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A man who cannot truly learn, has lost after death, even if he won in the end, because he never understood he really spoke madmans words and never the root of the issue. And such a man, truly was only able to impact one man, changing his life, and that man was close to being his reflection, because it was just an excuse that everybody left him, but what the other wanted was a change in reason, a change in perspective. For a man whose last reason was to become the very best, to basically stumble away every second he got, become better, be better, gave him a reason where he had lost hate, gave him pride, that was his reason.
There was one man who would rise from the amber and from the ashes. In a world without his mirror, he won. He made it, no cheers, just graffiti and names he could care less for. He sat there on his throne, with money that could give him the world he had already cheated, he didn't need food, he couldn't get hurt, he was faster than any man and stronger too. It was no tragedy he died, and nobody was there to fight him like the bad guy he was, he killed many and many more would end up dead in his tyranny. He had no one soldier. He had no one cult either, he was a myth too small at first, and bad religion at worst the same kind that brought the cold war to begin with. Even if he never took part, he never tried either, never had a reason for it. And yet he could never die, he wanted too, he bit his cloth and no matter how hard he bit his teeth could not feel the pain of the power and yet the cloth got ripped see through, he stabbed and so...
(Though now he was gone) A simple myth, reasoned away as cause and effect that Neova him, turned to wildfires due to high heats and then explained away. For once someones absense found meaning when taken away. Maybe that's a nice feeling even if both were bad people, because even if the world hates them, it knew less of them as they knew of the world.
A new story began where Neova's ended, but without his scent and fear. But of a man bigger than Neova himself, who would topple his empire, a world Neova cares no more for anymore. Fin.
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Flick, as someone tapped, snapped, flipped and tipped the lighter, a bit horizontally to the left in the center of his room, he could hear footsteps entering his dorm as people were getting ready, inching closer to the party about to be held at night. "Hey dude", someone yelled entering the guys dorm asking if he snagged some beer, the man just simply drowned in his dreams hallucinating barely able to make out shapes and objects sees the coming figures and startled blacks out just to be woken up again. In the middle of the ball, as the party was just starting it felt like the man was still tripping acid, as he was being tugged away by the women at the ball asking to be danced with. The men behind him angry screaming pick me pick me over and over nothing but washed away as the night just reached its second act. The man only seeing shapes before, starts seeing words pop up where people should be, feeling like hes talking to someone blurting out some common words with no deeper meaning, as the black hair girl pushes him in the ring dancing the night away, seems like he had a strong admirer it seems.
As the ballroom was fading and slow dancing became a new norm, people started fading, less and less people were crumbled up and nobody wanted to share the spotlight, except the couples and their dates, maybe even some newcomers, as the bpm decreased in rate, and the man finally started to see the first thing he saw was the girl who had dragged him all the way back since the dorm, turns out she wanted to spend some time but he was blacked out and jolted in fear falling face down on the floor unable to breath face down on mattress.
As he asked where he was, she quieted him, but as the night was getting closer to its end and as people were packing up, as people in the corners were telling stories of real events, of games, of series, of myths and legends, of ifs and buts. They were just starting the night as they understood their love and that even if the world were to end right here right now, they wouldn't regret it for the worse.
They'd been best friends, she was a normal girl, she liked sweets, she liked games, she liked everything he did and had a stand on it and most of it clashing with his, he understood no agreement with his statements as the girl would clash but he liked it that way it was engaging. Right then and there as the bombings were being heard, screams started anew, something was collapsing, a new system for the worse. Because just because one soul is gone doesn't mean everything will be for the better, but there's a worth in that, it means not everything is because of one man, because someday a bigger man will show up, but even that man isn't the biggest man until he decides for himself to be. Fin.