Survival Series: Clash Of Beings

Jake's Journey, Jake's discovery, Jake! Jake! Jake!

"If life was easier then as men they'd have enough time to explore and discover, hence finding out our secrets and breaking the wings of our leadership. So we made the world into a jungle, a fight for survival.

No asset is truly yours, no business is permanently under you. Every company or whatever generates profit for a person is like a kingdom, and anyone who desires to would overthrow you in the blink of an eye.

We made life an online multiplayer video game, and all of Earth a..."

"Brown," Robert enters the room and finds his son reading a scroll on his bed.

Brown hurries to hide it under the bedsheet and walks up to him in bold rage, "Why would you come into my room!" Brown pauses, "Without knocking!" He yells.

"What're you reading?" Robert throws a question at Brown instead.

"Ancient erotic novels," Brown throws his arms apart. "What do you want?"

Robert makes his way to the bed while Brown holds his peace, watching and hoping that he doesn't find the scrolls he had stolen.

Robert sits on the bed, "You asked to see me? Now I'm free."

"Not in my room!" Brown reproves in a slightly high tone."Anyways," he calms, "Jake has been arrested."

"And you were there?"

"Yes," Brown's expression shows he doesn't understand the need for that question.

"And you didn't want him arrested?"

"Yes," Brown continues in confusion.

"Then you have failed. You have failed, son" Robert stands up from the bed that instance and walks to Brown in hasty steps. He covers his face with both palms, squeezing it even, with the energy that climbed upon him. "Nabobs are gods," he presses his forehead against his son's, "You are a god."

Robert retreats to a couch in Brown's room pressing down the energy of his disappointment, "When your mom died I promised her I'd take care of you. I have also failed."

Brown stands on a spot like a statue, watching his dad in absolute bewilderment, he has never seen him shiver and full of energy like this before.

"Yes you're cursed, of course you are. You don't have powers," Robert walks up to him again and grabs his face. "But I would have never denied you the knowledge of your authority. You're a nabob son, a god." He stares into Brown's eyes, "We are the law makers here." He hugs him by the neck.

"Does that mean I can enter the Headquarters now?" Brown inquires.

"No, they won't let you in just yet." He breaks the hug and looks into his eyes again. "But I vow from today onward that I'd teach you the strategies of our ways. And in return," he grabs his face squeezingly again. "Vow to me that you won't tell a soul."

"I won't," Brown responds sharply.

"Lord Brown," an elderly maiden shows up at the widely opened door. "Jake is outside."

"You freed him?" Brown's face beams with joy as he looks up to his dad like he was some kind of hero.

 ...

Meanwhile, a forcefield covers a beautiful compound that can be described as a paradise of flourishing flowers. The ground is cloth in rich carpet grass, while the paintings and designs of the buildings are like flowers on a summer afternoon. The compound sits on a hill that has this signature of splendor all the way down to its bottom.

The outer parts of it looks like a flowering tech fortress, and the inner parts a fantasy.

Jake sits on a recliner in the compound admiring the view down below, with a smile.

In a few seconds Brown comes to join him in slow steps, taking a sit on the recliner next to Jake.

Jake's face suddenly grows more serious, losing the smile eventually. They both sit quietly for a long minute.

"Did he get mad again?" Jake breaks the silence.

"Yeah," Brown responds coldly. "I escaped my bodyguard and got bullied again. Of course he got mad."

They both shut up again for another few seconds, giving way to the wind to scream around.  

Just then, Brown jumps off his seat in boisterous laughter, "What's up man?" He reaches to shake Jake.

Jake shakes his hand with a face that tells he's seen this before. He cracks a smile mostly amused by Brown's craziness.

"Brothers in crime forever," Brown screams in the fullness of freedom and joy. "We're always gonna disobey my dad and my bodyguard together."

"Yeah," Jake answers faintly. "Have you thought about Anna? She has a crush on you, you know?"

A sense of reasoning hits Brown and the energy dies. He gets back on his recliner with eyes like he's seen a ghost, then the wideness compresses. "She's in a relationship. What do you want me to do?"

"Take her. It's the way of the world," Jake advises. "You know she won't resist you."

"Oh great, a relationship advice from a single dude. Now I have more chances of dying in love." Brown leans forward to have a proper look at Jake's face, "Who the hell advised you to get a girlfriend today?"

"I went to see my crush today Brown," Jake looks straight into empty air in seriousness. "She freezed and couldn't move as soon as she saw me."

"I didn't know you had a crush. What happened next?" Brown shows fascination.

"She got naked, just lying there waiting for me," Jake continues.

"My man," Brown hails."What'd you do?"

"I couldn't do anything," Jake pauses. "There were so many people at the morgue that day." Jake gets off his seat and jogs away wearing a big smile.

Brown sits on his sit in heavy disappointed, he scratches his head unremittingly wearing a smile of defeat on his face. I'm sure he thought this was gonna be a 18+ show.

Eventually the smile turns to episodes of laughter, when one ends, another begins. Jake watches him from afar curling his lips in a smile.

"Broooo," Brown jumps of his seat and chases after him.

After a long marathon around the house, Jake staggers back to his recliner holding his stomach dear to him while still soaked in laughter. Right in front of his eyes Brown dives on him, crashing him onto the chair.

They both ignore the pain, letting laughter play king.

"So what's it this time? You only tell jokes when something sad is bout to, or has happened." After a few seconds of jovial moments Brown questions.

"Kiddo you know a lot about me," Jake sits up pushing Brown to the ground. "I have a mission."

"A mission?" Brown questions in a puzzled tone. "Is it like a 'pay me back because I freed you?"

"No," Jake responds sharply to kill Brown's anger where it is. "I'm a Sainty, remember? A saint soldier."

"Fuck you," Brown cusses. "I'm gonna miss you."

"Me too, Brown," Jake responds. "Me too."

Brown gets on his feet, " Remember everything I taught you, don't die?"

"I will grandma," Jake teases.

Brown rushes to hug him as the last syllables leave his mouth,"If I was gay, I would have surely married you."

"And if I was, I'd say no everytime you propose," Jake teases again.

Brown breaks the hug," Screw you ugly boy."

Jake walks to his Jeep in a smile.

"If you die I'm lying to someone that you loved her," Brown yells to him.

"I would have done the reverse for you," Jake drives off.

...

Back in the city Jackson drops from the back of an ambulance in black shades, admiring the view of the buildings like it's his first time here. Well to an outsider, he's admiring, but in fact he was observing the area for any possible cops or opposing gangs.

A dude in his twenties, Teddy steps out behind him with two big first aid boxes which he lifts up in heavy breath. He comes to stand by Jackson.

Then eventually the whole crew, Rambo, the muscular one, Bravo the enforcer, and Jennifer his girlfriend, the sexy venom, comes to stand by him.

Jackson takes his first step directing them to a building across the road that's in bold strip club apparels. The crew follows in rhythmically.

At the sight of the frown on Jackson's cold black face, the security holds all questions to himself and pushes the door wide open for the whole team to pass through peacefully.

Rather than colliding upon a banquet of half-naked alcohol-triggered barbies in their different glorious shapes and beaming faces, their eyes meet a social gathering of joy lacking individuals in their slacking coveralls which hide their shapes to a 'only the gods can see' level, portraying them like balloons with mops. This are the cleaning crew.

Bravo stares daggers at them as he steps in with the whole crew, his eyes especially reddening for the ones who're cleaning the dance floor. His expectations has been crushed back to back.

Jackson walks before his men heading to a room at the corner with Teddy accompanying him with the big first aid boxes pulling down his arms. The rest of the crew turn heads to a couple of chairs just holding the block as they wait for their leader.

Jackson gives the security men at the door of the room a short glare. They return the favor, escorting him with a stinked sense of sight as he walks pass them going through the door.

The room is a bit of a mess with files sitting scatteredly on the glass table alongside both empty and filled bottles lying all the room under the bright blue and red lights that reflect all around.

Seated on a brown leather couch is Palo, a very slim white guy with the tattoo gallery he calls a skin. He holds a cigar in between his fingers, his aura, preaching the message of a drug addicts.

"Here's your drop," Jackson tells Palo as Teddy drops the two boxes on the thick glass center table in the room.

"I ordered five," Palo complains.

Jackson grabs him by the neck. In the same instance the sounds of guns cocking fill the air. Palo's men were ready to set things on fire.

Jackson pauses at the sound of the guns cocking. He turns to his both sides to observe and calculate, while thoughts run up and down his head.

Palo laughs menacingly and slaps Jackson's hand of his neck.

Jackson turns to him in a sharp glare, "You still owe us three boxes asshole. When I come for this two, I'd come for it all," he raises a finger at him. "And you better have my money."

"Relax, those three didn't get stolen, I smoked them all myself," Palo confesses with a loud incessant chuckle.

"I'd be coming for my money, Palo. And I' be coming really soon." He moves out the door in a provoked visage. Teddy follows.

From a distance the crew watches him pounding towards them in vivid vexation. Bravo jumps out his seat cooking evil intentions upstairs, with his hand already soothing his resting pistol.

"Let's roll," Jackson yells to his men as he passes them.

Bravo's eyes are still fixed on the direction Jackson came by, he haven't turned an inch. But it seems his suspicions were coming true, something smelled wrong.

"How did it go with that idiot?" Bravo takes a break at staring and throws a question right at Jackson 

"Same old shit, " Jackson gives an equivocal response.

Bravo stands on the same spot as the crew gain more and more distance away from him, they're going for the exit.

Bravo's eyes widen as though a nightmare has hit him like a daydream, "Where's Teddy?"

In the same instance they all pause in alert and pull out their guns, pointing it to all threatening directions.

In the very same instance the cleaning crew return the favor, turns out they've got their own guns underneath the coveralls. Overall, turns out they weren't just dirt cleaners, they do living things too.

That's when it all dawned on them that they've been surrounded.

Meanwhile Teddy stands over one of the urinals of the strip club taking a piss.

Jake walks in on his jacket and jean outfit with a backpack on him. He rushes to the urinal next to Teddy hurrying to take a pee like he's trying to beat the speed of light.

"Where did you come from? The club ain't open yet," Teddy questions in wonder.

Jake quietly enjoys his pee to the fullest, shakes his cock to free it of any last liquid, then he zips his jean up calmly and turns to Teddy, "From there," Jake points to the door.

Idiot! He turns to look. In a quick moment of haste, Jake grabs his neck from behind with a sleeper's hold.

At first Teddy struggles, but as seconds elapse and his throat looses utility he gives in. Jake observes him for a second in a bid to confirm, then drops his unconscious body on the floor.

In haste Jake pulls his backpack off him and brings out two flat lengthy pedals which are wired to the backpack. At first he slams them against each other, they make a tiny spark, and then in continues motion, he holds them against Teddy's ears.

Thick blue rays emit from the both sides of each pedal, conjoining together on his face.

At the dawn of three seconds, a tiny rubber slides sideways off the deadcenter of the backpack unveiling an artificial eyeball which emits rays in a rectangular shape in the same moment.

On the rectangular blue screen, a footage of Teddy walking is displayed like a biological specimen that's filmed to be studied. The screen begins to blink in two views, the other shift showing Teddy's skeletal system in motion.

Jake studies it, squinting his eyes to gain heightened focus.

In a few moments following the elevation of the blue screen, the backpack begins to vibrate vividly, giving off grinding sounds at the same time, followed by the resonant noise of metals ticking in every two seconds.

Tickling! It makes it final click and comes to a rest, the blue screen also descending back into the bag in the self same second.

Jake slings his hands into the bag hastily and pulls out two masks that look exactly like human skin. He puts one on and in a moment we lost Jake, and gets to ourselves, two Teddys.

He then lifts Teddy's head slightly and wears him the other one, disguising him as a Jake quite speedily. Now, Jake plays Teddy, while Teddy's cold body plays Jake.

Meanwhile in the party hall of the strip club, tickets are pointed at everyone, tickets to a flaming party in the underworld titled no return. Or perhaps tickets to black oblivion.

Jackson's crew is surrounded like the yoke of an egg in the middle of the albumen, yet all his men firmly hold unto the idea of firmly holding their guns, no matter what.