The Button Which Almost Destroyed The World Chapter 3

Chapter 3: Plummet

The white light vanished and he saw the ground. Suddenly, something wet stung his eyes. A strong pressure pushed and decelerated his plummet to the ground. It was much like a water bed except impure hydrogen hydroxide was rushing towards Dyert’s face. He could here liquid blasting at him. Water went in his nostrils and mouth. His vision blurred and faded into darkness.

“Dyert, are you conscious yet?”

Dyert gagged out some water and lifted his eyelids to a nightmarish sight. It was Freddie’s face. He jumped to his fit but yelled in pain. He was able to stand in the end. He was back in front of the busy cinema.

“Fred, what did you do?” Dyert asked anxiously, “Don’t tell me you gave me mouth-to-mouth resuscitation...”

“Hell no.”

“What happened then?”

“You were falling in the darkness. The clouds dispersed when we realised you were missing. Freddie here spotted someone plunging to his doom. Therefore Eliria used her water magic to cushion your fall,” explained Justin.

“Did any of you see any…” he hesitated, “Ninjas?”

They shook there head.

“We did see something though while Eliria looked constipated,” Freddie said as well as teased.

“It looked like a dark fellow. He wore something which shone in the light,” described Justin, “Apart from that, he was too quick to be seen.”

“That was exhausting.”

They turned towards Eliria who finally managed a word out of her lips. Before that, it was only panting. Casting magic can drain a lot of energy out of the body especially for an apprentice and for a long time.

“What happened to your hand?” asked Justin.

“While you all were angrily arguing, I went in that inn to look at the pamphlet but it turned dark and a horde of ninja started attacking me.”

“So, they injure your fist?” predicted Justin.

“No, I punched through the locked window in order to escape,” said Justin, “Yea, I know, that was idiotic.”

Soft sounds of sirens were able to be heard. Sped here were police cars followed by ambulances. The police cars swerved to a halt. Officers slammed the door open, came out and ran into the cinema.

One of them yelled, “Nobody moves. This is a scene of a crime that had just take place in the cinema. We will be asking you all a few questions.”

The tape marked ‘Crime Scene. Do no cross.’ were stretched across the cinema. The doctor from the ambulance treated Dyert’s hand. As he was being treated, a detective approached him and asked him a few questions. The detective was wearing a brown coat buttoned over a grey shirt and he had short, curly, black hair. Every time he tried to find some clues, his hands would be in the air in a specific gesture.

While the strange detective wandered off, the police captain came and sat next to Dyert who was on the bench. He had a moustache and hoarse voice.

“My name is Captain Meyer. I want to ask you a few questions if you don’t mind.”

“Um… I don’t mind at all,” replied Dyert. Obviously he did not mind but the trouble was should he lie or not.

“First I need to know what did you see happen?”

“Um… I went into the motel across the street and everything turned dark. It was chaotic and suddenly something shattered and I was bleeding.”

“It was glass and you really hit it hard,” suddenly intruded the detective. He went back to observing.

“Captain, it was that window he fell from,” barged the detective once more.

“Tell me son, why and how did you survive a fall that high?” interrogated the captain.

“Water magic. That’s why the air is so moist. Water vapour evaporated the water,” explained the detective.

“Mr. Amonk, I was asking the kid here,” he advised the detective to not disturb him.

Then he added, “Was that true about the water?”

Dyert nodded quietly.

“Well, that is all I need to know now, you are free to go.”

He walked to his friends and turn around in curiosity when he saw a stretcher rolled by some people. On it was a body disfigured until it was indescribable.

The events ended there actually. He went home with his wrapped hand, read a book before dinner and then went to sleep at eight. It was quite early compared to his usually sleeping time. Tomorrow, hopefully, would be a brighter day. Dyert can hope all he wants but Fate had already written the scroll of destiny.

He closed his eyes, prayed to God for the first time in his life before his vision turned black. By the time he knew it, (but he wouldn’t) he was in slumber land.

The location looked similar to those fun houses with many mirrors except there were only two mirrors here. Both mirrors were on both sides and they ran parallel to each other. He gazed into the mirror. It was not hypnotising but his curiosity kept him staring. It was not his reflection. It was someone else’s reflection; a younger version of that very person. He glowed with an aura of light and holiness. Dyert turned around gradually. The other side was a reflection with characteristics conflicting the other one. He had an atmosphere of evil and darkness. Both of them looked familiar yet he couldn’t put his finger on it. Abruptly, the room vanished. He was in emptiness. There were no sounds, light or air. He screamed nothing. He saw nothing. He breathed nothing. He felt nothing. It was terrifying.

He screamed and screamed and he woke up screaming. School was the first thing that came to his mind. He leapt to the floor and felling on his face. That jogged his memory. There was no school due to yesterday’s incident. It was going to be an extremely long day.

“Master Brickstan, are you awake?” beeped the intercom.

That voice belonged to none other than the butler.

“Yes, I am,” he pressed the red button and spoke through the microphone.

“Your school bag just arrived, sir. It’s outside of your door.”

“Thank you, Alfler.”

Brickstan was his foster parents’ family name but he preferred Xavier. Truthfully, he never saw his parents before. His driver was the one who picked him from the foster home. His butler was the one who showed him around and told him everything he needed to know. There were no family portraits on the walls. Not even their voices he had heard. The only thing Dyert saw of his parents was their shadow. From their shadow, he made out that his parents were not big size, but tall and thin.

He took out an outdated CD walkman and placed the headphones to his ears. It was a birthday present from Freddie who gave it to him yesterday. Freddie was the king of smuggling. If you need answers to a workbook or a pirated game, he will have it.

His birthday present was a group thing. Eliria got him CD’s and Justin got him batteries. Fortunately for him, his bag made it through the earthquake. Dyert got out an album from his backpack. The album was called ‘The Truth’ by Dark Fox. The band was created in the year 2018. He placed the CD in the circular walkman and pressed the triangular button with indicated ‘play’. He glanced at the back of the CD cover and checked the name of the first track. It was called ‘Song of Nostalgia’ and it had a catchy tune and meaningful lyrics.

Words of the past, lyrics of history,
Song I have heard, playing repeatedly,
And monotonously, I sing along,
Following this rhythm, singing this song.

The peaceful rock song flowing through Dyert’s ears as he closed his eyes and dreamt. The rhythmic and coordinated instruments were playing hard yet soothing. The fast paced opening guitar solo followed by the beating drums.

Soundtrack of a movie, made in my head,
Movie imagined, starting to fade,
The theme song has vanished, and so have you,
A memory, a dream never come true.

This song made Dyert think. It made him think about his life. It almost ended a couple of times in this week. There was no particular reason to it or maybe one which he was unable to see at this very moment.

Life is a lie, and love is fictional,
Death comes closer, nothing's perpetual,
Time will go on, if that's what you believe,
This song will stay on, it just would not leave.

How true, Dyert thought, I can’t see why my life must suck so badly. And love. Love was a word only used to gain trust.

The tune I keep humming, stuck in my mind,
The meaning of it, I just could not find,
The events had happened, nothing's the same,
Song of nostalgia, that's the poesy's name.

Rest of the day however was pretty boring. That CD would only last him three quarter of an hour. He spent most of his time practicing his biking skills like wheelies and such.

A month had passed and there were no progress to the renovation of the school. Dyert had marked the calendar day by day. It was the big event and he had to get ready. All this while Dyert had been self practicing and self training for this competition. He had a marathon from his room to the car ready on the driveway as he was supposed to get ready half an hour ago. In between, he grabbed his breakfast that was on his plate as he passed the dining room. It was just toast with butter, enough for Dyert. He munched his limousine; a Jaguar XZ, the latest of the models. He gave the driver the map and the driver drove him to the location. The location really existed and it was a turnout. He made it on time and there were already many people there. The event was held in a stadium in Galingston Road. It wasn’t a big stadium but an average size one. He got out of his transportation and ran into the arena.

“Excuse me, sir,” he asked the first person he saw, “Um… do you know who is in charge of this competition?”

“You’re looking at him.”

“Oh, I was wondering if I could register for the competition.”

“What’s your name kid?”

“Dyert Xavier.”

“Dyert, I’m sorry. You should have thought about that two weeks ago.”

“Oh, ok.”

Dyert bowed his head and walked out disappointed. As he walked away, the manager approached his employee Dyert was talking to.

“What just happened?” asked the manager.

“Some kid just wanted to join the competition.”

“Did you get his name?”

“I think it was Dirt Saviour.”

“You mean Dyert Xavier.”

“Yes, that was his name.”

“You’re an idiot. Do you even know who he is?”

“Should I?”

“He’s that kid who the Brickstan adopted. Y’know that kid whose parents got killed by the general.”

“Oh,” his employee said with a satisfied voice as he finally understood, “That kid.”

“What are you waiting for? Get him back here.”

He ran as fast as he could. Dyert opened the door of his limousine. Time dramatically slowed down for the employee. He avoided as many people as he could.

“Dyert!” he called out but Dyert did not hear him. He was able to get to Dyert told him the good news. Dyert did not get to thank the manager as he was not to be found. He registered in his details. He had to get ready for the competition so he rushed to the changing room and changed into his white martial arts robe. He tied the belt around his waist and the headband around his forehead. He was the last one in the challenge sheet. He was up against a girl from a school after seven other rounds. Each round was estimated twenty minutes so it was a hundred and forty minutes which is two hour and twenty minutes.

They were called to meet outside of their changing room and there was a short briefing. They were allowed to sit or stand, whichever they preferred, and watch the competition. Dyert decided to meet his opponent and wish her good luck. However, their conversation did not turn out what Dyert had thought.

“Um, hey, are you Angela?” asked Dyert.

“Yes, I am,” she replied with a sweet voice, “And who are you?”

Angela looked sweet and innocent. The word ‘looked’ shall be emphasised. Her appeared could deceive anyone to thinking that she would have belonged to the ‘popular’ group; the group which are afraid of getting their nails broken or make up ruin. She was slim and beautiful.

“I’m Dyert,” he introduced, “I’m going to be your opponent. Um, good luck I guess.”

“Good luck to you too. And you’ll need it when I begin to pulverise your little body on the ground. Don’t cry ‘cause I have already warned you,” she said with a smile on her face.

“Um… thanks…” Dyert slowly backed away and walked far away from her.

The first match was about to begin. The two competitors were ready on the mat in their poses. What will happen next was unknown to Dyert as it was his first time in this competition. He had never heard of a stealth martial arts competition where magic was allowed to be used.

Ding went the bell and both competitors moved rapidly. The one wearing black dissipated in the shadows and the one wearing blue was moving as fast as the wind. So, what was the objective of this and how do you win? Dyert thought.

The objective is to pin the opponent to the ground but first, he or she must be found and second, he or she must be on the ground. The competitors may use any way he wishes but no weapons involved. They may use the whole arena; climb on the ceiling or even on the metal supports. There will be a few obstacle of the match was taking to long.

Dyert would finally have his chance to try his ninja skills. Freddie found it annoying, Eliria was a… girl and Justin was just Justin. After watching all the seven matches and learning new interesting techniques, it was Dyert’s turn.

He stepped up on the blue soft flat mat. His opponent Angela was in front of him.

“Shake hands and bow,” ordered the referee in black and white.

They both extended their arms and both of their hands met. Dyert held her hand and shook it in a friendly matter. Angela, on the other hand, was doing a death grip which left Dyert’s hand in pain momentarily. They both lower their heads and bent their chest in a bow.

Ding went the bell once more and the match began. She was gone. Dyert stood there, spinning around as he tried to find her. He closed his eyes and heard something come by. There were silent footsteps. He moved to the right and felt a gust of wind created by fast moving objects. She had missed him. Dyert ran to the wall. He was running towards the wall. He had no idea why but his instinct kicked in. He placed his left foot then right foot and kicked off the wall in an air back flip and landed on his feet. In front of him, stood Angela who slammed into the wall. Dyert regained balance and tried to sweep her feet but she leapt and vanished once more. He turned around and decided to run towards the other wall. He dashed and picked up speed. As he approached the wall, he placed his right foot and left foot then repeated the steps. He was walking on the wall subconsciously by instinct. He came to his senses and slipped. He fell but managed to grab around beam with his hands. Wow, he thought, I didn’t know I could do that. Up here, there were many beams. It was like a high-rose arena where once slip and down to the ground. He saw a shadow above him. It resembled Angela and she had a grin on her face. Dyert felt something pressing on his finger; a painful pressure. His first hand let go. It still had the impression of her foot. He quickly recovered and held back on. He swung himself as she stepped on his finger. He lifted his legs and held on like how apes do. He slowly contracted himself by bring his hands closer to his legs and expanded by moving his legs away. He did this motion as fast as his could to get away from her. He swiftly managed himself on the beam.

Phew, that was close he thought. His feet were in a line, balancing on the metal beam. His opponent was doing the same in front of him. The announcer said something but Dyert’s focus blocked any sound going in his ear. Though, he got a glimpse of the phrase ‘Ten minutes had already gone’. Angela let out a powerful jab at Dyert who scraped him by the shoulder. That little motion was enough to unbalance him. Dyert decided to take a risk. He advanced and let out a quick punch but missed. It was Angela’s opportunity to attack. She swiftly axe-kicked Dyert’s upper body and her foot slammed into the side of his head. He grabbed on a support holding the girder just as he slipped of the beam. His sweat decreased friction and made it harder for him. Oh great, another fall, Dyert thought. He was lucky Angela did nothing. She was just waiting for him to defeat himself. It took quite a while which seemed like an hour to Dyert. Angela gave up. Dyert had more stamina than she had thought so she chopped his hands with hers. The pain was unbearable. Dyert let go and took the plummet. Time went by quite fast. The next thing he knew he was standing on his feet.

“Unbelievable, he landed on his two feet,” announced the commentator.

Wait a minute, Dyert thought, how did I do that? The fall was three or four times his height and he was on his feet without any pressure on his foot. It went against all the theories he learned during Physics lessons a few years ago. (Note: There were no more Physics classes)

He stood there amazed. His thoughts stammered. He was confused.

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Ok, here's the update. Comment. I'll type more but Monk is on.

Slumberland

Okay, it's hard for me to complete chapter three (200 more words) tonight as I need my sleep too and I have school tomorrow and I do not want to suffer during the day. It would 100% be done tomorrow but today, I leave you with my elf. (click for enlargement)

And a poem.

First Letter

Have you ever thought of this?
Open your eyes so you won’t miss,
Patiently waiting for it to happen,
Everything’s gone, everything’s taken.

Like it or not you are here,
Inside of you everything to fear,
Fright and terror swallow you whole,
Everything lies, even your soul.

Wish something happened to you?
All this time something to do,
Intentionally, you stand there still,
Till you become sick and ill.

Take it quickly or you’ll pay,
In one moment a new day,
Many moments already vanished,
Everything wasted, everything’s finished.

Gun at your head, finger at trigger,
Everyday is taking forever,
Nothing’s useful, finger and motions,
Even bullets are healing potions.

The Button Which Almost Destroyed The World Chapter 2

Chapter 2: Hide-and-Seek

His surroundings were not moving at all. Dyert was the only one who quaked. Gradually the whole room was trembling. Stationery fell off the table and the wall clock shattered on the ground. There were screaming female students and terrified male students. They were doing what they had been told to which was hide under the table. Dyert realised something; no one outside of the classroom were frightened. He could not hear anyone yelling beyond the door. Even though the class was noisy and the rumbling noises of the earth made it worst, he knew that no one else in this school apart from this classroom was feeling the shake. He needed to do something as the vibrating ground would not cease.

He stood up and headed for the door while trying to avoid any falling objects. The ceiling was cracking but at snail’s pace. He made an effort to keep away from the students who were still running around in the room with fear. He grabbed the knob, twisted it and pull. He was finally out and it had no tremors; just as he thought. Just when he was comforted that he was on motionless ground, it began to shake.

He ran in the hallway as far as he can but it earthquake tried to keep up. Being chased by shaking ground was kind of weird. Bystanders looked at him awkwardly but before they could ask, they found the reason out for themselves.

While he was running, something from the distance caught his attention. It was a poster with the title ‘Stealth Martial Arts Competition’ pinned to a board. It was strange since that there are rarely these types of martial arts competition. He glimpsed to the back. The floor was splitting into two and the crack was catching up to him. He ran up to the notice and tore the poster out of the board. That killed some of his precious time and every millisecond counted if he had to escape from this sticky situation. The fissure divided into two. It arced around and ahead of him. Then it became one once more, continuing ripping the hallway.

Dyert stopped. He was standing on a piece of cemented ground which was in the middle of a moat of emptiness. The floor rumbled further and the gaps around Dyert were much larger and more cavernous. Small pieces of his area fell into the cracks. He wondered how deep it was. He could try jumping to save himself or plummet down to his death. The ground deceased its shaking. The sound of terror deceased too. He glanced back and saw the students emerging from the classrooms. Some were clutching their heads; others had the relieved expression written on their faces. Dyert, on the other hand, had his brain shifted to ‘work’. He placed his foot back but the ground became unbalance.

He hoped this idea he brainstormed would not kill him. He put his plan into action. He stepped back, causing the unbalanced piece of ground to slant. He ran and with his quick reflexes, he leapt. He knew he would make it… he thought he could make it… he hoped he could made it. Unfortunately, he underestimated. His body slammed against the wall of the hole and his hands immediately grabbed on the cliff of the ground. He pushed himself up with the remaining energy he had but a sweaty hand slipped. He was dangling; holding on his life. He peeked upwards. It was an open hand. Dyert grabbed it and he was pulled up before the other hand slipped.

“Thanks…” he took a look at his mysterious rescuer, “JC.”

Justin Chow was said to have been the father of the Mysterious One yet he denied it. Proof was nowhere to be found as no one has seen his parents. However, following the description of the Mysterious One in Dyert’s book and Justin, they had similar attributes. For example, they mutter gibberish, carry a pocket knife around and have minds like an enigma. On the brighter side, Justin sounded saner than the Mysterious One portrayed in the book. Though, books exaggerate and twist the truth from the original events. He was tall and thin with jet-black hair.

Justin pulled Dyert out of the sticky situation and brought him away from the danger.

“What were you doing here? I mean, there’s a big hole between this part of school and the other parts of school which includes the classrooms. Aren’t you supposed to me in class?” asked Dyert.

“Just getting stuff from my locker,” Justin eyed Dyert carefully, “How about you?”

“Running,” he replied.

“Ah, I see.”

The students and teachers dashed out of their classrooms to the hallway only to realise that there was a big separation between their side and the exit of the school. The lockers were damaged but not all of them. Some were cracked and some were dent. The walls were fractured and the ceiling was raining dust from the broken pieces of cement. The double door was shattered. Outside was terrible as well. From a distance, it just looked messy. Up close, there were a lot of jagged lands and holes. Trees fell and bushes ripped. Leaves and pieces of papers blanketed the area. The flagpole was slanting.

Dyert and Justin went outside to have a look. They tried to avoid falling into the fissures. Passer-bys were stood out of the gates of the school, staring at the disaster. Apparently, only the school and some areas outside of the compound felt the shake. The building looked fine on the outside except for a few cracks in the peachy white walls.

“So how are they going to come out?” questioned Dyert.

“What?” Justin broke out of his concentration, “Well, there’s still the back exit and emergency exits.”

“You think a school like this would have such a thing?”

“Of course they do. All schools have one. Sheesh,” Justin explained with exasperation. By then, Dyert had diverted away from his lecture and grabbed the poster, which he snatched, from his pocket.

“What’s that?” enquired Justin.

“Stealth martial arts competition.”

“Ah, intriguing. And you are planning to participate?”

“Yup, once I find out where in heck is this place.”

“Number 22120201514, Galingston Road. I’ve never heard of it.”

“Hmm, strange. It’s only next month so I have time to get more info on it.”

Their conversation carried on until the students and their friends came out of the ruin. The speakers around the school came on. Principal Bob the Third (or Mr Bob for short) announced that there would not be school for a week and letters would be sent out for further details. Later came the finale where gravity helped destroy one of the speakers hang on the pillar. It went out in sparks and the crowd cheered. That was one eventful afternoon for Dyert. The day was still young.

Dyert and his group of friends went to the ‘Cauldron o’ Magic’, a café in the walls of an alley. It had a history too; in fact a book on it. It had dormant wormholes which were used before. They are similar like portals except less dangerous and only to one location. They look like little craters on the walls but one can be stretched to the side of the whole wall which is 10 feet maximum in height.

Dyert, Justin, Freddie and their last companion in the inner circle was Eliria Wasser.

Eliria was the only mage among the four of them and was one out of eight of the only mages who went to Taswin High. Her specialty was water and that could be seen in her family name as Wasser means ‘water’ in German. However, she was not from Germany. In fact, her generations were not exactly on a continent known to the non-magical society. It is known but it has not been discovered. Ever heard of Atlantis? Apparently they aren’t mermaids and mermen anymore. Evolution took place and they are more human than mermaids nowadays. Though, there were still mermaids. Never asked an Atlantean what had happened to their continent. Just think of it as ‘misplaced’.

They were sitting around a round table, sipping on their drinks. Justin had coke with a hint of alcohol he added, Eliria had water while Dyert and Freddie had plain coke. They were having a conversation on the latest gadget that had been created.

Compact Disks were old; there was a new secondary storage called Compact Everything invented. It fitted in drives and it was an mp5 on its own. It was circular with no centre hole and it was actually a screen on the behind or speaker if music was burnt onto it.

Time went on since 2006 but some things that existed out of time still haven’t changed a bit. Fate, for example, is still sitting in her library, at her table, writing the events of the world. The Grim Reaper too is busy collecting more souls which have escaped their host. They were (past tense if you follow the Earth time zone) currently in the same room discussing about the future.

“How’s the future for our little green people?” the Grim Reaper spoke in a deep, monotonous, hollow voice.

“After the plague wears off, the five of them will rebuild the city,” Fate spoke in a sweet voice. Fate was quite hard to describe. She was all glowing white; her gown, hair, everything.

“However…” she added with a lower, more depressing voice, “Earth is not doing too well.”

“How so?” he asked emotionless.

“I am not allowed to tell you that. Though, it involved another young boy.”

“Kids these days are insane, aren’t they? I mean, the last person who almost had many lives endangered was a kid.”

“Time will come when you have to collect these souls,” Fate handed the Grim Reaper a list of names with dates next to them.

“What do you know about time? There is no time here.”

After forty-five minutes of chattering, Dyert and his friends got up and headed for some time-consuming entertainment to kill their time. It was only two in the afternoon and there wouldn’t be school tomorrow so there was no need for the completion of homework. Dyert’s parents would not mind too. The more Dyert was out, the happier his parents would be as there wouldn’t be an annoying pest around them. The only ones with stern parents were Eliria and Justin. Being a girl and the only girl in the family, Eliria’s parents were harsh on her because they care. Justin, on the other hand, just had mean parents who made tight rules. Another one of the Mysterious One’s characteristic and another reason to assume that Justin’s father is the Mysterious One.

They headed for the cinema just down the street. This cinema was an old one and it looked like the one on television. It had a big neon light sign on the top glaring ‘Nextron Cinema’. Posters hung on the walls around the cinema. In the middle was the ticket booth as well as the support for the ceiling. There had been many nostalgic events that happened here before and Dyert was lucky enough to witness it. He sighed as flashbacks passed his head and stood there in the state of unconsciousness. This would go on every time

Ideas for movies had been decreasing as the year went by. More book-based movies were coming out and more animated, talking, personified animals. On the brighter side, Wishworld the Movie was coming out. They had been working on it for five years and they had a long break during the war. However, that was hard to believe since the book was released only two years ago. Apparently it would be an IMAX 3D movie. After magic came to the world, production boosted by four hundred percent and as a Christmas present, they would be releasing it at 0.00GMT on the 25th December 2020.

Apart from that, there had been new warning labels for movie. For example, the sign for ‘Monsters from Pockets’ which read “Warning: Weak minds may suffer epilepsy, seizures and various headaches.”

“Let’s watch ‘God Gave Gill Goats’,” suggested Freddie. Those new movies had weird titles. It supposes to double meaning to it or hidden messages which is like a clue teaser thing.

“Um…” Dyert stammered as he counted the amount of money he had twice, “I don’t think I have enough.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll cover it for you,” replied Freddie who already had enough in his hands.

They left in the middle of the movie. It was a real waste of four dollar. The movie was boring, worst than the sequel of that animated chicken movie which did some freaky dance.

“What shall we do now?” asked Justin, “I have…”

The fingers of Justin moved in a wave-like motion before he said, “10800 more minutes before I have to return home.”

“There’s the bowling alley,” suggested Freddie.

“The last time we were there, we had been thrown out,” reminded Eliria. The three of them turned their head towards Freddie.

“What? It was not my fault. I didn’t know that I could spit flaming saliva,” he argued.

“You don’t know anything,” Dyert said, “Besides; we did advise you to go home and rest. However, you were too stubborn.”

“Are you still in debt?” questioned Justin. Dyert was looking around, trying to get involved in the heated disagreement. One was because they were yelling out embarrassing moments right outside a crowded cinema. The other reason was that he had too many things on his mind.

He glanced around his area as if it was new to him. There was a motel across the road. A thought came to his head. This type of places should have pamphlets for foreigners. Dyert sneaked across the street after looking both sides of the roads. It was barren. He turned back once he was on the other side. No one noticed his absence. He pushed the motel’s glass door and a bell rang. The people inside stopped doing what they were doing and took a glimpse of him. They then continued doing what they were doing. It was really freaky. Though, fortunately for Dyert, at his very left was a shelf filled with brochures on Seemsides. He approached and took one, immediately flipping it open. It did not have what he wanted. He went through the seventh book and he was still empty handed. As he was about to leave, he decided to check the one last book. He opened the book and on the page he opened to, he found the place he wanted. There it was, Galingston Road.

Unexpectedly, the earth shook. The first thing that came to his mind was “Another earthquake?!”

However, blackness was the only thing to be seen outside the glass door and the quake stopped. Dyert tried to open the door but there was no use. The door burst inwards. Some humans who looked like ninjas jumped into the room.

Through the cloth around his mouth, he muffled, “Anyone here by the surname of Xavier?”

It was dark and he was hoping no one spotted him as he went up the stairs.

“Who’s Xavier?” yelled one of the many people in the motel.

“A kid,” he answered.

“There was one here,” said a hoarse voice.

Dyert did not want to see what was happening down there. He was wanted so obviously he would run away to hide in fear.

The first floor of the motel was dark. He hid behind the crate when he heard some swoosh sounds. He leaned against a crate of some sort but when he moved, the floor creaked. Something slammed into the crate and the impact pushed it towards him. He was wondering to run or not and he only had a split-second to make up his mind. ‘Run’ he decided and so he did so. Something jumped in his way as he dashed through a corridor. He spun to his right and tried going through there but he head butted someone instead. Torpor caused him to lose his balance. He was lucky though. Before it could catch him, he backed away.

He took turns, opened doors and slammed objects. Finally he found the stairs going up by tripping on it. He took the stairs to the next floor. He was panting by his predator were not. They were already a floor ahead of him. He ran till there were no floors left. He groped around for the doorknob and entered the room on the top floor. It was not as dark as downstairs. There was light but dim. There was a closed window. He ran towards it but it was locked. The door shattered into splinters. The room hazed with clouds of dust. Silhouettes could be seen. Dyert panicked and instead of unlocking the window, he punched he fist through the glass and opened it. His hand was covered with red.

“Dyert, we’re here for you,” spook the first one. If not mistaken, he might have been the leader.

“What do you want?” Dyert asked with a half stammering voice, “Is it about the button?”

“What are you talking about? We’re only here for you. Nothing else. No one else.”

They took a step forward. Dyert tried to step back but he was already at the wall. His blood dripped on the floor.

“Why do you want me?”

“It’s an assignment.”

“To kill me?”

“That is confidential.”

The ninjas took out their daggers in both hands, waiting for the signal. They were giving him a chance to find a way out. The leader lifted his hand. Five fingers were up. One dropped, followed by another and another and another. There was one more left. Down went the last finger and in came flying knives. Dyert jumped through the window but one of the knife slashed a bit of his bleeding knuckles. He was looking down below, at the ground, as the wind rushed through his hair. He tried to yell but he was voiceless. Chemical reaction kicked in and he was seeing a bright light even though it was dark outside for some odd reason. It’s over he thought it’s all over.

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Examinations over. Chapter 3 will be out before school starts, by next week.

Map Of A Pirate

Yes, there's some clues that are hidden in the story of mine. Look at the names and numbers. They are easter eggs.

My poetic mind isnt functioning well today. In conclusion, I have no poems for you. Maybe I'll update this at around 12.00 with a poem when my mind works once more.

Updated

Song of Nostalgia

Words of the past, lyrics of history,
Song I have heard, playing repeatedly,
And monotonously, I sing along,
Following this rhythm, singing this song.

Soundtrack of a movie, made in my head,
Movie imagined, starting to fade,
The theme song has vanished, and so have you,
A memory, a dream never come true.

Life is a lie, and love is fictional,
Death comes closer, nothing's perpetual,
Time will go on, if that's what you believe,
This song will stay on, it just would not leave.

The tune I keep humming, stuck in my mind,
The meaning of it, I just could not find,
The events had happened, nothing's the same,
Song of nostalgia, that's the poesy's name.

Another sonnet-like poetry written with a headache trobbing. The meaning of it? That's your opinion