In the afternoon he was walking through the park plotting his next revolution, it was fall and the season had fully changed from vibrant to pastel. A revolution of sorts is fun to do, a kind of pick and choose to see what kind of magic could be woven.
Max crested a small hill along the pathway and discovered a little girl sitting alone on at a bench. She was eating a cookie. She had a small carton of chocolate milk beside her.
"Hello Mister," the girl said as Max passed by on the path. "If you run really fast you still can zip ahead in time. Though you already knew that didn't you."
That made Max slow down and he turned to face her.
"My mom doesn't want me to talk to strangers," the little girl said. "But in your case I just had to tell you of your aura and what it has to say to me."
"You perceive auras?" Max questioned her. He stopped a few feet away from the bench and hunched down to catch his breath.
"Yes I do," said the girl. She reached down and brought up a small carton of milk to wash down the solid. "They tell me things and what the person is up to. Like that evil man over there."
Max looked over to where the girl was pointing at and saw an elderly gentlemen sitting at the fountain feeding pigeons. The man had to be in his late 80's.
"He's thinking of nasty ways to kill those birds all the while as he is feeding them nourishment," the little girl said and went back to eating her cookie.
"And you can tell that by looking at him," Max asked. He glanced back at the man.
"That and the hundreds of dead souls that are hanging around him," she said brightly. "They are calling him a murderer."
"Oh?" Max said. He glanced back at the little girl who had finished one cookie and had taken another cookie out of a wrapper. "What do these souls look like?"
"They are wearing grey and black clothing and they all look like skeletons with skin on them. I am not suppose to know what skeletons are since my mom doesn't want me watching television. She says television is evil and has lots of evil stuff on it."
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Unlike a Flesh Wound
Frank slid down the wall, holding his chest; he could feel the blood pumping through his fingers. It looked bad, pretty damn bad.
"Damn," he muttered. "I always knew this day would come."
He could hear someone yelling to get a medkit. But he figured it was some other lifetime. He felt tired and wanted to sleep.
He was a LEGACY cell team member at one time, a professional hit man and he knew that he had been hit bad.
"Stay with me, Frank," Mags yelled at him. "Whatever you do, do not fall asleep."
Tired. So tired.
He felt Maggie's backhand. It jolted him back up and in the world of pain that he was in.
"Don't make me do that again," Maggie said to him.
"You've always wanted to do that," Frank told her meekly.
"Damn," he muttered. "I always knew this day would come."
He could hear someone yelling to get a medkit. But he figured it was some other lifetime. He felt tired and wanted to sleep.
He was a LEGACY cell team member at one time, a professional hit man and he knew that he had been hit bad.
"Stay with me, Frank," Mags yelled at him. "Whatever you do, do not fall asleep."
Tired. So tired.
He felt Maggie's backhand. It jolted him back up and in the world of pain that he was in.
"Don't make me do that again," Maggie said to him.
"You've always wanted to do that," Frank told her meekly.
The Pause in Effect...
Goner strolled into the diner to see Angst sitting at a far booth with her back to the door. He noticed Darius was up by the jukebox looking over the selection.
"It's a brand new day," Goner said as he approached the booth.
"Well duh," Angst said with the icy cold flavour of sarcasm.
Goner looked at her and had an urge to give her a playful cuff to the back of the head, but he thought better of it. The last time he did something on impulse Angst threw him through a window.
"You don't have to be pretty flip about it," Goner said as he slid into the booth and saw a look upon her that she was in serious thought.
"Sorry Gondi," Angst replied. The coffee cup in front of her was full and it looked like it had just sat there for several minutes. "Didn't mean to sound so flip."
"What's up?" Goner asked as he reached over and touched her hand.
"Nothing," Angst said. "Everything."
He reached over with his other hand and grabbed her hand into it. "Is it what we do?"
"No," she replied. "What we do is perfect."
"You're beginning to miss home?"
"No," she said with a slight smile. "That's farther from the truth."
"What's troubling you?" Goner asked. Then he looked over to Darius who was still hovering over the jukebox selection. "Is it the holy roller? You want me to take him out back and thrash him?"
That got her to chuckle and after that she said,
"I'm pregnant."
"It's a brand new day," Goner said as he approached the booth.
"Well duh," Angst said with the icy cold flavour of sarcasm.
Goner looked at her and had an urge to give her a playful cuff to the back of the head, but he thought better of it. The last time he did something on impulse Angst threw him through a window.
"You don't have to be pretty flip about it," Goner said as he slid into the booth and saw a look upon her that she was in serious thought.
"Sorry Gondi," Angst replied. The coffee cup in front of her was full and it looked like it had just sat there for several minutes. "Didn't mean to sound so flip."
"What's up?" Goner asked as he reached over and touched her hand.
"Nothing," Angst said. "Everything."
He reached over with his other hand and grabbed her hand into it. "Is it what we do?"
"No," she replied. "What we do is perfect."
"You're beginning to miss home?"
"No," she said with a slight smile. "That's farther from the truth."
"What's troubling you?" Goner asked. Then he looked over to Darius who was still hovering over the jukebox selection. "Is it the holy roller? You want me to take him out back and thrash him?"
That got her to chuckle and after that she said,
"I'm pregnant."
After the Fire, After the Pan...
Summer laughed.
Angst couldn't see the amusement in this particular episode, but she figured she would ask Summer about it later. Presuming, of course, that they would come out of this one alive.
Summer was leaning back against a wall rocking back and forth. Angst knew that she would crack in her first combat, but didn't everyone?
"Find a focal point, Summer," Angst ordered. "I need you on this one."
"S..s...sorry," Summer apologized. "I don't know what came over me."
"It happened to me as well," Angst said. She gut crawled over to where Summer was. "I need you to do something for me, only for a few seconds."
"I'll try," Summer responded.
Angst glanced over to where Frank was lying, he was still moving and that was a good sign. She tried to make a break to him but each time she moved a hail of bullets would rain down around her like an angry god.
"Frank!" she called out.
He didn't respond to her call.
"Hold on," she whispered.
Angst couldn't see the amusement in this particular episode, but she figured she would ask Summer about it later. Presuming, of course, that they would come out of this one alive.
Summer was leaning back against a wall rocking back and forth. Angst knew that she would crack in her first combat, but didn't everyone?
"Find a focal point, Summer," Angst ordered. "I need you on this one."
"S..s...sorry," Summer apologized. "I don't know what came over me."
"It happened to me as well," Angst said. She gut crawled over to where Summer was. "I need you to do something for me, only for a few seconds."
"I'll try," Summer responded.
Angst glanced over to where Frank was lying, he was still moving and that was a good sign. She tried to make a break to him but each time she moved a hail of bullets would rain down around her like an angry god.
"Frank!" she called out.
He didn't respond to her call.
"Hold on," she whispered.
Brownstone Blues
"Crap," Rick said. He dropped the control on the carpeted floor and slumped back into the sofa. "That's one hell of a level and we haven't made it to the boss yet!"
"Let's take a break, get some air," I interjected. "Maybe get a couple of suds to help us out."
"Sounds like a plan," Rick said with a sigh.
"I think Max played this game before since I have overhead him chatting about aspects of it."
So on that note we decided to head out on our task. Get air. Grab some brews and pop in and visit Max.
Max lived in a downtown section of the city in an old brownstone building. Well, the building wasn't brown anymore since it was painted red in colour.
I remember one day Rick and I were sitting around playing some Nintendo and having nothing better to do decided to pay Max a visit.
On the way there we stopped off at the liquor store and picked up a few various bottles of imported alcohol from various parts of the world. We thought we would surprise him.
We climbed the steps up to his humble abode and rapped on the door. Max answered and smiled when he saw that it was us who were at the door.
He stepped back and let us wander in.
"We brought some wobbly," Rick announced, holding up a six pack of various brew.
"I could use one about now," Max said. He went back to the desk where he was sitting with his laptop.
I glanced over to see what he was working on and saw Sekret Projekt X on the screen and some images that were indeed blurry. He closed down the lid.
"So what brings you lads over?" Max asked.
"Our feet," Rick snickered. He had opened up a bottle of Pestel and handed it over toward Max.
"We got tired of battling aliens," I replied. "Figured we give our fingers a break and see what you were up to."
He sat there and gave us a nod and accepted a brew. And gave it a long pull.
"Once we're finished here you should come over and join in on the activity," Rick said. "We are having problems with a LEGACY Cell..."
That's when Max broke out in a chuckle which in the short time I knew him was quite out of character.
"... so you played that one before?" Rick finished with a question. Rick was relieved because we had been trying to get past this level for hours.
"Let's take a break, get some air," I interjected. "Maybe get a couple of suds to help us out."
"Sounds like a plan," Rick said with a sigh.
"I think Max played this game before since I have overhead him chatting about aspects of it."
So on that note we decided to head out on our task. Get air. Grab some brews and pop in and visit Max.
Max lived in a downtown section of the city in an old brownstone building. Well, the building wasn't brown anymore since it was painted red in colour.
I remember one day Rick and I were sitting around playing some Nintendo and having nothing better to do decided to pay Max a visit.
On the way there we stopped off at the liquor store and picked up a few various bottles of imported alcohol from various parts of the world. We thought we would surprise him.
We climbed the steps up to his humble abode and rapped on the door. Max answered and smiled when he saw that it was us who were at the door.
He stepped back and let us wander in.
"We brought some wobbly," Rick announced, holding up a six pack of various brew.
"I could use one about now," Max said. He went back to the desk where he was sitting with his laptop.
I glanced over to see what he was working on and saw Sekret Projekt X on the screen and some images that were indeed blurry. He closed down the lid.
"So what brings you lads over?" Max asked.
"Our feet," Rick snickered. He had opened up a bottle of Pestel and handed it over toward Max.
"We got tired of battling aliens," I replied. "Figured we give our fingers a break and see what you were up to."
He sat there and gave us a nod and accepted a brew. And gave it a long pull.
"Once we're finished here you should come over and join in on the activity," Rick said. "We are having problems with a LEGACY Cell..."
That's when Max broke out in a chuckle which in the short time I knew him was quite out of character.
"... so you played that one before?" Rick finished with a question. Rick was relieved because we had been trying to get past this level for hours.
Of Detours & Snakes...
"You are going to have to go around," the police officer said as he approached their vehicle. He shined a flashlight in the direction where he wanted them to go. "I'm sorry but there is no way through here at the moment."
"No problem officer," Frank said as he turned the wheel. He followed the other cars as they detoured around the wreckage.
Max sat in the passenger seat, his arm dangling out the window as he flicked the cigarette. The ash fell and dispersed along the ground.
"Damn, that was messy," Frank said out of earshot of the officer. "We're lucky we weren't pulled over and searched."
"They have other things to worry about," Max replied matter-of-factly.
"No problem officer," Frank said as he turned the wheel. He followed the other cars as they detoured around the wreckage.
Max sat in the passenger seat, his arm dangling out the window as he flicked the cigarette. The ash fell and dispersed along the ground.
"Damn, that was messy," Frank said out of earshot of the officer. "We're lucky we weren't pulled over and searched."
"They have other things to worry about," Max replied matter-of-factly.
The Knight Line
The subway car rumbled through the tunnel zipping through various
stations along the way. The car was taking them where they were
needed.
Max was reading a newspaper when his cellphone chimed in. The noise was low and it didn't wake Suki in the seat ahead of him, she was crawled up on the chair fighting demons in another world.
"Hello."
"Um...err.... Hi. I think I might have dialed the wrong number."
"Who were you trying to call?" Max asked as he noticed the tone in the voice.
There was a long pause before the voice said, "A crisis centre. Look, I'm sorry my fingers must of slipped."
"That's okay. Do you want still want to talk? I'm a good listener and I've got nothing on my plate for the next little while," Max said as he placed the newspaper down and leaned forward.
"I'm not sure."
"What can it hurt? Like a help line I am just a voice in the night," Max replied. He got up and started walking down to a more secluded spot where he could chat freely. "Then you can call the crisis line after our chat if you want."
"Um.... alright sir."
"Max. Call me Max."
"Max... I'm... I'm... Urban."
"Hi Urban," Max replied with seriousness. "Tell me what are you planning on doing?"
"I... I want to kill myself. I have a gun I took out of my mom's purse and I want to end it all."
"Well, if that's the way you want to go." Max said. "I've seen some hairy situations come about as a result of gun shot. The first thing you have to do is make sure you've stick the barrel in your mouth, and to do it quick."
"What do you mean?"
"I mean if you want to end it right you put the gun in your mouth and pull the trigger. Because if you hold the barrel to your temple, the gun will jerk involuntarily and instead of ending your life you begin the next stage as a vegetable or worse."
"Uh..." there was a pause. Max knew he was making the caller see things in a different light.
"If you don't mind me asking... Why do you want to kill yourself in the first place? What is the problem that you are facing that would make you want to kill yourself? Do you have a note?"
"A note?"
"You mean you were going to kill yourself without leaving a suicide note?"
"Do you mean a will?"
"No, not that. A will is something you leave to bequeath on family and friends. But that this doesn't concern you. A note is what you jot down, a sort of epitaph to the world on why you killed yourself."
"I had thought of writing one but never did..."
"Well grab a pad and a pen."
"Seriously?"
"Yes? Go find something. I will wait."
There was a minute pause.
"Um, I found a notebook I use for school."
"Good. Good. Now before you write I want you to jot down the things in life that you are upset about."
"There's a lot that I am depressed about."
"We're in no rush."
Max was reading a newspaper when his cellphone chimed in. The noise was low and it didn't wake Suki in the seat ahead of him, she was crawled up on the chair fighting demons in another world.
"Hello."
"Um...err.... Hi. I think I might have dialed the wrong number."
"Who were you trying to call?" Max asked as he noticed the tone in the voice.
There was a long pause before the voice said, "A crisis centre. Look, I'm sorry my fingers must of slipped."
"That's okay. Do you want still want to talk? I'm a good listener and I've got nothing on my plate for the next little while," Max said as he placed the newspaper down and leaned forward.
"I'm not sure."
"What can it hurt? Like a help line I am just a voice in the night," Max replied. He got up and started walking down to a more secluded spot where he could chat freely. "Then you can call the crisis line after our chat if you want."
"Um.... alright sir."
"Max. Call me Max."
"Max... I'm... I'm... Urban."
"Hi Urban," Max replied with seriousness. "Tell me what are you planning on doing?"
"I... I want to kill myself. I have a gun I took out of my mom's purse and I want to end it all."
"Well, if that's the way you want to go." Max said. "I've seen some hairy situations come about as a result of gun shot. The first thing you have to do is make sure you've stick the barrel in your mouth, and to do it quick."
"What do you mean?"
"I mean if you want to end it right you put the gun in your mouth and pull the trigger. Because if you hold the barrel to your temple, the gun will jerk involuntarily and instead of ending your life you begin the next stage as a vegetable or worse."
"Uh..." there was a pause. Max knew he was making the caller see things in a different light.
"If you don't mind me asking... Why do you want to kill yourself in the first place? What is the problem that you are facing that would make you want to kill yourself? Do you have a note?"
"A note?"
"You mean you were going to kill yourself without leaving a suicide note?"
"Do you mean a will?"
"No, not that. A will is something you leave to bequeath on family and friends. But that this doesn't concern you. A note is what you jot down, a sort of epitaph to the world on why you killed yourself."
"I had thought of writing one but never did..."
"Well grab a pad and a pen."
"Seriously?"
"Yes? Go find something. I will wait."
There was a minute pause.
"Um, I found a notebook I use for school."
"Good. Good. Now before you write I want you to jot down the things in life that you are upset about."
"There's a lot that I am depressed about."
"We're in no rush."
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