I love the rain. And Japan is breathtakingly beautiful. But neither of them helped me that day. Lying on that hill, I could almost feel my humanity bleed away. After they found I didn't tire, the team set out to find my strength. The scary part: they couldn't. No matter how much the weight, I could lift it. They hypothesised that when my muscle cells broke down, they regenerated incrediblely fast, allowing my strength to increase to whatever size needed. But my strength didn't go back down after I was finished lifting, it was permanent because I was generating new muscle fiber. As a result, I was very bulky after the lifting tests. Then a curious thing happened. My muscle returned to their original size. Puzzled, I lifted the largest weight again. My muscles didn't become larger. The warlocks figured it out first.
"Your body is toning itself," said one of the warlocks, "if it didn't your muscles would get so big it would be impossible to move."
After some intense questioning, I couldn't take it anymore. I ran outside into the rain and flung myself on to the ground a way off from the Council Chambers. The isolation set in, and with no one in the world to talk to, I began to question myself.
To my surprise I found myself in the cave again. The other five of me were still talking to each other, and I still couldn't hear them. I decided to make myself heard.
"If you don't mind me asking, who are you guys?"
The five spun around, looking at me in utter disbelief. Gaining control of himself, the leader bent down and wrote in the dust on the floor: ONCE WE SPEAK THERE IS NO GOING BACK.
"I honestly don't care."
The leader smiled at me.
"How nice of you to join us, Ian."
I felt a barrier in my mind fall down. I could now sense five other selfs inside my head.
"Who are you?"
The leader responded, "I am Death."
The other selfs began to name themselves.
" I am Pain."
" I am Misery."
" I am Truth."
" I am Love."
I woke up on the hill, slightly disoriented.
"Where am I?"
"On a hill outside the Council Chambers."
"Thanks Truth."
Just then, I saw Zaak walking towards me.
"Good old Zaak. Glad to see him."
And I agreed with Death.
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Yea! you posted more. i think this story needs a crazed serial killer, like Light. (i'm rewatching death note). but serial killers always make a story more interesting, expecially, if their a genius as well as insane.
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only you would think of adding a serial killer... lol.
ReplyDeleteno, i'm sure others would think the same thing. maybe i should add one to mine....
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haha good luck. geez hurry up and post!
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