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Not like I knew how to keep that dream up in the first place, I don't even really know how I made it occur in the first place. I was so many people, what really is future vision?
Neova: It was an excuse MALFONZ, I DID WANT THAT REALITY, BUT I NEVER SAW YOU AS A FRIEND, I SPIT ON YOUR LIFE, BECAUSE YOU WORKED UNDER ME, because if I didn't you would. I wanna change but you never let me... WHY CANT WE FORGET THIS ALL THIS IS FOR NOTHING...
Malfonz came in like a boar, aimed at the face, but it was blocked by Neova's arms. Just in a blink of an eye, Malfonz's right leg was lifted up placed in between Neova's face and arms and then Malfonz used the arms as a chain pulling Neova down with a flip crushing his head towards the ground. Just as a bit of the ground shattered, nothing happened, Neova was unbruised. He wasn't scared he was angry too.
As if it were a stage play, curtains rise to reveal a stalemate.
Neova got up and just laughed, "I remember how the first time we met came out, I won that first match between us". Neova just walking about in circles holding eye contact with Malfonz. Neova provoking Malfonz, "remember the woods, all that babble just for me to not pay attention, remember when you were a dog, remember when we met, I knew who you were, you were scary, but not after you met me", said Neova. "Remember this vaccine, I haven't heard those words have you?, but you really should have gone after me the whole time, I can see the future you know" just as Neova was talking Malfonz striked his fists at Neovas face but with slower movement however harder punches. Then it reached it's nearing climax as each and every one was blocked, even his leg attacks. Echoing laughter.
The reason you never left me was because a part of me reminded you of the thing others had, the thing only I had between the two of us and that was a life worth living because unlike you I had a home waiting for me, the feelings of jealousy and envy scared you so you came after me, I know because I SEE YOU.
You're just as greedy as me, but I decided I was the villain and was fine with that. I couldn't change a thing about me and I was fine by it, you changed me and I got a friend ... it felt like I got siblings when I visited your house back then.
DON*T YOU DARE SPEAK OF THEM.
I got a mother who cared and a bunch of kids I cared for too. But YOU TOOK EVERY SINGLE ONE AWAY FROM ME.
HOW COULD I HAVE ENFUSED MY HATRED AND ANGER IN THE AFTERLIFE JUST TO SPITE YOU.
You made me try, I waited years for someone else to try to approach me, I was the king on that throne you made me a peasant. My life had thrill, I HATED YOU JUST SO YOU COULD DIE, but you didn't and THAT HATE WAS THE LOVE I NEVER RECIEVED THOSE HUNDRED YEARS ALONE OUT THERE.
I was addicted to pride like a drug, and I still am, it will never go away and it feels bad, I relapse, because maybe I relapse because I have no human empathy and have no foundation for love... and I hate it so much THAT I BEGAN LOVING TO HATE YOU JUST SO YOU COULD HATE ME. I HAVE HATED YOU FOR SO LONG I FEEL NOTHING and a part of me asks does that mean I can heal, but I know the answer and it always repeats no. Like groundhog day.
(Repeat) Fin.
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Part 2: Gluttony
Neova repeated, he saw the fight between Malfonz and him repeat over and over, "What is this, I AM so so tired of days repeating, WHY WHY me, each movement ENDS THEN BEGINS AGAIN, I might as well shatter the vaccine and then I will receive it again", says Neova sitting on his knees closing his eyes and bending his back and face backwards then three words repeat.
"IT WAS HIM"
"IT WAS HIM"
That phrase chanted by both sides, they saw people as sticks and bricks at that moment, nothing but replaceable and they were tired of life, Nothing made sense, so they clashed over simple ideals, leaving everything behind greedly clashing with the simple goal of taking the others life, because there was no deeper meaning anymore.
The greed was no longer greed but the gluttony to saciate the hunger for a victory once and for all, an all or nothing attempt, for truly nothing in the end.
Just as things started to repeat themselves, Malfonz and Neova sitting at the shop face to face, Malfonz jumped on Neova. But Neova moved his leg and broke off a table leg and used it as a battering ram, smashing Malfonz to the left of him. But Malfonz shot out an attack out of his finger, a lightning lazer, aimed for Neova but dodged.
The shock truly began when the lazer that pointed towards Neova came back to him behind his back killing the shop assistant. This moment truly put shock on both people, Neova did not expect people casualty but he knew they were only seen as twigs in this fight, Malfonz didn't even glance, aiming for a bigger blast known as "the five finger barrage", he slashed his fingers as if he was holding the worlds largest sword that bent around the world, Neova ducking then pushing his legs up to launch his body to the air not touching the ground, dodging the lazer and doing a twirl spin kick launching Malfonz right hand aside, as he hooked Malfonz's head to his foot and moved his body clashing on the ground ... atleast an attempt was made. Nothing happened. Why would it? Malfonz wasn't playing why would he flip over, why would he try, so he gave up. Truly a fight between an immovable object versus an unstoppable force.
"What are you trying to accomplish", said Malfonz.
As Neova kept striking, Malfonz didn't even budge, and as Neova was doing a left hook jab Malfonz grabbed his hand and twisted it to the far back. Neova seemingly also stopped.
"Why so sudden" asked Neova, taking slow steps, wiping the dirt off.
Malfonz takes up his hand, "No no no no, don't do it, the rotation and", Neova started to plead. "What would happen to us, we will still fight or will we stop when we reach the skies", asked Malfonz, "what what do you mean Malfonz don't do something so rash, what do you mean the skies, don't contradict yourself aren't you t-the sky and all dude", said Neova. He was so nervous he could barely speak.
If they did destroy the planet what if Neova couldn't imagine a new day anymore, Neova would be scared before he suffoctaed to death and Malfonz would die in the freezing cold as his weak knee hardened to ice from the inside and shattered. What if they couldn't go back anymore after that. Fin.
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Part 3: Are Sloth and Envy really so different
"Choose you... or me... or it the planet you helped me ruin together with..., either we die, or we keep fighting, or we stop, and I hold no conviction after this sudden realization, but do you really wanna keep going when most of the world is dead only me alive, who would duck and cover except you that is", asked Malfonz.
"When I shot my shot the lazer that pointed around the world only to loop back and hit me again, you think people survived, the worlds dead already what difference is there anymore in keeping it alive for the two of us", asked Malfonz.
"I realized I was man, I was never not a man, I just wanted a friend, but I could never offer up my friendship, but nobody asked about me when I grew up, and then greed came by. I could only live for so long with you here, I am no king no more, I stated that to myself if a man in the world died, that was one less man a king could rule over. You were the skies not me, for you could do things far past me, and now we can never be king. Don't leave me hanging, what do you have to say peasant".
The hand starting to glow, the golden glow of metallic descent.
"Realize, your early to realize dude, we are not done trying to kill each other off, like you said the plan, kill me by my own volition or kill you by your own hands, a stab to the knee, the whole preach about the golden hand and yet you couldn't humble yourself to tell me what ability I truly have. You told me, you knew my power, seems like the world sneezes when we clash, I don't know what is happening, would I really kill myself when all this is done but maybe fate has written different... wouldn't fight or flight kick in.
No no somebody is enjoying this and they are probably still alive, or dead, who knows if we come back again or not. The end of your life will be the end of my suffering, the vaccine it was stolen, taken and yet I still have mine you still have yours because of groundhog day.
Your not the skies, neither am I, I killed people for a living, just to feel control over my life, I did feel like the skies never was tho. You can stand pointing up all you want but that moon is not hitting us, I just can't imagine living my life with you on it. You are the skies, why would I still be here, if it wasn't for you, you were the worst decision I ever made, but that was on me not on you".
"If the skies will not crumble us, you live, if we do die, I assume I won't, I am scared of mortality".
"I assume the same, but I won't die either way, so now what, just you and me, and me I've heard plenty of during my life, what do you offer to me, a truce?" asked Neova.
"No, because we don't like each other, if we did why would working together be such a sore".
"You gone learn a new word, you don't know the meaning of sore, the last I heard your money was calling you, not your pain (itch, itch), you don't get to proclaim the skies, you ruined me, one day I kill a man and it will be on you, I killed people but I felt sane doing it, I can't even enjoy their pain anymore (itch, itch). I am your consequence, you made me the man I am, looking into the past the future, it doesn't matter, you always change my perception, and if the energy count to get the future on my side was anywhere close to me you'd be in the pavement, I don't see you as the person you are but the embodiment of the individual you see yourself as.
A part of me believes the person I am all that backpeddling of pointing the blame will come back to me... but no matter what I TRULY DO BELIEVE YOUR LOVE RUINED ME, MY LOVE TO THE ONE PERSON WHO COULD MAYBE HAVE BEEN A FRIEND MY BRASH ANSWER TO YOUR QUESTION RUINED ME TOO, BECAUSE LOOK AT WHAT WE HAVE THE ASHES OF THE COURAGOUS FALLEN BY OUR HANDS.
A rock stuck in a hard place, and turns out it bothers me, then it includes me, then it affects me, then it is a part of me. I am you, (eyes darkening, turning a malicious red, itch, itch, bleed), you don't get to say that to me. You saw darkness walking the stairs, I saw you, the darkness was depressing to witness because it was happening, say to me you will change, even if you do what good does good do to you, you took what I had, what you never had.
Compared to you I am a man because no matter how much you try to be just atleast I understood humanity and chose to live against it... you did none of it because you couldn't. I can see your past and your future just need your eyes dumbass. And every second I look at you I see the same thing, we survive, but then nothing blank, (laughter) wonder what that means, we die or only me. You made yourself human you made me the guy who observes other people, I HATE YOU, a a and one one day YOUR DEATH YOUR FAMILY WHEN YOU decide to have it will be killed by me. You gotta learn there are consequences to your actions. If my hunch is correct we will see each other again after death, when we do recall a man with another mans face. If you are not above the skies, then you are on the ground just like all of us Malfonz, (laughter)".
"I never meant it when I said I changed but I wanted to believe I could, I just don't see people as anything anymore (laughter), but if we see each other again I will destroy your reason for living trust on that".
"NOBODY WOULD SAVE ME EVEN IF I WAS LAYING ON THE GROUND ABOUT TO DIE, SO WHY SHOULD I CARE FOR THE LIKES OF YOU NEOVA".
We fought, took strides and as the half of the moon came crashing down splitting the earth in three, the middle being the only thing uncrushed, as the moon came down and we came to vision again, his foot was through my knee and his head was on the ground behind him. That was when I realised my own mortality and I couldn't believe it, I was scared and I started to drag my numb legs somewhere else using my hand, I tried crawling using my hands but I used up the last of my energy and I blacked out, all I saw was blinking and stars as I was the dust that once was a part of me. I saw space, it felt like the stars and then no more.
My story ended I died, I killed myself ...
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But...
But then I woke up, I hadn't slept in years, since birth and just like that I left my guard down. If you'd have asked me do I miss him, I'd still say no, he was a tool and now when he is gone I feel better, but the thoughts I have don't feel like thoughts anymore when I have the stenches of bodies piled up beside me as the perfume of a neighbor you will never meet. I hate it, no cafe anymore, and for once when I sleep on the couch right next to the glass window reflection of the empty grounds. I should have died but he did. AS I KEEP WRITING THIS I FEEL LIKE THE MONSTERS I READ ABOUT IN FOLKTALES, HEARD ABOUT STRANGER DANGER FOR.
THAT BRAT NEOVA HE STILL RUINS ME EVEN AFTER DEATH. I HAVE NO VACCINE.
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What scares me is not the prospect of no goal but when a man has no excuses to continue write for the next day, when all of what you have done isn't remembered for, but you remember the dead fallen. As I keep writing this it feels like a moment in a theatrical release, not the moment when the hero wins, not the moment when the heroes anguished fallen but the hero keeps his morale, but when you come back to that one moment that made you feel something, but now not the story but the liminal spacing of the moment is stuck in your head.
You don't recall the small moments leading up to the event but you remember the poetry in the background, maybe a graveyard maybe a sunset, and when you space out it feels as though the characters in that scene have to live out their whole existence like goldfish repeating the same raw scene. As though I don't deserve to leave this house, like I am stuck behind this window and am supposed to look at my wrong doings in detail like some horror flick.
Even if I hadn't taken their lives now, at some point I would have, this is my punishment for my greed. He was so real in my dream, that I wish my dream was reality and this dream like state of mine was merely a dream. I like those scenes can only exist in liminal existence, eough eough eough hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhheeeeehuehuehuuuu
Mid sentence for the first time Malfonz felt defeat, he cried since that was all that he had, and as his one last goal was reached he didn't like it, it felt wrong he hated it. But as the monster finally became man, a hated man, a story ends with his defeat, and a new one begins. Neova had fallen with victory because he may have lost, his words could not be questioned because a crazy mans words is right two times a day, but then it may be found there was a mirror in front of that man, people just didn't have the wits about it.
If you mirror Malfonz, change his actions, you would find him dead just like the rest of the bodies if he tried to leave in desperation because Neova wasn't dumb enough to not plant detonation around his house, the only thing that was safe was his sofa.
As somber turned to a rage houses lit on fire the smoke washing away the sin of corpses, Malfonz screamed so loud the sky could hear, he was the man he wanted to be but he was not there yet, as the detonation snapped, Malfonz broke the glass and ended the silence. "I WILL DESERVE TO BE LOVED ONE DAY, IF NOT BY THEM THEN BY ME", he said and the wind blew away the glass in front of him, the angelic screams from the sky, the fires lit out and the bodies flying through the sky like minerals a part of air. He left, he left his old life but fate wouldn't be so kind. The End.