Infiltration And Retaliation, Story Part 3

"You can begin by doing your job."

"Ummm... my job is for you to tell me what to do."

"HAHA, that is actually funny." I don't know why I laughed at that. It was not that funny. Something about Brian just made me laugh. "Heh. I need to go to the marketplace."

"What for?"

"Clay. May we go there?"

"Why are you asking me?"

"Because, since my father made you my bodyguard, you have control over where I go."

"Hmm... any danger?"

"Not unless you're allergic to animals."

"I guess."

"Let us go then." The marketplace was close to our home, about one block away. Because of this it didn't take long to get there. The marketplace itself is different.

There are about ten blocks of stalls, and there is at least one for everything. Groceries, games, cats, are just some of them. Brian looked a little lost, almost like he had never been there before, but I knew exactly where to go. The art supplies stall. For once Brian was silent, as I walked to the stall. When I got there the owner, Hilda said:

"Katherine, so good to see you. Here to get your clay?" She was a thin, old, woman, but she was sweet and loved her work. I even owned some of the paintings she did.

"Yes ma'am"

"And who's this."

"This is Bagely, he's our butler, and here to help us."

"That's nice. Your clay is five dollars." We traded, I gave her the money, and she gave me the clay. As we walked away she said: "Come back soon."

We kept walking, stopping to look at stalls. When Brian finally said what had on obviously been on his mind.

"What do you need clay for?"

"What do you think?"

"Sculpting."

"Correct."

"Could I see some of your work?"

"... It is private."

"Oh... why don't you trust me."

"I... it is..."

"Forget it that was out of line." but he was right. I didn't trust him, I didn't trust anyone. I think that's why I did what I did next. he said.

"Do you think I could get a book?"

"Do it on your free time."

"But ma'am... I don't get any free time."

"It is a problem, is it not?" Then I just smirked at him and walked ahead. When I looked back he looked hurt, but I... I do not know why I did that. He honestly did not deserve that.

Then someone yelled:

"For the rebellion!"

"Miss get down!" BOOOM!!!!!! I was thrown behind something, there was heat coming from all sides. Then everything was dark.

Infiltration And Retaliation, Story Part 2

"Miss are you ready for your walk." The president and his daughter looked at each other like I had walked in on them with their pants down. Eugh, that came out wrong. They kept talking, but I couldn't hear anything. Finally Kate walked out and I followed. "What was that about?" I asked.

"What was what about."

"That look you gave your dad."

"You're is not to question why, you're is but to do and die. I believe that is what we pay you to do." she flipped her hair out of the way, kinda like she was saying she was better, then she walked ahead

Geez not only did she not like me, but she also quoted poetry at me. Why is everything so freakin' hard? Please tell me it's just a way of learning. I ran to catch up.

"Why do you even need a bodyguard? You're just walking in your manor gardens. Afraid a bug will be packing a revolver?"

"You're is not to question why..."

"Mine is but to do and die. Believe it or not I can quote poetry too. Now can you finally give me a straight answer?"

"No."

"No?"

"No. I could have you freakin' hired for talking to me like this. So if I were you I'd shut up!" She walked ahead and left me behind again. That was kinda scary. I had never heard her talk like that before. I ran to catch up again.

"What was that?"

"Have you not already asked that?"

"You kinda blew up back there. I thought you acted prim and proper and all that."

"Maybe I don't act that way around lowly workers." Ouch. I could almost hear the studio audience going "Oooooooooooo." I really needed to stop there but I didn't.

"Let's start again."

"Let us."

"Well then, I'm Brian, your butler. Is there anything you need me to do Miss...?"

"... Katherine, and I need you to do your job."

"Um... my job is for you to tell me what to do." She laughed, a small laugh but it was a laugh. It was also a start.

Infiltration And Retaliation, Story Part 1

The story began a long time ago, but my small, part started in my father's office. This is where I came in, where I became a player. I had gone to my father's office to ask for... I... I do not remember, but it is not important. When I walked in though, my father had his hands on head. Almost tearing out his hair.

"What's wrong Dad?" I asked? He just looked at me. "I mean, Is anything wrong Father."

"Yes Katie... something is very wrong."

"Is there anything I can do for you?"

"I... I don't think so."

"Do you need to talk about it?"

"... You're a good girl. Do I tell you that enough?"

"Do you want to talk about?"

"... Last night someone hacked into our database and stole some government secrets."

"What kind of secrets?"

"Now Katie, if I told you... they wouldn't be secrets." My father, ever the jokester, but it kinda, I mean though it hurt he didn't want to tell me everything.

"Did they leave anything? Calling cards? Mistakes?"

"A video, here watch." he opened his laptop, clicked a few things, and then a video started to play. A man a appeared on the screen. He was tall, but had this wild look in eye, and a beard that wouldn't let you see his face. Then he started talking.

"Why helloooooo Mister President!!! And greetings from the rebellion!!! Thanks for the info, this is real juicy reading materiel!!! Don't know what I'm going to do with it but hey!!! The message got through to you. But we have another problem!!! You see when I/You/Your Government/not actually me but a small stealth team, nuked The USA I thought that'd be enough to start a World War 3! I was wrong though! You can expect more attacks from me/the rebellion! P.S. I found a US spy in my ranks this morning, I'd watch my back if I were you. Byeeeeeeee!!!"

I looked at my watch, he said that all in twenty seconds. My father just looked at me again.

"I think that just raised more questions, than answers." he said.

"Hmmm, about the spies: The United States said they didn't believe us about the rebellion, how is there spies then?"

"I really don't know. Where else could there be spies."

"Nobody knows."

"Hmm."

"...Um..."

"What is it."

"Why did you just... share all this."

"Because you asked." I gave him a stare that said everything.

"Because I have no one else. No one to talk to. No one to confide in. No one to share the burden of the crown with. Except you."

"How poetic."

"It's true." we were then interrupted by our butler, Bagely.

"Miss..." he said "It's time for your walk."

"I always walk alone."

"You're father said..." I looked at my father.

"It's very dangerous, especially now."

"But what if he's a sp..."

"Just go with him, please. For me."

"Okay." then I walked out followed by Bagely.

Infiltration And Retaliation, Introduction, Part 2

Hi my name is Brian Bagely. I was born in the USA, but I look pretty Hawaiian, tall, dark hair, tan skin, everything. My looks are probably why I'm here in the first place. Though I have a question: how do you get people to trust you?

I'm an agent of the US government, sent over here to spy on this country. They were looking for anyone Hawaiian that wanted to be sent over here, so I joined up. It wasn't like I had anything else to do, but the reason I'm here is completely different.

About a few months ago, we were nuked by this tiny country, which was horrible by itself, but when we ask why. They give us a bull@#$% story about rebels. But of course, what does the US do? Send in the spies! Don't fight back, send in spies! I was recruited and sent in. My cover is the butler (cliche I know) for their president. I know there are others, but I don't know who they are. That's how uninformed we are.

Everything was fine until the idiot posing as a army general, got himself killed. Making them suspect other spies. Making my job a million times harder!

Which brings us back to the question: how people to trust you? Do try to become friends? Save their lives? Give them stuff?

I will say this: there is something going on. Something is happening, rebels or no rebels. Someone is keeping that something a secret though. So how d uncover secrets, when someone watches your every move. How do you get that someone to trust you? And why am I asking so many questions!?

Infiltration And Retaliation, Introduction, Part 1

Who do you trust? That's the question to ask. I'm not talking about which friend to trust with a most guarded secret, but invasion of ones home and who to trust then. Though I'm most likely getting ahead of myself. Let me give you a history lesson.

It is the year 2041, and, though we do not have flying cars, things are different. You see, about nine and a half years ago, oil was found on half of the Hawaiian islands. The United States government wanted to stat drilling, but the people who lived there wouldn't allow it. Instead of giving away the sweet, precious, oil they spilt off, and formed their own government. Making a new country. We lived well for eight year. We were treated well by the other countries, and The United States shared no hard feelings. We traded with other countries, and even built a monorail system that connected the islands. Then one day it all came apart.

On the tenth year a small group of rebels broke into our weapons stock-hold, and launched a missile that destroyed a small town. Twenty-Five-Thousand-Six-Hundred-Eleven died that day. We told The United States president what had happened, and about the rebels. They said they believed us, but evidently they did not. Very recently a high ranking, military general died, and in his wallet we found a United States I.D. tag. This meant he was a spy, and we presume there are more. Maybe they wish to reclaim us as land, or maybe they just want revenge. Which brings us back to the question: who do you trust?

Now before you ask why I am trusting you, I do not, but you are the only one I can talk to. My name is Kate Danvers, I am the daughter of President Mark Danvers, and I have one question: who do you trust? I hope it is you.

Dark Sage

This story might make more sense if you read this
 http://storywritinggroup.blogspot.com/search/label/Agon

Introduction:

I wrote this because I felt I had characters that were thrown together. Characters that should've had a spotlight, but didn't. So this is the first of what I'm calling "Mini-Stories", stories that explore something other than what's going on in the original story. And what better place to start than the Villains!  Villains need origin stories too! Now some of these stories will build to something bigger, some won't. But instead of worrying about that. Sit back, relax, and enjoy.

The Story:

Darkness. I am dead... was dead... why am I not dead?  All I remember is... August Summers. August Summers tearing into me like an animal. Why is it so dark? Why am I not dead?

Suddenly, a plumage of flame rises up. I try to move, nothing. I try to yell, nothing. I don't feel anything, no heat. Why am I not scared? I should be scared, for I know who it is "Satan" I whisper.

The flame starts to twist and twirl at the sound of its name. It takes shape... a head, it takes the shape of a head.

"Yes. I am called by many names..." I didn't say that. It did. "But it is interesting you chose that one." I'm not scared anymore. Somewhere I find courage to speak.

"I am a product of my time."

"But of which time?"

"... I am of many." I'm talking to the devil. Why am I not scared?

"That is exactly why you are here. I shall be blunt. If you confess your sins to me. I will give  you life."

"In exchange for?"

"You humans always want to know the catch. Fine. You will be a soldier in my army."

"An army?"

"An army for the right time."

"And if I choose not to accept?"

"Why do humans have obsessions with details? If you don't accept, your soul rots in the circles of hell. And you my friend, would be in more than one circle."

"If the circles are real, than you already know my sins. Why the need to confess?"

"To confess and accept your sins is to give up your soul. You won't have one when you go back to life. Now, enough questions! You must choose and I would do so wisely,"

"... I... accept."

"Splendid, Feng, apprentice of Long: Master Of Dragons, and Him: Lord of Darkness."

"Was Him one of your soldiers?"

"Explains the lifelessness doesn't it? Yes, that was... until you killed him. I can't bring back a person twice. There's not another soul to work with. Now... Confess already!"

I open my mouth to speak and a rush of cool air comes out. I know what it is.

"It started in... I've forgotten the year. Time has worn down on me for so long it has lost all meaning. My Master, Long, was working on his spell to steal Dragon power. I his apprentice had helped. Long had grown jealous of the Dragons power, and I... had grown jealous of him. One day he reached his goal, the one thing he had worked for all his life. The spell was right there, all one had to do was take it. Then I... I..."

"Justified to yourself that you deserved it more than him. After telling this to yourself you started to believe your own lies. Sad."

"I attacked Long, attempting to steal his work. I failed. Long cast me away, and soon forgot about me. So while he practiced his spell, while I began the search for a new master. It wasn't soon after that I found..."

"Him."

"Yes him, he showed a new magic, one I'd never seen before. Dark Magic, and it was more powerful than Long's craft. I accepted his offer even... even when... even when we practiced on human lives."


"Your first and original major sin."

"...? Once, on a day the Great Wall was being built. I came across  my former master. I watched and hid as he waved his wand and created a new room, within the wall! I continued to watch as he placed half of his very existence in his wand, left it in the wall, and finally, he sealed the entrance. Then he stumbled away, half the man he used to be. I immediately ran over and pushed the brick that granted entrance. There I saw it... Long's wand! Because I had helped to make it, I knew that the spell put the stolen powers into the wand! But as my hand reached to touch what was rightfully mine... a small bolt of electricity leapt out. shocking me. Long had placed spells to protect it. I left, deciding to come back at a better time. That better time as the next day, then the next,... then the next. Each day I came back and each day I got the same results.

Though over the course of those days... I reached a decision. One that drove me to madness... if I wasn't already. I decided to become immortal to wait out the spells. This spell was simple but also powerful dark magic, and all dark magic requires sacrifice. To extend the life of one, others must give theirs. Him was the first to die, 49 others followed."

"You have 51 major sins."

"...? I remembered everyone of them."

"Which just made it harder to cope with."

"I spent the rest of my life working low wage jobs, and visiting the wand every day. Time soon lost all meaning, there were only the moments between the next visit." I hear my self sigh. My tell is over. I hear the words

"Until...?"

"Until August Summers! Who swooped in and took the dragon's power, and with it... the only reason I was immortal. I was furious, raging! I had sacrificed everything... only for this snot nosed kid to take it all! That's when I..."

"Made another decision."

"Yes, I cast a reveal spell on August, found out where he lived and... and..."

"Burned it down. With him and his family inside."

"Yes" I said quietly. "But him and sister lived. His parents..."

"Your 52nd and 53rd major sins."

"But still I wanted to hurt him more. So when I found his sister on the streets, I brought her to live with me. I lied to that poor girl for two years. Just to spite him. Those years were just a blur with another life in it. I never even got to know her. Then one night I confronted Summers and he... he... killed me."

Now I'm finished, I feel... empty. But the devil laughs and I hear him say

"Oh what an entertaining story! Now tell me: why could August kill if you were immortal?"

"I think you know why."

"I want to here it from your mouth."

"Grrrr... the spell only kept me from aging or natural causes.. Being killed by something or someone is different."

"Hmm... guess that spell wasn't very truthfull. Now hold still! The pain will be brief."

"What pa- AUGHHH!" My head explodes with pain! I feel like I'm being torn apart. Then... I'm put back together. The sun... is bright... I am alive."

Gallatian: Cosmic Savior, Epilouge

I knew where I was before I even opened my eyes. Back where I had started. In front of the Creators, but this time they weren't cold and calculating. They seemed warm... and welcoming.

"Welcome..." they said... all at the same time... like last time... it was kind of annoying. "... and congratulations on defeating the Defender."

"What happens now?"

"What do you mean?"

"You're Creators, but it seems you created me for one purpose... what happens now?"

"That all depends."

"Thanks for the straight answer."

"We will answer any other questions. It's the least we can do."

"Alright... for starters: where are we?"

"We are speaking from within your mind."

"I guess that explains why I can talk normal... why do I talk like that?"

"It's a side effect of the auto-translation. Simply put: it makes you easier to translate?"

"Can you fix it?"

"No."

"But you're freaking gods! Why not?"

"We are Creators. That means we also have the weaknesses of creators. If you make a painting, do remake it changing one small detail?"

"No..."

"That's why."

"So what made the Defender go corrupt? Rogue programmer? Nuclear weapons? PURE EVIL!? My god it feel good to talk again!"

"Though your question trailed off. The answer is simple: us."

"What! Are you evil?!"

"No. You see it hurts to create new matter. Every. Time. So when one of our creations creates something... that could very well be the savior of the universe. We tried to use that potential and reprogrammed it. Though it sadly took the messages we gave it the wrong way. Much like you... but you didn't go rogue."

"That answer's not good enough."

"We are not perfect, Jeph."

"You should be. You're gods."

"Even gods aren't perfect."

"Story of my life."

"Now Jeph Wolfman, we have a question for you. Do you wish to die, or to continue as the universal savior?"

"You're giving me a choice."

"Yes. We trust you will do the right thing."

I thought "The right thing. Isn't that what I've been doing? I think so. Why stop now?"then I made the shortest decision ever.

"Yes, I will continue to save your creation."

"As expected. Now you might want to get back to Earth. You are needed."

"Wait needed? Needed for wh..." but the Creators faded away, and I found myself floating in space.

I thought "Earth? what's happening on Earth? Oh my god! All my friends and family. They're on..." and I was off speeding like a bullet. I was needed.