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I sat there in front of the mirror and just like a spoiler a puzzle piece was missing and yet for once I didn't wanna know how it would go, my future vision was at a mental block. A few moments later I sat there near the pavement waiting for my commrades in arms to bring me my ice cream as I sat there drinking water. I was almost out of stock on cigars anyways, and as I watched the people march from left to right, me sitting in an area nobody would ever think of visiting I see Lauraline show her face. We greeted and as she almost slipped on those overgrown heels I decided I was ready to give up on my dream. I looked slick and near the far distance I saw Lefty and Righty. I was the same man I was back then, but just more of a coward, I needed vengeance to see it through, but I can't ... I know I can't even if I want it that way. I even stopped the small ounce drinking I usually do because of my violent tendancies.
As Lefty the less clumsy one bumps into me as I sit down Lauraline gets drenched in vanilla. She is way more spoiled nowadays and in a few years I can see her gain weight a sign of wealth. Righty right after sat down and we started talking about topics I never heard of. Like how everything makes different sounds, so putting them together might be innovative, or just rubble that annoys the ears and wakes you up in the morning. We laughed and talked almost the whole day away and just like that the day ended and our next meeting was planned to happen a few days from now. With time I allowed Lefty and Righty to go back home, they were loyal soldiers ... even though everything seemed dandy Lefty the more aggressive one also seemed to have a thing for Lauraline just never seemed to make his lips speak the words his heart yearns for. Little did he know he can have her ... I always saw myself as an old man in the future who the kids would throw water at as I screamed wretched words. And then I was alone again and a new day for the same tiring old happened, just like always and just like everybody else I started yearning for what I didn't have.
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Either the money was spread around the ground, or maybe the faucet started overflowing. I was tired, maybe make it so that he lived in more of a ghost town. I couldn’t just yet scare him by assassinating his crew, they’re braindead, fed like animals, that’s creepy enough having to hear a gurgling sound. The last straw was when he came back home, and two syringes were destroyed, one his vaccine, the other an empty syringe I found at my home, of no use. And then the last man was me. All I needed was him to show to the premises. He was out all day, he found nothing, he had nothing to lose, except the people at the basement, which was free revenge for me, didn’t even feel satisfying until he showed at home, where his dearest was waiting for him in a puddle of bones, hahaHAHA.
“What did you do Neova”, said Malfonz as soon as he entered the room.
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“Why ask what I am here for, look for your comrades man, they have been screaming oonga boonga all day long”, said Neova as a gas leak could be smelled from the room below.
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“WHAT DID YOU DO NEOVA”, said Malfonz holding Malfonz by the shirt, as the room started creaking but couldn’t quiet down the silence of loss. His loss.
“Don’t be arrogant, I COULD HEAR YOU FINE, I just ended the game”, said Neova as he kicked Malfonz in the knee making him stumble a few steps back, throwing the broken shards of the vaccine.
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I was so bored out of my mind I started writing headcannon of what I never ended up doing. It became more of a risk to be in the house when more people showed, the ropes were still there and the end goal was to kill his soldiers at the end of the day, either they die or we die I always say. Writing a story in third person feels weird when your own name is plastered all over, that was the next lesson I had to teach my followers, how to pull up with a gun if needed. We are in a business where people die, I have the money to use and waste because I am my own boss now. Even if I am the boss none of my followers would ever kill and be the reason for the kill. I showed them the ropes, some were naturals one was natural and that was Lefty, but still afraid of the kill. Righty he quit shooting however I could trust his word he would be an asset, Lauraline being a girl needed this, she was as stereotypically feminine as the quote "girls like picking flowers". She had interests of course but a guy can just snatch it away from her in an instant. I wanted her to be her, because she was dependant on me. She even started hating it and hiding it under that cocky demeanor.
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She shot her first bullet almost hitting the board with the symbols painted on em, and as we met up more often she loosened up. She wouldn't like shooting but for defence she had too. I called it a "from me too you". But she never had the guts to take it all the way.
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In my bored hours I wrote more fiction, a part 2 to my earlier victory you can say.
“How di”, but before he could finish, Neova said “your cabinets are always open you know, and your walls always smelled of rotten fish but my nose got used to it, anymore questions”, all Malfonz could do is run away.
But before anymore hunting down could happen, Neova pulled a thin string from over the room, crashing the broken door frame in front of the stumbled and splintered Malfonz, who was now a pray.
“You can run away, I will find you, change name I will find you, reborn again, I can find you again, the only again I will never be able to find is when you see the sky, and if you are who you say you are, you are the most pitiful representation of it that a mere man can defeat you remember that”, Neova says as he pushes Malfonz to the ground, close to the creaking wood rubbing his knee to the ground.
“Say your not him, your not the sky”, said Neova while pushing Malfonz to the ground.
“Let go of me please”, said Malfonz while squirming to get up, as a surge of warmth able to burn leather was released from his skin, but Neova didn’t notice, he has felt broken neck bones and never reached any closer to death.
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As I met up again for some practice, telling her long tales, some even disgusting her, her mood would shift from bit by bit. I knew she was judging me, a part of me knew it was me making that assumption. She smiled the last time we met, ... she was close to getting aggressively taken advantage of but she pulled the trigger. My stories just reminded her of that, she was never gutsy. And as I was gonna see where she went one day, me taking out the trash there she was. I was just starting to fall for her, see her as her, if I just never showed her too shoot her shots or killed her out of empathy maybe this would never be here. I stood there, I was close to crying because I really tried this time. What will Lefty think
As the narrator of this story. Their story was simply twisted fantasies, playing again and again, what was the lesson. They could never kill each other but through their actions did more harm than justice. They were never natural enemies, they were never meant to cross paths, they were supposed to fight a hero, lose and then repeat, how did this come to this. Her legs were sticking out as if to mock me and her head buried as if someone shoved her down there. I tried stopping the stream blinking my eyes faster than butterfly and trying to stop pouting wanting to see rain in the most sunny day I could think of. ...
(I forgot to write that last part, really couldn't even try holding up my pencil straight). All this because of some petty rivalry, I couldn't even finish the story I made up of my victory. All I could think of was where are those two boys. I didn't even bother having an eraser to erase.
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As the people around Malfonz’s building disappeared because of the fights, people were more afraid of the crossfire, than anything that vaccine hadn’t accomplished. They were monsters, unchanging in the wind.
“I can’t be arrogant anymore, you must die, be sent to an eternal prison where there are sunshine and rainbows, you twisted arrogant dumpster of a man, why was it MEE YOU CHOSE TO RUIN THE LIFE OF, I CAN’T SEE MY FAMILY BECAUSE OF YOU YOU PIECE OF SH-”, Fin.
