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That night he didn't know I was there at the foot of his bed, he scared himself into obedience, and tied down by the ropes again all he could do was be afraid because that was all he gave me that day, I KNOW I*M DAMN EDGY LET ME BE, ahem he lost his most valuable asset and I won, even if it was shortlived.
Malfonz's fear is the absense of knowledge, because he can't know all, hence he is lying to himself about being the creator.
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.
Malfonz in his freetime bribes and cheats his way onto buying his servants, the ones he can't even use because of trust. His servants aren't here anymore, not because he killed them but because slaves don't have a proper education and trafficking of them is a pain to deal with, so instead they are kept somewhere working while the ordeal of getting ready is accomplished by Malfonz. If he completes this trade, he will lose almost all his money, but 10 000 isn't a small feat. But they aren't here yet so I don't have to deal with them any time soon either. That's the first information I gathered doing my intel work. The second was finding out where the guy lived. ...
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"Hey mister", a kid said behind Neova, asking him if the skeleton was his, pulling on his piece of clothing, Neova getting annoyed planned on completing his convoluted plan in the luxury of his own silence.
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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.
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Neova laughing maniacally might have overdone his plan, who knew he even existed exactly, the skeleton looked plastic enough to be a fake and nobody bought into the idea of one piece of fabric hanging on for dear life and nothing else, however Neova was laughing like he solved the impossible riddle known to man. People walked right by and it didn’t shock anybody because nobody either, allegedly he told himself. There were even fake death newspapers Neova made plastered on the walls of buildings but Malfonz didn’t seem to care of even notice his surroundings, he never really took clothing into consideration and connect the dots, in the back of his head 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 his old ways 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, 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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Malfonz atleast seemingly grew a limiter, to avoid unnecessary casualties. Or what would the meaning of ruling over someone have the purpose of if there were nobody to rule over. Neova’s limiter before was kill if asked for a last stand to still keep him human, to an extent it did 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)
Those words were yelled so loud the narrator didn't even notice what was happening, and then he got replaced.
Female Narrator: So where were we, oh yes. (cough)
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A woman was sitting there in the middle of the day in the corner of an alleyway, she wasn't dealt good cards in life and being poor on the ground she almost gave up and gave in to the hunger. Earlier that day though Neova came by offered up some food, and that one act was viewed with more sincerity than any others, she was happy and thankful that someones act was that kind. Of course anybody could do that act but nobody did, not because we are bad but in the back of our heads when you see a homeless person do you really just believe they need the money or are you afraid they are gonna throw it all away for their next luxury. She seemed like a gambler and she was, but she wanted to change. Now sitting hungry again, she was planning on stealing some food right before she stumbled upon that man again.
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Life was but a dream to him, people but where were they, they held no weight? Clouds seemed to shift from heavy to smooth and then to gas 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 inbetween the barrier of living and dead and get away with the question of, 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 as an excuse, he would do anything for a win or his head would end up killing him with the negativity. 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, but would he follow it? If nobody was here to know how I look, maybe I can fake a death and get a sort of petty revenge he thought.
To him, he didn’t just lose a part of himself, he lost the taste of life because of loosing grains of sand. So nobody can say he is truly happy, just between the barrier. As he hid in Malfonz’s closet accomplishing the futile part 2 of his convoluted plan, he just sat there and every second he recieved to himself he wanted to ignore it because his head was a siren as loud as can be. At night time or in the day shifting one thing, just by a little, maybe it can disorient however 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 could be seen by 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 for ruinning a life and putting Neova to his grave, his fake skeleton at the least was found and burried later on by Malfonz, 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.
Then came that one fateful day where Neova was out and about, he was approached by the woman he helped who greeted him with kindness.
"WHAAAT, A WOMAN ... TALK ME", he said as loud as can be regretting it.
