Cover story 60: I only win if I do what I know of
The man on a wheel chair had no words. The only things in his mind was he was a monster, but there was hypocrisy, the greed blinded him. "What will my kids think of me as a useless man, no limbs, a better me and their talking to him happy by him", the man said quietly choosing to kill himself because what was his life if someone was better.
He was thrown off a bridge down and as the cops pull up to the gruesome display of dismemberment, as he showed up on tv. People found out, because nobody had died in such a long time, some were protesting, some started petitioning to take down the dictatorship. All just barely swept under the rug, the family found out, one way or another, Ash lost to his word.
Because unlike a tree someone means something, and even a tree is remembered by the house it made for the ants and the nests for birds
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He ran across the field he never seen but only heard of through his books and through the voices in his head. To Neova there was no more voices in his head, no Danny or Kevin to annoy him. As if a haze, it was as if the pain went away. They were back at it again unable to change who they were at their core. As if playing tag, the ground as if burning up with each step. Malfonz was a kid again he felt, the childhood he never had. He didn't decerve it. Either he thought that or the world thought those sentiments. Maybe a monster can change, maybe it is worth listening and looking through his eyes.
The people were waiting for their order from the far east. Some wanted coffee and others wanted a nice sweet treat. The buildings were crumbling from the west and as if just like before nobody noticed until it was too late. They were running and as the little girl marched on as Malfonz tackled and was being thrown away like a ragdoll. It was anyones game. The ants running away, the bugs flying off just like the birds and the metallic scent still disgustingly present. Turns out Lilith didn't like that smell very much. Only his cries could be heard.
Maybe just maybe everybody was in on the game Neova lied about. What if the world was playing cops and robbers, everybody that died was just in jail and people that weren't talking were just people who were sour pusses. A heavy laughter as if on drugs filled the air, pondering the question what constitutes a change? Can you always change? Or is it like hierarchy people can only change if they didn't sin as much?
All those dead men and women did they truly die, it didn't feel like it and no matter how much he tried to care why couldn't he? If he was born a monster why stop being one. Everybody saw him as the son of Lucifer and as the graffiti on the walls called him words and sentences he never listened too, a part of him was bad. All those souls he tormented what about them? He never wrote them down but the words were there aching. And the money his victims couldn't pay back that even cancer seemed a viable solution out of it. And instead of standing in front of a judge he pranced as if ... as if he were someone he never was. Could I ever be better or is this all I have to offer? He didn't care however.
First they banter...
"What's that I thought you were a man, no courage huh", said Neova firing a gun through the table, (MISS).
"How do you perceive me huh, the snake who tricked Adam and Eve", said Malfonz standing up, but he ducked just in time not to be shot in the head, but that wouldn't hurt him. As the glass of saint Marie shattered all the colors flung like fireworks, as they fell they glistened and and turns out Andrea was hiding in the corner making a run for it, breaking Neova's concentration.
Then more words are said as they prance running for themselves... running away from the church that held them...
"That GIRL, GET BACK HERE", said Neova while firing the shots both missed.
"What you found a new lover or something, people like us can only do so bad until what we do becomes disgusting you know", said Malfonz joking around sitting on top of Neova.
"Not interested in a new love dumbass, interested in keeping my word for making this a ghost town just for you", said Neova as he pulled the string bringing the ceiling down and making a run for it. Malfonz confused and a bit angered about why he was being ignored all of a sudden. Can these men change? Please girl make a run for it. One of Neova's skills was planning, he just never talked about it as if the string attached itself to the ceiling.
She ran as far as the eye can see, there were houses to her left and right, but she wasn't running north anymore, but east, and as that fact dawned on me the narrator I was scared. Those monsters could shape shift into wolves for all I cared, but little miss riding hood had to get away.
As Lilith started crying her hyperventilation worsened as the two men started running after her, Malfonz showing no interest in her was tackling Neova to the ground and Neova jumping and pinning him down spinning Malfonz and throwing him ahead, so ahead that the buildings that could be seen were destroyed on impact.
Crazed laughter could be heard and as the girl turned she saw the cafe Neova and Malfonz had been to for so long and hid near there, Lilith finally calming down. Neova stumped on whether he should attack stopped and within a second he was pushed to the ground, all Malfonz saw was them playing hide and seek and some tag, he forgot what happened.
But as that realization hit he angry started stomping on Neova's face, the people in shock and scared for their lives started running, there were always corpses piled on the ground due to the one week virus attacks, but this was way way worse, people who could play pretend while everybody else were doing anything for the next breath of air.
A man who had determination is a crazed man, but if that man had no limiter what could stop him. The girl hiding in a corner, the shop owner coming out and slapping Malfonz and Neova told them how much of a ruckus they were causing finally prompting them to leave. Because why attack the one lady making their favorite tea, The kids were finally in safe hands, but through the windows of the restaurant you could see how much of a barren wasteland the area had come too, people were scared, more than ever.
People were scared but the right push always brought down the people to react, because no matter the dire there were both good and bad men. A retired police stood there finished his sip and as his old age was catching up to him, he rioted. People will always act. So they acted.
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What now, no end huh. Malfonz and Neova fell into delusion as if this moment was forever. Why change, if change was always the hardest to do. They ran as if they were running through a field of dandelions and daisies and as the crack they were on swallowed them whole. Just as if the world slowed down just for them. Just as the guns were firing. Falling down corpses, decisions too late to be made complete, a big surprise. They fell down laughing it looked like, as if to say to each other "let's go outside and play in the neighborhood". Was it always good to change or is change always good? To them it felt just alright as if frozen in air. Fin.
Life was as if Broken in time like a Window trying to fulfill it's function even after breaking.