Gemma Liu is thick skinned, out going, and most importantly, she knows what she wants. She is the personal assistant for Charles Wen of Wen Technology. He also happens to be what she wants. 

The problem with that, however, is that Charles is immune to the charms of women—including her. He is cold, harsh, impatient, and people often leave his office in tears. That doesn’t deter Gemma in the least. She’s declared war on his heart of stone. 

Then one day, a tragic accident leaves Charles Wen disfigured and in need of long term and in-depth care. Gemma is ready to stay by his side and care for him but Charles is anything but happy about it. Unfortunately for him, his family thinks she’s perfect to be his caregiver...She’s the only woman not afraid to look upon him. His grandfather decides that Gemma must be the daughter-in-law of the Wen family. 

Charles says he will marry no one, because what woman would love a monster? Will he let down his guard long enough to give Gemma a chance?

In the night, 11:00 pm


As the girls knew that they had to be on time otherwise who knows what kind of consequences Mike sir was gonna make them bear? So at least Ally and Sabrina set the alarm of three and went to sleep... But Alena? She still was reading her all time favorite detective novel's new version which was released just a week ago.




"Hmm.. Will read next chapter in morning... Shit! It's 2 already? Ah!! I should sleep." Alena said and wrapped herself in her blanket and fell asleep in seconds.




After two hours, 4:00 am.




As the girls didn't knew where the training centre was. Mike had told them to be present at the base house.




As expected.. Ally and Sabrina were on time, but Alena...




"So, where is she?" Mike asked.


"She-she is coming" Ally said this and gave a call to Alena while hiding her phone at the back.




"Austin, Take Ally's phone." Mike said.




And there Ally's phone was confiscated.




Mike being a punctual guy, he did NOT like anyone being late. It had already been 20 mins now and Mike's anger rose and was at it's peak.




"Hmm. Girls, you will come with me. Direct me the path to Alena's house." Mike said holding his anger in his clenched fist.






As soon as Mike reached Alena's home, he got out of his car and rang the doorbell and knocked the door. To Mike's surprise the door was actually open!


"Is this usual that she is this careless or she wants the punishment that badly, hmm?" Mike asked.


'She must have forgotten to lock the door after reading her novel..' Ally and Sabrina thought.


"Where is Alena's room located?" Mike asked.


"Upstairs, second room on right." Ally said


As Alena's room door was opened too. Mike entered the room and found Alena, the sleeping beauty.


"I am really sorry but this beast is gonna wake you up." Mike said.


First Mike took the blanket so she might wake up because of cold but Alena was a deep sleeper, the cold couldn't wake her up. As Mike had already lost the 30 mins of his traning session and ran out of patience, he just picked up the sleeping beauty from her bed and made her sit in her bathroom and what more? Turned on the shower which definetely made Alena wake up and shout "Mummmy!"


As Mike's work of waking up Alena was done he asked the two girls to dress her up.


And finally at 4:45 they were ready for training session.




"Ok, now our training session starts with running to the training centre of agency which is 7 kilometres away from here. And your feet will only stop when we reach the destination." Mike said and started running with his slowest speed.




After 2 hours, 6:45


"We cannot do rest of the training today because of certain someone," Mike glared at Alena. "But here is your dietary plan from the physician of agency. Follow this plan. If tomorrow someone gets late I have asked someone to ready a bath tub with ice cubes in it. Be ready for it." Mike said and got inside the training centre.




"Is he even a human? Asking to take a bath in ice cube water bath tub?? Are you freaking crazy?!" Alena said.


"Well, just be on time tomorrow. Otherwise, the way he made you shower in cold water then he can make you sit in the icy water too." Ally said.


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Goodwill company


The structure of this building was quite similar to that of WOSDA's but of course the interior was different. It was simple yet classic with black, grey and white colour combination.




CEO OFFICE
Leonard Johnson








Today in CEO'S office Mr. Harry was sitting and looking at the suspicious candidate's files and other documents.






Sooner, the time of office to start was here.




"Sir, the candidate is here." Leonard's secretery said




"Send him in." Mr. Harry said.




The candidate was a young looking guy, tall and handsome. He was wearing a grey buisness suit with a black necktie with a special button on his knot. The guy entered the office with confidence and stood for some seconds and then sat after receiving the command to sit from Mr. Harry.






"Charles Dunkin?" Mr. Harry said.


"Yes, sir." Charles said.




"Your tie is looking good Mr. Charles" Mr. Harry complimented as he noticed that the tie indeed looked 'special'




As Charles heard this compliment he started to sweat touched his knot as to losen it a bit.




This nervous behaviour of Charles gave him away but Mr. Harry still played along so that he admits himself for what he came here.




"So, Mr. Charles, the information about Human Resources department II is known to very selected people. Who did you come in contact with to apply for this post?" Mr. Harry asked.




This question was not something that he had known about. But as a sharp agent he said "My elder brother knows some government officials."


"But in the file it says that you are a single child, Mr. Charles." Mr. Harry said as he looked at the details.




"He isn't blood related, more like a friend." Charles said.




"Enough! Just how much are you gonna lie? That camera in your knot gave you away, your behaviour gave you away. It's your choice now Either you go back home and to your agency safe and sound or your dead body goes there," Mr. Harry said as he took out a gun from drawer. "My agents are all here so you are pretty much trapped."


Thinking for some seconds Charles told what he was here for.


"Your agency is target of three agency which has made alliance to destroy you, your agency and your agents. I was there informer as they promised me to give 2 million for my mother's surgery." Charles said.


"We will give you a post in this company with a good package, the company will take all charges for your mother's surgery. But you need to be loyal to us." Mr. Harry said as he passed a contract to him which had more details about this.


Hearing about this, Charles had only one thought that his mother with be cured, so, he said yes and signed the contract.


"But sir..the camera?" Charles asked.


"Oh! No need to worry about that! Our agency has already dealt with it." Mr. Harry said patting Charles's shoulder and went away.

Alena, Ally & Sabrina's life changes when they find out that they have been chosen as agents to work for a secret agency. The training starts and the first rule to become agent is to be punctual. 

"Is this usual that she is this careless or she wants the punishment that badly, hmm?" Mike asked.

"Are you sure you don't want me to come with you?"

I laughed as I opened the door and stepped out of the car. "I'll call you at lunchtime."

"If she's too hard on you, let me know." Julian smiled.

I shut the door before that man could say anything else ridiculous. Hard on me? She was only meeting with me because of Julian and Charles to begin with! Could she really afford the option of being hard on me?

...Well, at least I was trying to convince myself she couldn't afford that option.

I looked up at the large building in front of me. The glass and metal skyscraper held the offices of Teen Rouge. I walked as confidently as I could into the lobby and up to the reception desk.

"How can I help you?" The girl behind the desk gave me a blinding smile.

"I have a meeting with Miss Abbott?" I tried to conceal my internal wince at the question at the end. So much for confidence.

"Ah, let me just check her schedule." The receptionist turned to her computer, clicking away at her keys. I knew my appointment would be there, but I still couldn't help the dryness that crept into my mouth.

"What was your name?"

"Alice Ha– Leonhart." I had started to say my unmarried name before I caught myself.

"You're right on time." The receptionist turned to another side of her computer and grabbed a guest security pass. "Clip that onto your shirt. You'll just go through those terminals over there and then up to the fortieth floor. Let the receptionist there know you're here for your appointment," she said as she handed me the pass. 

I nodded and thanked her. Clipping the badge to my shirt, I took a slow breath. I really didn't have anything to be nervous about. Other than the fact that in all my lives, I had never attempted anything like modeling.

Nothing to worry about at all.

I did as the receptionist instructed and arrived in a stylish office on the fortieth floor. I was asked to wait on a plush couch for Charles' sister to come to greet me.

While I was waiting, I did my best to keep from fidgeting. I had been dressed by Ileana, nearly to perfection. My hair was styled, my makeup was simply done, and my clothes were the latest fashion. Internally, there might be nothing about me that said model as far as I knew, but externally I knew I at least didn't look too out of place.

"Alice?"

I looked up at the sound of a friendly woman's voice. There stood a gorgeous woman not much older than I was– she was probably in her mid- or late-twenties. I could see she had the same eye color as her brother. She stood at least half a head taller than me, even with both the heels we were wearing. 

"It's very nice to meet you, Miss Abbott." I stood up and shook the hand she had offered to me. 

"Call me Lynn, please. It's lovely to meet you as well. Shall we?" She gave me a blinding smile and lead me back towards her private office.

She indicated some plush seats in front of her desk and we both sat down. A part of me was slightly relieved she hadn't sat down in the seat behind her desk.

"So, I'm told you'd like to get into modeling."

Lynn certainly didn't want to waste any time getting straight to the point. I nodded. "Uhm, yes. What exactly did Charles tell you?"

"Julian spoke to me, actually. I was ready to make Charles beg me for a favor, but it turned out to be from his friend." The smile never left her face as she spoke. I swallowed. "You desperately need to enter the public's eyes and fast."

"That's the short of it, yes."

"Well, I won't ask for the details. Modeling will certainly get you there. Do you have any experience?"

I wracked my brain for anything that might count. "No, not unless you count social media."

Lynn laughed. "That certainly doesn't hurt. Usually, anyway. How many followers do you have?"

"A little more than seven thousand."

"How often do you post?"

"I used to post maybe every week? I don't use them anymore." I felt as though I was being interrogated. Lynn didn't show any signs of stopping her questioning. 

"That's not a bad amount for not trying. Show me your posts."

I held out my phone to her and she swiped through my accounts. There wasn't much to scroll through, but she paused on each picture, occasionally zooming in to get a closer look. I hadn't posted since I had been revived. To be honest, I hadn't even looked at my accounts since then. In my past lives, I had used my feeds for travel photos sometimes, but before I had been caught in my death loop, I used to post mostly only solo shots my mother had insisted on taking of me.

"I would say you have potential." Lynn handed my phone back to me and looked me up and down. "Would you say you're professional? Able to follow instructions well?"

As a previously spoilt, sheltered girl, in a past life I would not have been able to say yes without lying. But now I was able to nod with determination. "I am."

Lynn stared at me, her eyes never moving from my own. Finally, she stood up and headed to behind her desk.

"These are three modeling agencies that are currently recruiting. I'll write you recommendation letters to each of them. All you have to do is submit a portfolio online. Most of what you have on your social media should work, but get someone to take a few more to add diversity. Have Julian give them a call if you aren't confident about getting through to the interviews." Lynn handed me a folder. "Once you're hired at an agency, I'll get you a shoot with Teen Rouge."

Opening the folder, I could see the business cards of each agency, a list explaining what each had to offer, which agencies worked with which brands… I hadn't expected Lynn to tell me everything to do so simply and plainly. She must have prepared all of this right after speaking with Julian. 

I jumped up and wrapped my arms around her. "Thank you, Lynn!"

I felt her stiffen in my arms before she laughed and returned the hug. "You don't have to be so grateful. I could have forced one of our partner agencies to take you on, but then you wouldn't have the same respect from earning your spot."

"No, this is perfect. I won't let you down."

I practically skipped out of Lynn's office. The nervousness I had felt at using connections to force my way into a position of public notice was fading. Though I was still using connections, at least I would go through traditional channels. If Julian's mother looked into anything, she would only see me pursuing a legitimate career without too much of Julian's interference.

I had to do my best not to let Julian's family catch onto what I was doing. If I suddenly appeared overnight in the spotlight, they would immediately be suspicious that something was going on, even if they didn't know what. But if I was hired at an agency and slowly began appearing more and more, there wasn't much they could do about it. By the time they would notice I was in the public eye, it would already be too late.

As soon as Alice entered her husband's house, she was abandoned. Her husband ignored her and her best friend betrayed her. She led a lonely life until the day she died. But god granted her a second life.

She attempted revenge, but failed and died alone again. Until god granted her a third life... and a fourth... and a fifth... So revenge wasn't working, but maybe she could escape that lonely marriage entirely! As fate would have it, she died again and again no matter what she did.

Alice nearly gave up on living altogether, but just as she is about to die in her twenty-third life, something makes her change her mind. This twenty-fourth life will be the last. This will be the life she changes everything!

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Things get bad for all of us,
almost continually,
and what we do under stress is who/what we are."
-Charles Bukowski
(This man is amazing. I honestly love all of Bukowski's quotes and poems, especially those read aloud by Tom O' Bedlam. 'illneas' has a lot of Bukowski poems on Youtube, so if you're interested I recommend them. I'm particularly fond of 'The Strange', 'Bluebird', 'A Smile to Remember By' and 'Go All The Way'.
 The rest of the tournament preceded with little to no fuss because for however much Urakaka had improved, she wasn't the opponent of Todoroki who chose to use both of his powers. Although he proved to be rather inept at using his fire itself, it was the perfect compliment to the drawbacks that he had observed of his ice powers. If his body was ever on the verge of being frozen by its own power, he could just heat himself up with his fire powers. It effectively eliminated one of his main weaknesses; the only one left was his stamina itself. 
And he had proved rather quickly that he had an abundance of it.
It was a gigantic iceberg that appeared out of thin air; Deku could feel the sudden drop of temperature all the way from his seat. It was almost the entire width of the stadium, and as he slowly pushed it forward, Deku praised his choice to stop him from the get-go in his head. He honestly doubted that anyone else could bring out that much raw force, except maybe All Might. In a competition like this with an out of bounds clearly marked, Todoroki might as well have been God himself.
Well, 'might' was might in the end. For within that fragile shell of pure and insurmountable power rivaling that of a god, there was the heartbeat of a small, slightly damaged human. Deku could see the moment with perfect clarity as Todoroki slowly turned around to the booming voice of Endeavor, who was begrudgingly being dragged away for further investigation. The monster wore a repulsive smile upon its face despite its' current predicament, its eyes glowing with a morbid, sickening shade of pride. The security quickly made him shut up and dragged him out of the arena, but the damage was already done.
The flaring fire on the top of his shoulder flickered, interrupting his defrosting process. The rest of the match saw no trace of his flame, and his body only being incaged by ice. Urakaka was eventually pushed out of the arena helplessly, and the tournament was concluded.
Very straightforward. If only life would stop interfering at the worst of times.
'...That may have undone everything I said to him. While words of encouragement and truth are nice, it's not like they fix everything. Humans always prioritize emotions over everything else. It's up to him now, and what he decides to do with his powers. Well, it was never really any of my business anyway. Only heroes go around saying preposterous things like it's their job to be nosy. That said...'
He glanced down at the figure encased in ice and felt a strange sense of pity. For all of his power, he was merely a human in the end.
'I hope he can decide on what he truly wants to do with himself, and those powers of his. Before someone takes advantage of it, as he did to me. Her life is gone because I didn't realize what I truly wished for. But you still have chances to decide. I hope they're not wasted.'
He walked away slowly and let the noise of the crowd drizzle out into nothingness as the distance swallowed it whole. He still had some time until the awards ceremony, and it would be stupid of him to subject himself to the mess of bodies that was the stadium without reason to. He leafed through all of his 'emails to friends and family back in America', to slightly update the profile of Todoroki. They were all embedded with code while also maintaining a letter-like format, so even if someone stumbled upon them, they would think nothing of it.
'Was there really any point to it though? Surely, All For One is aware of the extent of his ability already. My service is useless-'
He forced his thoughts to a halt, which were oddly active and more self-deprecating than usual. Slowly, he took a few breaths in and out, but the odd feeling wouldn't dissipate. He just felt high-strung everywhere, and his body wouldn't settle down. His gaze fell down upon the database of quirks, and he resigned himself to reading the whole thing all over again.
Slowly but surely, he let himself get lost in the detailed framework and structure of the myriad varieties of quirks available.
Even as a young child, he had enjoyed quirks, and as he got older, it became a passion of sorts. A passion mostly rooted in inferiority and longing, of course, but a passion nonetheless. At the ripe age of 15, it became an escape from the patchwork mess that was his life. When swimming in the sea of words, the voices in his head that always condemned him quieted down to a low hum in the back of his mind. It was ironic that his coping mechanism was what largely caused his predicament today, but it was healthy, so he could live with being the butt of irony's jokes. He couldn't afford to set himself off and drown aimlessly in the sea of negativity, after all.
Even though he deserved it.
No, put a stop to that line of thinking-
"A-Allean? Sorry if I got your name wrong, by the way. The teachers sent me to get you for the award ceremony. Did ya not hear the announcement over the intercom?" Deku just barely restrained himself throwing a knife at the unexpected voice. "Anyway, they're gonna begin pretty soon, so we'll have to rush a little bit."
"...Kaminari-san, you startled me."
A slightly muffled, mocking laugh rang out of his mouth like a pair of old, rusty bells. His body subtly shifted over, at the perfect angle, somewhat rendering the security camera useless. He was certain that it was now impossible to see the lips of both people now. Throughout the entire transition, Deku's slightly alarmed eyes took note of a reflection of the light in the shape of a knife.
'He's armed... He has that electric quirk, and even though he couldn't have hurt me through that, I was distracted enough that he probably could have got a good slice in. Dammit, what in the world is going on? This guy's trying to be a hero, right? Or could he be similar to me...'
"Situational awareness is a must for heroes, isn't it? Well, actually I wouldn't say that's true. It's always the quirk that matters most in the end... It's rather sad, isn't it? We have the same type of quirk, yet you got all the way to 3rd place. Haa, I feel like I'm being replaced."
He narrowed his eyes ever so slightly. Did this guy think that he was getting replaced? Is that what's happening?
"...I don't quite get what you mean. I'm merely an exchange student. I'll be gone pretty soon."
Very soon, in fact, he thought as he recalled the text he had received from All for One. He had judged that he had gotten enough information, and got permission to break cover at any time necessary. Kurogiri was on stand-by and ready. They needed him back as quickly as possible for a new operation, so preferably as soon as possible.
If Bakugo was going to confront him about that, like he was suspecting, then it had come at a very good timing indeed. In any case, Kaminari had a peculiar look on his face as he hummed underneath his breath. In an instant, it all disappeared and was replaced with his cheery deposition.
"Well, that makes things simple. Haha, sorry for saying something weird, how about we just agree to forget about it?"
He stared at his eyes marveling at the difference compared to his eyes in their previous encounter, before walking off to the Arena.
"Sure. I have to go to the Arena now, so bye."
As he walked away, he couldn't help the faint shiver that traveled up his spine with a certain realization. He had never had any inkings whatsoever that Kaminari was, in fact, a spy. If this wasn't just his paranoia, then he truly was fearsome. Like a viper slinking around in the dark, and so incredibly lethal. He would have to be more careful from now on.

(Villain Deku; My Hero Academia Fanfic)

Think to yourself, just this one little question-
"What if the Sludge Villain never got away?"

Warnings: Gore, Brainwashing, Murder, Suicide, Bullying, Depression, Self-harm.
I don't own the cover, and if the artist wants it taken down I will do so immediately.

Friday began well: it wasn't raining - the sun was actually peeking out from between the clouds now and then - and the little witches below had suspended the running fight which Charles was the better Charles.
I looked at the drawings I had done the previous day while the Noyces prepared to vacate the premises. I found a few more flaws, but overall both portraits were good. Finding those flaws made me happy. It meant I was developing as an artist.
I dug out the tube I used for carrying pictures and rolled up the two portraits and put them inside. The Noyces left, and I did my morning routine. I was getting really sick of bread and corn beef and apples. But I shuddered when I thought about getting a carton of eggs and going down to the kitchen to prepare breakfast. I didn't want to get too chummy with the Noyces. Something in my subconscious told me it wouldn't be a good idea. I questioned my pal about that, but he wouldn't tell me why.
I enjoyed my walk to the office - the sun was out - and was surprised to find both Klein and Robinson were in. They seemed to be in a tizzy, too. When I entered, they were looking through some documents they'd spread on Klein's desk. They raised their heads to look at me and both gave me acknowledging nods and went back to scrutinizing the papers.
"There you are," I heard Robinson say as I was hanging up my jacket. "In black and white. Balance to be paid within thirty days of completing the transaction."
"Are we going to court with this?"
"Of course not. I'll pay the old fool a visit after I'd seen Sissy, and try a little friendly persuasion. If he balks, I'll try a little unfriendly persuasion. Don't worry about it, Abel. Are you seeing Schenker today?"
"Yes. We have a lunch date."
"Good. Word of warning: if he orders oysters or anything else that's going to give his ulcer a hard time, wrap up everything before he's finished eating."
"I didn't realize oysters are bad for ulcers."
"They are when one drenches them in Tabasco, and he does."
"Oh."
"Indeed."
They both departed soon after that, Robinson giving me four letters to type up before he left.
"I should be back by three at the latest," he told me. "Oh, by the way. Moore might pop in to drop something off for me. You know, the fellow that got all suspicious about you being here. Don't take any guff from him, my boy. If he gets difficult, refer him to me. Politely, of course. One doesn't want to antagonize police officers, even when they're being silly asses."
"I understand."
He buzzed off, and so did Klein. I was a bit disappointed that I didn't get the chance to present them with their portraits. They'd both given my tube curious glances - I had hung it at the back of the coat rack, and Klein had actually stopped to examine it on his way out. But he made no remark, and neither did Robinson.
I celebrated my solitary, independent office status with a couple of coffees and cigarettes. Then I typed up Robinson's letters, keeping an eye on the front door and expecting the dreaded Moore to show up at any moment. But he didn't, and after I'd finished with the letters I found myself thinking about the other Moore - the Jane of unit 31, 4 Myrtle Street.
I had the slip of paper G. Papadopoulos had given me neatly tucked away in my wallet. I got it out and looked at the address and then the phone number. Four three one, flanked by a bunch of primary numbers. I smoked two cigarettes walking around the office, throwing glances at that piece of paper and the phone.
When Klein got back I went to the post office determined to call Jane Moore and to put that business to bed once and for all. I also wanted to talk to Roch. The hot dog guy was there as usual and I bought a couple and almost sobbed when I saw how little money I had left, with payday still a week away. I changed my mind about the phone calls: I wasn't going to spend a goddamn nickel on anything that wasn't a necessity.
I did buy a newspaper on my way home, and rolled an extra thin joint when I got there and spent the evening in my room, reading everything and retaining nothing because even a tiny joint of Cambodian killer weed was enough to get me completely stoned. I spent a long time looking at the cartoons and thought about drawing a comic strip that I could sell somewhere. But the idea didn't have the kind of pull that would inspire me to do my best, and anyway I had exactly one leaf left in my sketchbook. I wanted to keep it blank in case I thought of something really good and needed to put it down on paper right away.
I brought the portraits with me again the next day, even though Klein had presaged a busy Saturday. It did turn out that way, though not for me. Both Klein and Robinson were present when I came in, and they had just three letters between them. They left a moment after I arrived, after a low-voiced exchange by the door. I typed the letters up and smoked cigarettes and drank coffee until my ears were buzzing. The top drawer of Klein's desk was locked.
John Moore barged in just as I was coming close to screaming with boredom. This time, the cop car must have parked around the corner. I saw Moore and instantly stopped being bored and almost instantly wished that I was bored again.
I put on my receptionist's face and stood up and wished him a good morning. He didn't return it. He walked up to my desk in a manner that reminded me of a charging rhino and slapped down a large buff envelope hard enough to make it sound like a pistol shot.
"That's for Jack Robinson," he said, giving me the hostile eye. "Tell him I'm sorry I didn't manage to drop it off yesterday."
"I will."
"Tell him I was too busy," he said. "Tell him I had a murder and two assaults with a deadly weapon and a runaway kid that tried to commit suicide. Make sure to tell him about that kid."
He gave me a look that clearly communicated he hoped I'd attempt suicide too, and succeed where others had failed.
"Of course," I told him. "Whatever you say."
He gave me a sneer and left and I cursed him and his family and all the Moores of this world for a few minutes. Then I spent an hour smoking and looking at the rain come down - it had started right after Moore had appeared.
Klein showed up around around half past three and checked and signed the letters and I went off on my post office run. It had stopped raining just before I left but it was cold and windy and the damp air cut to the bone. I walked fast, so fast that I bumped into a couple of people. The second of those people, right in front of the post office, turned out to be Dicky of the leaking sailboat. He was wearing his peacoat and a hat exactly like Moore's and he said:
"Watch where you're going, asshole. Hey! You! Stop. We've met before."
"Fuck you," I said, and dived into the post office. He didn't follow me in there. After posting the letters, I called Harry's mother and found out he hadn't showed up yet. He was definitely coming though, and would be there most of Sunday.
I checked out the street before leaving the post office to make sure Dicky wasn't lurking anywhere, preparing to pounce on me the moment I walked out.
He wasn't, maybe because it was raining again. I half-ran all the way back to work, taking extra care not to bump into anyone. About halfway to the office, I saw someone that looked like my Jane - Dicky's sister - getting out of a car on the other side of the street. I did not stop to check.
Klein and Robinson were both at the office when I got back, and they had strange looks on their faces. Klein was seated at his desk, his hooves on the floor for once, blowing cigar smoke at the ceiling, watching it change shape and dissolve like a shaman looking for answers. Robinson was drinking tea at his/my desk, and looking at a big architectural drawing spread on the desktop. The buff envelope Moore had brought was lying on the floor by the desk: it had been opened. The atmosphere was so tense and thick you could cut it with a knife, and it wasn't because of the smoke.
I hung up my jacket and approached Robinson and passed on Moore's message. He looked up from what appeared to be a floor plan of a house and his eyes seemed vacant as he listened. Then he nodded twice, and said:
"You know, nothing much is going to be happening here today. So why don't you take off home early this time, my boy, we've kept you longer than we should have done last week. By the way, what is this mysterious tube you've started bringing in recently?"
I reminded him he'd asked me to show him and Klein some of my pictures. He had completely forgotten about it.
"Ah," he said. "Of course. Not today, I fear. Abel and I have a bit on our minds. Tell you what, why don't you just leave it here and we'll look at them Monday?"
"I might need it tomorrow," I said. "I'll bring it Monday, if you like."
"Yes, I would. Till then, my boy, enjoy your weekend."
I went to the A&W and dragged out my meal as much as I could, eating the fries one by one. On the way out I called Harry's mother again. I'd promised myself I'd do it Sunday, but I just couldn't stop myself when I saw the payphone.
He was in, he actually answered the phone.
"Harry!" I said.
"Hey, Mike. It's been a while. How have you been?"
"Good," I said. "How about you?"
"Oh, I've been fine," he said, in a tone that implied otherwise.
"Want to get together for a beer?"
"Yeah, sure... But you know what? I can't do it this weekend. Got too much stuff happening. Sometime next week would be fine, though."
"You're not going back to the cottage?"
"I am, but I'll be back Wednesday. Let's talk Wednesday evening. You got a phone?"
"Not yet. I'll call you after six."
"Make it after eight, just to be sure. Okay?"
"Okay."
"Talk to you then."
"Bye."
I hung up, feeling deflated. My paranoid pal was hovering in the background, preparing to pounce: in my mind's eye, he'd started to resemble Dicky. I walked home as fast as I could to shake him off, buying a newspaper on the day - my evening entertainment. But when I got home I found that the Noyces were having a party. They had music on, and Neil Young was looking for a heart of gold.
I was hoping the din would let me make an undetected entry, but Birgit popped out of the kitchen and intercepted me just as I was about to ascend the stairs.
"Our phantom lodger!" she shrieked with alcoholic enthusiasm. I attempted a grin.
"We're having a small party tonight," she informed me unnecessarily. "One of my friends here is an artist. And I never knew that! She only told me when I'd told her about you. You two should talk. Want to come down for a drink later?"
"I don't know," I said. "I mean I'd like to, but I don't feel well. Stomach upset."
"Oh you poor thing. Well do come down if you feel better."
"I will," I lied, and escaped.
I went up to my room and spent the next hour trying to read the newspaper and failing because the voices from downstairs kept getting louder along with the music. The little witches were active too, taking full advantage of the covering noise to talk at the top of their voices and squeal repeatedly. It was hell. I really didn't want to go downstairs and mingle. I disliked that idea so much that even the promised drink couldn't tempt me. So I stayed upstairs, smoking up a storm and suffering silently and wondering what the fuck was wrong with me.
My pal had plenty of ideas about that, and when the party finally broke up just past midnight I was totally exhausted.


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On the 10th of August, 1972, almost exactly ten months after my eighteenth birthday, I left my home and cut all ties with my family. This is the story of what happened next: to me, to people I knew, and to the world.

NOTE: All of the characters in this story are fictitious; however, many of the events described really took place. One of these, the  Montreal Museum of Fine Arts robbery in 1972, was the greatest theft of art in Canadian history.
It remains an unsolved mystery to this day, and is the first of many historical events that will involve the hero of this story.
Current update schedule: 2-5 chapters a week

Westchester County, New York 

Standing underneath a busted lamp post in the dead of night, a dark figure, namely Vali had had just located the X-mansion, granted it took quite a toll on his finances.

"Damn, I must seem like some sort of creep right now plus the fact that this is a school for children..." Vali mumbled dissapointedly to himself.

'Whatever, I'll come back tomorrow, it is a little creepy showing up in the middle of the night unannounced.' Vali thought to himself before disappearing into the night.

The next day came quite fast and Vali quickly check out of the hotel and made his way back to the X-mansion and stood exactly where he stood the night before.

"Nope! still doesn't feel right, anyone standing underneath a busted lamp post is a creep!" Vali shivered slightly before stepping foot onto the premises of the school.

The school was still pretty far away, the land surrounding the school was so huge it felt like the school was completely isolated from the rest of the city.

"Truly only the rich could achieve this." Vali sighed as he turned his pockets inside out and watched as the lint get carried off by the wind.

When he got within a certain distance from the school he felt the air somewhat change. Vali looked up to the sky and saw that the clouds were slowly gathering and darkening.

It was truly a mystical scene, seeing how the perfectly clear skies had instantly turn cloudy and dark just on the whims of a single person. Ororo Monroe, aka storm!

"I'm just here to talk!" Vali shouted out to seemingly no one but as soon as he said that the doors to the mansion like school opened up and out came 3 people.

The first person was a bald man in a wheelchair, he was accompanied by another man who was completely covered in blue hair and lastly, standing beside him was a dark skinned woman with long white hair.

"Who are you!" The woman took the initiative to ask.

"My name is Vali Ferguson, I've come here to propose a benifical deal to you!" Vali answered calmly not at all fazed by the dark clouds that were seemingly closing in on him.

Hearing what Vali said, Ororo frowned and was about to ask another question when the man in the wheelchair put up his hand to stop her.

"My friend, will you come in so we can talk about the deal in detail?" The old man, Charles Xavier asked with respect.

Actually, while Vali was talking, Charles tried to pry into his mind but when he got in all he saw was darkness which startled him and he immediately left.

Charles knew Vali wasn't simple and he couldn't be careless about how he handled the matter at hand since he knew nothing about the opposition. If the other party didn't have any bad intentions, why purposely provoke him?

Vali simply nodded and accepted Charles hospitality, "alright, there's a lot to be discussed."

Walking into the mansion like school, Vali calmly looked around. It was a lot like how the movies portrayed it to be only he saw a few things that weren't shown in the movies.

There were many prying eyes as the group made their way towards Charles office, some wary but most of them curious about the unknown person following behind their teachers.

"Sorry about that, the kids haven't seen many new faces for a while now." Charles apologized.

Vali in turn gave a smile and said, "no worries, I'm used to it."

"Ah yes, I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Charles Xavier the founder of this school, over there is Ororo Monroe and the one beside her is Hank McCoy."

Vali nodded and greeted, "its nice to meet all of you."

Hank smiled and reached out his hand for a handshake while saying, "nice to meet you." Ororo also reached out her hand for a hand shake and apologized, "I'm sorry about before, it was rude of me."

"Don't mind." Vali shook his head, he never took it to heart at all. There was no way she could have hurt him after all.

After Vali also gave a firm handshake to Charles they all sat down and Charles was the first to speak up, "so mr. Ferguson what's this deal you're offering us?"

Seeing as the mood changed, Vali got down to business and said, "actually my deal is pretty straight forward and I'm pretty sure it'll benefit both of us..."

Vali paused a bit before continuing, "I have some bad blood with an old friend of yours... actually wait, what exactly is your relationship with magneto man, are you guys like friends or enemies, it's really hard to tell?"

Charles was dumbfounded. The sudden question threw him off, isn't it pretty clear they're enemies? But wait, then why doesn't he hate magneto very much? 

To be honest he had many chances to end his old friend but doesn't do it, it was also the same the other way around as magneto also had many chances to kill him but never does it so what exactly was their relationship?

Ororo and Hank on the side also started wondering after Vali asked, there were in fact many truths  about what Vali was saying and they witnessed it first hand.

They both looked at Charles with a questioning look, they were also curious on how Charles would answer. Charles lips twitched as he felt all eyes fiercely directed at him waiting for an answer.

Shaking his head Charles firmly answered, "enemies, we're definitely enemies!"

Vali looked relieved then asked, "ok, so then you wouldn't have any problems with me killing him then, right?"

Charles frowned when he heard the word kill come out of Vali's mouth, "kill? Is that really necessary?" Ororo and Hank also frowned when they hear Vali talk about killing.

"Then should I let him live? Even after all the suffering he's caused, after all the countless lives he took?" Vali derisively asked.

All of them went silent. What Vali said was all true, magneto has truly done some horrible things to a lot of people weather they were innocent or even those of his own kind, he was certainly irredeemable.

"Still, what you're suggesting isn't any better, you'll be just like him if you kill him!" Charles countered, still feeling that killing wasn't the way to go about this.

"Yes, I wouldn't be any better than him!" Charles nodded thinking that he was getting through to Vali but was completely thrown off when Vali continued, "but I don't mind stooping to his level and killing if it means there's one less piece of trash in the world."

Seeing that he wasn't getting through to Vali, Charles suddenly got defensive for some reason and warned Vali, "I'm sorry but I can't let you do that!"

"Oh? Who's gonna stop me, just you guys?" Vali derisively asked in a condescending manner. He finally put down all pretenses after Charles suggestively threatened him with his words.

"You know, I actually don't really understand why you're so against me killing magneto, you claim you're enemies but here you are protecting him? You realize the problem right? It's you Charles!"

"Do you think you're doing the right thing here by protecting magneto? Don't you realize you're jeopardizing the health and safety of the kids here every time magneto shows up and terrorizes the school?"

"Who do you think pays for the feud between yours and magnetos differing beliefs? Do you think you're protecting these kids when all you're really doing is confusing them and harming their minds with all the danger you constantly expose them to?"

It was getting harder and harder to rebuke Vali with all the valid points he was making, even Ororo and Hank started to get swayed by what Vali was saying, they even started to question weather what they were doing was the right thing or not.

Charles on the other hand reclined back into his wheelchair and masked his face with his hand before he sighed and asked, "after you kill magneto, then what? Another magneto will just appear again!"

"Then I'll kill the next magneto and the one after him and I'll keep killing until all the magnetos of the world perish, the more the merrier!" Vali gave a contemptuous smirk as he said this.

He didn't mind having powerful enemies, no, he welcomed them with open arms after all they'll only make him stronger once he kills them. In fact he would be more worried if there weren't any enemies at all.

Killing isn't a problem for him, if it was why would he chose to have the powers of the shadow monarch? He would be a joke if he wasn't ready to kill after receiving these powers.

Hearing Vali's reply, Charles frowned while Ororo and Hank looked a little unsure of what to make of him. "Killing? Is that your solution to everything?" Charles asked while looking a little irritated.

"Pretty much yeah, as long as the problem can be solved by killing why not? It's not like I'm saying I'll take innocent lives, hell I'm even willing and let a person reform if they want to but if they can't why keep them around? That's just looking for problems." Val plainly stated.

"Still you can't—"

Before Charles could finish his words Val abruptly stood up and said, "that's it, there's no point in arguing with you, I'll just end it with this, will you help me with killing magneto or not?"

There was a deathly silence in the room, Charles had his head down as he was thinking while Ororo and Hank sat by the side waiting for the choice Charles would make.

After a bit of time, Charles looked up and into Vali's eyes that were now completely full of irritation, "I... I'll help you but let me do it, let me kill him!"

Vali was surprised, why would Charles suddenly agree and he even wants to do it himself. There was definitely something more to this. 

Vali narrowed his eyes and stared at Charles for a good while before answering, "Alright, it doesn't really matter who kills him as long as he's dead but know this, I don't take kindly to those to betray or lie to me. So tell me Charles, are you thinking of betraying me?"

"...No, It's my fault he's become like this, I couldn't save him so I should be the one to take responsibility!" Charles sullenly said.

Vali clasped his hands together and exclaimed with a big smile, "Great! I'm glad to see you've come around, happy cooperations!"

Vali reincarnates into the marvel world with his own special set of skills and powers he gets from making a deal with a higher being.

“Arise! Cover worlds in darkness and show the universe the power of the shadow legion!”

“As you command, Shadow Monarch!”

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1 chapter a day at any time

Marku"I want to talk to the director of the orphanage again, madame!"
Madame's frightened expression turned to sadness. "I'm sorry, doc, but Kristian is the last child admitted to this facility. The orphanage director died of cardiac arrest when he learned that the center got burned down, including all the children's records."
"What?" Charles sank back in his chair in frustration, his hope to find the truth crumbled down. Then, he remembered that the letter mentioned two bracelets.
"Madame, what about the other bracelets?"
Madame snapped her fingers as she remembered the bracelets. She quickly stood up and motioned for Dr. Charles to follow him. They went inside a room that had a safety vault on a corner of a wall. Flipping on the code, Madame Theresa soon pulled out a jewelry box. Dr. Charles stared at it, and he held his breath when the box touched his fingers. He hurried to open it, and he almost fainted when he saw the velvet glow of the bracelet! 
Madame Theresa ran to him when she saw the color draining from his face. "Dr. Charles, Kristian is your son."
Dr. Charles was too shocked to notice that Madame's statement was not an interrogative sentence but a declarative one. Even if the letter did not include it, the woman who left the child confessed the truth to the caretaker. However, seeing his reaction at that moment, she realized she shouldn't make a mistake. A hearsay is always not the truth.
He dropped himself to the floor, devastated by a sense of guilt and a complicated emotion. He no longer needed proof. From the very beginning, he already had this unexplained emotional attachment to the child.
"Madame, I want the paternity test as soon as possible."
________
"Sir, someone wants to see you. Shall I let him in?" The secretary spoke into the line as soon as Markus picked it up.
Markus smirked then gave a mirthless laugh, sending chills into the secretary's spine. He already expected this. "Let him in."
Dr. Charles soon stepped into the office and faster as a wink of an eye, he pulled a pistol from his side and aimed it at Markus. "Explain why you suddenly barged into the school and scare my son?"
"Good question, Dr. Charles," Markus answered and looked straight into his eyes while he leaned his back on the chair's backrest, not at all scared by the pointed gun.
"Like you, I was in love. And like you, I also made love to the woman I dearly love a few days before your damn wedding. Don't ever think that I did not know about it. So, I went to see my child, but it looks like you're keeping a secret."
Dr. Charles froze at what he heard. How much did Markus know? He stared at him in shock and anger as he realized he fooled and won over him again. He still remembered the first night he had with Riza. Their foreplay was long, but Riza still screamed in so much pain as he successfully took down the emblem of his right to her as a husband. 
He felt the surge of blood into his temples, but he slowly put down the gun. He must know about the mystery that surrounded her and the answers to the many questions he long wanted to ask. Before he came back to his senses, he saw Markus pulling out an envelope from his drawer. He tossed it to him, and he also picked it up with watchful eyes.
Still watching Markus through the corners of his eyes, he opened the sheet inside the envelope. He then began reading silently and confirmed that Riza underwent a virginity restoration surgery called hymenoplasty.
"You both fooled me, Markus. How could you do it to me? Even if I did not love her, but I respected and honored her as my wife."
Aside from the internal strifes that went on within Markus and his family, the sins Markus had against him sealed that day the finality of his revenge.
"I hope we can already put it aside and move on. The three of us were just slaves to the rules of our families."
Dr. Charles turned his back without a word, but Markus stood up quickly to catch him up.
"Dr. Charles, I just want to know where my son is. You could keep him as your own but at least allow me to hug him. Allow me to hug the only perpetual reminder of the forbidden love that Riza and I shared. As I always said, you can not blame me."
"I don't know what you are talking about."
"Let me make it clear to you. Had you not interfered, Riza and I could have lived a happy life in a faraway country. I don't care about your family legacy and that velvet diamond you all cared so much about."
Dr. Charles did no listen anymore. He stormed out of the room and flew back to Molave. He checked all the apparatus and had it prepared for their target date.
"We can already have the trial tonight. Same trial area as planned, the one closest to the sea."
____
At midnight, Leo heard a knock again. He no longer hesitated to open the window. He knew who was outside. Still, with his bonnet and a black windbreaker, Mr. Blacksmith greeted them with a slight bow of respect.
"Tay, I hope by now that you are already done with the harvest. Invite all your farmers and their families for a post-harvest gathering in the festival area of the town. Tell everyone to bring every member of the household, may he be crippled or blind. I'll send someone to facilitate, and then you can leave before the dark sets in."
Early in the morning, after informing Ajie that they could already leave in the afternoon, Leo and Andrew started the dissemination of the invitation. Luckily, the people were receptive, and by noontime, the farmers began arriving at the designated place. Since the instruction to them was to stay overnight, they started building their tents right away. Some used empty sacks, and others used waved coconut leaves. As everyone had settled down after, foods arrived, and the feast started.
Little did anyone know that later into the night, while the people were enjoying, and while Ajie took his family in the air, a strong earthquake crumbled down the hill closest to the sea. A huge tsunami broke out, its mighty waves even reaching the distant Madani Islands.


Allyza lifted up her eyes to Hayri, her fiance who stood beside her on the deck. He looked back at her with those tender eyes, filled with so much love and admiration for her.

Little did he know, that the woman he loved and adored so much for five years was the one he was long haunting down to kill to avenge for his father.

The dark sea that separated Africa from the Arabian Nations was one of the most dangerous areas in the world.
The tensions between these two nations were something that the world continuously monitored. Before the Australian Avarice which created tension in the south-east Asian region, Africa and the Arabian Nations had always been the center of attention. Although Xenophobic Egypt was just up north, the southern area of the Red Sea had been an area of the world's most dominating and bloody battles.
"The Red Sea looks oddly peaceful." A tall man stood wearing a strange black helmet that was tinted black.
He stood at the roof of a small building roughly eight stories high. The building had an extremely defensive structure and compartments and the city itself was full of soldiers. The building had an open area on the roof which allowed a pair of soldiers to watch the wide-stretching seas that could explode into battle any minute.
A woman stood beside him. Her face had several burn marks and she had was a head shorter than the man next to him.
"I never thought I'd see it. To think that I would get to travel around the world during these times."
"I've never been here although I have been on several continents around the world."
"You gamers sure know how to enjoy life."
"It's not like we got to go sight-seeing. I've been on the other side several times, but I never got to see this view. We were always accompanied by soldiers and literally could only walk on specific places."
"Still… traveling around this war-stricken part of the world without fears of being attacked… that's something envious."
"What was it like living as General Harker's daughter?" Lowengren curiously asked.
"Somewhat exciting. I killed my first man when I was thirteen."
"That sounds depressing."
"Not really. I mean compared to that woman I killed when I was nine. Now that was depressing."
"Well… It's no wonder you became a strong, independent woman."
"And yet this strong independent woman cannot even best an eighteen-year-old kid who played video games all of his life. Especially now that this kid is actually standing with stilts." Alean mocked.
"The future is now, old woman." Lowengren giggled.
"General. Lieutenant General. Here's your tea." A soldier arrived and offered the two of them tea.
"Thank you," Lowengren answered.
The soldier immediately retreated and went inside while Alean and Lowengren continued to watch on the rooftops.
"I'm curious if you told him that you were his mother, would there be a chance he would believe you?"
"No. Remember that my path is a Path of deception? I can only make things appear to be true if they are believable in the first place."
"So, father?"
"Yes. If I told him, I was his father he'd believe me." Lowengren nodded.
Alean chuckled.
"It's quite an impressive Path you have. Your reckless deception not only allowed us to have an excuse to swim there, but we will soon gain an African General as an ally. What exactly is Charles doing? If not the Programmed Slave, how does he intend to make that General an ally?"
"It mainly relies on me. My deceptions would lead it. We've just heard that Harker managed to turn Colestar into an ally without needing the operation. The more we do these cheaper alternatives, the better it will be. We've nearly bankrupted Harker's resources with all those Programmed Slave operations."
"But how do you intend to solve Charles reckless entry? The African nations are alerted."
Lowengren sighed.
"Honestly, we'd have to play it all by ear. Luckily, his entrance to this nation was right about the same time we caused havoc. So let's just hope that the WGP, the Aragarians or whoever will tie these two. Charles was really reckless." Lowengren cursed as he recalled the surprising message he received from Charles which caused a lot of terrible problems which Alean and Lowengren had to solve.
"He really became obsessed with the mission that Seeker gave over to him. I don't understand why Seeker was confident that she would die if Ricardo dies. If we make her take the drug, then she won't die with depression since her emotions could control it."
"You have to stop guessing and assuming according to your current understanding. The Unlocked has so much mysteries that even Seeker has been continuously discovering new things about it. I'm sure that the mystery between Ricardo and Crest Corentine isn't as easy as it seems."
"Oh? What guesses can you make out of all this?"
"I'm not Arthur. I don't think my own assumptions would be accurate. And Seeker isn't simply guessing. He Who Treads the Ancient's Paths tread in mystery. They cannot be as accurate as Arthur's calculations, but with the foundations he gathered from everyone, particularly Richie's instinct and even from your Zone skill, his guesses should give us some interesting developments."
"Sounds like you have such faith in him."
"Of course. That's how I developed my Path!" Lowengren laughed.
"If it weren't for this blind faith that I managed to fool myself into having, I wouldn't be able to do my deception."
Alean shook her head.
"Alright. What about your suspicious actions in pretending to be this General?"
"What suspicious actions are you talking about? Was it the one where I pretended to be having demonic possessions on that church service?"
"Er… No. Although that was an eye-opener for me, I'm talking about the orders you purchased and the items that we will be bringing to the other side."
"As I said. These weapons are effective tools that will be helpful for our little mission."
"Our mission is to assassinate that Arabian General who we know to be a Pioneer. And out of everything available here, you decided to use the advantage of being this African General to purchase bulk orders of those things? I mean… even a knife would be a better weapon!"
"If we try to bring a knife to the other side, it may get detected by the scanners! With all the scanning technologies employed by the two countries, this is only the weapon we can bring along before we get to the other side. I don't have any other opportunities to purchase items legally without making suspicious entries in the Blockchain network here in Africa or in the Arab nations. And although these items are eye-catching, it won't draw out military investigations."
"Stop calling them weapons! You make it sound so noble. How exactly can these items help us fight against Arabian Sabers? Can these things block a full-blown attack from it?"
"Block? Why would you use these items to block Arabian Sabers?! Contained Flame Technology is the most advanced lightsaber technology on earth! They're the closest things to those sci-fi weapons people obsessed about a century ago!"
"Then how exactly are we going to use dildos to fight Lightsabers?!" Alean cursed.
"Wouldn't it be more interesting if you find that out when we start fighting there?" Lowengren laughed.
"General!" A soldier ran in.
"A WGP Fleet Admiral is here!" The soldier reported.
Alean and Lowengren were surprised.
"Send him up here. I cannot afford to abandon my post. I am expecting an attack at any moment. Tell them we are secretly on high alert although it does not look like it." Lowengren answered immediately.
"Sir…"
"Do it, soldier. Every second count. I have seen the intelligence report. Do not question my orders."
"Sir, yes sir!" The soldier gave a respectful reply and turned away. Halfway through his retreat, the soldier awkwardly paused and turned back again.
"Sir… The-the the dildos you ordered have arrived."
"Excellent. Send them directly to my quarters. Make sure no one sees it. You understand what would happen if you fail?"
"Sir… Yes Sir." The soldier ran quickly.
"A WGP Fleet Admiral? Could it be a coincidence?"
"Nope. They're probably looking for me."
"What? I thought you said that your little nude exhibition wouldn't draw attention from the WGP but only the Aragarians?"
"Wrong. I said it would only make the Aragarian's believe that I'm alive. The WGP should be unsure."
"Unsure? A Fleet Admiral arrived! This should be one of those commanding a damned Atlantis! We don't have the firepower to face those!"
"Remember my first job, Alean. I was a respected gamer-general. I faced real generals and commanders of the war. This should be a fan of some sort. Or at least, someone who sees me as a rival. This is merely an investigation from someone interested. This Admiral may or may have not informed the higher-ups but trust me. They are not taking this seriously."
"They're coming." Alean noticed.
"Follow my lead."
Suddenly, a figure appeared right on top of the building.
It was riding a dark red exoskeleton with a strange form. The markings on the side were clear as it sparkled with a bright golden light.
WGP.
"How arrogant of you." A displeased voice echoed out.
"Forgive me, WGP Commander. But regardless of your purposes, my country is on the brink of war. I have intelligence regarding an upcoming battle. I cannot abandon my post anytime soon. I would like to respectfully ask for the Admiral to rush here. I'm sure it's not difficult for her. The fact that you've already managed to fly through my air without being detected already shows the equipment you brought could turn our entire base into ruins." Lowengren's answer was without any emotion.
The Commander could not tell whether Lowengren was being humble or conceited.
"My Admiral deserves the courtesy of you abandoning your post. Should war occur, we can lend one or two attacks."
"Lieutenant. What happened the last time we left our post?" Lowengren asked Alean.
"Supreme General burned our left eye." Alean gave a simple answer.
"Will he do it again?"
"Yes, General."
"And why is that a problem?" Lowengren asked again.
"Because if both our eyes are burned, we won't have the chance to see the agonized deaths of our enemies."
"As you can see, Commander. We are in a bit of a bind. We don't mind burning our eyes for you, however, the very joy which caused us to strive for these positions will be taken from us. It would be sad for computer-generated imagery to replace the magnificence of seeing it with our eyes." Lowengren sighed.
The Commander was quiet.
Suddenly, another figure appeared next to the Commander.
"Such pleasurable and gutsy declaration. Alright. I won't take that joy from you." A voiced echoed out. The voice was deep and distorted.
"I'll make it easy for you. I want information regarding the recent troubles that have been spreading around your country."
"Great Admiral. I cannot easily deduce which event you mean. There are just too many incidents. As such, I am unsure of what event you mean. Can you be more specific? And lastly, may I at least know how to address you."
"I am Admiral M."
"Admiral M? I'm sorry. But I was informed of a different Admiral in these areas." Lowengren frowned.
"Ah… You seem to be a competent General if you know about that. Ugh. Well, it does fit his power-grabbing tendency. Correct. I am not the Admiral in this area. I am here because of an interesting video that should have reached your ear."
"If such appeal interests the Great Admiral of another area, then I most certainly know what you are here for. May I at least see who you are? Forgive my insecurity. But since you are not the other Admiral, I am not sure whether or not you are an Admiral of the WGP."
"You dare question the Admiral? What if we attacked this pathetic base of yours? Maybe that will prove our identity."
"Sure. I can offer whatever information if you promise to attack the base on the other side first. After that, you can kill us all." Lowengren remained uncaring.
The Commander was stunned at the counter-offer.
"Ha Ha Ha." The Admiral laughed as exoskeleton opened up revealing a tall and beautiful figure.
"Admiral!" The Commander was stunned.
"Relax. I like this one." The woman leaped from her suit and landed in front of Lowengren. The Exoskeleton continued to hover in mid-air.
"I am Fleet Admiral Magantae. Truth be told I have no jurisdiction or control over you and legally, I cannot ask you for this information as the Fleet Admiral you should be reporting to is Fleet Admiral Intrik." Magantae smirked.
"However, if you do report me to Admiral Intrik, or if you do anything to reveal the illegalities of my presence, a simple attack of mine can open up this base allowing the Arabs to attack you." The Fleet Admiral held her hand up and the exoskeleton behind her followed.
A bluish light was seen as a terrifying heat appeared.
"Nuke Emitter!" Lowengren and Alean chorused in fear.
"I can level this entire land if you do that. And if you're worried about me, rest assured. My punishment won't be harsh. I am a direct descendant of the World Governors whereas Intrik is but a hired hand"
Lowengren and Alean were silent.
"So you will directly interfere with the ongoing crisis from our countries without appropriate declarations?"
"Who's to say that I am interfering? What I see is a mere arrogant soldier who, in his pride wouldn't give due respect to an Admiral of the WGP. Dead men tell no tales. I can kill you and report whatever I want."
"Fine. I will agree-"
"Meet me in my quarters. I've taken interest in a nice hotel approximately seventeen kilometers from here."
"With all due respects Admiral, I cannot-"
"You have to. I don't care if your other eye gets burned. The fact that has seen my face is enough of a reason to permanently be blind. You have two hours to prepare all the data about the information that I am looking for."
"We are in the brink of war-"
"And if you continue to remain adamant and callus to what I'm looking for, I will make sure that you lose this war. You show yourself to be so high and mighty. Your fake patriotism may fool others and command respect, but in front of real power, it is pointless. Follow my instructions, General. I love humbling arrogant people like you!" Magantae laughed.
"Admiral. Drinths have reported unusual activity within the compounds. It seems that a soldier was rushing to deliver a secret package and discreetly left it at General Hirock's office. Drinths was able to find it by taking forceful control over the camera feeds in the building. Drinths is currently headed towards Hirock's office to retrieve the package."
Magantae smirked.
"As you can see, General. It didn't take much for me to uncover your façade. I've barely talked to you in a minute and have already exposed your corruption. What could it be? Why would a respected war-hero hide something? Why would a General hide something he purchased to his own men? Could it be drugs?" Magantae laughed mockingly.
"Admiral… Erm… It's dildos. Commander Drinths found a box full of dildos."
And there was silence in the rooftop.
At that moment, Lowengren utilized his Path. There was something mysterious that happens in the area surrounding them whenever Lowengren would use his path. It was as if the perception of those around them and how they interpret facts to change. Something phenomenal happens to the sixth and seventh dimension that is juxtaposed to where Lowengren and the WGP elites stood.
Like Eagle and Harker, their powers were something that cannot be explained by supra-modern physics. For no one could ever explain the math that occurs beyond the three dimensions. Much more so for changes in the sixth and the seventh dimension.
And as the changes in those dimensions occur, though unseen and unknown, Lowengren spoke the word which would be the three-dimensional representation of what Lowengren's Path did in those dimensions.
"Me and this Lieutenant... We are... into some hardcore kinky stuff." Lowengren coughed.


An alien race invaded the Earth on June 6, 2128. At the midst of this war, many nations allied with the alien threat and the war nearly wiped out the rebelling humans of the planet. At the edge of mankind's survival, the United Nations Army launched its forces to eliminate the immediate stellar threats that loomed over Earth.

General Seeker Carlean, commander and leader of the mission, risked and gave his life to destroy the immediate stellar threat. The battle was won though Earth lay in ruins. Perhaps mankind will live to see a few years of peace before the alien threat returns to wipe out their existence.

At the immediate aftermath of the stellar battle, the fallen Seeker Carlean awakens and finds himself at aged 17, living the peaceful life he lived 16 years before he died.

So begins a new game in the battle for humanity's survival.

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Cover art by Jayps. http://www.behance.net/Jayps

tinawagan ni Charles si mike para kumustahin nya yung gustong magtrabaho sa company nya :)....(mike phone is ringing)
he is answered the phone "ohh  Charles  you need my help? 
(office of Mike)
Mike said" how your interview with  internship today?
(mike office)
mike "no prorblem Charles it's good not bad hahahaha 
(Charles office)
Charles " why are you laughing Mike  I'm not joking  for you  wala ako mood for joke ok whats  wrong with you Mike ??
 (ganyan  si mike kahit seryuso   na si Charles pinagtawanan lang nya ito naman si  Charles ang seryuso  yun tuloy may clown pa natira sa  company nya )
(Mike office)
mike " ohh come on Charl I'm your clown today because I'll saw your face it's serious jajaja
(Charles office)
Charles " hahahaha nonsense   
(Mike office)
Mike " jaajaja whatever !!  by the way Charles   may babae kanina  she interested to our company she smart  what do you think ?
(Charles office)
Charles" she really interested to our company !?  who is she?
(Mike office)
Mike "she is shine Lee!? so what do you think for her!!!

(Charles office)
Charles" wow nice name but I want  to review  her resume for sure is good quality to our company " 
( Mike office)
Mike"  ikaw ang bahala  dahil ikaw ang owner !!  by the way Charl she is cute jajajaja
(Charles office)
Charles"  hahahaha your nonsense topic ... bye the way Mike  Hangout Tayo mamaya after work !!! 
(Mike office)
Mike" ohh sure no problem hahahaha I know you charl  you miss  the girl in the bar  right?? jajajaja
(Charles office)
Charles " your nonsense mike jajaja bye  Meet lang tayo mamaya sa bar mo  !! after work  see you  ::;!
(Mike office)
Mike" okay sure  jajaja bye 
( loko loko to si mike kahit saan ang gulo pinag tripan lang nya si Charles  ito naman si Charles nireview nya ang resume ni shine Lee para sure daw .. hay nako Charles ayan kananaman  siguro ko ikaw ang  mahulog kay shine)  Mike reaction  sa resume ni shine

(Charles office)
Mike :  " its really interested this girl she smart  ... ! 
( tinawagan ni Charles si Mike  for  shine approval interview  )
(Charles office)
Charles " mike  tawagan mo sya !
(Mike office)
Mike:" who"?
(Charles office)
Charles"shine Lee ! 
(Mike office)
Mike: okay I'll  call her later !!! bye
( end call)

tinawagan ni mike si shine  for her results interview .....!!!!!

Charles tells Sky the news of his vacation. "You're not going with me. I need you to stay at the company and run it while I'm gone. I'll inform everyone of this arrangement." Sky nodded in agreement, and helped Charles packed his stuff. "How long are you going to be gone?" Sky asked. "A week." Charles called the office and told them about the arrangement and he left to the airport. Sky started cleaning up the house and cooking dinner for herself. She kept in her routine but when she got to the office, she went to Charles' office instead of hers. Sky ran the company and did her job as a secretary. The office manager came in with pictures of different colors and designs of necklaces and bracelets. Sky looked at each picture and decided on an elegant and simple silver necklace with a star shaped charm and a small amethyst gem in the middle. She also chose a silver bracelet with seashell and starfish charms. Sky worked on her daily paperwork and took care of all the phone calls that came through but one call in particularly Sky interesting. The call came in and it turned out to be Charles' father. He asked about the company progress, the company was doing really well since Sky joined as the secretary. Sky informed Charles' father of the vacation and the arrangement. Charles' father mentioned Skys' family. He somehow knew about they're death but Sky didn't hear Charles talking about this to anyone. "How did you know?" Sky asked Charles' father. "You don't know?" "Know what?" "Charles called me to hire some people to do the deed." "Sir, thank you for this information. If you have gotten the info you called for, I must go. Have a good day." She then hung up. Sky snooped around Charles' desk and office and she found a picture of her and her family. She took a lunch break and left the office for a while. Sky went to her childhood playground, all her memories of her parents and brother came rushing through her head then she had an idea. She took out her phone and called her brother. "Hey big brother. I need help..."

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