He shuddered. Those men didn't deserve to live, he clutched his pillow. The day after that was the time he started to realize that he could see dead people. These people were crooks, they sold him to a factory disguised as an orphanage home. Teagan's breathing was heavy at the women asking for his name. He had a hard time communicating, he didn't want to. They shaped him up by beating him. The worst he had was being covered with a sack if he mishbehaved and the tap running over his face until he gave in. He always had a hard time following routines. He lived with an abusive foster father named Randall Barton, his wife Alice and their adopted children, he trusted him to his word. He took care of him gradually until he started to get violent. He even employed the children to beat him up. He asked what was the point of adopting him. Unfortunately all he was good for was being a punching bag. The only good thing he learned was English. His imaginary friends translated and taught him to s
Phoenix, Arizona. He pulled up his sleeve and then looked at the sunburn, scolding himself for not taking the bus. The streets were busy and an autobus paused. It was sunny today on the seventeenth of April. Maks Anderson checked his phone for the current weather report and it just passed 87 degrees. "How hotter could it possibly get?" He said by the roadside waiting for a bus when a big blue bus stopped before him and he wasted no seconds to hop in."Whoa" He held on to the bar. It didn't take much time until the driver raised an alarm. Honk Honk!!! "Hang on!" He yelled. Maks panicked, there was panic everywhere, the bus started to swerve, it diverted from the huge truck and lunged on the rocky path to a building. The bus smashed into the entrance and it sent glass everywhere. Pushing a mass of rubble, tables and chairs toward the front office desk. The cashier leapt out of the way but fell short when he was thrown off by a flying chair. Maks wobbled holding on to th
He wasn't happy about this newfound muteness and why were his thoughts so loud? His heart was pumping even faster, pouring confusion and pain into the mix and he was a raging bowl of madness. "Ahh, don't touch me!" He pushed her hand away sitting up....How to start an adventure. Let your friend tell you about some real-life dumb sh*t quest and accept it. Character Profile: Maks Maks is reaching five feet nine with brown hair, deep-seated green eyes inclining on darker green due to his physiological makeup, a well-shaped face pointed nose and thin lips, and an average physique. He may come off as condescending, rude, hasty and sarcastic too. *** Maks rolled his eyes as Victor Lee, his best friend and sworn nemesis in CoD climbed a chair and reached up to his clustered cabinet, papers came flying out. Swish swish* He caught a paper with this drab band from the eighties and squashed it. "What's this?" He asked. Unlike him, his room used to be spotless. What could have c
He shrieked. He wasn't going to transform, not in front of his half-sister. [This is bullshit] He thought he hit his head too hard. His stomach went in knots. He had the urge to roll up in fear. His hand clenched on the hospital bed rail and Doreen caught him before he fell off. He screamed. Her hands felt like fire again. "What is it?" "I just need to go to the bathroom." He pushed her aside and stumbled to the door, suddenly he felt like he did not have any bones. The doorframe was slippery. The doctor had half a mind to bring one of those portable toilets. Maks groaned with bloodshot eyes. "Bad." He mentioned. The doctor let him out because a nurse was there to escort him. The doctor turned back to her again, he looked very nervous "Ma'am, it's hard to say but... your son doesn't have any bones." Wham* She slapped him. *** [Transformation in 0.02hours] "Hold on" He gruffed and his legs wobbled. The nurse raised an eyebrow. "I need some privacy." He went inside and s
Victor shrugged. He tilted his head a little catching the dire expression on his face. "The casualties...the casualties are the trigger ok? This is your first and least level of cultivation, you'll have to keep going." Victor sniffed and pushed up his glasses. Then he looked aside at his dad tending to horses at the field. He swallowed pulling himself together sighing. "Level zero? Is that even a thing?" Maks asked him. The funniest and equally saddest part was, he didn't feel any different when he transformed. It was supposed to be empowering but it was just insulting and annoying. Chilling. "I don't have any powers, I never had and I don't want any." Victor snorted. "Well, there is no turning back now. At this stage, you can't control your primal instincts and your will to morph. Although, they are vital for a shape-changer." Maks's eyes rounded, pacing back and forth, "I can't control my primordial instinct..." He said. "It's primal_" "They're the same thing!" He yelled b
"Victor!" Victor gasped as the vision faded with yellow magic dust. He stepped back as the image of his father coming disappeared. He nearly got in trouble for Maks' transformation. "Dad?" His eyes changed from a glowing yellow to a regular brown. He covered his eyes. He raised his hand to trace the particles of dust in the air and his mouth fell open. "What? This isn't real?" He could feel a great deal of qi in his forearms and the light particles went out. [Prevent what you see from happening] The yellow panel was in form of a yellow magic mirror turning and the words appeared. It was preconceived ahead of time. He panicked when Irma arrived charging toward him in the same clothes. "Wait now?!" He shrieked. Maks grimaced at him "You've been standing there looking at nothing for hours." "Huh?" "Happy?_how do you expect me to be_" He shoved Maks running. "What the hell_" "Quick, hide! Before she sees you" He instructed and gasped when the drag of pulling Maks reduced
[You've got to be kidding me] He could feel precisely where the bird was stepping on. He burrowed deeper until his mouth was full.Gulp* He swallowed and laid there in the wet grounds rubbing some on himself for hydration. [Survive puh!]He scoffed then panicked at the thumps on the earth, chips of soil fell on his head. He shrieked at the large eye poking through the hole. Then he shrunk when the bird started scraping the burrow wide open. It clamped its beak inside screeching.It nearly clipped off his head, he slugged on the other side away from it.[ Ahhh! ][What do I do, what do I do?] He tunneled into the soil and groaned when he hit rock and turned back.The digging grew intense and there was sand spraying everywhere.[Do you really have to eat me?!]It was getting closer and clipping its beak. The swallow shrieked flapping back when he popped up.He inched away. It was a good thing he could breathe out of his skin because crawling was too much work. He looked back. The
It couldn't be real, this system was way tighter than a G-clamp on a bench. It was probably encrypted to keep him from accessing it. He used his tail to scratch his head.[No cheats available hmm? Why does Victor always get the good stuff, huh? Well...at least it's +1089 points so, what the heck?]He tapped it and a red exclamation point blinked on it and the timer and a red skull.[ Quest incomplete ][You've gotta be shitting me.] He just squandered all that currency for nothing.On the bright side, being a worm did have its privileges. Victor grabbed his bag getting ready for school, he peeked out of his cosy burrow to watch him straighten his hair with his bag down and open. He saw a spider slowly lowering down by the end of a web and slithered down the clay pot. He free fell into the bag's pouch.[Even better]He coughed as Victor sprayed his hair with a can and Kirsta Lee his mom's head popped in. She looked around like an intense hawk watching for any messes then tapped h
He shuddered. Those men didn't deserve to live, he clutched his pillow. The day after that was the time he started to realize that he could see dead people. These people were crooks, they sold him to a factory disguised as an orphanage home. Teagan's breathing was heavy at the women asking for his name. He had a hard time communicating, he didn't want to. They shaped him up by beating him. The worst he had was being covered with a sack if he mishbehaved and the tap running over his face until he gave in. He always had a hard time following routines. He lived with an abusive foster father named Randall Barton, his wife Alice and their adopted children, he trusted him to his word. He took care of him gradually until he started to get violent. He even employed the children to beat him up. He asked what was the point of adopting him. Unfortunately all he was good for was being a punching bag. The only good thing he learned was English. His imaginary friends translated and taught him to s
Teagan looked anxious, he slouched walking through the gates. The workers grimaced at him and BlackJack picked up speed. He ran to the house and he paled when he met Ares. "Where have you been!?" Keisha said."I just went for a walk." Teagan said twirling his hand on his leash."I know you went to...You're not allowed to step outside. Running away was completely stupid." Keisha said aware now and he blushed at Harley. "Yeah, I know, I just needed some fresh air. I'm alive aren't I?" He barked defensively. He was acting weird. He bloomed walking away faster. He couldn't handle criticism. He marched upstairs and the room was as dirty as it was before. He was repulsed. "You didn't clean yet?" He said to Keisha who relaxed on the couch.She dropped her magazine. "I'm sorry I said all those mean things about you.""We're cool. Just as long as long as you don't keep any weapons. No more pranks, not more antics." She said. "Clean this up.""Where are all the ghost workers?""They're on a
"Not that one, Chief. I was born in Nigeria, West Africa. The Igbos, a major ethnic group currently were looking for independence to become The Biafrans after the British colonialists united the tripod stands of the country, the east, north and the western region.The colonizers left eventually after the independence in 1960. There was a blockade and My father Festus Ebube Okoye who identified as a Biafran and my mother Catherine Nneoma Okoye starved along with the rest of our people. He was passionate about seperating from Nigeria. The Biafrans lost the war against the Nigerians ultimately and there was no secession. My father was wounded inside and out. We had to move here to save our hides. My father had a score with Ares to settle. They worked together in the past. He owed him his life and he wanted some kind of reward for aiding him."So Ares supports this kinds of stuff?""Yeah. He wanted him to "give him what rightfully belonged to him". His loyalty. My siblings were just 9,7,6
"N_no no, I'll show you." Teagan tossed BlackJack's dented log at the glass doubledoors and it shattered to pieces.Irma's jaw dropped. "You broke it, is something wrong with you?" She glanced at a broom by the door perking up and moving in a sweeping motion to gather up the glass. Irma glanced at Teagan who looked shocked. His expression changed. "See?""As dumb as that demonstration was, it's brilliant.""Really?...I mean yes. I'm more genius than any of you give me credit for." He gazed at his fingernails."You can hear them.""Yes." He said smiling proudly. "Okay then, what's he saying?" She asked and he blushed. Maybe she thought the ghost standing there was just a coincidence.Irma winced at the inappropriate words. "@#$¥ *&?@@@####. Why are you helping you f#cking bitch?""Okay, that's enough." She said alarmed. "It's a kid named Oscar...he's 19. Died trying to pull a stunt on a dirtbike and drowned in the pond.""Get inside, Teagan, you've caused enough trouble." Keisha f
Over the days, Teagan moved around the house, he cursed at the workers and vandalized things, Ares didn't show the slightest interest or whether to kick him out. He was perplexed. Harley, Irma and Keisha were in their final year and they were going to college. And parties. He was left home alone with BlackJack whom he was afraid of. BlackJack was trying to approach him and he ducked throwing pillows at him.BlackJack grabbed a pillow chasing after him. He ran away past the halls and cried out when BlackJack placed his paw on his chest. "Stop." Ares said to him and he vanished. Teagan gazed at him through glassy eyes. Ares vanished too.... Ares was not even giving Irma a hard time as Keisha claimed to. He didn't trust her to her words anyway. He taught her to kick box and she was getting tired of doing the same moves all the time. She meandered around a sandbag punching and kicking.Teagan watched them from a boulder with binoculars as she lunged backwards.Irma tried the s
Teagan was afraid that she would shred them to pieces. Worst of all, Ares was coming home to meet him. He didn't like the looks of him. His aura made him feel things and see things he didn't want to see, yet he was easily drawn to the past, he relived it everyday in his head. That was why he wanted to stay as far away from Ares as possible.He lived with assassins too. Irma arrived with Harley in the house of Ares. Irma ducked at the box drifting over her head. "What are those?""Ghost workers, they agreed to work for Ares in death." "Until after death you mean?""They won't be leaving anytime soon, they can keep working for him if they want.""Oh my god. What if some of them try to kill him or you?""They won't. They have a contract." Harley said.Irma shook her head as they explored the house. "So this is where you live?" "Yes and No, I live with my dad, Eric. I just come here for visits.""So how is he?"Harley turned sad, he suffered 10 years of tragedy but the tragedy wasn't
"Will you come lie next to me?" He said.He groaned she laid back too hard. "Scooch." She could hear the fluids in his lungs while he was breathing. The place was so quiet. She would rather be anywhere else talking to a person than being her with her thoughts, but he was sick."I can feel the gurgling too, that's disgusting and don't even try to kiss me with that virus." She was content.He was feeling feverish and tried to make conversation. "My head hurts...""Mmm.""I'm sure letting you stay in bed with me is probably against hospital policy.""You're such a bad boy." She said sarcastically.They were together now and she did not want to infringe on their pact. "Can I use my phone?""That's fine, it gets boring in the hospital anyway." He said fatigued and he had a sense of Deja vu. "Please don't take pictures of me like this, I look sick."She typed. "It's fine. I just need it for my secret album. What do you think about #Marley?" She flooded the space with many heart emojis."Tha
"You need to stop playing games.""Really, you wanna talk game? You were trying to make me jealous with Irma." His eyebrows rose. "I wasn't.""What was that look. Really? When we were at that night club, you were staring at her. Like really staring."Irma exhaled. "Oh my god, you guys." She muttered rolling her eyes. "Yeah because we had a duet. I was nervous and I tend to look at people dead in the eye when that happens_Maybe I was jealous when you started feeding Dom orange slices.""Only because he was making rude advances. I had to protect myself.""You left me on the street after date night.""Yeah, you were having car trouble and I was trying to be friendly and to save money." She whispered. "You could have just said you were angry instead of shutting me out.""Oh." He said, he was unreasonable when it came to love and the reason why he strangely felt short was because she was still on heels. "I was wrong to have made you think that Dom and I could actually be a thing. But you
Will you stop this madness at once!?"Dom glanced at the burly old man dressed sharp, he held Horacio's hand, he was stained with mud and cheese. Dom roared drowsy from too much alcohol. Alberto spat on the floor. "Now, what is going on? You get off him.""Sorry, Tio, he locked Horacio up again and now he's harra_""What's going on?" Dom rose up. "She's been spending all my money on this useless son of a bitch." He yelled at Harley. "You won't even let me touch you!"Harley's eyes glistened at the name-calling. "Last time I checked, we were friends, not lovers."They were laughing at Dom. He just ratted himself out. She played him for a fool now."I do not care. You can keep all that he gave to you, Chamaca...it's yours." Alejandro said to Harley. "I'm very sorry."Dominic. What is this I'm hearing? You mistreat your brothers. And you let him!?" He shoved Rex.Rex spoke profusely in Spanish. "He threatened to take away my funding and to kick me out of the house. He's family and I'm g