to board the last ship and get off this stinking planet, before we all get killed.\nWe just have to wait for any survivors.\n\n\n\n\nChapter III \nWhat the fox says...\n\nCarla knew things weren't right the moment five squad cars arrived, this wasn't a visit it was a cleansing.\nAs the officer moved in and Eve walked up to him, in Carla 's heart she saw the danger signs of the officers stance. She turned and grabbed her gun from the umbrella rack on the wall and aimed it at the soldier as he pulled the trigger.\n\n\nArt by nerium oleander\nHis glasses shatter around his left temple as his knees buckled and body starts to hit the ground. She dives over the gate and shoots two more storming into the front door, as she slides to stop Eve from falling hard on the ground. Carla holds her up to her chest, she whispers I am sorry as a tear rolls down her right eye. She hears more men running through and starts firing at everything that moved. Like dominions, the soldier fall one by one. She hears a clink as a shatter grenade comes through the front door. She leaves Eve as she lays and starts to run towards the kitchen when another soldier comes through the door with a knife in his throat. He turn as he falls on his knees and lays fire. Ducking her head she runs for the back stairs. As she reaches the door another cop comes through, she slams him against the wall and lays him out with a high kick to the temple. She opens the door and proceeds up the stairs.\n                                                                                                         \nThe girls were just getting ready for their next number when Trinity heard the first shots. She jumped up and bolted the door. We have trouble girls and it sound like they are playing my song. She walks over to an armoire cabinet and pulls out a couple assault riffles.\nLock and load!\nThe girls get up and start dressing in military armor, each grabbing their favorite weapons. Rhonda, skilled with swords. Stacey a handgun and a short blast, while Candy grabs an automatic pistol.\nLets go give them a show they will never forget.\n\n\nSkipper takes down the two men that came through the kitchen, when he hears the shatter grenade go off.\nFuck he mumbles and stumbles over to the spice rack. With his hand on the top corner of the spice rack he pushes the lock open to a rack of weapons. Grabbing a P99 and a short blast riffle, he heads towards the saloon. Peaking through the small round window at the kitchen door he sees Eve lying on the floor, still breathing. Two small E.I. hunters are scanning the area, the fall back when four more soldiers burst into the room. Three ran straight to the upper stairs while the other one walked over to Eve. No Survivors the soldiers speaks as he raises his gun to her. Skipper  barges through the door screaming to get the cops attention. Raising his weapon he he takes three shoots, all hitting their chosen target. The falling soldier takes air and fires at skipper, tearing a piece of skippers ear where a once lone piercing use to be. He slides down and picks Eve up and carries here to an emergency shoot the leads right to the bottom floor and gently puts her in.\nHe kisses her one more time and whispers for her to hold on and live my love.\n\n\nArt by unknown http://www.digital-art-gallery.com/artist/6178\n\nStacey, you check if the hallway is clear. Rhonda, flank the rear and make sure everyone is clear, Candy you come with me. The girls were able to get all the rooms clear and made sure people were able to escape. The sounds of boots clomping start to come up the back shaft.\n\nRhonda hides in the shadows of a door when the first soldier appear. With deadly skill she takes the soldiers hand off then plunges the sword quickly in his heart and swings around slicing the throat of  the other. They start firing through the door as she runs back up the hall. they have us pinned in the back, we need to get on the roof. Trinity gets on one knee as she aims down the hallway, shooting out the emergency light that were flashing on the walls, while pulling down her night vision goggles.\n\nThe three girls take the side steps up to the roof as trinity starts firing at the glowing bodies in her vision. Hurry up Candy yells while holding the door. We need to lock this and blow the floor. Taking the cue, Trinity gets up while still shooting at the darkness, groans and grunts follow each shot. She reaches the door and tosses a large banger in the hallway and locks the emergency blast door.\nThe explosion goes off taking everything in the room but the support beams. As the shocks blasts the rest of the soldiers down the stairs a lone figure walks up to them.\nPointing the trigger and firing a gun that doesn't even make a sound, he takes the last shocked soldiers out. Punisher has cleared all the remaining floors, finding skip by the emergency chute he shakes the dead mans hand one more time then lays him gently on the floor. He walks out into the night, stepping over the floor littered with dead soldiers and starts shooting the three remaining police at the scene. He strolls back into the lobby and heads towards the kitchen. Hitting the emergency code the elevator starts it familiar hum.\n\n\n\nThis flight tonight \nChapter IV\n\nZane sees the punisher first coming down the elevator, he is said to be a survivor of the great gas wars, and an ex special ops soldier for the peace keepers. He calls himself the punisher because of an old comic book Zane gave him years ago. Something about the character touched him in some way, many believe it was for the bad. But he knew all too well the pain of losing everyone.\nPunisher, what the hell was that?\nI don't know Allen all this doesn't make sense.\nThey usually don't come in guns a blazing without a reason or a warrant.\n\nThey killed two men in the private suit, they almost killed me too.\nWell your alive kid, make sure that lasts. Over on the side they hear a thump as Carla shows up from the back carrying Eve in her arms. I found her in the chute, I don't know how much time she has left. Carla looks over and tries to give Zane a smile, her mascara running down her checks from the tears.\nPunisher walks up and checks her pulse, she will be ok we just need to get her to the Doc's.\nIs this everyone?\nI heard the girls taking the roof shuttle, everyone else got out through the emergency doors.\nThis still doesn't make any sense, why come and kill us?\nWho knows and who cares. We are safe that's all that counts.\nSkip was a good man and died the way he always wanted to, but never could.\nWell we need to get out of here before the entire place burns from the inside.\nHitting a false rock on the wall a side passage opens with markers flashing on the floor to lead them out.\nLets get our things and get in line, shuttle leaves tomorrow morning sharp.\nI'll take Eve to the meds, Carla you and Allen get your things and Zane.\nYes?\nGo quick and get your things, meet us at my place at 4:00, We all will take my shuttle to the strip.\n\nWithout a fight \nChapter V\n\n\n\n\nAs the crowds gather for the boarding of the L.S. Montana a light hum comes from the lightly clouded sky.\nZane and the cook are way in the back. Punisher saw Trinity in the girls a little ways up front and went to meet with them.\nCarla left in the night and hasn't shown up yet, Zane is getting worried.\n\nThis is taking forever Allen, and where is Carla?\nShe will be here, just hold your horses.\nI hope so.\n\nPunisher and the girls arrive in line with the group, sharing hugs and stories of escape and loss of so many good friends.\nEve is going to be just fine, they have her on the medical bay list. She should be upfront or already boarded by now.\n\nIn the background the hum gets louder as the high security outposts start exploding.\n\n\nAir raid sirens start erupting from the intercoms and the people run to seek shelter. A grouping of fighters come into view in the open air. Large cannons start firing in the air, filling the sky with fire.\n\n\n The group runs to a rock overhang, Zane running in the lead, helping women in children to safety.\nAn explosion rocks the sky as a ship starts to fall in a fiery ball, taking out the main defense guns.\n\n\n\nThey are attacking the ship, everyone get down.\nAll of a sudden a explosion goes off on the large ship. The structure that holds the ship folds as the ship falls with it. A with a loud crashing sound the ship breaks into three pieces.\nEve, Zane screams as tears form in his eyes. He gets a look of rage, as he dashes from the crowd and climbs up the wall to one of the abandoned cannon guns and starts firing at the incoming planes.\n\n\nZane emptying the last of the rounds sees that a plane is headed right for him, he tries to jump out of the seat when the knife he holds on his right calf gets stuck in the turn gears of the big gun. Pulling and pulling Zane just can't get his foot unstuck when a harrier pulls just above him and unloads a folly of fire upon the incoming plane bursting it into a thousand pieces. Zane finally getting free and falls back, rolls around and lifts both guns at the ship, when he notices who is driving. Carla he yells as he waves his arms!\n\nHe leaps from the platform and climbs back down the latter to the landing ship.\nWhat took you so long?\nThe hatch opens up and Carla jumps out and gives him a big hug.\nYou didn't think I was going to leave Eve in the care of those quacks?\nThe second hatch opens up and a tired smile comes from Eve.\nZane rushes over to give her a hand out.\nYou are alive Zane says as he embraces her.\nHe looks up and starts to say sorry about Skipper when she touches her finger to his lips.\nI know.\n\nGetting the shaft\nChapter VI\n\nThe crowd gathers at the center of town. More then 30,000 people survived, all lost and confused on their fate.\nWhat are we going to do, one man yells?\nThe crowd grows from survival to fear as their options become empty.\n\nWait, Zane says to Allen.\nWhen I was cleaning the room where those men were killed they were talking about a hidden ship.\nThey were lying or it's already gone by now Allen grunts.\nPunisher, Zane says and calls him over to explain to him what he heard.\nWell then we have no choice but to get to that other ship, punisher says.\nWe need to round up everyone we can, the wounded and the weak and get them to the old mine shaft at the other end of town.\nGirls we need guns in the front, we will take the rear.\nLets get everyone together, and move out.\nZane jumps on the highest peak and raises his voice above the crowds.\n\nListen everyone, we have another way to escape.\nWe need everyone who can fight to come up front, we will need to protect as many people as we can.\nThere is another ship in a secret base on the other side of town.\nwe just need to get everyone on board as soon as possible.\nMake sure we have everyone, we must leave no one behind.\n\n                                                                                                                     \n\nThe crowd gathers what it can and the girls lead off on their small quest for safety.\nThe ground starts to shake as another earthquake hits.\nThe crowd starts to run when Zane hollers for everyone to calm down.\nThis is it a few people whisper, as the rocks on the barrier walls start falling off.\nThey escape the valley floor and head into the open flats of sand, as the town crumbles behind them.\n\nZane runs up front of the old shaft and looks for a keypad.\npressing around he finds a loose panel and opens to see the numbers.\nWhat was it again, as he fumbles through his mind to remember the code.\n2620 he hits as the pad makes a no entrance sound.\n2260 he hits again, a automated voice comes through he speaker telling him of one more chance before all doors are locked.\n\nSkip, please help me he prays to himself when he finally remembers the numbers.\n2026\nThe large blasts doors open to an even larger transport elevator.\nLets get everyone on here quick as the rumbles become stronger.\nThe large crowd gathers on the pad as it slowly starts to move down.\nFrom up above at the doors a large fireballs blasts through the opening, raining chunks of rock on the people.\n\nThe rumbling calms a bit as they emerge deep within this mine shaft floor and before them lays a large ship, something fancier then any has seen before.\n\nThis must be for the elite, but where is everybody? Carla says to Punisher.\n\nThat doesn't matter, get everyone on board and start getting them ready for cryosleep.\nI need to find another pilot to help me get this bird off the ground.\n\nHe lifts his voice to the crowd as they line up to board the ship.\nIs anyone a pilot?\n\nA sea of mumbles started in the crowd when a man comes forward with a scar above his eye and blood from his nose.\nI am a pilot!\n\nThen come with me.\nMake sure everyone is ready, and I want to all of you afterwards once we hit liftoff, as he points to trinity and the girls, Carla, Allen and Zane.\n\nThe ship lights and navigation comes on as warning light siren from the ship, warning of cracks within the earths floor.\nWe better make this quick, the punisher says to the man with the scar above his eye.\nThe man locks himself in and hit the codes to ignite the engines.\n\nZane runs up front and tells them that all passengers are being secured, they need five more minutes.\nThe pilot looks at Zane and says hold on, as he hits the firing switch.\nwe don't have five minutes...",
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      "body": "!!!!!!!!!!!!!ATTENTION FACEBOOK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!\n\nThis is not clickbait, I have uncovered a massive secret that the Government has been trying to hide from us. We are at a pivotal point in the ever changing planet we call Earth, and I do not want the reader to act in fear, so please be calm.\n\nNorth America is about to break in two\n\nI am not a scientist, or a reporter so my credentials have nothing to do in these fields, I just need you to hear me out. I have been monitoring the planet for the last 5 years since the rise of technology and access to information on the internet. I first started noticing the pattern in 2010 with the rise of earthquakes in the Oklahoma Area of the Lower South of The US. I will link the video below where you will see what I found. \n\n\n\nAs the years gained the few Earthquakes a year had become many a month. I will show you a screen capture below I took for the month of January 19 2017.\n\n\n\nRight now we are in April and the entire Ring of Fire has been lit. Almost every Volcano is active and the USGS and the media are being silent about it. \n\n\n\nThis is the screen shot I took on January 18. I started noticing higher activity than normal. I believe after years of research and a email I found, that the Fate of America will be one of a new continent. It be best guess look like this.\n\n\n\nOr this\n\n\n\nUnderneath North America is a series of magma chambers that are moving, creating new fault lines while the pacific plates push against the north american plate.\nPlease if you are reading this message, make your way into the Northen areas of Canada. Stay away from the West Coast and Alaska.\n\n\n\n!!!!!!!!!!PLEASE BE SAFE!!!!!!!!!!\n\nThis is not a conspiracy, after digging for years I found a hidden email from NASA to the USGS about fractures being noticed on the Satellites. It talks of about The New Madrid and how the fault is a lot bigger than previously thought to be. All scientists who are making these claims have been silenced and are now missing. \n\n\nAnd now I will hit send and the people will know the truth.. \n\nA man sits at a computer desk, a cork board filled with Earthquake reports, Volcano activity and seismic data fill the walls. He gets up satisfied that at least his friends and family will believe him. He has never done anything chicken little before, and has always tried to research and present the truth. He gets up bumping his head again. His place is small, a shed glorified as tiny home living. He bumps the ceiling every time and his bed is just small enough that his head and feet touch the walls. He is happy, he is on high ground and feels safe. Even thou he has a suspicion that it won't help. \nHe keeps a sealed pack and a winter wet suit by the door. He doesn't get many visitors up here, so he doesn't have to explain why such things are there. If he had the money he would invest in those new Earthquake Balls, that protect the person from the majority of the damage. No he has enough gear to get him through a tough season and the seeds to grow something new.\n\nHe goes and makes another coffee when his cell phone starts ringing. Yes Mom, he answers, reading the call display. Did you block me on Facebook? What, no mom why would you ask that? I have your name Stared so I get a notice every time you post something and when I went to it a couple minutes later it said post cannot be found. I tired finding you and you are not there. He grabs his phone and goes to his Facebook app. Just a glitch Mom, nothing to worry about. I didn't block you. \n\n\n\nI don't know what is going on Mom, let me check my computer. He walks over to his desk and brings up his Facebook.\n\n\n\nWhat the fuck is going on. Mom I will call you back he says as he hangs up the phone. He sits in his chair and tries to bring up his Youtube video he posted just before Facebook.\n\n\n\nHe goes to his main page...\n\n\n\nHe rushes to his phone and calls his brother Dylan, as he grabs his backpack from under the bed. Dylan, listen to me quick. I am at the the spot we did the mushrooms 3 years ago. Do not tell anyone you have talked to me, something fucked up is going on and I think the phone is being traced. I will be leaving it behind. Get to me as quick as you can and make sure you are not being followed. \n\nHe starts packing in a hurry, loading all his emergency supplies in the back of the farm truck. I will leave a message that I will return it he thinks, but he knows that the people he rents the property from are in Japan to visit Family. And the likely hood of him returning is becoming more unknown. Kai he thinks, I will have to message him, there could be a huge Tsunami if this happens.He loads his motorbike in the back with his Compression bow and a large supply of arrows.He gets in the truck and starts heading down the hill.\n\nAs he heads into town he remembers Thomas, the reporter from the Salt Spring Driftwood, the local newspaper. Before he leaves town and maybe the island, he must tell the story to him. He stops and gets a few more supplies and tries to show Thomas the information.\n\nI can't run this, this is all speculation and fear mongering, Thomas says. And when did you become a expert? Look read this email and tell me what you think. This was given to me from someone following my Youtube channel who says he works for the Government and they have known since 2012. They started using the media to cover the evidence. First it was booms coming from the ground at night around the Ontario region of Canada all the way to New York. This post is from 2016, but if you look they have been going on for a lot longer. News agencies have said everything from fireworks to testing explosions, to jets flying by. How can all these Mysterious booms be heard all over the Eastern region and always a excuse with no proof?\n\n\n\nHe shows Thomas a simple google search.\n\n\n\n\n\n\nThis is all the Booms I recorded in 2014.\n\n\n\nAll these spots were either called kids with fireworks, an accident or jets flying by. He looks at the man with a suspended look on his face. Can you not see it? Thomas sits back in the chair and reads over the information again.\n\n\n\nAnd this is from this year alone.\n\nHe gets up walks out of the room as Thomas looks at the screen. You can believe it or not, I am not sticking around to see if I am right. I am heading to more higher ground, I would advise you do the same.  Look I have always trusted you, but people will laugh at me if I try to print this. Steve are you listening? \n\nHe walks out of the office and heads to his truck. He stops by a payphone and calls Dylan again. Brother grab what you can, this is a emergency, grab Chandra and your guns, we need to be ready for anything. He hangs up the phone and jumps back in and drives towards the abandoned cabin his brother and him found while tripping out in the woods. \n\nDylan shows up with his girlfriend and Mami, this cute Japanese friend of Chandra's. The girls brought food and beers and proceeded to light a camp fire and roast marshmallows. So let me get this straight, a Earthquake is coming that will do all that you say will do, and you think this will happen because they suspended your Facebook and Youtube accounts? Chandra laughs. You do post some crazy stuff, maybe they were tired of your shit also. \n\nDidn't you read it? He looks at Chandra. No I don't follow you, you are always posting those negative stories about the world. It was bringing me down. I can still be friends on social media without me having anything to do with your conspiracies. Look they are not com... Wait do you hear that? No, they say. It sounds like a helicopter, quick put out the fire. They start laughing, man calm down you are losing it. Okay he says as he sits down with a nervous laugh. Maybe I am getting ahead of myself. Mami screams as her marshmallow lights on fire, the girls quickly rush to put it out when a helicopter comes up over the hill and shines a spotlight on their camp. Do not move, comes a voice from a speaker on the helicopter. We have thermal imaging and a team circling you now. The girls panic and the marshmallow hits the ground. Steve looks at Dylan with a expression of fuck. There is no where to run, the place is small and they are trapped like rats in a cage.\n\n\n\n\nChapter 2 The Awakening\n\nCaptain Wilder was use to following orders, use to doing the bidding of his superiors without question. That is why they always had chosen him to do the dirty work. His job was to destroy secrets, to hide the dirty trails his governments leaves in their wake. He was very good at his job, for most of it anyways. Over the last few years he has been doing some work that even he questions. He feels there is something they are not telling him, and the more he eliminates his superiors enemies, the less he knows. He is getting a picture in his mind, he sees the movement of high class people and whole military bases moved to Northern Canada. The excuse was monitoring the environment and Russia's attempts at taking the arctic. Both stories he laughed at inside. This right here is another example of those weird occurrences. It was made top priority to find and capture some guy in a small island in the West Coast of Canada without the Canadian Armed Forces finding out. It was easy, yet still questionable. What does this person have, and why does a Dr Collin Kerpatrick need to see him first before we eliminate him. And what does this guy know to get such attention? \n\nCaptain, the pilot says over the headphones. We found four people, two men and two women. We are touching down a half a mile down. You won't need to hurry, we have a drone monitoring them. Half a mile? Sorry Sir, this is the best place we can land, unless you want to jump? No, take me down. I could use the walk. The helicopter lands and Wilder and three grunts make a path towards the area. As they walk he pulls out his cellphone and does a quick google search of the name Steven Ashton and finds nothing. Looks like they already have taken his fingerprint off the net. When he reaches the top he finds all four already in cuffs. The girls we holding strong and one of them was yelling about his rights, ha, what rights. \n\nListen I don't know what you want, I only posted something on Facebook... I don't care what you did, the captain says. I am Captain Franklin Wilder of the US Military and you are under arrest. All of you.\nWait, they didn't know anything, Steve shouts. This is my fault, I am the one who posted about the Earthquake. What did you say as Franklin gives him a quick stare. The grunt at the side grabs his riffle and slams the butt against the guys head, knocking him out. What the hell did you do that for private? Orders Sir, they are not aloud to speak. His friends try to help him as the men lift them up and lead them down to the helicopter. We better make this quick, I know the Canadian military has lost most its funding, they are still as quick as ever. The prisoners are gagged and loaded. We will take them to Obama's summer camp until the questioning is over. Is there somewhere you want to be dropped off Sir? It would be our pleasure. No, I will make sure the prisoners and dealt with and catch a ride from there, thanks men for another amazing job. Steven slowly wakes up. He feels something in his mouth, and his chest is strapped. He sees the ground start to lift as he whips his head up in fright, only to pass out again from his head wound. \n\n\n\n\nSteve wakes up in a cold cell alone. His head is pounding, he feels crusted blood stuck to the side of his face. They didn't even have the decency to clean him up. His cell was simple, just a toilet. Which the water was somewhat clean. He flushed a couple times before rinsing his wound in the toilet. Feeling even colder he sits back on the cot, trying to reflect what brought him to this moment. It was his curiosity, his boredom and stupid hobbies. Why didn't he watch porn or instagram like everyone else. Why didn't he spend his time posting pictures of kittens and quotes. Look what happened. I am probably sitting in Guantanamo getting ready to be waterboarded all because I took an interest in Earthquakes and fucking Volcanoes. He remembers his brother and the girls. I know the girls can kick ass he thinks, my brother on the other hand can't take this. The poor boy is probably all ready cracked and confessing to killing JFK. Poor bastard. He hears the sound of the cells opening from time locks, and faint set of footsteps in the hall. He knows the sound of military boots on hard ground from years of Navy Cadets. Something he was tossed out for no lack of conviction. Subordinate and did not handle authority. Fuck them he thinks. A young man with tanned skin comes to his cell with a tray of food and some water. Steve tries to ask if he can speak to someone in charge, however the young man pays him no attention. Steve looks at the kids badge and sees the words CAMP DELTA, remembering it to be the name of Guantanamo Bay. Fuck he thinks, I am so fucked.\n\n\n Captain Wilder sits at a computer desk borrowed from one of the workers in the base. Most of the prisoners are in Prayer, as he can hear their calls to Allah, their voice echoing off empty walls. He does a quick search of Dr Collin Kerpatrick to find he is a seismologist professor and a leader in his field.He goes to hit his Youtube page when the screen gives him a 404 file not found.\n\n\n\nHe tries to refresh back when the screen says access denied. The phone rings right beside him. Wilder, the helicopter should be arriving any moment. Take Kerpatrick to the prisoner and make sure he gets out right away. We need him out of there and other places as quick as you can. Yes Sir, Franklin says. And Captain, are you looking for something? No sir! Just seeing who this man was that's all. Good, it is none of your business who he is. Don't even talk with him. Do your job as required. Yes sir (Asshole). He hangs up the phone, and decides that he really needs to talk with that guy. I wonder if I can make it to the conference room before he gets there. All four of them should be waiting in separate cells right beside the main room. If I can just get to him quick. As he stands he feels a sharp twist in the ground, as if the world just stopped for a moment. The lights swayed from the shaking that only lasted a moment. The other guy in the office looks at the Captain and proceeds to tell him not to worry. They have been happening almost everyday for the last few months. It's nothing. Nothing Franklin thinks as he leaves the room, he did say something about Earthquakes.\n\n\n\n\nChapter Three \nStep on a Crack Break your Mothers Back\n\nMami was sitting in the waiting room cell. She was scared as she was reminded of her Grandfathers stories on how they moved to Salt Spring Island buying land for the family, only to have it taken away and them thrown in internment camps during WW1. She was strong, she had  lived with four brothers and knew how to handle the lot. Most of the time, they left with black eyes and bleeding noses if they messed with her.\nThis however felt different. 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      "body": "When Lighting Strikes\n\n\nI remember the day all so well when they first arrived. It was a rainy day and I just got off of work from another day of selling liquor and smokes to drunks and teens. Like I give a fuck what the law or even my boss the great asshat Mr Wilbertan had to say, no one else came to this little store in this buttfuck little town but them. I just finished a double shift, Stu my co worker and best friend was sleeping off a good weekend, and he asked me to do him a solid. \n\nHow could I say no, I've done it to him way too many times to count. We both came from the same town, had the same friends, we all new the same boring people. If the law ever did come by to check if these kids had ID or those drunks were past the limit, I would spot them as quick as a new truck. \n\n\n\nI just got home and sat down at my computer. My walls were filled with stories that needed more investigation, Sightings were becoming more and more frequent. Stories of people disappearing and then months later waking in other parts of the world confused and dazed. My desk a pile of folders and ashes. Coffee and bong water stains tarnish the finish of my grandfathers old desk. A picture of my family stained with tears and dust lay face down. I lost them all in an unknown accident 5 years ago. All of of them squished into a car heading to my grandmothers birthday party, me having to work that day and not really interested in watching everyone get drunk again. I am here because of that shitty job.They all thought I was crazy with my conspiracies, no one understood me. As much as I tried, it fell on deaf ears...\n\n As I was saying I just got home and was checking my usual sites for the latest on the supernatural, aliens and flat earth... Just before you think I am crazy I will never stick to one avenue for my hobby, I believe that anything is possible. That is probably why I had noticed the first wave before anyone else. I knew that they were here, that they were studying us.\n\n               It started simple in a park in Paris.\n\nThere was a birthday party for a kid named Michael and his seven friends. The parents Trish and David were accompanied by one other adult. One of the children's parent, and a close friend.  Hiding under a tree, as the storm moved quickly in. A lighting bolt struck the tree and everyone under it. As far as we knew they were only slightly hurt and a little dazed and confused. They all had to be taken under medical attention until they gained their footing. That was all that was said.\n\n\n\nAfter searching for months I was able to find the doctors notes on all the patients. They all suffered a mild form of memory loss, and a loss of motor skills. Almost like they were waking in new bodies. (That is my opinion) they also could not remember anything that happened. After a few hours, they all managed to get better. Memories were back and movement was fine, however the blank expressions on their faces was something weird enough for the medical staff to put it in the files.\n\nThe second was a lot bigger. It happened in Germany affecting a soccer game with 35 people. It was hailed as a freak lighting storm again, but I knew. I knew something was up. As with the first case, all the people reported to have the same conditions as the first incident. Of coarse hospitals were too fucking stupid or slow to share that sort of vital information. So it went widely unknown that we were getting invaded. The people went home, the news was quiet.\n\n\n\nThe third one was silent. I only heard a small story on the news about an airplane that was hit with lighting and that it had almost gone down. Not that the news would know, and I would find out much later. That it was filled with highly trained UN soldiers, dignitaries and leaders of the world off on another global tax grab convention. All in the name of Carbon credits ha!. If only life was as simple as me stewing in anger over false data and global warming myths. A quarter of Earth is now scorched from our feeble attempts to defeat them with nuclear weapons. In the end we only destroyed our own countless lives in a vain chance of victory. I will now finally admit that mankind has caused global warming.\n\nOnce they had control of the figures of power, everything was basically handed to them. It wasn't until the forth strike that people started to notice. It happened in Dallas Texas on a clear day. The reports said it was another freak storm, that hit the AT & T Stadium during a Dallas Cowboys game. All the seats were filled that day, 100,000 people all hit by the largest lighting strike in known history. Not one person complained or felt any affects that time, as if it didn't really happen. I figured they must have perfected their little soul swap after the first three times. I am sure they had perfected picking up single people,after the many years of alien abduction\n\n\n\nAfter that the internet was ablaze. We all had our own theories from HARP to a break in reality from the Large Hadron Collider. I even heard planet x to time traveling Egyptians, I knew that it was none of those. Something seemed more strange and sinister.. This was an attack, they were finally here. We finally have proof of life in other planets and they come here bloody hostile. If movies and video games have taught me anything, things were only just starting. Mankind faced its greatest test. \n\n\n\nOnce the stories began making traction, they were easily dismissed by the media outlets as hoaxes. High ranking scientists talked day and night on talk shows about the rise in lighting strikes because of global warming. We tried our best. Anonymous and other hacker groups flooded information as much as we could. Of coarse like every other time we were mocked and laughed at, nothing new from brain dead sheep. Yes a few stories got tossed around from the newspaper rag the mirror and a few questionable websites. The media wasn't taking any interest in the story other than to dismiss it.. They were too busy filling the screen with images of Trump and Hilary for the 2016 election. Talk about a couple aliens.. If we ever survive I hope we can get past the stupidity of leaving the planet in the hands of morons.\n\nNow the fifth time the whole world noticed.  All across the planet a storm rolled in. Power was shut off on many of the cities, lighting bolted across entire neighborhoods. For two hours the world was a mass of explosions. By the time the dust settled an invasion force had settled in Canada of all places. It's large rolling mountains easily able to hide their ships and bases. Of coarse Canada was the first place to get nuked.\n\nI already miss maple syrup and poutine..\n\n\n\nSome were as blue ball of fire coming in fast. Large ominous clouds rolling in like a bat out of hell, or my cousin Christopher when he runs out of beer and gets in his truck. Once the cloud was over the most populated areas,  it would then strike. Reports confirm that the large cloud would spread out striking numerous buildings and homes.\n\n\n\nAnd some we as strong as those that were created from volcanoes. Fire and dust would rain down on unsuspecting people and their homes. I call these the destroyers.\n\n\nThey were able to hide within the clouds. What I understand is that radar didn't see them coming. After the dust settled entire cities were left in ruins. The reports said that no bodies were found, as if they were vaporized. Me being paranoid enough to build my own fallout shelter from my parents inheritance, I had everything I needed for a few years, or as so I figured anyways. By the third strike I was already living in the shelter, I was able to bypass a few means of communication and had full internet access until the lights went out. My parents empty house lay as a grave with little remembrance.\n\nI sat in that bunker held up in style for three weeks, feeding my generator and trying to get anything from the shortwave radio. What I did get was a mess of stories. People were attacking others and a war had begun against one another on petty things like race and gender. Fathers were coming home and slaughtering their families, people were going on killing sprees. My own liquor store was robbed and burnt to the ground... Those darn kids... The streets were riots and police acted as judge and executioner\n\n\n\nNothing really did come to my little town. No destroyer clouds or blue balls of fire. It was destroyed by the people as with many other cities and towns. Those who stole what they could and ran. Others spread chaos and fear. People so accustomed to life being so easy were stuck in cities trying to flee the bloodshed that judgement lay upon it. The world turned into chaos overnight. And I had to do what I had to do to survive. And if it was stealing all the good booze and smokes and food and then burning my old stupid job to the ground, so be it. Fuck you asshat.\n\nWith the world leaders being them, there was little resistance until it was too late. Our defense was of little use. Their forces were waiting at every corner. I thought I was safe hiding like a coward in my shelter stocked with good scotch and fine cigars, with a wall of video consoles and a a 65 inch flat screen. I had carefully hide in my parents property, wind and solar panels to give me a little extra juice. I managed to gain a stock of seeds and cases preserved of food and hydroponics growing in the back. Hording my riches while the world burned above me.\n\nIt wasn't until they hit the entire planet with some sort of sonic burst that flattened all my communications and power. That is the day I received my true wake up call. Whatever hit us hit us hard. My generators and batteries exploded instantly. The walls cracked and weakened, as I was tossed out of bed in a mad rush of confusion and honestly, a little pissing myself in fear. Smoke was brought instantly into the main areas of the bunker through the air ventilation, the flames ate my plastic paradise as fast as the food my family use to eat at Floyd's Dinner. .It is not until afterwards that I saw the fault in the design, and the fucking stupidity of keeping the gas close to the generator. The room exploded, taking the roof with it.\n\n\n\nI rushed to my closet where I had an emergency pack and a gun and headed out the main door. I looked back watching my games burn in a white and orange flamed mindfuck. FUCK! I had it coming, I new I couldn't hide for long. Riding out the apocalypse while getting high and playing video games sounded pretty fucking good to me. Call me selfish, I am a product of my environment.\n\n\nI rushed out the door breathing air for the first time in weeks as I'm chocking toxic fumes from my lungs blindly running with my dick hanging out. Did I mention I was naked? How else do you sleep. I make it to my great grandfathers old barn before the entire shelter collapsed on itself. The heat weakening the concrete structure, as everything I ever held precious was gone. My mothers plates, my fathers collection of porn videos. My weed. All that was left was my parents abandoned farm and\n\nI couldn't sleep there. I still can hear my mother yelling at me while beating up my sisters with anything she could find. The father that wasn't, was on the road as usual. Trucking paid the bills son, a trucker is what you are growing up to become. Just like your old man. Yea what, sleeping with lot lizards and getting woman pregnant across the country, in a job that goes everywhere but nowhere? No thanks Dad, I would rather sell cancer to children\n\n\n\n\nI had to hold myself up with the barn as I adjusted to the air and the stench that was blowing from the wind that somehow sounded artificial and hollow. The air also seemed thick and greasy, it took me a moment to adjust as I coughed my lungs out. Good thing I was already a smoker. This air felt polluted and my lungs have already been damaged from my own stupidity. In the distance I heard static, you know the noise the TV use to make when it was done broadcasting for the night. Right after a little American pride. It sounded like an old TV with no signal blasting through a drainage pipe.\n\nIt cut through my ears and it felt like it was rattling my eyes and brain. All of a sudden my knees buckled and I dropped on my bag face first as the sound took effect. My ears started to bleed as my mind felt as if it was being torn to shreds. With shaking hands I was able to grab the small earplugs that I had stashed sitting in the small pocket on the top of the bag. Once I was able to put them in, which was incredibly hard, I managed to get back up. I still heard it but the effects were not as strong.\n I would need to find better ways to plug out this noise. I quickly got dressed and tried to figure out my situation. It was easy enough to know where I wasn't going. To the south lay a blinding bright white light. You could tell that it was far away, and that it was the last place you would ever catch me.\nI run to my new truck and grab the keys that lay under the seat. I grabbed a few tools from the barn and loaded the back with water and whatever I could find in the shelves laying in the house. Which wasn't much. I loaded what foods I could recognize in a cooler and started the truck. Noticing the large loud pipes on the back I quickly shut it off. Shit. I didn't know what to do. Sure a loud truck sounds great passing through main street but trying to be quiet was not going to work. I had to install my stock ones hanging on the wall. After two hours and a few cut up fingers I managed to quickly change the exhaust to something a little less heatbag-ish. I was ready to go nowhere. I peeked once more outside. Off in the distance I could see a large hovering fleet close to the ground. I figured they were hunting us for sport.\n\n\n\nI jumped in the truck and headed into town. I was going to go by Stewart's house and see if he was smart and left town. There was nothing left of town. Population 100 and it looked like everyone left town as soon as they could. There is many mountains and caves a person could hide in these parts. It looked like a fire was set at the pawn shop and it burnt the entire town. With no one to put out the fire the town didn't have a chance. I knew Stu was okay, he lived nowhere near town. I was poor but Stu was even poorer. He lived past the tracks in a yard across from the steal mill. His father won it after losing his arm in a accident. I use to see him three times a day, everyday grabbing his two bottles of vodka. Hiding it as If I was somehow judging him, most of the town was alcoholics anyways. Like I was anyone to judge what they did to survive this hell called Bairoil Wyoming.\n\nAs I was driving by I noticed a light in the main window of his place. I pulled up silently on the side and slowly walked over to the front door. Banging my fist gently I knocked. After a few seconds I quickly banged three times, this time a lot fucking harder.. I walked over to the side window when I noticed a barrel sticking out. I dove towards the house as the blast of a double barrel filled the night sky. What the fuck are you doing I screamed as Stu's father looked out the window.\n\nWhat the fuck are you doing outside boy, trying to get yourself killed?\nI knocked on the door but no one answered.\nWhat he screams over my voice? I'm wearing somthin for my ear he yells, come in the back, dunner is on. I quickly run to the back door where his families two mutts bark at me from the side of the door. Inside the house is lite with candles. Stu's mom had a large wrap of towels around he head and the kids have plugs in their ears as they play. Stu's dad is using his old headset from his old steel mill days. Sorry he yells, we couldn't hear you.\nWhat is this noise I yell?\nWe don't know but it will end soon. You will know when it's over, are you hungry boy? Grab a plate and let the misses fill it. Yar skinny enough as it is, look at Stu he looks healthy. He looks fat I say as his mom smacks me on the head. Don't listen to him, you're just big boned, your father didn't grow up until he was 17. She walks over and gives him a kiss. Any more talk like that and no dessert for you shes says to me. They were all so oblivious.\n\nWhat are you guys doing here, you shouldn't have the lights on!\nWho is coming out here in the dead of the night? Every bodies gone son, we might just be the only people left. Even your grandma left south towards Mexico, I helped her pack. We figured you got killed in the fire.\nWhat fire?\nThe liquor store.\n\n\n\nNo, I've been down in my shelter, I thought you already left town. I didn't hear anything from you Stu. I had to make sure my family was okay first, Stu says. I knew you were good, I was going to visit once I knew what we were doing. But Dad is so stubborn he will not leave. This is his castle and he will defend it, stubborn old man. Stu's father gets up and smacks Stu in the head. Watch your mouth here boy, I'm not that old to take you out back and teach you a lesson.\n\nWhatever it is out there I screamed, they haven't come in peace. We need to get to safety as soon as possible. This is absolute insanity you all sitting around with your thumbs up your asses. Now I noticed that the noise has stopped and everyone was looking at me like I was a lunatic.\nSo Mr know it all, what's your big plan, Stu's dad says sitting across from me at the table. What's your big plan on getting all 7 of us to safety? We have food and propane here boy, and enough water to last out this storm. This isn't a storm I scream, remembering I still held the plugs in my ears I removed them out with caution. This isn't a storm. We are being attacked.\n\nDon't start with your alien bullshit here, I don't have time for your tinfoil hat conspiracies. I get up from the table and mumble fuck you. I look over to Stu and told him that I was leaving. I was not going to be a sitting duck. I'm sorry Stu says, I can't leave my family. You`re all crazy, and you are going to get your family killed sitting here or even worse. Experimented on. Humps Stu's father grunts, what alien are going to probe us son? The two younger kids giggle as I start walking out the back door. I love you guys but I can't stay here, I need to find somewhere safe. And not a house made of sticks with the lights on like a beacon at the sea. Not that I have ever seen the sea or a beacon, I did see videos online once. As I give the finger to the dogs and about to turn and leave, Stu opens the back door and tells me to wait. You know dad has quiet the weapons arsenal in the basement, he was wondering if you had enough guns?\n\nGrabbing two USP .45's a .44 Magnum, a AA 12 and one RPG with two rockets. I set out with enough ammo to start my own war. I left with the blessing of the family and a kiss from Stu's rather large mother. 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