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Internet Friends: Chapter 3

The creaky floorboards of the old dilapidated house threw dust into the stagnant air with each step AJ and Kathy took. Nothing had changed since the last visit there and to AJ that was good news considering the situation him and his girlfriend were now a part of. They anticipated the worst as they ventured back into the living room, peering into the hole above the secret dungeon. The makeshift staircase they crafted from stacking old computer towers remained intact and looked sturdy enough to handle the descent.
“Okay, I’ll go first to make sure nothing is down there.” AJ said with slight trepidation.
“Be carefull babe.”
AJ placed a foot on the top of the towers, shaking it to test the stability. “Good.” He said to himself as he stepped down. The darkness of the sprawling space before him installed a sense of anxiety, unaware of any hidden presence. He could feel something–someone, but regarded the feeling as paranoia. AJ reassured Kathy of the safety and called for her to follow.
It was darker than Kathy remembered, prompting her to search for AJ’s hand. They exposed each dark corner and nook by walking around with the lit camera light of their phones. Finding nothing, they proceeded to launch the computer systems.
“We need to find more information on whatever the hell is going on here, I hate surprises.”
“I know you don’t, but this stuff takes a while. As soon as it’s up we’ll search for files related to this…Peter Lancing.” Kathy said as she raised the dusty armrests higher for comfort.
“That’s his name; Peter?”
“Yes. 19 years of age–well, was.” Kathy answered with the roll of an eye. “He was an anonymous hacker for this Interweb Reformery, however I’ll have to get more than that if we’re to save ourselves.”
The large screen blasted light intense enough to turn the room into a light shade of grey and displayed several icons that left AJ befuddled to its meaning. Kathy understood each one and immediately clicked on a folder which held files describing the studies of Peter. One was opened and read:

May 5th, 2042.

There’s not a lot I can say here, not from what I have discovered. The world around us isn’t what it seems. There are things I cannot explain, but ever since I have accessed the network I have began to see strange signs on everything. The room around me seems to be made out of codes, as if I’m in a virtual realm.  I go outside and see the same thing, it’s a scary thought that my research has led me to believe that I am living in a digitalized world, one that can be and probably has been manipulated in the way the organization sees fit.

The Organization is “deleting” people as they say, which further continues my belief…and I feel I might be the next to go. This is all too vital, this information is too great to be in the wrong hands, but if I were to find the one that could fix all of this there would be no worry for humanities survival. I’ve said all of this too many times to the Interweb Reformery; my group that is planning to take over The Organization.

I need to find the one person able to carry on our plan. I may be at a loss of hope.

AJ’s and Kathy’s minds reeled in utter confusion. They couldn’t interpret the possibility of them living in a digital world.
“My goodness…what if what he said is true?” AJ said still in shock.
“If it is, everything about this world that we knew was false.” Kathy said, swallowing the lump that formed in her throat. “That also means we…both of us are just floating point calculations. Data swimming around a virtual realm that we can’t control.”
The couple’s view of their life and the world around them changed drastically at that moment. A realization that they had no idea who they really were. Kathy closed the file and tried to search for more information concerning the discovery the boy wrote about. A audible thump on the ground behind them startled the two and as they turned around a man in a black and grey armored suit launched himself toward AJ.

He dodged the swinging fist that was aimed for his face, stepping back with enough clearance to allow one of his own fists to connect with the side of the man’s head. The man jumped away and ran back to AJ then kicked him in the abdomen. Kathy watched in terror as AJ kneeled on the ground clenching his sides. He managed to get back up and formed two firm fists ready to defend himself with his might. The man rushed toward AJ again, but this time AJ pivoted his body to dodge, granting enough clearance to grab the arm and break it with his knee. The man stumbled backward and held his arm steady to prevent the bone from protruding from the skin any farther.
“Bastard!!” The man yelled loudly in pain.
Kathy’s face flushed with irritation.
“Who the hell are you?” AJ demanded.
The man mustered the strength to stand up and face AJ a few feet away from him. “My identity is not necessary for this time. Not ever. You do not need to know when the gathered knowledge will only be a waste of my breath when you’ll be dead soon!”
“We know who you work for, that may be enough.”
“There are far more things that you will never learn, no matter how much you try.” The man said with a glare directed toward Kathy.
“What is it that you want?” She asked. “There has to be something that you you’re fighting for.”
The man shook his head and chuckled. “Fighters. You two are not what we usually contend with. My leader will find great use in your determination. My name is Hal73, an agent for The Organization. They are multidimensional, all knowing, and invisible, they cannot be stopped, and they cannot be eradicated. You on the other hand, are.” The man said as he walked in circles around the room, switching attention between AJ and Kathy. “We only want one thing; a perfect world with no strife, no death, no poverty. No crime or abuse, a world that should have been. We are happy, no? It’s been going on for decades and this so called ‘Interweb Reformery’ desires to take control to shape the world back to it’s original tainted form, back to it’s insufferable and inconsistent way of life.”

AJ and Kathy reflected on the spoken words of Hal. They felt sinister and dark while maintaining a sense of truth and sincerity. To believe those words put them in a position of having to choose between helping or fighting against one or the other, two sides that could lead to any outcome and they didn’t know which one was truly against humanity.
The confusion was overwhelming and AJ began to devise an intricate plan to halt the progress of both wars, taking Kathy to a corner of the room for a more private chat.
“I have an idea, and you need to trust me baby.”
“Okay.” Kathy said in a more concerned tone of voice than usual. She could anticipate what was running in AJ’s mind and assumed the worst. “What is it?”
“What if one of us…were to join a side. As a team, both of us working inside the two sides.” AJ said. He thought perhaps his girlfriend would serve a better purpose inside of the Citadel, her knowledge of the systems were profound and she agreed. AJ figured he could stay behind and search for others who had direct relation to Peter since his father was a correctional officer who had access to civilian records.
Kathy looked back to see Hal with his back toward them, ripping a part of his suit off to create a bandage for his arm. “But how would we still remain in contact while keeping this plan secret?”
“That’s what we’ll figure out. For now play along.” AJ said with forethought, then proceeded to throw his hands in the air shouting false statements of their relationship with a wink of an eye.
“You never want me around anyway, all we ever do is have sex.” Kathy said jokingly, but with a pure act of seriousness.
“Oh is that how you feel? All I ever want is to use you for my pleasures? Please.”
“Fine! You fail to understand my point of view, every single time we get into these arguments you go off about me, me, me–I’m done!”
AJ scoffed. “Done? Who else do you have to go to?” AJ said as he nudged toward the confused and spectating Hal.
Kathy walked up to the man and stood beside him. “I’ve found my place with people who don’t want conflict, who wish of a better life.”
Hal nodded in accordance to Kathy’s plea. “I’m glad one of you came to their senses. It seems this war may be over as we speak.”  Hal was convinced by the couples facade and wrapped his unbroken arm around Kathy’s waist. “Gatherer-ninty-four, request for teleport.”
In an instant Hal and Kathy disappeared in a flash of light and dancing codes, leaving AJ alone in the dimly lit enclosure.
“It’s over when I say so.”

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Internet Friends: Chapter Two

The orthogonal room Kathy occupied for hours began to induce a degree of Cabin Fever. She used the excuse of possessing a sore body to justify the lacking desire to part from the enticing comfort of the bed.  The adventure her and AJ endured was enough to make anyone not want to move either, but the mysterious origin of the discovery they made had a magnetic attachment. They both wanted to go back, regardless of how dangerous the situation could be and as much as AJ advised against visiting again, Kathy felt a strange need.
A knock on her bedroom door initiated a groan as she forced herself to her feet. AJ stood before her holding flowers and a box of her favorite candy.
“Good morning honey.”
AJ and Kathy locked lips and held each other for a few seconds. It lasted longer than usual and as much as she was enthralled by the surprise, she was also concerned.
“Sunflowers…on a Tuesday morning? What’s going on?”
AJ chuckled. “What makes you think that theres something wrong?”
Kathy gave him a look that explained everything. AJ sighed and sat beside her on the bed.
“Im leaving. I don’t know for how long, but it may be for a week. The team decided that going to Washington DC is for the best.” AJ said solemnly.
Kathy looked down in a depressing manner beginning to imagine some unfortunate event that she could create to keep him here. AJ lifted her head by the chin and kissed her. “I love you babe, but this is what the Debate Team has always wanted to do. It’s not like im not coming back.”
“I know.” Kathy chuckled. “I know.  I hope you have a great time.”
“I hope so too.”
AJ left the room with Kathy in his arms and the two made their way to the high school.

Aurobindo High was one of the more hostile educational establishments in the state-wide area, it crawled with cyber-bullies and all forms of technological terrorists who loved to “troll”. The school’s system and how it functioned revolved around modern devices and the accessibility of the internet, one of the first to become a fully paperless environment and replaced everything with computer interfaces. It was Kathy’s sanctuary amid all of the conflict.
AJ hauled the two suitcases onto the bus, completely unaware that the entire space allocated for luggage was to it’s capacity. AJ cursed silently and handed them back to Kathy for her to set them aside.
“Wow. I can’t believe it, no room at all. I figured maybe they would get a bus big enough for 13 people.” AJ said bothered by the fact the back of the small yellow vehicle was full to the ceiling with luggage of assorted colors.
“You could set them in the walkway.” Kathy said, trying her best to offer her services of wisdom, but AJ refused every one and continued to fret over the lack of preparation. “It’s going to be fine. Someone will come and make room.”
AJ sighed in agitation. “The bus can explode for all I care. Then they’ll be room.”

Suddenly a bright flash blinded the couple, shrapnel from the bus flew out of the fireball that engulfed the transport vehicle hitting AJ in the arm. He fell to the ground, clutching the fresh slash in his limb. The searing heat from the explosion injected more pain as he groaned in agony.
“What the hell!?” Kathy exclaimed in shock. “What did you do?”
“Me? Why would I do that? …It…was only a wish.”
Kathy shook her head in bewilderment while AJ googled at the flaming remains of the bus.
“Do I have superpowers?” 

The ride to the hospital lasted longer than usual, enough time for AJ and Kathy to analyze every little detail of the incident. It didn’t make sense to any of them to how a simple joke instantly manifested into reality.
“Do you think it was some kind of murder plot?” AJ concluded.
“Who would want to murder you though?”
“I don’t know. I don’t know anyone who would hate me passionately enough to kill me.”
Kathy ran through the numbers in her head. She knew AJ wasn’t the most liked person at the school and she only knew of one person who would attempt to challenge his mortality. “Dean. What about him?”
AJ pondered the name, but no viable reason surfaced to what could be behind Dean’s motivation in wanting to end his life. “I couldnt tell you. It may be, but we need to find more clues.”
“Like this?” Kathy said as she handed her phone to AJ. A text message stretched across the screen reading,

Enjoy the show kids?
We don’t like killing off younglings such as yourselves, but the secret of the Citadel will not be placed in the hands of those who’s comprehention of power exceeds what can be understood. Or controlled.
Do not begin to question the seriousness of my intentions, you two hold a secret greater than you realize.
We plan to take it back.

A cold chill ran down AJ’s back. “They tried to kill me.”
“It has to do with that room we found. The Citadel was mentioned in that one note too.”
“Yeah, so? I still want to know what this secret is that is so dang important. We didn’t even steal anything, all we did was read the note.”
“And found out that who ever was in there before us spied on hundreds of people…and what happened to him.”
AJ shot a look of shock at Kathy. “How much information did you uncover?”
“Just that. The history of the guy who was there before and nothing else. Apparently he was part of the Interweb Reformery and was trying to reverse some effect that changed the world. He researched everything he could about the internet and discovered what he called a “Matrix Backdrop” which supposedly has to be part of the secret he was…deleted for.” Kathy said to her best knowledge.
“Deleted?”
Kathy nodded with a gulp.
AJ stared off into the black asphalt of the road they traveled on, baffled at the ludicrous news that entered his ears. The “D” word rang in his head like a painful memory. AJ only heard of the word being used in that same manner once before, mostly in urban legends of people that dissapear without any trace left behind, and no suspect to blame for it. His gut wrenched in worry that he was now completely exposed to death’s touch, not only him but Kathy as well; the love of his life now in the same danger as he. The risk of him losing her was not an option and he vowed at that moment that he would fight against that fate that was inching nearer in his mind. He wondered if Kathy felt the same, realizing that he now had not only her life in his hands, but the entire world as well. 

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The night passed by with several mixed feelings stirring inside of the two. There was no telling what each one felt at any given moment due to the extreme nature of their situation. AJ waited for his insides to turn upside down to expel his lunch for relief, including the desperate need for asprin for the patchwork from his wound, and Kathy wished that she would’ve been born with the personality of dumb blonde. The two sat on the porch of Kathy’s apartment, looking up at the stars in a conscience despair for answers.
“I feel as if this is my fault.”
“Nonsense.” AJ said defensively. “It’s us. We did this.”
Kathy buried her face in her hands and began to cry. AJ moved her arm toward him and placed his hand in hers, clasping them together. “We will get through this. It’s going to be hard, but nothing impossible.”
Kathy smiled through the tears and huged AJ tightly. “Tomorrow, we finish this war.”

Internet Friends: Chapter One

The faint sound of multiple clicks echoed throughout the small enclosed room, lit only by the screen of a computer monitor. The pair of eyes from a young man followed every movement that was displayed and hardly took the time to attentively notice his surroundings, which housed a strange figure lurking in the darkness. It only took a few minutes to find what the young man was searching for on the internet, grabbing a notebook and jotted down a few words. His head moved back and forth while copying every character on the screen as the dark figure moved close and closer towards the distracted boy.
The characters began to form a large paragraph and then a full page in a short timeframe; it was to his knowledge that the information he was in the process of recording was urgent and severely confidential, something that others would kill to know.
“I found it. Now everyone will know the truth behind this world.” The boy said enthusiastically. Suddenly the dark figure slammed the boy’s head against the table, leaving an imprint of a grid across his face. The boy was momentarily discombobulated, but as soon as his awareness emerged the figure slammed his head again. The boy swung his arm, trying to grab a hold of whoever it was then pushed his chair back. The figure fell backwards which gave the boy enough time to snatch the notebook and run out of the room.

“The boy is out! the boy is out!” The figure yelled into an in-ear receiver. He ran toward the escapee while managing to hurdle over several items that were thrown in the way. The boy opened the door and hid into the large bush that surrounded the side of the building, hoping that the perpetrators would lose him. The figure that exited the building turned into a man in a black bodysuit and greyish armor that was moulded to fit his form. He surveyed the surroundings, waiting for any movement that could identify the target’s location.

“The notebook Mr. Lancing, is vital to the survival of not only your life, but the rest of humanity’s.” Said the man as he circled the front lawn. “You know now, you know of the secret, but some secrets are meant to be kept from the knowledge of petty beings such as you. Any alteration in this world can potentially change everything, for what you know on the other hand, can destroy everyone.”
The boy tried the hardest to keep from giving himself away, holding his breath every time the man approached, but regardless of his determination, he let the notebook slip from his arm. The man paused and turned around to see it’s blue cover on the ground.
“Hmmm…so Mr. Lancing, you decided that you should give up. Good choice.”
The boy shot from the bush and snatched the notebook, running into the alley behind a string of houses.
“Gatherer five-one-five-two, you have clearance to delete.” The man said into the earpiece.
The order was carried out instantly and as the boy disappeared from the perpetrators, he vanished into nothing. Notebook and all.

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The popping sound of a received notification prompted AJ to pull his phone from his front pocket. Friends on the social network decided it would be entertaining to begin a rant on how the political standing of the running candidates for president was unfair and an economic trap for the population. He ignored and brought his attention back to his girlfriend.
“It’s Frank and Gene again, isn’t it?”
“Don’t worry about it Kathy. It keeps my profile alive.” AJ chuckled.
“I can hack into their profiles, potentially prevent anymore activity, and shut them up for as long as needed.”
AJ threw a concerned look at her. “No. That wont be necessary honey. ”
Kathy was the technical witch who spent her time with computers while being a girly girl at the same time. She had the nerdiness that only emerged in the most unpredictable moments, surprising anyone on the room who believed her to be whatever came to mind from her appearance. AJ on the other hand was a slight degree off of a jock, but had the caring love for Kathy that a typical stereotype would lack; sports, martial arts, and partying were a part of his repertoire. Kathy chose nine times out of ten to stay indoors and watch intellectually stimulating movies and fix file systems for operating platforms. Regardless she still enjoyed hanging out with friends and matching to AJ’s adventurous antics.

“We should do something today. Anything that we havent done before? AJ said with a curious mind.
Kathy thought for a second and responded rather cautiously. “Well, there is one…”
“Like?”
“We could visit that weird house down the block. I was told it’s vacant and that it holds the spirit of a madman. Perfect opportunity to test that EMF reader.” Kathy said with a gleaming smile.
AJ couldn’t resist and kissed her multiple times. “To the haunted house it is.”

The building reminded AJ of the cliché houses used in horror shows and books with the overgrown vines scaling the side of the walls, dusty windows that acted as drawing palets for smiley faces and clean me messages, peeling paint, and the slightly opened door that told countless stories of people who ran out in fear of what was manifested before them.
“Are you sure this is safe hun?”
Kathy nodded naively. “I don’t see why it wouldn’t. You seem scared.” She teased.
“Scared? No…just…”
“Uh-huh.” Kathy laughed.
The House *Google images
The two walked in slowly, cautiously navigating in prevention from injury and other hazards. The place reeked of rotting wood and for all they knew perhaps mold. Kathy activated the EMF reader and flipped two antennas from it’s side. The beeping of the device showed signs of an immediate presence, forcing the couple to glance at each other in surprise and continued to venture on with a heightened sence of excitement. It was only a few minutes into the investigation that the short pauses of beeping turned into long stretches of irritating sound, the temperature gauge read a chilling 69 degrees and the hair on their bodies stood up like trees.
“So much activity. This is amazing.” Kathy said enthusiastically.
“Oh yeah. Way too much activity.” AJ said with a shaky voice. He felt as if he was succumbing to the intimidation of what ever entity was present, he almost wanted to leave, but there were things that made him want to venture on and explore deeper. They reached what they guessed to be the living room, an area with furniture covered in white sheets. The curtains let rays of sunlight through the multiple holes made by moths and other pests, it landed on broken pictures of an old man in a top hat. Others were of a family of seven, with the same man prominently shown in each.
“That must be the guy that they say died here.” AJ reconfimed.
“Wasn’t it…Leeroy?” Kathy asked, trying her best to recollect the old stories of the place.
“The best way to figure it out is to look in that bookshelf. Maybe there’s something in there.”
A few more steps into the depths of the room uncovered a weak spot in the foundation, sending Kathy into the darkness of the basement. AJ screamed and launched himself forward to catch her, but it only collapsed the floor wider allowing him to fall on top of the soft wood and his girlfriend. They grunted in pain as they sat up, looking above in a bewildered manner.

“What the hell?” Kathy said.
“Damn that hurt.”
Kathy slapped AJ in the arm in response to the curse word. He had a extreme habit of practicing the language which she hated more than anything.
“Oww. Yikes, as if falling ten feet wasn’t enough.”
“I don’t like that. I don’t like this either, but I’d rather be stuck down here.”
The gaping hole that seemed like the new sky taunted the two maliciously. “We need to figure out how to get back up there, it’s pitch black in here.” AJ said as he lit the screen on his cell phone. The area that was visible by the light showed several large monitor screens and deactivated computers. Cobwebs and vines joined in a biomechanical ensemble which gave the feel of being transported hundreds of years into the future.
“Kathy, you need to see this.”
She grabbed her phone and serveyed the same area as AJ. “This is amazing. I don’t even recognize those models.” Kathy aproached the gigantic towers and screens, adoring the discovery as if she had found lost treasure. “These are definitley more advanced than what I’ve toyed with before.”
“What do you mean? It looks like it’s been here for decades honey.”
Kathy swipped the dust from the top of the tower and searched for a power button. “These are definitely new. Odd.” The search ended when a small circle was pressed in, initiating the whirring sound of a fan. Suddenly lines of white light traveled from the tower to the middle of the floor where it spread throughout the rest of the room and reaching the other towers. The screens displayed an eerie “hello” and showed windows of active cameras that were placed around the city.
“What the hell did we do?” AJ said slightly nervous.
“I don’t know, but whoever this person was liked to watch you sleep.”
AJ ran up to the screen Kathy stared at in awe. His bed with the blue sheets in disarray matched the current state he last remembered it to be in. “This is real time. I’ve been spied on.”
“But for how long? And why you?”
AJ and Kathy couldn’t seem to wrap their heads around the newly unearthed concept that the privacy of their lives had been compromised. They discussed an authoritative to tell police, but Kathy’s curiosity kept the investigation alive.
“We shouldn’t tell anyone untill we know what we’re up against.”
“What if it’s too much for us to handle. We could end up in danger and I don’t want that for you.”
“Come on, we’ve been so wasted our brains have a dependency on beer. This couldn’t be nearly as dangerous.” Kathy said as she picked up a note from the desk. It read,

To whom ever finds this room again;
I have recorded vital information that will lead the rebellion back to the Citidel.
The Interweb Reformery will never be the same and the world as we know it is in danger.
Everyone could die. I feel my end coming the longer I present the evidence that this world is more fantasy than reality. 
A fabrication. But we need this, to restore the world to it’s old soil is necessary for the longevity of mandkind.
Please. Save us.

AJ and Kathy stared at the note in horror and shock. She lowered the small peice of paper and dropped it back onto the dust ridden table. “Open mouth. Insert foot.”

[The] Winter(s) Code

This is a segment from my next short story (that may in-fact become a full length novel within development). That would make this the 3rd project I have under my belt…for the curious.

The night was dark and the street lights glowed an eerie orange. The wind howled the spirit of fall as leaves sailed across the sky. Adrian walked these same streets every night coming back from his designated therapist; his parents worked two different jobs to continuate the payment on their debits, they worked hard–harder than his past parents who spent most of their time in front of the television and turning him into their own personal slave, but Adrian didn’t want to think about that.
Not today.
Not ever.

Today was a special day for Adrian. His heart was pumping fast and his patience was fading away; he was turning fourteen in thirty minutes. His parents were planning on throwing a big party, something Adrian was far from used to. Adrian shook his head to remove the memorys that were surfacing  and changed his attention to the surrounding area.
By the landmarks he placed in his mental map he was still around a mile-and-a-half away or even two if he took the route that avoided traffic.
Adrian was an indecisive being–also impatient–and it over came the best of him, leading Adrian to a path that he never thought of taking before in the past, but could potentially be faster. It cut through the field of trees, the path resting silently under the roof of branches and faded leaves , reminding Adrian of something close to a cave. He took a deep breath and walked into the unlit road.

Noises that stirred fear were prominent  in this particular forest, urban legends spoke of a beast called a Hurrok that reportedly snatched isolated individuals who dared to step onto this very path, but Adrian knew better that only the foolish would believe such a thing. It was hard to scare Adrian and everyone would agree, not even the best proclaimed-as-terrifying movies would make him flinch in then slightest.
If this “Hurrok” did in-fact exist, it had another thing coming to it if any attempt to kill him was put into action.

Adrian read the time on his watch. “Ten-ten.” He said to himself in dismay, he only had seventeen minutes till he had the authority to open boxes wrapped in shiny paper and to devour a rectangular pastry. For Adrian it felt odd to be so excited for such a childish celebration of growing one year closer to the end of your life . He turned his head toward loud rustling in alarm, he refrained from assuming the worst and continued his trek. The noise was heard again only this time a figure emerged from the rustling bushes. Adrian tucked his water bottle under his arm and walked faster.The figure advanced as well and closed in on the boy who was now running, unfortunately Adrian was not fast enough to outmatch the perpetrator’s speed.
The figure grabbed the boy’s hoodie and tried to subdue his squirming, Adrian gave all his strength in fear of his wallet getting stolen. The struggle lasted till Adrian began to shake and the air around the two became increasingly colder, the boy then placed his hand on the perpetrator’s chest and a blast of energy knocked him back into the bushes with a flash of blue light.

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A well-rounded police officer slammed a man against the cement wall and commenced with a pat-down.
“What were you thinking? Trying to rob a fourteen year-old…” The officer helped him to a seat and latched the other handcuff to the steel table. “Mind telling me why?”
The man shook his head. “That kid was-is lying! All I did was jog right by him and he…did something, he assaulted me! He shot ice, he’s like a mutant or sumthin’–I tell ya’!” The man said in an authentic Brooklyn accent.
“Oh really?” The officer chuckled. “I bet he did. Look here mister…Wituck, you’re being charged with Attempted Robbery, not a  misdemeanor. Do not make us contact the loony bin too.”
“Im not crazy, I saw it. Look at my shirt!” The man opened up his jacket and peeled a few ice crystals from the fabric, then handed it to the officer.
“Get that out of my face.” He said, smacking the man’s hand away.
Someone outside of the room tapped on the small window and gestured for the officer to depart from the interrogation.
“Hold on…” The officer said as he stood up and left.

The man was left alone in the cold room to ponder what and how the kid did what he did. His own eyes witnessed an icy flash of light blue that hurt as bad as a grown man’s kick. No matter how much he could proclaim to others the truth of the event, it would pass their belief and comprehension. It was then that a strange feeling of being alone in the world came over him. The officer returned with a few papers in hand and slid them toward the man. “lucky day mister Wituck, that kid–Adrian Hozubin–just dropped all charges. Looks like you’re a free man…for now.”

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The ringing of a doorbell echoed throughout a spacious house. Adrian paused his video game session and answered the door, revealing a man standing on the porch wearing torn jeans, work boots, and a flannel shirt underneath a dark jacket. It took only seconds for the recognition to set in.
“What are you doing here? Don’t you know most people are asleep at this time of the morning?”
“we need to talk.” The man said in urgency.
“Why? I assure there’s nothing to talk about.”
“You shot me. With ice nonetheless!”
“No I did not, I am afraid you must have been drunk or something as neurologically impairing by what I know about you.”
“You don’t know me.”
Adrian sighed. “Your name is Philibert Wituck-”
“It’s just Phil or Philly.” He interrupted.
“…Phil Wituck.” Adrian said with a roll of his eyes. “You were born in late November during ninteen-eighty-one, you were arrested for the first time at age sixteen for breaking the front windshield of someone’s car–while they were still in it–and was charged with Aggravated Assault; you also punched your high school principal and was not only expelled for
eternity, but was sent to a boot-camp where you eventually escaped from after crashing through the fence in a Humvee.”
Phil’s shock compelled him into silence. “That principal had it coming.”
“And now in the present time you had the audacity to rob me. Didn’t the years behind bars teach you anything?”
“That was different.”
“In what way?”
“Look kid, all I want is to know how you shot ice out of your hand.  If you’re one of the X-Men, just tell me.”
“I don’t know what you are talking about.”
“Yeah, ya’ do.” Phil said loud enough to attract neighbors.
Adrian stepped onto the porch and closed the door behind him.
“If you really didn’t know you would’ve let me rot in jail. You had a secret and now that I know about it, you have to do everything you can to protect it.”

Adrian crossed his arms. “You’re smarter than you look.”

Steamship Billy

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Jexis popped the cork from an old bottle of whiskey, wiping the rim to remove the dust that had accumulated for years. He tipped the bottle into his mouth and squinted with each swig. I couldn’t imagine what it could have tasted like; one-hundred years of fermented wheat and barley was far from what I deemed as refreshing. If being drunk was a hazard enough we were also thousands of feet in the air, piloting a Steamship of unsurpassed quality. Gears, wires, and pipes gave it it’s distinct design that kept the spirit of Gennua, the craft was the only personal property I had labored for solely from scraps of gold and metal–of course the life I cultivated in piracy pardoned me to “borrow” a few utilities I had no further access to. My status of Captain was self granted, there was only a few who possessed the bravery to soar alongside the birds and our reason in occupying the craft was to relocate to a remote, more edifying residence.

Jexis growled then gave the impression of one trying to beat his ribs into an altered form. The man was in his mid-forties, the appearance I was used to seeing consisted of ungroomed facial hair, an early case of balding, and wrinkled skin, but his wardrobe was of supreme condition; a brown coat, fresh black boots, a maroon vest and the several rings and watches lined across his arms was enough to deceive others as being considerably wealthy.
“We shoulda’ tapped into those provisions years ago.”
“You should know why we didn’t. The war would not grant us access.” I said before Jexis could guess incorrectly.
“I knew that.” Jexis laughed.
The war was a time of tribulation and misfortune for the multitude on the surface of Gennua, the soldiers of the neighboring world accused us for pillaging their lands and taking it as our own when it belonged to them. Their forces helped themselves to our nearly unlimited supply of gold which soon revealed the true objective; the initialization of war was to control our storages of the rare substance. We ultimately lost and now we are left to fight for what is left of our golden planet.

The Steamship crashed through the masses of clouds. It was the exhilaration of flying was what kept me from a more professional occupation, besides I had in mind that I could become the driving force behind the eventual repossession of our home, but I couldn’t do it alone. Jexis was the only other individual I trusted, he was once on the other side of the field, but was impelled to joined us when his inner conscience determined that he was among a perverse people. A man like that I honored, but sometimes worried about since he adopted the addiction to alcohol.

In the midst of my reminiscing I mistakenly altered the course of the Steamship and now we were exposed for the ground below to detect.
“What happened to the fog?” Said the drunken Jexis.
I bestowed a look of disapproval and rotated the wheel of the helm. As soon as the craft was almost turned to it’s port-side a massive object emerged from within the clouds. After the war they sent out mobile refineries what we titled them as “Sun Strippers”–created to capture vessels like mine and strip any remaining gold they didn’t retrieve the first time–and we were being followed by their flag ship.

I spun the wheel back to the right as hard as I could manage and pumped more coal into the engines, with a jolt a burst of blistering steam shot out of the exhaust vents and caused poor Jexis to fall to the cabin levels. The flag ship began it’s attack by penetrating our hull with small projectiles. I was content with that for I knew the integrity of my hand built creation.
“Jexis!” I called in urgency. “Take the wheel!”
“What? Me? Ya’ crazy!”
“I know.” I grabbed the turret at the stern and adjusted the gear-spring, with the push of a lever hot metal poured out and pelted the offender.
Jexis, who was ignorant to the functioning of piloting airships, harnessed the helm and steered erratically. It not only made my aiming a more tedious process, but it also flustered the accuracy of the flag ship. We took turns shooting at each other while spiraling in circles, almost a mechanical waltz of sorts. I could tell that the captain of the Sun Stripper was becoming increasingly aggravated and resorted to using a type of weapon I had only seen before in stolen diagrams.

A small canister attached to a wire launched from one of the hatches of the ship, sailing through the air until it hit the stern of my Steamship. It was a way for missiles to strike any viable target without a chance of failure, and now we were to await our impending fate. With a flash the missile fired from it’s dispatchment and guided itself on the wire. I estimated that I only had a small window of opportunity to devise a means of removing the harness, it was made of an exceptional fabric that didn’t get hot, however it was subjectable to sharp objects.
As absurd as it seemed I was prepared to jump off and slice the wire, taking a hold of a Grapple Sword.
“Steer toward the enemy!”
“Ya’ crazy, we’d get killed!” Said a perplexed Jexis.
“Just trust me.”
“Alright…”
I peered over the deck and saw the wire embedded deeply onto the craft.
With a running start I jumped off and the sword firmly at hand, slicing the wire cleanly. I flipped a latch on the side of the weapon and a wire of my own fastened to the side of the ship. Time seemed to slow down as I swung back aboard calling for Jexis to yaw upwards. He responded in the nick of time and the ship pitched up to the heavens just as the unguided missile traveled underneath the ship and impacted the Sun Stripper. An impressive explosion encompassed the enemy ship and devastated it enough to send it out of commission.

Jexis and I witnessed the burning machine plummet to the ground below, cheering for the victory we had claimed entirely by ourselves.
“I think I be givin’ up drinking.”
“I think that would be a fantastic doctrine to adopt.” I chuckled. For that moment I knew that our world of Gennua had a profitable future.

Surprisingly this is the very first short story have conceived successfully and I figured what better way to show it off than to send it in to contend other short stories.