Wednesday, June 1, 2011

Hell City Anthology Continues

about the story :its some old 20 stories of anthology I once did and it feels like ages ago...I sort of rushes near the end of it but ill post the orignial story regularly, and then when its done ill begin writing some new stuff..maybe ill redo the anthology and make it better...share your thoughts?

The Assasin
I am death. I grew up in death. Born to a dead mother, a fatherk illed himself in grief. My brothers died from starvation on the streets. Even the little rats which kept me company on lonely, hungry nights had to die..Little bastards only life like two years...Either that or I had to cook them to live..I was born in death so being asked to kill The Avenger wasnt any biggy. I had followed him to some murky bar. I entered into the back door and watched as he approached The one called Knight with a sword..I decided itd be amusing. As he began to position the knife for a swift kill stroke the Knight Laughed..I couldnt hear what they said exactly, but suddenly they began talking about some girl and what? Cross roads? I looekd about the room. One junky in the corner, one burnt out loon in a suit of armor, and another loon with a big smiley mask he probably paid five bucks for at walmart. SO how in the hell are there five dead men at their feet? Crossroads? As I watched I became so distracted..what is it about the crossroads that bugged me when i heard it. As the clock struck midnight my mind had completely forsaken my mission. I walked out to the middle of the street. A business man in a suit and yellow, horn rimmed glasses showed up, offering a hand to shake. I stayed still. "You came..good Robert Lee..Or should i call you by your code name:assasin?" I was perplexed. I tried to ask him who he was but he interupted my question 'Ah, you only get one what do you want?" I thought this man was insane..but something inside my head compelled me to listen to him and do as he says...What do I want? I want to avoid the one thing that haunts me..I want to avoid me..I want to avoid death..He handed me some paper, said mark the X. Half of me didnt believe him, but the other half couldnt help but move my hand over the paper. And just like that he vanashed, walking away into mist. I turned around, and stood face to face with These masks..The Avenger and The Knight, both seemed to notice what had gone on, as if they knew the man all their life. Like a childhood friend, except the childhood friend you screwed your lfie up and made you want revenge, yea. That friend. Hell I could take em right? I couldnt die...God I wish I could..I drew a blade and tossed one at each of them. the Avenger Bounced it away with his own knife, the Knight, old and frigid, took it right in the torso. Too easy, right? The Avenger now stood over his fallen comrade, and gave me the perfect chance to take him out. Death beats all, even those who always succeed, it will claim this just as it does the losers in life. Avenger was both a loser and a winner. He lost his friend that night, but he won his life for that moment. I fell to the ground in horrible pain, it felt as if someone was drilling into my skull. I cant die though...So there I lay, burried in a coffin. My nerves to my body completely disconnected. the only thing im able to do is wish I never made the deal..

The Woman:
Im Rebecca Parsons. My team called me Snow. Twenty years ago I was hot stuff, now I just want to see my friends again. Is that so much to ask? Can the dealer make me another deal or can the Doctor simply let me go? SHIT. Can I just get a drink? There was one among us who never took a name, nor did he ever share his own. We just called him the hero, he always seemed to know what to do to get us out of the Situation. He just somehow knew..He let us escape once from the mental hospital, god knows what happened to them. The deal i made: for this team not to be together. Well perhaps it wasnt the best wish. While we were in the hospital, and after we escaped I loved them. I loved them all. You can call me a whore or a slut and I know it wasnt right but. I couldnt help myself..anyways that was a long time ago. I still love them all. As I sit in a cage with this Insane Doc bastard rambling about some "special core" I only have one thought..I only want to see them again...maybe theres a soft spot in hell for us. Thats the best hope I can have now..if god can see it in his heart to at least let me suffer with them..but I dont even deserve that, after what I let loose...Now I sit here...waiting for a hero..or a monster

The Doctor:
Im impressed. I sent the assasin not to kill them, I knew he would fail at that. I sent him out to test them. I am Doctor Aushivan. Twenty years ago I worked at a mental institution, where I stumbled upon a set of special patients. One patients Mouth we had to staple shut, it seemed no matter what he said people would listen to him..Another patient seemed to always delight in the situation, for christ sakes he somehow always got liquor in his time. Another kept talking about vengeance, while an older man always told him it would be alright. The next block over we had a gambler, no matter what risk he took he always seemed to come out on top. Always made a profit, and for some reason people were simply compelled to go with it. He practicly won most the patients medication. When I tried to confiscate it I couldnt help but make a bet with him, he came out on top..Lucky bastard. I was not quite sure of the speciality of the last male, but a certain female seemed to charm these six men in ways id never seen. She was Nostalgic, romantic. Even I wanted her...I got her too..The night they broke out I had my way with that woman. Perhaps that was the edge that caused them all to escape. I couldnt help it, i had to show her that I loved her and she loved me..I had to force her to see. And god she waas beautiful. That was twenty years ago..since that night I lost my liscence to practice. They may haev taken away the paperwork but I was never more inspired to look into these bizarre people. The monst interesting occurence however; the girl was pregnant. The bastard child could have them all as a father, anythings possible with this bunch. I spent the next twenty years in the city, tracking them down. tracking down my love. The child called for me. And for the last twenty years since its birth it has layed in a tank, isolated from the world so I could watch it grow. Sometimes I fear it, sometimes I am proud to call it my bastard son. The possibilites are endless. And when he broke out in furry, I looked at him with pride almost, as my child had developed power I had never seen. As I bleed to death on this wall, i na ruined laboratory; the woman freed and my scientist helper dead I am filled with pride, that my legacy has such an impact..

The Scientist.
That idiot doctor is proud of what he made. He has no idea the cotastrophe which is unfolded. I am but a humble scientist, I have worked with my team on this child for nineteen years. In nineteen years he had done nothing, and then the Doctor had to go after that woman. With her incarcerated I dont know what set the boy off. These monsters which the Doctor "helped" have..powers over others. She must have called to this ragtag team. Misfit bastards they are..But I dont knwo what came over me..I stared at the bastard monster and something inside me told me to let him free..When he was free he spoke for the first time in nineteen years. he told me it was okay..he told me to put the gun to my head. He told me to pull the My body fell limp..I somehow still thought it would be okay..

The Hell Hound
I am you. I am they...Twenty years ago I was born, thanks to that womans wish I existed between seven individuals. I am the hound that works for the dealer. I want what he wants, he was the father of these seven afterall. And I am their Achetype. I am them. Twenty years ago they were banded together, these hell hounds were close and one because they thought as one. I am that one they thought they split up my power weakened, but hope was born. A child, Bastard son to them all but one. I exist inside him too..Hell, I am him. Though inside the others I had little control, I could raise this childs mind. be his guardian. Tell him when it was time to leave. When I sensed the coming of those seven, their dark reunion my power was once again strong enough to help my help me..As long as they are together, and as long as that woman thinks of their bond I will only increase this boys power, in ways they never dreamed. I only hope, they have joined with the one I cannot sense..The Devils Misjudged Deal.

The Avenger(3):
The bastard killed The Knight! Oh well..if he died that means he died least it wasnt me who had to kill him. But I in some way, to blame for his death? No. I got no time to think about that. My adreniline is still pumping, and before this night is done much more blood shall be shed. With a new take on the vengeance...My son...My comrade...My god damn conviction! my beliefs! If they take my vengeance..I only have myself to blame..I need this. Something in my head told me where to head next. I had to find the boss. Before the knight died he told me that if the stakes are high enough hed come find me. Bull...I broke into his base, its location somehow ringed clear as day. One by one, I killed his men. Petty gang members, they cannot kill me. Their sorrow is too few..Only One of my team mates has that power. So Slive after slive, chip after chip I gambled on this and won. Ill take the elevator to the top floor. The Boss always did have a kick for the highlights. Im curious though as to why the elevator wont work. I look out the side of the glass. A man stands there, mouth stapled shut. Dear god Rick..what did they do to you?

The story of the boy who cried demon

someone said it in a byond game called Phoenix Sundered earth XD so i thought id finish it!
Twas a long time ago! Many ages! Probably more then YOU willl ever know existed! (so one plus whatever age you are) There was a boy! A little boy! Who, like normal boys, dreamed of gum drops and ice cream! And like most normal boys he owned an xbox, which evolved his dreams from gumdrops and ice cream to Gun shots and icing! a hoe that is!
Once the boy was asked to guard heaven! seems pretty stupid to leave a boy to guard heaven im sure...but ya know what? Your a jerk...know why? Cause you just HAD to point that out huh? Jerk....if your a jerk then your stupid...maybe your the boy? Anyways if you need an excuse the last guardian of heavens gates was fired for incompetence so they were left with a kid! Better? Good! lets get on with it!...jerk....
One day the boy was SOOO bored! And like any small boy he decided to pull a prank on heaven! and He cried "DEMON DEMON!" as loud as he could! and everyone came running, because if a demon was at heavens gate then all the horrible apocolyptic signs were to be happening! It was a big deal! so big infact it was not to be joked about..the apacolypse started prematurely! and The second coming came! Then the earth was sreigned down upon by fiery and god-like vengeance the likes of which no one had ever seen! And up in heaven many a person was  judged and sentenced...the world had met its end..maybe a few survived...but that was all...
Anyways the boy told the crowd after all the commotion was over "False alarm everyone!" and they decided to forgive him cause...come on..jesus was leading the crowd and he forgives EVERYONE...why do you think hes not the judge of heaven? I mean hed let anyone in! Freakin goody two shoes...but hey! He forgave him! Well the next day Jesus was sick in bed! And the boy was guarding the place yet again! and he so wonderfully called out "DEMON DEMON!" and the second apocolypse happened, flooding the corpses of earth with an infection that made the dead walk with the living..the zombie was born...and only a few remaining humans fought off the plague..others hid in underground bunkers never to see the light for a hundred years, as nuclear arms were set off to destroy the zombie invasion..
Will the dick-head boy who thought this was funny had a good laugh, then when everyone came running they were pissed...and he was sent to hell where Satan sent him to double hell! For ruining his plans of domination before hand by making the angels aware that demons could invade their gates....
The moral of the story...never EVER shout out the word demon around angels! those guys CAN NOT TAKE A JOKE! also the kid was a jerk..dont be a jerk...

Hell City Anthology Part Two

The Scum
The bastard came out of nowhere! Fuck a part of me was glad to see him, the other part knew what he wanted. I worked with the team back in the day..My wish on that night: To have fun. This may sound common but all I could do was have fun. Killin myself aint fun, couldnt do it. If getting shot isnt fun, wont have that. Back then I torched down an entire city and laughed at every single puppy dog eye and moan and sob I got. It was somehow euphoric...and Her..Oh man...She was so fine...he body screamed to me..And rejection isnt fun...I got a taste of the woman of my dreams. I was Her love, I know it! But hey..that was twenty years I work for The Boss...Everyone deserves a last meal right? Mine:a shitty pizza and cheap beer, while some gutter loving junky eyed me down..For some odd dont know how it happened. Being stabbed isnt fun. Maybe it was the whiskey then..I dont know how I came to let down my guard. Before I knew it I was face first on the ground the broken glass my face landed next to reflected a bloody smiley face..I laughed as it whispered to me "Soldier, special Corp. Dishonorable Discharge; betrayed by his people..We go back a long way Jim...Having Fun?" He laughed, I started cracking up a bit myself, thought it was an old friend pulling a gag..that is until I felt the sting of a blade go into my calf...Not very fun...I began to get to my feet, this type of wound may cripple a normal man, but being crippled isnt fun is it? So why was I laughing? "Back then..." the smile muttered "we called ya the took delight in every dirty deed you did. You remember that code name? Here..I knew that wouldnt really hurt you..take a drink.." He handed my a half empty bottle of some murky liquor. I swished it down before nailing him in the face for stabbing me. Looking back I should have thought how odd it was for the Avenger of all people to let his guard down for that. He kicked back behind the dumpster, the dirty junky seemed asleep so we had some alone time, talking about the good ol days. Talking about the horrific hell fires, the screams, the training, the funny man at the cross times..We got to a point where he wanted to discuss The Boss..I was shocked, that was the one man I knew he wanted vengeance on..he was however, My Boss now too...I knew i shouldnt have told him all i did but for some reason it told him I didnt know where he was, but I knew where an old friend who worked for him is. Before we said our goodbyes though he turned to me..and the smile on the mask seemed smaller then the sick smile he must have been hiding.. He held out his knife..."Thanks for the memories old friend..." He said in a gleefull tone "But they arent memories I care to remember..." In one quick jester I found a knife inside my stomach..As I began to lose vision I saw something on the floor next to the damned junky..Molly...I had been drugged bad...I passed out I had one last thought.."This"

The Knight
My codename was The Knight back in the day. I attacked that town in chainmail and a sword. I had been trained well in many arts of combat, and though my work with the government had proved questionable, i never thought theyd ask as such without good reason, then betray us when the chips are down. After I escaped the mental institution I spent the next twenty years of my life curled up inside a bottle, drinking away the horrors as bessed I could. So there I sat that night, in a damp, dark bar. It was already a bad night, some weird looking junky eyed me at a table in the back. As he did Some asshole punk came up to me. They asked me why I was dressed in a knights suit with a sword. As they laughed I told them to piss off. Ever strike a bees nest? They were five men to one worn out man in a suit. They struck the hornets nest. The one to the far left, with some awesome skull tatoo swung a fist to me. The idiot his the armor and busted his hand. I sighed as I got up...They jumped when they thought they had the chance to, two seconds later there were four dead men in eight equal, bloody parts. As I turned around smiling at my work, it seemed one of them was smart enough to point a gun to my mouth. "This was it..." I thought.." I happy?" as I flashed back in a cliche memory clip to the story of my life the man dropped to the ground. It seems some fried hole was in the back of his head, I looked around, I saw no one who seemed to be my ally..Why did they kill this man? Its a question I still wonder in my grave. as I sat back down in the bloody mess and poured a new drink, a Big, yellow smile waved to me...

The Avenger(2)
The Knight...One of the few of my old comrades I dont want to stab in the head. Too bad I sorta have to. His deal with the dealer was by far the oddest one..While we all asked for the poweer to win, he in turn asked for his last thought to simply be a happy one. I guess with the horror we were about to cause, he knew it would be needed. Im bewildered at the moment though. Here I sit next to a raggidy old "knight" in a run down bar covered in blood. Least I got to see him again. Least I got to see my mentor. As I approached him with a tear in my eye, knife drawn, he did not try to defend himself. "Ya know Chay..Im happy.." I paused.."heh..lookin back...she loved me didnt she?" Rest in peace taught me what I needed to were the only good man out of us all..

Reality a Fantasy (feel free to comment your own oppinion)

                                      The Reality Of Reality
                                 Do we live in our own head?
"Cogito Ergo Sum; "I think therefore I am"( René Descartes). The reality in
which the Human Brain rebels is constantly interrupted by ones own thoughts.
You cannot cease self controlled thought beyond sleep, in which case thought is
still constant and reoccurring. However thought itself can be justified as
responses to interpretations made by the human brain. In turn, it can be inferred
that if dreams can be created in which the character we play believes such
scenarios to be real, we, in turn, suffer from a delusion which we believe to be
real. Imagine back to your most in-depth dream. In this dream a character you
followed was portrayed, along with other scenarios, by your own mind. You
controlled such a scenario in a sub-omniscient view, however what could happen
in such a dream is still able to stimulate some degree of shock to yourself. As
humans we are gifted with the unique ability to create our own interpretation, and
in turn our own world. However, is this truly able to be called freedom, or slavery
to our own design? (Osho Dhammapada Volume 9; Canning, Bard "The Death

  “If real is what you can feel, smell, taste and see, then ‘real’ is simply
electrical signals interpreted by your brain.”-Morpheus. In our current reality our
body is the vessel of an endless amount of nerve endings and signals. An
Electrical impulse, when interpreted by the brain, can mean pleasure for one
man then pain for another. When broken down, reality becomes two main points
of stimuli: Electrical stimulation, and the way our brain interprets such.
Therefore, electrical stimuli influence brain interpretation, which influences
stimuli in the next scenario our body will endure(eating, fighting, loving, buying,
etc.) If our mentality is truly slave to its self-determined responses there are few
scenarios in which our conscious mind(ourselves) can take:We can rebel against
the mind by resisting our own instinct of what to do and not to do, we can
attempt to exceed such capacities through mental highs, or we can accept such
delusion as a real enough truth. (The Matrix, 1999; Canning Bard)
  Tyler Durden once stated "The things you own end up owning you.." Think
of this past simple material possession such as electronics, store bought
appliances, and Ikea. You not only own your material possessions, you own the
love you've been given by others, the rank in your job you've earned, and the
dignity you've left yourself with. All These attributes contribute to what you do on
a daily basis. You hope not to burn down the house so you turn off the stove;
you hope for promotion so you brown nose your superiors; you may look in the
mirror and credit yourself because you do not want your pride jeopardized. The
inevitable truth behind this is that your possessions, whether mental, spiritual, or
physical, are compelling your actions. If you take this concept and imagine reality
as stimulation then your mind creates rewards, punishments, and possession
which drives your own delusion. Of course Tyler Durden was a delusion of the
Main character in the book Fight Club his words still ring a reality. In turn, the
only way to rebel against your delusion is to rebel against the society you see.
This, however, does not need to mean burning down your house and quitting
your job. Since the beginning of time there have been those who stood up
against society for better, or for worse.(Chuck, Palahniuk Fight Club 1996)
  In the 70s civil rights activists flourished to combat the "reality" in which
they had to live in. They combated the accepting nature of man by attempting to
change the reality around them. Though heroic this concept can only be
acceptable if you see anything wrong in society, and choose to rebel against
them in "realistic" ways. You do not need to picket and march however, Stan Lee
of Marvel Comics combated injustice by writing comics, his "X-MEN" were also
his opinion and take on civil rights. To affect the outside world he created a
dimension which reflected natural problems in supernatural ways( Meigs1997;
55)This is but one proof that by bending reality in his mind, by going with the
imaginary flow, one can change the outside world.
  However noble the quests of these activists were, other activists could
include dictators such as Gengis Kahn, Modern-Day Kim John, and the ever
memorable Adolf Hitler.Though their methods were questionable at best, the end
result was taking their ideas and attempting to make such a reality in reality.
Even if you don't think of reality as nothing but mental interpretation, there is no
end to imagination; and if that becomes reality there is no end to the power of
what you can imagine.
  Your imagination can prove fierce, so much so that Jhonen Vasquiz
(Creator of Invader Zim and Johnny the Homicidal Maniac) and his associates
would sometimes phrase it as "That little monster." Jhonen however was an
artist and comic book writer, and let his destructive monster free in realities he
would know he created. By making comics and cartoons he let his "Monster"
Free for a stroll, without affecting "reality." In fact, every fictional book, movie, or
story comes with its own dreamland, free for conscious creation; Be it Sin City,
Gotham, or even Hogwarts. In Conclusion to his pathway, if you do wish to rebel
against the ideas of reality you can fight the society you see before you, or
create your own. In either scenario however consequences will follow, whether
real, fake, good, or bad.( Vasquez, Jhonen "A sleep deprived introduction"
You may interpret that choice as still being under the omnipotent control
of instinct and subconscious rationality. However much truth this can hold, it only
determines that one truly cannot control their own mentality. If you cannot control
however, perhaps you can excel beyond it. (Canning, Bard)
Every culture includes religious ideas, a land beyond land. It could be a pit
of fire known as hell, cloudy abyss known as heaven, a cycle of reincarnation
and inner-truth. Though they can be argued as delusions in our reality, arguing
our own reality only justifies their ability to be true. If religious land can be truth
however, so can images and hallucinations. If a bent reality from drugs can be
true then, Ego Death becomes its bible.(Walter Houston Clark,"The Psychedelics
and Religion" 1970 )
Ego death is not true death(if true death exists in this philosophy), it is
best defined as....."a sense of being controlled by frozen block-universe
determinism with a single, pre-existing, ever-existing future. Experiencing this
model of control and time initially destabilizes self-control power, and amounts to
the death of the self that was conceived of as an autonomous control-agent.
Self-control stability is restored upon transforming one's mental model to take
into account the dependence of personal control on a hidden, separate thought-
source, such as Necessity or a divine level that transcends Necessity"-
Anonymous. In Ego Death one will most likely succumb to an out of body
experience, in which consciousness travels beyond physical coil into a realm of
which they have no control, except for interpretation. You could end up in a
destroyed city, a forest burning black, a hive under invasion, or anything; it can
all be beyond what you thought imaginable as well. To succumb to this realm
one must give up on self-control. whether they know they do or not, that is the
concept behind the death of the ego; the death of the need for self control.
(Walter Houston Clark)

Attaining Ego Death requires controversial means, for the most part. It
usually attained by allusiveness such as lsd, DXM, shrooms, DMT, etc. If such
acts don't suit you it is also said to be reached by meditation. One can attempt to
"Pry open" their "Third eye" through meditative process. Whether through
hallucinogens or deep meditation the state known as Ego Death is hard to attain,
and can vanish almost as quickly as it becomes apparent. Ego Death and drug
trips are but a few means to stretch your mind beyond reality, however. As the
authors look for control in the dimension you can be the audience, accepting the
words presented for fun. Movies and stories show a in-depth differentiation
between our world and another, almost like a split universe. Infact, if the quotes
of men such as Morpheus and Tyler Durden can ring true, its possible their
emotions can affect your empathy as well. In short, seemingly artificial scenarios
can affect your superficial emotions and stimuli. In such a case, you have
exceeded your own reality by stepping onto the edges of another, while obeying
the laws your mind laid out as well.(Walter Houston Clark;Kaufman, Carolyn  "A
Primer on Archetypes and the Collective Unconscious")

Ergo, escape from our dimension does not have to be by some physical
mean. In extensive thought however, the perception gained through such mental
means is nothing more then perishable adventures our mind creates. In this
sense our subconscious mind truly does control us, however it is also agreeable
such a mentality is attempting to please our stimulus. The only conclusion
gathered by idea behind resisting and going beyond the mind is such: If our mind
or another truly is creating an omnipresent reality for us, it is doing a righteously
powerful job to keep us entranced. The Ultimate Ultimatum behind the concept
of reality not being truth, is to go with the idea as truth. Georgle Orwell's most
powerfully message is "Power corrupts" however perhaps it goes beyond
something as simple as society. If you gained omnipotence over your own mind,
it is improbable that you'd experience the same pleasures that of a common man
would. You would be able to bend the concept of "reality" and even transcend
the mental law of death, however with such free will over will the game of life
could become meaningless.(Canning, Bard)
'Have you ever had a dream, Neo, that you were so sure was real? What
if you were unable to wake from that dream? How would you know the difference
between the dream world and the real world?”-Morpheus. In examination of this
philosophy it is likely that a human would want out of the dream world. This
promotes the one flaw and true beauty in being a human; irrationality. In the
concept that the reality you see is a dream you can wake up from one would
want to awake undoubtedly, however in the dream we feel we are given the
stimulation of food, water, love, hate, pain, pleasure, and the luxury of most
anything our mind allows us. In the reality which can extinguish this "dream
world" it is likely to be a hell. "Reality is merely an illusion, albeit a very persistent
one.”-Albert Einstein. If you ignore human nature to rebel against design, you are
left with a comfortable coma of wonder, just as real as any reality could be.
Perhaps this is not the point such fictional and real men tried to make, but the
argument I give you as such: Consider reality you live In a creation of your own
imagination; if your mind gave this purgatory of bliss and pain it is obviously
meant to be entertained with your own actions. To rebel against this system is
simply another way to go along with it, and to try to rise above it is only extending
its walls. (Canning, Bard)
Scientists have determined a 20% probably factor that the world you live
in is a dream world, a simulation for some reason we likely do not want
knowledge of. If it is such, will it affect your life?(Bostrom, Nick "Do We Live In A
Computer Simulation?" New Scientist/00 month 2006)As you read this closing
statement keep in mind, it could simply be your mind telling you not to rebel
against your system; however, it is science to determine truth, and science is a
gift of man. Whichever way you choose to interpret this world, you still will have
impact, and your consequences, whether real or imagines, will be determined.