Cover story 62: Life seemed better not again
It was christmas, "and as I sat there" the man thought inside his thick skull, where was the christmas joy and where was the christmas cheer. He knew he didn't deserve it, but deeper inside that thick skull of his he was asking the real questions, how did I get here. As he closed his eyes to enjoy the wine he was offered it was as if he was sent to heaven, or was it hell, it was so good he said.
I think the church bells thought the same, so did his intern he mocked so much
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I made it guys. People left and right of me clapping as the world is blowing up in a cheer for me. I decerve this I thought, no other decerves this more. The confetti is being blown and thrown and as the people cry for me to sign them an autograph some voices whisper. "Yes yes I am here, and have them written out in full, don't forget it", but something felt odd. There was a fight and then a bruise, I have some skeletons to hide and how come people recognize me now. So many questions came to mind but none would be thought of for more than a few seconds but even the weirdest happenings would seem normal.
I try to read the signs but nothing could be made out, did I have dyselxia and never made of it til now?
First the walls change color from blue to red but I don't focus because something else had my attention. The vaccine where was it, did I sell it, to who and when, how much did I make I couldn't make sense of it?
(Flash back)
We were dealing blows some shots were made and then I was shoved back something fell and then ... He woke up...
-(Where is everybody)-
He woke up, his voice cleared he noticed how his victory wasn't as sweet as he had hoped for. He stood above the grave of a man he once knew, he was sitting restless without a breath to use at peace knowing he will once find his way back to this world, but Malfonz like a used toy tried to fix what he set out to destroy. "If you wanted death then you should have let me kill you, whenever that was planned on being", checking a dead mans puls he waited. No breath could be heard of and opening his eyes stayed open didn't matter if even a mosquito started sucking for blood. For whatever both Neova and Malfonz knew this singular death brought back the monsters humanity because it was a death of a close partner, someone they understood even if both at a bitter end. Neova fought to be human in his last moments, but he jugled his way around the topic he could no longer recognize himself as human. Because in his words he will continue to do bad, but if he had no free will he could live life knowing he could no longer do bad. Pointing once more at everything but himself. Malfonz however still couldn't understand how to repair a broken toy realising at that point he lost so much winning meant nothing, but it gave him a new purpose ... he still has duties to accomplish but the restlessness will always haunt him ... he lost his peace. Neova who lost everything had nothing to lose by stating the obvious about morality how everybody's good is so vastly different it held no meaning because at that point we were all working at it through ego. A sense of morality is a sense of oneself or pride that has a goal of never weavering, the thing that decided what is wrong and what wasn't. That was ego because you knew you were right above somebody elses right.
Malfonz conflicted at the defeat threw the once peaceful corpse on the wall grabbing him by the collar screaming to stand up only to realize it soon after fell down. There was a sense of peace knowing he could hold onto the corpse like a doll, but that was the wrong move, Malfonz didn't notice but deep down felt something missing an equal. In his mind he could either make a grave or keep the doll resting so he never has to be alone, but Malfonz answering one of Neova's questions without knowing decided to mature even though most of what he lost was out of his control. He let the body rest, he saw a smile on that corpse.
Everybody is a hypocrite in the end however. So was the son of Lucifer. Malfonz let his small nation thrive gave it books and freed them, but the back of his mind was as hurt knowing maybe he is out there, he was grieveing without knowing and the fear of his greatest enemy coming back scared him. Fin.