Though our neighborhood is just a suburb lying not so far away from the center of HCMC, we got an area with about one hundred houses abandoned twenty years ago. People said it used to be the place where illegal residents lived without permission. When the authorities moved them away to build a factory here, a monetary problem arose, and they had to stop their plan.
From then on, this uninhibited area turned into a point where gangsters and criminals gathered.
They can be anyone. Please remember the fact that we’re living not so far from one of the biggest cities in Vietnam, Ho Chi Minh City. Kidnappers, human traffickers, or even drug dealers can appear in this abandoned area. The only unexplainable thing here is why they can be here.
As mentioned, we got a police station near this area. The police check out randomly, so even if this place is on the way leading to our neighborhood, the chance to come across those dangerous criminals is tiny.
Here, congratulations, we spin to the box ‘prey’.
Son of a b*tch.
“Your acquaintances?” Still using the low voice from a trembling throat, I ask Thuy while still walking towards those suspicious people, but at a slow speed. Those strangers see us, so if we suddenly run away, they will chase after us for sure. We have to keep walking toward them and escape.
But what the hell is that ‘way’? My mind is clearer than a whistle! I can’t think of any solution to run away from them! They’re just standing in front of us and…
The only thing I can think about is this girl gangster. Let’s think about it, which criminal will be brave enough to catch someone when the police are nearby? One, they are someone Thuy knows, coming to pick her up, not causing any trouble. Two… Police? They don’t give a damn, okay?
“No, they’re not,” Thuy replies, while her feet keep walking along with me. “What are we gonna do?”
I look at Thuy without a word. Then, with the speed of light, I stop walking, grasping her bandaged wrist and screaming in desperate pain like an injured animal.
“You’re cruel, Thuy. Why do you let me down just to love that violent brat? He beats you up this way and you keep on your blind love? How about me? How about the man desperately waiting for your blessing?”
The wrist I am holding turns stiff, and so does her body. A few seconds later, which I feel like a century, I hear Thuy’s voice echoing from the body possessed by the bewilderment.
“Long infected you, didn’t he?”
For heaven’s sake, I nearly break my sorrowful expression when hearing the pity amid her words. If we can escape from this luckless situation, I’ll point at her nose and yell!
Infect? What the hell makes her think about that? Long the brat is never talented enough to ‘infect’ me with this crucial skill, okay? I’m saving both of us, damn it!
If we have to escape by violence, the only possible scene will happen is one versus four, with ‘one’ being Thuy the strong girl, and I am just a useless yet deadly burden. My bad health prevents me from doing anything, from fighting to just running. Nothing can make sure that Thuy can defeat all of those tough men too. So if we have no other choice but to fight, we’re all in danger!
The only possible solution here is acting.
Except for Long the brat and my parents, no one can believe that I have spent two years learning how to act from a famous actress, with a brief review from her that I am “qualified to be a professional actor”.
It might be my third identity?
Those strangers who are staring at us move, right at the moment we begin to ‘argue’. They are approaching us at a slow pace as they walk toward an arguing couple to see what happens, but their actions still cause me a heart attack. Without hesitation, I grasp Thuy’s wrist and slightly scratch her skin while my expression turns to be full of anger, disappointment, and craziness with some tears in my bloodshot eyes—the standard image of a crazy man in love.
I hate this character, absolutely.
“Why don’t you say anything? Don’t you explain anything about this wound? Aren’t you still protecting him?” Come on, come on, dude, please don’t be stiff anymore! Say something, say something now!
“DO I LET YOU GO JUST FOR YOU HURTING YOURSELF THIS WAY?” Okay, I’m kneeling on one knee begging you, Thuy! Say something! I just need one sentence to drag you out of this damn circumstance!
Not even those brats are fifty meters from us now!
“I-it’s… not your business?” The tone is unsuitable, unnatural, and unprofessional too, but it doesn’t matter. Beyond the words, they are the holy song in my ears!
I swear, this moment is the most heartbreaking thing I have ever gone through. My mind is blooming with happiness right now, and I turn into such an imperious man dragging his ex-girlfriend to his bike to ‘punish’. Ah yes, with the speed of light.
“Not my business?” With one hand holding the handlebars, I turn my bike back against those coming strangers, stepping faster and faster with ‘my girlfriend’ following me in ‘reluctance.’ “You should know that I’m not the one who will miss my lover twice! I just let you go once and you hurt yourself this way!”
Then, I sit on the saddle with Thuy on the back, screaming like hell before transforming myself into a suicide rider.
“RUN!!!”
The ending of this dramatic love story is us riding backward right in front of those strangers, with the police station nearby as the target. Thanks to my bicycle, which is out of time but still good, we’re farther and farther away from them. Wind howls in my ears, its coldness smashes my face badly, and I don’t even brave enough to look back. Once I come to the station, I swear I’ll tell the police everything.
F*ck all these silly situations forcing me to ride this fast.
“Good performance.” We’re not completely out of danger, but Thuy’s voice has already echoed among the sound of the wind, “Who do you learn that skill from?”
“You may not believe that.” My legs are working at full capacity and they can only work for up to five minutes, so I have to ride away first. I throw a pointless answer at Thuy, intending to remind her that it’s not the right time to ask, but I can say only one word, “You’d…”
“Watch out!” One hand from behind suddenly grasps my hair, pushing down to the handlebars with a loud bang and interrupting what I’m going to say. Something hot flies over my head and soon disappears.
I can’t expect this rude action to happen to me, so my head slams into the bars without resistance. It’s hurt, really hurt, as if my skull is going to break into pieces. I can see many stars moving in my vision as well.
“Ouch!” I scream, “What are you…” doing?
“Your front! The front!” Thuy shouts back.
My bike is out of control for a moment, moving back and forth on the empty road and nearly crashing into a tree. I am scared to the point my spirit is out of my body. At this speed, stopping is impossible, let alone the fact that my bike has no brakes. I have to turn, but before I can do it, the tree just… explodes.
“BOOM!”
So, it turns out that aliens are real? Not the synonym of that bad word?It is the final thing appearing in my mind before my body falls to the ground, sliding backward while the broken pieces are splashing on, and I end up slamming the brick wall behind.“Ouch…”I swear on my honor, it’s the most painful moment that I’ve ever gone through. I can barely breathe. My back is so hurtful that it’s no longer sensible. The worst part might be my left arm, which definitely got a crack from that accident and is now causing me terrible numbness, spreading all over my body and worsening my bad health.As the pain gets worse and worse, I crawl up with the limbs, which can’t be still for even a moment. They’re all trembling uncontrollably. There is nothing fine remaining in my body, and for me—a person who can’t even be able to suffer minor pain—it is the true nightmare. Now crawling up is also a difficult task. I got a broken arm, hurting legs, and a blurred vision, which just allows me to see t
“Where are you going?”I grasp Thuy’s wrist with the fastest speed I can reach. She stops, and I ask her in a hasty voice. Some dust from the polluted air drops into my mouth, and I cough uncontrollably.Thuy looks back at me with a calm expression which can’t be any calmer, “I have other things to do now.”I forget to cough as well.It’s not until now do I realize that there is nothing called the most unexpected thing, because it’s just more and more things you can’t expect. According to the restrictions of normal inference, I do not know the way to reply to her as well, though this language is my mother tongue.“What is it?” I ask her. My face might get some wounds after the accident, so it turns to be very painful when I open my mouth. Releasing her hand, I slightly rub my bruises while continuing my question, “What can be more important than your life? Do you know what ‘aliens’ means? You would be a roasted chicken if I didn’t pull you aside!”When saying this, I don’t mean to emp
Slowly, I slide to the ground while that anxious tone is still echoing in my ears like the voice of death. I don’t even dare to breathe so hard, though my heart is racing as if it’s about to explode inside my chest. My head is suffering from the splitting headache, but how strange it is, my mind is more conscious than ever.I open my eyes, staring at the dark for a moment before turning the phone’s screen into the wall so as not to let anyone realize. Then, at the fastest speed, I turn on the silent mode and type a message to ask for help.Now, if I don’t realize that this is a carefully prepared conspiracy to cut my throat, then I don’t deserve to be alive anymore. Though it’s unbelievable and damn luckless, Long’s hypothesis is exact: I am the target, which should be killed in silence and absolute carefulness, for some unknown reason.Using this one as an explanation, I understand why they didn’t kill Nam the poor victim, arrest me in front of Thuy’s eyes, or just show their real ap
Since the moment the substance gets injected into my nape, the only signal I receive from my fragile body is survival impossible. I stop for a second, feeling the siren echoing in my ears with no way to escape from this hell. I have no words to describe this situation. Everything is suddenly painful, attacking me without preparation. Every single cell is screaming louder than ever. My sensitive nerves are on fire, but my head is no longer hurtful.I look at my hands, then glance at the bricks scattered around with a freaky thought arising over the pain, without expectation.It, the soul deep inside me, orders self-destruction instead.Unbearable.“Ahhhh!!!”I’m not sure about what happens next.Perhaps the alien has released me, or Thuy finally attacks that damn thing and pulls me out. The final thing I save in my mind—amidst the chaotic thoughts of slamming my head into some rock—is not to cause any harm, before Thuy grasps my wrist and drags me out of this place, with the alien in a
The first feeling turning back to my mind is the ground below my back’s toughness. I don’t know how long I’ve been here, in that damn faint, but it’s likely that my poor back—which has laid on the soft mattress for eighteen years—has forced me to wake up because it can’t suffer from this unpleasant surface anymore.I open my eyes, seeing someone sitting next to me with nearly all the body drowned in the dark and motionless, as if this person is sleeping in this posture. It may be a girl, who has pretty long hair, hiding almost her face. My sleepy brain doesn’t know who she is. I’m not scared of her either, so I raise one hand, removing her hair to see her while yawning after the sleep.Then I see those bloody red eyes staring back at me as what people usually describe how a nightmare looks like.“Ahhh! Monster! Damn, monster!!!”“What happened?” Immediately after my scream, the ‘monster’ looks up, revealing the familiar face in the dim light, which is not so beautiful but can calm dow
How to go back to Earth?Though it’s just a brief question, answering is not that easy.If you’re lost in the forest, the moss on some big tree will help you get out; if you get stuck on the sea, the North Star will lead you home. Compasses help humans in searching for direction. Satellites provide enough information not to be lost. But if you are in space, not even the constellations will save you, no matter how excellent you’re.For those who don’t know, constellations are just bunches of stars which people link in the shape of something, and they only look like that if you are on Earth. You will find them different when you go far enough. If I knew what they look like even from distant space, well, I would have been working for NASA since the age of ten.You ask about the solar system? Ah, it’s a good way to determine the current position. But what is our beloved Sun among uncountable stars out there? Anything shining in the night sky is stars in the eyes of ordinary people.Withou
However, Thuy doesn’t move, no matter how I try to pull her away. She just stands next to me with her wrist laying in my hand, as if I’m trying to move a heavy stone sculpture with a useless rope.I am so angry, screaming at her, one finger pointing at the battleship outside. “Can you see the battleship out there after all? We have to go!”Thuy looks at me. Her coffee eyes show me her scary calmness—even in this situation—mixed with some rational confusion that I’ve just seen once at Long the genius when his sharp brain faces an unsolvable issue. Then I hear her voice, still calm, blowing out my innocent thoughts with just some simple words.“But where can we go?”I stop, looking back at Thuy with all the emotions, including the terror, expunged.Oh yes.We just, basically, have nowhere to escape.This hallway—the only possible way here—leads to a dead end where a fierce brawl had taken place. The spaceship is also damaged badly after that fight with plenty of cracks and slashes. The
I have never thought that one day I’ll be drowned in innumerable emotions, to the point my fingers tremble as if they’re not mine anymore.The last time I went through this feeling was the day Genvere opened for the first time, but it’s just nothing if I compare it with this moment. When aliens are attacking us with weapons that human beings don’t even know what they’re, the feeling of finding a way is unspeakable. I am overjoyed, blessed, shocked, and jealous at the same time, which combine into a sentence. “How can you do that?”But I don’t wait for Thuy’s answer, because I get my answer right after blurting it out. My brain suddenly works after the attack of adrenaline, allowing me to think again and leading me to the only possible reason for this. “Ah. I forgot that you’re the Queen of Luck.”Though it sounds like a funny nickname, Thuy’s title is real. Her extraordinary luck is absolutely miraculous and well-known in our school, and in this fucking era of multiple choices, Thuy i
Then I sob while waiting for the alien's action. But it just sits there in silence, and it's quite illogical.The most perfect lie is a combination between right things and wrong ones. My muscles are actually useless after years of being weak, and… yeah, I can't live my life because I am too weak to do anything. Most of my words are spoken from the bottom of my heart. My actions are high quality as I have learnt it from a famous actress.I have to be the director, the script writer, and the actor at the same time. Ain't I talented? Why doesn't the alien trust me?Luckily, the alien comes closer to me, slightly patting on my shoulders. I look up with my tearful eyes, and those compassionate eyes look back at me.“It was a pity to hear that from you. She stole your power and now you have to follow her as a subordinate, begging for her protection…” Those words are fine for me, but the last ones force me to look up at the alien, “Women should never have powers.”Excuse me?‘Women should ne
If you have ever failed in imagining how aliens would look like when they were in war, now I can tell you some with my damn experience.It is just… chaotic, in the way that you will easily recognize that they're in war. Only in war.This hallway is full of aliens, where I can see all the possible combinations of colors, shapes, and sizes on the humanlike bodies, which are the first thing that an Earthling like me has ever seen, smelled, or heard of.The atmosphere here is definitely not good for my health. The scent of grass, mixed with dust, roses, burning flesh, and something metallic like blood. Sometimes you can smell a bad odor as if there is a dead body. It is absolutely terrifying, but I see nothing but a dense crowd in the hallway.The headache tortures me. I want to vomit. But I have nothing in the stomach, and there is just no way to escape from this circumstance.Sighing in silence, I walk ahead, trying to pass through this crowded hallway as if I am one of them… Or maybe n
After that humanlike creature leaves, I look around the room and don't know what to do next.If describing my emotions now as something figurative, then I suggest calling it a mixture of an avocado, some pepper, and a cup of coffee. An inedible mixture, which is as weird as my emotions are.My situation may be the most hellish one ever in humankind's history. After being chased by drones, fighting against an alien battleship, I'm probably caged for the first time ever in my life.Yes, caged. No matter how prosperous my imagination is, I have never expected that one day I will be caught, or caged—if you prefer the second word.I have been a good citizen for eighteen years of my life. A really good one, I can swear on my honor that even if my three years old little brother was a criminal, I would never be. My body is just simply unqualified to be a criminal, so if I ain't the victim, then there's no way that I will be the culprit.Thinking again, the only serious crime that I have commit
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Right after making a fragile bond between an unknown danger and a victim, that ‘danger’ picks me back to the control center because I can't walk.The lighting system couldn't escape the fate of being destroyed in the fight. We can't see light from outer space as well—maybe we have gone away from that cluster. The dim green light from the control panel is the only thing we can see in the dark, and it's obviously not enough.I slowly wave my hand on the floor to make sure that I'm not going to sit down on sharp metal pieces, then lean against the cold wall while Thuy comes closer to the control panel. Green light reflects her curious face when she stares at all the virtual keyboard, radar system, and the three-dimensional simulation—an expression which I can barely see on her cold face.“Looks great, right?” I ask her with a low voice but full of obvious pride. All the spaceships I designed in Sky Force follow the highest standards of aesthetics, so how could they be unimpressive?“Yeah
Actually I don't know what I'm thinking about, when I'm still lying on the metal floor and looking up at the electric sparks like a crazy guy.My head is aching, again.It feels like you met some fuckin' scary guys and they smashed you, at your head, with a hard brick. It was painful at first, but when they started changing their weapon into a block of metal, you…No.Now I just want to slam my head into something, or anything possible, to end this unbearable pain. I don't know if this pain comes from the weird substance which I got injected, but it is absolutely worse than the usual ones.For a moment my nervous system has stopped working. But just a second later, it starts, once again, thinking of some negative things like what I had to suffer in the past. They bloom in my chaotic mind as a call from hell, or an ugly hand waving me from the dark.The headache gets worse. Now it feels like someone is stirring my brain, and I can do nothing but bite the sleeve so as not to accidentall
Xeros 5M is never a good choice for face-to-face battles, especially for an unequal fight between a small spaceship and a huge battleship.Though its damage is perfect for long-range targets with a good motion detector, the cannon will break into pieces if we fire closer than the minimum distance. The weapon itself will become a disposable product—and it's a critical, deadly waste in fighting, which is usually prohibited (in Sky Force, at least).Because of that reason, not many players know that it was the muzzle that restricted Xeros' capacity, and it's just enough for an impressive headshot.First I move around the enemy battleship to check if it has anything related to my memories. Although it sounds ridiculous and crazy, I can't hold back thinking that this damn world might have some relation to Sky Force and… my spaceship design.We got a ship with all the functions of my Hurricane, now there is a battleship using something that looks exactly like the camouflage cover I have use
Wars follow humankind on their way to evolution.Before Christ, we had lots of wars in Egypt, Babylon, and the Hittite Empire, which were reflected in several famous comics which I don’t even read.The Roman Empire was in the spotlight for being involved in so many wars until the fall of the East Roman Empire in 1453 A.D.The Middle Ages was known for the Crusade.And the modern era shows us World War I and World War II, which everyone has already known after years in school.Differences and similarities are the main reasons that lead to wars. You’re afraid of something weird, ugly, unknown, and different from you, and then your instinct tells you to destroy that object to prevent any harm. That’s how war happens.No one wants war, or at least we ordinary people don’t. I am too.I don’t believe what the AI system’s voice said at first. I stand up again and look for a camera to check it out, thinking that it's just an error. I have a habit of taking photos of my opponents from behind,
At first, I didn’t recognize what it was.The first scene which catches my eye is a big room with a metal floor, and three huge glass-like cracked windows showing nothing outside. It is pure black, just like any normal scene coming from a science fiction movie. I am not attracted to this, because everything that draws my attention is the way to unlock the control panel. It’s the crucial part here. Nothing else.I’m trying to guess what the alien engineers thought when they created this spaceship. It’s time-consuming and patient-required. I have to make lots of ways, as much as possible, while the right arm—which is not broken—keeps on touching every single inch of the floating plate, to find something useful, shown clearly through lots of blood lines that my fingers left on the way.Where can the control panel be hidden?Aliens are not us. I have to forget all the usual methods of inference to think weirdly, as an alien does. Can this plate be the control panel? If not, why is it here