My name is Avery and I'm going to college as a creative writing major. All I want is to make it through each day as they come to me.

My best friend since childhood is Nikki, an overly confident and energetic girl. She's all the heroine of justice, protector of dreams and wishes known (or, unknown) as Tranquitty. 

I don't envy her situation, but I am her #1 supporting character. After all, I'm the only one that understands what she's going through and is there to listen to her.

"meme" "review"
 *clap*     *clap*

(Sigh~) What should i write? 

Should i write about a kid who got bullied in naked-Leaf village because he had an angry mutated little fox sealed in his stomach? 

Or about a dragon who was born with too many balls and had to fling his sack to release his 7 overloaded balls over the universe. By which than a mutated human boy with a tail of a monkey search for all those balls in order to please the perverted dragon?

Maybe about a little ninja who massacred his whole clan in the village except for his little brother for a lottery ticket. Which then decides to become a pirate in order to search for that 
"One piece" of BBQ chicken wing?

(sigh~~) I really am a prodigy of the century, look how creative i am? Even Charles Xavier can't hold a candle to me when it comes to pure fresh-horse brain power. I call it HBP. Nice name right? 
Well... i will admit it does sound a bit like a STD name but doesn't matter. 
Anyyyywayyyysss i will stop stalling already, jesusss don't be so pushy.

I mean, hey its my first ever written novel alright? this novel will become my "Magnum Opus". 
I will be standing right before the hollywood entrance and also paste my hands in one of those tiles after this whole fiasco comes into the light right?

Oke to be honest i am a little nervous. What happens if i really do become famous because of this novel? look, look, look my little heart is already trembleling, thinking about all those ladies screaming my name at the entrance and throwing their panties to my face. 
What a beautiful scene it would be. 

But alas it won't happen to us writers as we have to work 24/7 and still get shit on(sadface). 
Do we really need to do this? Yes we do! Why you ask? Because without us prodigy authors writing novels for you guys: 
How can you learn to dream? 
To become someone big? 
To become successful? 
It all starts with imagination 
and of course with a little bit of dirty jokes here and there. 

So i hope i can inspire you to become a doctor or a lawyer, or both at the same time. i do prefer you would be getting graduated with both diplomas of course otherwise it would be a shame to my novel. And i will be getting bad review, comment and dislikes. Only because of you uhu. 

And for those that didn't make it to college don't worry. This novel let you inspire to get you a woman or a man that has a lot of money. In other words you will get a beautiful sugar-mama or a 
handsome sugar-daddy if you read this novel. 
Uhu, yes, yes 99.9% guaranteed. Almost like a c*ndom.

From now on i will be writing seriously and you will see me at chapter 175-180 come back.
So i hope you boys/girls/man/woman/EverythingInBetween/Tanks and 
Apache-helicopters will enjoy this novel. Thankyou<3

You can only read this if you are 18+
I repeat you can read this only if you are !!18+!!

This not your every day novel where its easy going easy life. Remember the title? Yes seven lives of sh*t so prepare some towels cus you will have to clean your bowels.
(get it? clean your bowels with towels cus they will be full of... what you didn't get it? never mind go away. don't read this gem its not for you anyways humpff~) and (noo this is not a tsundere tactical nuke strategy to hook you up, who do you think you are huh?).  

alright what else hmmm...

Aaaahhh Yes mc will be OP, very very very OP, but not so fast readers cus story will only start after chapter 180. Why? cus the mc will be in sh*t for a good 175 chapters. Yes a Prologue of 7 motherfricking parts, which consist of 180 chapters, where the mc gets fricked without a c*ndom by life. Can't do anything about it, the director and the producer are too hyped and said that they will go along and finance the whole 
PH mov-cough,cough,cough i mean novel of course what else you dirty minded #$@$#@.

so yeah...
what?
what are you looking at huh? freaking hell alright here is your stupid synopsis:
Go F*cking read the novel i don't have time for this.

here is my beautiful synopsis. Nice right?
yeah thought so too^^

After a wonderful summer vacation, it was finally time to go to college for the first time. I had spent the whole entire summer packing, and deciding what things should stay behind as well as the things I should give away.


It was depressing to say goodbye to Matthew. We had all said goodbye to him as a group, but we couldn't have a farewell party because he had his grad party the night before with his family.


Instead, we had a group get together at a restaurant to say goodbye to him. Well, we all had burgers and milkshakes.


The saddest person other than me was surprisingly James. It seemed that in a way the two had become closer over the last couple months.


Matthew left that night.


His phone still worked, and he texted me from time to time over that summer vacation, but the texts became less and less frequent.


It seemed that he had settled into England pretty well, and he was loving the Oxford campus a lot. He had met new people, and had also started attending business meetings with his father.


He seemed to be happy.


Meanwhile, I was enjoying my summer by going to the beach and hanging out with friends as well with family. I was enjoying every last minute of it. It was quite a relaxing summer, perfect for before the first year of college.


However, then I found myself ready to go to UCLA.


My bags were packed, and in the car. My family was gathered, and a few of my friends. And... James was there too, speaking with some of my relatives.


I gave a hug to each person there, and then got into my car to drive off. James also decided to leave the same time that I did. And so, we began our drives to college.


Many hours and cups of coffee later, I found myself on the UCLA campus. It was gorgeous, and I was so happy to find myself finally there.


"Hello, UCLA," I murmured under my breath. "My name's Miyah, and I'm so ready for this year."


But... I missed James. I missed Matthew. I already missed my family...


It was going to be a long year...


I bit my bottom lip.


It was too late now to turn back.


I parked my car in front of the administration building, and then entered the edifice. The lady at the front desk was kind enough to give me my schedule and help point out where the dorms were.


Then, I went to go find my dorm. When I got there, there was a girl there on one of the beds already. Her hair was red, and she had it up in a ponytail. Her eyes were brown, but a beautiful shade of the color. She glanced over at me, and then got up. "Ah! You must be one of my roommates!"


I nodded.


She stuck her hand out. "Hey, I'm Kyan Knights. Strange name, I know. Whatever. What's your name?"


I blinked once. It almost seemed as if she had chugged down an ounce of sugar and then five cups of coffee. "Nice to meet you," I said as I reached out my hand for a handshake. "The name's Miyah. Miyah Hatfield."


"It's a pleasure," she responded.


We let go of each others hands, and spent the time getting to know each other better.


We both liked the color blue, specifically turquoise. We both came from smaller towns in California, and had managed to get into our dream school.


"Oh. Also, I'm part of the softball team," she added.


"That's awesome!" I said.


Suddenly, the door was swung open, and two other girls entered. They froze when they saw us, but then smiled. "We're the other two roommates."


The one to the left was blonde, tall, and had curly hair. Naturally, her eyes were blue. In a way, they reminded me of James's eyes, since they were nearly the same shade of blue. Yet... James's was a bit warmer than her eyes were.


The one to the right had black hair that went down to her waist and bangs. She was much shorter than the girl to the left.


The girl to the right introduced herself first. "Hello. I'm Kloe Trujillo."


"I'm Ellenor Greenaway," the blonde one to the left said soon after.


After that, we all got to know each other better.


My first class was exciting, and I had it with Ellenor. I was very excited, and quite content that I was able to have my first class with someone that I knew. However, when we went to class, she immediately began to socialize, and I was left on my own.


She ditched me.


I let out a sigh, and set my gaze on a random seat. There was already someone sitting next to it. I neared the seat, and asked, "Can I sit here?"


The guy nodded.


"Thank you," I said as I sat down. After a pause, I decided that it would be best for me to introduce myself. "I'm Miyah."


"I'm Miles."


"Nice to meet you."


"Likewise."


The class was about creative writing. It was an elective course, but I had wanted to take one class that I would enjoy before taking more classes that would be more career related.


And it seemed as if the class was quite enjoyable. The first day we were allowed to write whatever came to our minds, and then we were dismissed. After getting the syllabus, of course.


Miles was an interesting guy. It seemed like he was going to major in computer sciences, but he also enjoyed writing, and thus decided to join the class.


He lived in LA, so he commuted from nearby, although I wasn't too sure what 'nearby' meant.


Once class ended, I had another class to attend, and I had this class with Kloe. She, unlike Ellenor, stayed by my side the whole entire class period. I got to know her a lot better, and decided I liked her.


I was not to keen about Ellenor, but I would tolerate her.


My first day at UCLA was great. And I was happy.

"We probably looked like a couple crazy in love. But, of course we would. We had concocted our pretend relationship perfectly, keeping the mask on until we could turn and hiss at each other in private once again. In an ironic way, the guy I hated the most was also the only person who knew the real me."




Miyah knew James since they were young. Yet, Miyah can't stand the guy...

One day, as James gets surrounded by friends and girls that are interested in him, he suddenly announces that he and Miyah are dating. 

Miyah decides to play along. However, she's always had feelings for her old best friend from elementary, whom she sees once again. 


James has always liked Miyah. For some reason, she's always hated him. James decides to show Miyah that he's different than what she thinks and so he forces her to pretend to date him and to finally see him for the person he is.

Gun-Ho was having a beer with Jae-Sik at the security office in his company. It was all dark outside.
"You used to be very active in the literature club when we were in high school, and if I remember correctly, you also participated in making our school newspapers."
"Yeah, I did. After graduating from high school, I went to college in Seoul and majored in creative writing. It was not one of the top universities, but I had a good life at that time because I could do what I enjoy doing."
"That's right. I think I heard that you studied creative writing."
"I even won the annual spring literature contest after graduating from college, which was held by a newspaper company in a province. At that time I felt like I could rule the world. I wanted to get a job in a newspaper company, but I found a job at a publishing company instead."
"So you got a job where you can use what you learned in college and that was also what you liked to do with your life."
"As you know, a publisher is different from a factory like here. It was a small publisher with only three or four employees and it wasn't doing very well."
"Hmm."
"However, that publisher was publishing a few bestseller books at that time, so they could pay me even though it was not much. I met my ex-wife there too."
Jae-Sik's voice started shaking when he talked about his wife.
"Have some more beer."

"Sure."
Jae-Sik sipped his can of beer before he continued to talk.
"Did your wife work at the same publisher?"
"My wife was a poet. In order to make our livings, we both worked at the publisher as a freelancer doing proofreading and editing."
"Hmm."
"So we hit it off when we met. I was a chief editor at the publisher at that time. Unfortunately, the company could no longer find a good book that would generate enough revenue. Any subsequent books we published were sold less than 500 books at a maximum."
"Does it cost a substantial amount of money to publish a book?"
"Our company usually published foreign books. So it cost more than 10 million won to do the translation, editing, design and printing work."
"Wow, it does cost a lot."
"That company eventually had to close its business. I couldn't find a job in the field afterward because the publishing industry wasn't doing well at that time. So I made a living by doing editing. However, I don't know what happened to me; I guess I had to stay in the field doing editing even though I wasn't making much. But, instead, I opened a deep-fried chicken restaurant with a loan."
"Hmm."
"I put about 100 million won in that restaurant business including its premium. However, the restaurant strangely suffered from the beginning. Moreover, my wife became testy because of the customers who were rude and loud, and sometimes they harassed my wife, those low-lives."

"Hmm."
"She would have been able to take some stress that arose from the business if we were making good money. However, the business was suffering, and we were pressured by the creditors to repay the loan, on top of those abusive customers. My wife couldn't take it anymore. You know people who write like a poem, they are more sensitive than average people."
"Did your wife invest her money in the restaurant too?"
"She did. She took out the money from her credit cards here and there and invested 20 million won in the business. I also used my credit cards in addition to loan from a bank and put about 40 million won in the business."
"So, you started the business with your own cash of 30 million won."
"I had a severance pay of 5 million won that I received from the publishing company's president. He literally cried when he gave it to me. And I borrowed 10 million won from my mother. I used those 15 million won in addition to my own cash—another 15 million won."
"The debt was too high compared to your own investment fund."
"The debt grew like a snowball and we were behind our rent. It was that time when my wife eventually suffered a miscarriage of a baby; she asked me to divorce her."
"Whew. I had similar life experiences. You had a harsh time."
"I haven't heard from my wife for a while. She must still be suffering financially because of her credit card debt. She is probably having a hard life doing editing work."
"Hmm."
"When I eventually closed the deep-fried chicken restaurant, I was left with a debt of over 50 million won. I suffered for quite a while by the creditors before I became a person with a bad credit score."
"Why didn't you apply for rehabilitation?"
"I did. With rehabilitation program, I was supposed to pay off debts according to a payment plan provided by the court. I was paying a certain amount of money to the court every month for several months until the accident happened."
"An accident?"
"I was doing the editing work, but when I couldn't get enough work to make a living, I got a job in a delivery company. I think I worked there for about half a year until the accident. I was delivering a package and I had to make a quick delivery, so I made a U-turn where I was not supposed to do and then I hit a car that was coming from the opposite direction. I crossed the yellow line to make a U-turn. I guess something happened to me that day to cloud my judgment."
"Hmm."
"I am not good at physical work since I have always done office work like writing and editing. Moreover, I had a bad credit score. So it was really hard to find a job. I saw Jong-Suk working with machines and doing welding. He looks great. I know I can't do that kind of work."
"So, you have 50 million won debt in total?"
"I have been paying for the debt until now. I think I have 30 million won left by now. Oh, I talked with the general affairs manager the other day about it. He said I would get paid 1.6 million won per month, and I can take the amount of basic living expenses out of it before it is seized. I think I can save some money then."
"Saving money?"
"Yeah. My rent is paid by the company, and I can have my meals at the company. So, I think I can pay off the debt after ten years working here."

"Right. The biggest expense that the people who don't make enough money is the cost of the rent. The people who don't have money have to pay for rent, and the people who have money receive that rent from them. That's the current economic system we are living in. Consequently, the gap between the rich and poor is getting bigger. Ten years are too long for you."
"Well, it is still hope. It's a good thing that the debt is shrinking instead of growing. There is one thing that bothers me a lot though. I collected some funds from our friends from high school to make an alumni directory book. I couldn't make it happen even though I really was going to make it."
"People don't make those types of directory book nowadays, do they? Many people don't want to expose their real address."
"I know. So I was going to enter their e-mail address instead of physical addresses with phone numbers. I started collecting the necessary information and writing some stuff already like the history and path that our school took so far and news from our friends, etc. I still have the writings with me. It will cost 2-3 million won to complete it but I used that money to pay my rent because I was about to be evicted. I became an animal to our friends."
Jae-Sik eventually burst into tears.

This is the story of a poor young man whose poverty even shreds apart their family willing to climb his way through society and into the top. A very realistic novel that moves away from fantasy and sci-fi and focuses solely on the issues of society and life.

She woke up with a tiny ray of sunlight illuminating her left cheek, the light coming from a gap created by her curtain that hung low at the foot of her bed.

With one swift pivot, she rose and sat straight for a while, scratching her head and rubbing off the mounds of saliva that dried off at the side of her mouth-- she drools a lot after all.

She checked her phone that lay idle at her bedside table; grasping it with a sleepy grip, she opened it and checked for messages. Her eyes widened upon seeing that there were 20 texts from various people.

One came from her college best friend, Phlan, with a text asking her if she'd attend her 8 a.m. class. She smiled in rebellion. Of course she won't. Given that she just woke up, no Breone will be attending her creative writing subject this morning.

The other 18 texts were from her annoying brother, Kevin. She opened one of the texts and found that it was a drunk text. "Ure ugleyhb as hecrckk, Breone." The text read. "Well, at least he got my name's spelling correct." She whispered, mustering a smile only her brother can paint on her face.

She did bother to read the other drunk texts her brother sent her. She scrolled through her phone and got to the bottom of her inbox and saw a text from someone she never thought would text her at this time, Jared. She opened the message and it read: "Are you free this afternoon? I have a coupon from that favorite korean barbeque place you love. I received it for free since I celebrated my birthday there last night. I plan on giving it to you. Do you want it?"

Her heart rejoiced but then ached. How could Jared not invite her to his celebration last night? Was she only a friend that's as good as a coupon's worth? 

She exited the message, not bothering to reply and threw her phone to her bed. Frustrated early in the morning, she crashed her body back to bed. She wouldn't let Jared's text affect her mood. He's only a guy. "Well a guy you truly like." Her mind whispered. 

Frustrated by this notion, she turned to her left to see if her roommates were still on their beds. Breone lived in a dormitory that's inside her university. Convenient, one might say but lonely and utterly depressing for Breone.

Seeing that she was the only one in her room, she went back to sleep, totally bearing in mind to wake up at 1 in the afternoon, just enough to miss her second class, and then she'd be free for the rest of the day. 

Breone has this silly nick to her attitude. She's often absent in her classes but she still passes with flying colors. Her professors don't seem to mind this habit of hers since she still delivers well even if she's absent two or three times a week in a subject.

Before she closed her eyes, she thought of Jared. How she secretly liked him for years. How her heart flutters whenever he asks her to go on a food trip with him.

It is during those moments she is reminded that this is what it feels like to have someone accompany you even in the silliest of trips, this is how it feels to just have someone by your side. But Jared isn't hers. And maybe, it will stay that way.

With doubt clouding her thoughts, she decided to sleep it off. 

With Jared as the last thought in mind, she drifted back to sleep with a heavy heart.

She gives 
her heart
Like flyers
out on the street--
existing only 
to be desolated 
by those 
who cannot
see.

She loves--
the kind
where she is blind
and unfailingly meek;
where the emptiness
of her palm,
and the pain
she has been,
cannot deplete
the love she
offers for
free.

She has shattered
in ways
unknown
because she 
gives--
Her love,
Her heart
that has never 
received.

"Hmm.. let's just ignore all the people then. " 

They sat there talking and teasing each other for some more time before heading to their respective homes. 


ONE YEAR LATER

Shradha walked into  Computer Science department. She had to meet the dean of the department regarding her project. After discussing for 45 minutes about the project, the dean wanted to speak to her regarding future plans and higher studies. He gave examples of a few seniors who were currently pursuing masters abroad and urged Shradha to think about masters. He seemed to think that with her grades, projects and coding experience all the good universities were within reach. He had said it would increase her value in the job market. Shradha had promised to research further about scholarships and other things for his sake. 

"At home, dad wants to increase my value in the wedding market; here the dean wants to increase my value in the job market. Why are people behind increasing my value !?" Shradha murmured jokingly. She walked to her scooty thinking Nishant would have enjoyed that dialogue. 

Within one year, a lot of things had changed, not just for Shradha and Nishant, but for others as well.  Prithvi and Rohan were integral part of their life and 4 of them hung out a lot at Rohan's apartment. Technically it was a shared place between  Prithvi and Rohan but  Prithvi paid only a small part of the rent while all other expenses were taken care by Rohan. They knew very well how to balance each others family and financial situation. Rohan was from a wealthy family in Delhi while  Prithvi was from a lower middle class family in Bengaluru.  Prithvi stayed in hostel as his home was far from college and daily commute was tiresome, but he visited home regularly. Rohan accompanied him most of time as  Prithvi's parents knew that he was homesick. So they showered Rohan with love and care. Rohan's family was grateful to know that someone was taking care of their precious son well. So they had never objected Rohan even when he spent a lot of money for  Prithvi. Both families were happy about their friendship.

Nishant had been spending a major part of his day in their apartment. He thought that their apartment was the perfect place for him to work on his writing. He would go back home mostly for eating and speaking in the night. Sheela had been really unhappy about this development, but there was nothing she could do. Her son did not respond to her emotional blackmails like earlier. In a way he had grown immune to her words. He would just smile and get on with his work. Nishant always tried his best not to be rude to Sheela or fight with her. He would just listen to her without actually listening to her and never argued back. This was the tactic his father had taught him secretly and this trick saved Nishant from stress. Then again, he hardly spent time at home. Writing had become one of the important part of Nishant and somehow Rohan's bachelor pad was the perfect place for him to be creative and write. Nishant had also been taking more responsibilities at lit club and he had been the chief editor of the college magazine for the last few months. 

***

****Ongoing re-write****


‘Agar Tum Saath Ho’ means ‘If you are with me’ in Hindi. These simple words could explain how shradha felt about Nishant. He was her sole source of energy; He was the only person who could sense her emotional distress and calm her down easily. He was her best friend, her guide, and also whoever she wanted him to be. To Nishant, Shradha was like a breath of fresh air. She always pushed him beyond his comfort level and helped him rediscover himself. She was his strength and also his weakness. 

Shradha was the girl who was considered as ‘bad influence’, while Nishant was the ‘good guy’, who was role model to many students and even parents. They had nothing in common except for the fact that both of them were lonely and maybe a little broken. 

Nishant and Shradha came together by coincidence. Their relationship started with simple friendship, which slowly grew into strong bond. He could show his silliness only in front of her while she could afford to show her real self only to him. Despite constant opposition from their family, Shradha and Nishant had continued to be ‘best friends’ and nothing else. 
They were each others ‘first’ in many things and even when the whole world could see how they were already in relationship, Nishant and Shradha could not see the obvious.
When they finally realized they have been in love the whole time, all it took was changing the status on social media.

****

I have been awed by the mystery and the powers of the elements since I was a kid. I think I ought to give credit to all the anime cartoons that was available in our time, especially when it dominated the Philippine Primetime shows in the 90's. I also caught the Funny Komiks fever which is actually quite an integral part of my childhood as I've learned to read and associate the words just by looking at the pictures – all by myself and with my twin brother, KC. This culture pushed me to draw pictures and cartoon characters that led for me to be creative, ultimately finding out that I can make and invent stories of my own. 

As my skill advanced from the traditional stick figures, I needed a challenge and by the age of eight, I have started to make my own stories loosely based on the arena-type battles such as Dragonball Z, Pokemon, and Flame of Recca. We don't have much money then so we have to improvise to hone our craft. After the end of our school year, my twin brother and I used to pull the spring from my notebook and compile all the empty leaves to stitch 'em up together to form a thick notebook to make my cartoon stories – my very own comic book. We have made tons of it, usually strips of stories that ranged from ten to twenty pages at most, but by the end of my first year in highschool I finished a full length comic book story called "Pyrobot" – a robot created to protect the Earth similar to Combatron and Megaman. But this didn't make me happy though. The plot of the story is quite juvenile then, so I plotted a story – a serious one that touches topics of mystery and gives tales of adventures made by an entirely different civilization. That's when I conceptualized "The Omegatribe", which is the book's original title eleven years ago. I tried to plan it to fruition but then school made me extremely busy, it forced me to just put a pin on that project. 

Graduation came fast which made me happy for a bit thinking I could start the project in hiatus but lo and behold, college revealed to be my enemy too. I tried drawing slides and planned to color it in the computer by scanning it and rendering it on Photoshop but all was in vain as this takes too long a time to continue. This project is going down the drain and I could feel the urge of giving up but luckily, God has given me a window. He led me to our college publication, The Business Access Magazine, and this gave me the necessary foundation to make me adept in putting my thoughts into words. After gaining my bachelor's degree in Management at the Pamantasan ng Lungsod ng Maynila, I finally vowed to finish the story I started on 2003 and turn this comic book into a novel instead. On January 2009, I started to write it all up. It's quite hard at first as I have been writing it while taking another degree in accountancy at the University of the East. Also, the challenge is the research and plotting the story to make it complete. This ate time that it took three years for me to finish it and another year and a half to revisit the story: to create a time table, assign the time frame, and identify the lunar faces on each chapter. I have finished writing it on the same time I passed the board last year on May 2013. I have to thank God for this miracle as I couldn't have done it without his blessing, guidance, and inspiration. It's quite a challenging adventure, one that I am really thankful to experience.

When Bathala created the world, He made sure that the Earth will be safe from the Mortals: the Men and Women of the Earth. Their potential for evil has saddened Him deeply. He has to go away to create Paraiso but He needs to protect them from destroying themselves.

To make sure that life will prosper on Earth, He has blessed three righteous tribes and mandated them to protect the Fountain of Life from being corrupted. The Fountain seeds green life on Earth. Without the fountain, life will cease to exist.

The three tribes that are led by Nagozul, Yagisiv Haya, and Daomagar, left their villages and created their dominion on Bathala's three islands collectively known as The Holy Lands. Their purpose: "Protect the Fountain of Life at all costs." They have been true in following their holy edict and have proven themselves to become the Holy Sentinels of the Lands of Bathala. They have maintained the secrecy and the anonymity of the Holy Lands with perfection as life continued on Earth.

Tens of thousands of years later, the Kingdom of Nagozul has now grown arrogant and has disobeyed Bathala's mandate. An impending doom now shrouds the Holy Lands. Extinction of the mortal race is upon them and the fate of the world is at stake. It is up to the brave Holy Sentinels, the young Princes of Nagozul, to complete the mission and save the souls that are inhabiting the islands of God.

"Sir is there any thing I can do for you." 118 responded to Tony after stepping down into the garage after Tony called for him.

"Yeah I need you to take me to the avengers Tower I have something I have to do." Tony explained to 118, while preparing his new portable iron man suit.

"Alright sir if you would step back I'll have our ride prepared." The Spartan commanded with his cold tone making Tony unconsciously stepped back and not a second later a giant vehicle materialized in mid air. 

The vehicle was of course a warthog that was stored along with many other things in a separate space within the spartan.

While a powerful ability it still isn't the gift that was given to him.

The gift has already been acquired in the form of a DNA Sample that was randomly collected  durning one of the many encounters Jackson 118 had with the mutants at exaviers institute.

( hmm how about a teaser remember the kid who could clone himself, yep he tried to pick up this big super soldier durning the small interaction the Spartans gift automatically activated giving him a ability similar to the mutant. )
.....
Tony let out a whistle of being impressed although he did want to know how the heck this beast of a vehicle appeared he refrained from asking so soon.

TONY- "So what do you call this 'THE PUMA' it Looks the part at least" Tony thoughtfully expressed with his free hand gently pulling his facial hair to stimulate his mind.

Jackson118 simply stared at him and said "WARTHOG" then he hoped in and the beast roared to life looking over at Tony he magnetically said "GET IN" and with the tone of his voice he managed to get Tony into the beast.

After sitting inside Tony felt small there was plenty of space for his suitcase and more.

After everything was ready the spartan drove off drifting out of the underground garage and once on the road he decided to take a short cut to avoid wasing time with a sharp turn the warthog flew off the road and went off road as it was meant to. Tony was in the passenger seat clutching his suit case for dear life.

Driving through some foliage and mud the spartan expertly used his radar to avoid objects as he drifted from side to side down the mountain.

During a particular nasty bump sending the vehicle soaring through the air Tony let out a yelp from the jerk of motion and unconsciously had to gasp for air at the speed they were moving.

during the whole ordeal our main man 118 was as cool as ice simply controlling the vehicle so as to not flip or crash unintentionally.

Once the tires touched down Tony was surprised that they were already on an asphalt road heading for the avengers tower at the speed limit for once.

"could you drop a hint before you go all Fast and Furious on me damn!" Tony couldn't help but say indignantly.

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Once finally at the tower the spartan simply unmaterialized his vehicle and followed Tony who looked at him as if wanting to ask him how instead he turned away and walked to the front doors opening them, welcomed in by a receptionist who was a young beautiful woman who was blushing up a storm seeing Tony until that is she saw Jackson in all his 8 feet 6 glory she felt terrified but she was curious about the man underneath the armor.

Tony seeing the situation decided to walk past the receptionist and to the elevator grumbling under his breath, once in the elevator he turned to realize the spartan waiting outside the elevator.

"What's wrong now come on get in" Tony impatiently said.

Deciding to just walk in 118 was surprised that the metal only groaned a bit before settling down and closing the elevator door.

Tony realizing why he stopped turned and looked him up and down " hey I know you way a Ton but the hulk probably ways more than you and I created this in case the hulk decides to take the elevator On accident so it wouldn't immediately brake."

 Tony explained while pressing the button for their designated floor. 

( would it be a button or would it be a touch screen interface no a voice command feature with Jarvis yesssss.)

 "Jarvis top floor and call the other avengers we have a new member who may or may not be joining the team."

After saying that Jarvis simply closed the elevator doors and responded with a British  accent. 

"Certainly sir right away "

The spartan simply said. "What's that supposed to mean"

Tony turned around And gave his self praising speech "I'm giving you a promotion ya I know I'm just way too nice, anyway I'm sure you'll pay me back later.

 (Tony shamelessly said without thinking about how it was his life that was saved by the spartan in the beginning.)

Alright so I've had this chapter for a while I went over it and fixed a few parts here and there.

Um I'm actually trying to improve my grades they are simply atrocious. 

a friend of mine has recently been kicked from the school because of his grades and I'm trying to avoid that. 

Thankfully a very nice Girl has entered my life and provided me with the support I've needed to continue with my education and not just enlist in the military like several other friends of mine.

Bottom line is that my creative Juices have been harnessed and drained and been put to use making essays for my english class and lab reports for my college Bio class.

I'm on a slippery slope, I either stay on the ball and pass or I lose way more than just a high school degree. 

I'm sorry I wont abandon my works it's just that currently they are all on Hiatus.

Lol what a weird word any way I'll keep trying to introduce other works so that hopefully I can inspire some one else to write.

Shit ya things are looking up next up in homework is College Algebra bye yall have a blessed day reading and or writing.

His name is Jackson 118 of the Spartans 2 program. He will be forced into a world not his own. Must use his spartan training to overcome obstacles that he will face.

um I dont own halo or marvel

I like to think the spartan is my own creation but like it's more like a creation of the people so I hes publicly available for use any one can use him please do and give me a shout out I'd love to hear about other stories https://discord.gg/uVvkXwy 

that should still be available contact me I may respond I prefer snap but oh well

Stories aren't supposed to start with the main character waking up. It's a rule that she learned in her creative writing class in college. Something about boring the reader or being a cliche. But that is exactly how her story started when she woke up and found herself surrounded by a doctor and two nurses.

"What's your name?" the doctor asked.

"Mei Lin, Yang Mei Lin." she replied in croaked voice, "Water." she demanded, her throat felt dry as if she had been deprived of water.

A nurse helped her drink a few sips of water as the doctor kept on asking her ridiculous questions like her parents' names, her birthday, her sister's birthday, her dog's name. It was starting to get annoying.

"Do you know the date?" asked the doctor.

Mei Lin shifted in the bed slightly and found herself wincing in pain, "I am sure that there must be a reason you asking me about all this stuff but can you please tell me why am I here?"

The doctor looked at her with a small smile on his face, "You had an accident, a very severe accident." that was all he said before he again asked about what date it was today and the last thing that she remembered.

"I remember drinking with my friends, we were partying late because I had gotten a job. And about the date, well I am not sure, is it 10 days from 16th of July?"

The doctor frowned, "What year do you think it is?" he asked.

"2017 of-course."

Both the nurses looked at the doctor while the doctor stared at her as if she had grown horns, "What? What's wrong?"

Before the doctor could reply they were disturbed by the sound of the door of the hospital room opening as Mei Lin's elder brother Yang Yang barged inside followed by their parents. "Hey" Mei Lin smiled weakly, she teared up feeling emotional as if she was seeing them after a while. How long was she in the hospital?

Her brother hugged her, being careful of her injuries, "Finally the beauty woke up from her sleep, hhmm." he said.

She raised her head and looked at her parents who were staring at her lovingly and with tears in their eyes while the doctor had that worried look on his face, the look that clearly said that there was something seriously wrong with her.

"Can you please tell me about what date it is today?" the doctor asked. Yang Yang finally let go of his sister and looked at the doctor with questioning eyes.

"I think it's July 2017 or it could be August depending on how long I was unconscious." she replied and now everybody in the room was looking at her as if she had said something wrong.

"What? What it is?" she frowned and once again before anybody could reply they were disturbed by someone again.

"I heard that she is awake. Is it true?" standing at the door, looking handsome as ever was the man of her dreams, Huang Li Wei. He was panting hard as if he had run on his way here and when his gaze settled on Mei Lin, he was immediately by her side, kissing her forehead.

"Thank God you are fine!" he said and now Mei Lin was sure that something definitely was wrong. Huang Li Wei had never been this much affectionate towards her, like never ever!

"What? What's happening? Can someone please explain?" Mei Lin asked.

"I was worried that this may happen. You had hit your head pretty hard after all. And sometimes with head injuries, you can experience a degree of amnesia." the doctor said.

"Eh, what?!" Mei Lin cried out.

"Amnesia?" the way Li Wei said the word was kinda heartbreaking, "Baby, don't you remember me?" he asked cupping her cheeks.

Mei Lin blushed, 'Baby?' since when did he start to address her by the endearment? "I do remember you." she muttered.

"She thinks that it's July of the year 2017." her mother said.

"So?" Mei Lin was expecting an answer. Amnesia? What date it is exactly?

"Miss Yang today is 1st December 2018. You don't remember more than a year of your life. You are suffering from retrograde amnesia." the doctor explained.

Mei Lin's eyes widened in surprise, her head started feeling heavy, her gaze blurred and she fell unconscious.

Yang Mei Lin has been in love with Huang Li Wei, like always. He's a year older than her and also her best friend's cousin. Since she was 14 she had fantasized about marrying him and becoming the mother of his cute babies. But now that her fantasy is coming true, she is all of a sudden having cold feet.

And to add to this already messy situation; there is Huang Li Wei's elder brother, the heir of Huang Enterprises, Huang Li Jun. 

His one look makes her heart race.
His touch makes her melt into a puddle.

What is it about him that does wonders to her?

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I took a creative writing course he are my assignments.

My Best Friend is a Magical Girl

7 Lives of hate and Infinite 8

I Hate Him and I'm His Girlfriend?

Story of a Big Player from Gangnam

An Unrequited Tale

Classmates to Soulmates

Legend of the Holy Sentinels - Night Hunters

Spartan In marvel

You Are My Everything

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