Cover story 53: My neighbor agreed with
People were going crazy for SB. On the walls were petitions on banning the drug, because it was a drug. So many doctors implemented it as a surefire way helping people during CPR, because as the muscles loosen they are more reactive to the electricity able to save people they couldn't before. Using it in small doses made the petitions less agreed with, because it was a help to society. The rich couple being the top investors.
And yet Sven was out of the loop of the conflict confused for the mass rioting
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1 - 1 (The last victory didn't count, but nobody celebrated it either)
Was it a dream of those faces, my thoughts made it seem I knew people I never met before. I remember and then the question is was I really there or am I asleep now. Today was gonna be a wacky plan day, make myself out to be dead. I have gone through that haven't I. Even if it was a dream it felt real, maybe it's a reset, but I never met anyone in those dreams before. I grasp my face stretching it out. This has happened twice right, once with him, hence why he can tell something is off, is my power not seeing the future.
I scribble on walls, on cardboard of anything that I can recall. If this is a crazy dream maybe I can sell it off as a story, (my funny thoughts weren't helping). The one thought kept ringing, if something were to have been tampered with, like my thoughts and logs of the day, it wouldn't be scribbled down, since everything reset. But one key fact about dreams is that you can't write, there is always an anomoly, and you can't read because words don't exist.
Another weird thing is powers only seem to exist for some people, almost like a talent, but their magical, super strength and shape shifting really. Wow a guy can see something that hasn't happened cool, how come though. The only existing theory is that it is the worlds paradox, meaning something existed that doesn't exist anymore and we are the compensation. Like Malfonz's story is a mix of greek mythology, he is a mix of multiple things, like the Achilles heel and Zeus with the lightning. Screw this.
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My new plan, I gathered intel of where people are at what place and information like that, one major discovery was that Malfonz lived in an abandoned area, there it is evident to me that he also gathered soldiers just like me. So a few days ago. I in planted a bomb, on one of the soldiers of Malfonz unbenounced to them they led the bomb to the tomb where other enemies lie. I was suspected dead. I faked it, Skeleton and all, nobody showed, and I stayed with Malfonz for a while, like a toy hidden within the basement.
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I still see that man, telling me to do what feels natural, I just let go. I can't change why try.
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Malfonz's fear is unknowledge, because that leads to uncertainty and leads to fear. Leads to obedience. Leads to the night, he was in fear of me, was my dog.
I did feel bad, I could lie all I want, but that won't get the people dead to come back from the ground and come after me.
The start, was simple, let the people kill themselves by getting infected by the virus, or let me kill them. But nobody from Malfonz's side was knowledgeable of who I was, so my rage filled me, and I decided to do the bomb under the table trick. I COULD NOT STAND THE WAIT, HE TRIED DESTROYING ME, WELL WHO'S LAUGHING AT HIS GRAVE NOW. I BET HE KNEW I WAS ALIVE AND ALL. BUT WHO NEEDS NEWSPAPERS, WHEN PEOPLE AROUND HERE JUST REAP THEMSELVES UNDER CORRUPTION, FAKING MY DEATH WAS SIMPLE, JUST A SKELETON AND (cough) the piece of clothing of the wearer. People assume your dead when the pandemic hit, and if a random skeleton with my piece of clothing is laying in the streets, but nobody cared about the hard work I put into doing what I did. Malfonz when he saw my corpse he just walked by and cracked the bones of the dead man's rib cage. But one thing was certain, I laughed knowing nobody knew who I was, and Malfonz not knowing where I was.
Neova might have overdone his plan, nobody already didn't know who he was, so his death didn't shock anybody because nobody knew he was Neova dead on the pavement, allegedly. Malfonz didn't seem to care, he never really took clothing into consideration, but he knew, Neova was planning something, because if Malfonz never killed Neova, how did he end up dead. It was a disgusting act of revenge, and a sign of what's to come, Malfonz retired after the blows he dealt to Neova and his family, and Neova retired, because assassination could not replenish him like it did before, and the money he made there, could rival the greatest of riches. This was one of the signs of Neova doing things for the sake of revenge, since he didn't have a feeling of anything, he was more prone to do disgusting acts, nothing like killing anymore, he could torture a kid if he felt like they were connected to Malfonz, and didn't seem to have killing limiter anymore.
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My thoughts are screaming at me. Let go, LET GO, and is doing what I am good at, only good. What else can I do, nobody is waiting for me on the other side and after all this I don't think I'd stick around waiting up for me. I give, but giving is the loneliest feeling because I wanna have more, but my mind screams at me telling me I can only give this what I already have.
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Malfonz atleast had a limiter, to avoid unnecessary casualties. Or what would the meaning of ruling over someone have the purpose if there were nobody to rule over. Neova's limiter was the same kill people if asked for it, still kept him human, to an extent and when he got paid he had a reason to deny and therefore ruling the limiter unbroken.
But that was just a side analysis I could figure out, a theory, now let's keg (cough) get back to the story. You should really enjoy the time you spend with me I don't really get to spe-
(SWITCH NARRATORS AT D4)
Female Narrator: So where were we, oh yes. (cough)
Life was but a dream to him, people where were they, they held no weight? Clouds seemed to shift from heavy to smooth, to gas like in a moment, and when laying down looking up at the sky, it felt as if you would start sky diving upward, everyday was a joke to him and life seemed more pleasurable. A world where no laws are bound to you, that was a world Neova waited for, because one day he could die and know he did not stress, he could ask life as he was between the barrier. What is the meaning of life?
That was his ultimate dream, but deep down, he felt sad, a bolder fell on him crushing his arm and leg, he was only half the man he once was, because there was no limiter on him. He could not truly enjoy life, because existence had no weight to it, so faking ones death seemed like a comedic joke, it also was a distraction from the weight he did not have anymore and the weight he could put into a moment, he could make his own limiter for himself. If nobody was here to know how I look, maybe I can fake a death and get a sort of petty revenge.
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I could go for tea. Fin.
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To him, he didn't just lose a part of himself, he lost the taste of life. So nobody can say he is truly happy, just between the barrier. As he hid in Malfonz's closet, at night time or in the day shifting one thing, just by a little, does that small action change anything? He stalked Malfonz, only for a bit, a chance of what he would say, something to convince himself. Day, by day, by day, by week, by months, no sign of Neova to Malfonz, just a man hiding and Malfonz could never find him. Malfonz truly did start to believe the guys death, of course Malfonz paid his condolences and put Neova to his grave, his fake skeleton at the least. A mutual respect, for the entertainment they brought each other, but even if days or months passed Neova would never budge and Malfonz would never notice until it went a bit too far. Fin.