Samuel

Rewrite

Tue, 03 Jul 2007 17:00:20 GMT

I'm going to write another beginning for the story. Personally, I thought it was awful. God awful. So bad, I think if I gave it enough time, God would teleport into my house and say "W-T-F is that?!". I think it looked like it was made by a eleven-year-old who watches to many action movies and kiddy cartoons. I'm gonna try to take a more serious tone to it. I'm also gonna make it less simple than the "watch over kid, kids a brat, kid gets kidnapped, rescue kid, kid is friend" sort of plot, seems to two dimensional to me (if I ruined the plot for you, don't worry, you didn't miss much). I'm gonna' start working on it now (which isn't very fortunate because I don't have Word >_<). Also, sorry about not logging on to my journal for while. For those few of you who still remember me, I'm trying to get back into writing. I'm also gonna try to improve my journal look. Anyway, what's been going on with you guys? I haven't seen all you in so long, I want to hear all about it!

Just incase someone was curious, here's what I've been doing:

Meeting Stacy
Meeting Tito
Meeting Sahass
Meeting Matt
Thinking over ideas for Gate that never actually made it to paper
Reading Airborn
Breaking up with my girlfriend
Still kind of keeping in touch with said girlfriend
Making a list of things before I die
Trying to read Vellum
Putting down Vellum becuase it was to confusing
Reading Clockwork Orange
Playing Neverwinter Nights 2
Doing yer mum
Finding my MP3
Beating Shivering Isles
Going Swimming
Doin' yer dhad
Being depress-ed
Going miniture golfing
Writing this message on LJ

Looking for cookies-I mean an RP partner!

Sun, 01 Jul 2007 17:09:11 GMT

Name: Stephen
Style: Third person, one-on-one, possibly with multiple characters at once
Format: AIM, Journal

Favorite Genre: Original, modern/science fiction, past/science fiction

Plays: Just original, but I'll adjust if you ask

Fan Settings: I'm big on most anime settings, along with some fantasy (particularly connected to D&D), some future (only about 10, maybe 20 years) and past going to about 200 years

Favorite Theme / Concept: Politics, Social Struggle, Un/Successful (if disfunctional) romances/relationships, Troubles with age (youth or seniority), Psychology in general, relations with conflicts

Rate your play: PG through NC-17, possibly PWP if it actually advances the plot

Would you play ...
- yaoi? Haven't tried, but willing
- yuri? Also haven't tried, but still willing
- a death scene? Yes
- a villian? I'll do the best I can
- an otherwise controverisal character? No, no, no...well, maybe...yeah, why the hell not?
- multiple characters? I guess you should ask the other guys. Huh? Oh, they say it's fine. They also wanted to ask if your gonna bring snacks. No? Suurrrre? Fine, whatever. *mumbles* And I was gonna bring some cake for jerk like you *mumble*.

Peeves: I think the thing I hate the most is loop holes. Call me kind of anal, but when something doesn't make any sense whatsoever with no hope of ever doing so, it just doesn't feel like reality (used loosely). The usual spelling and grammar errors can get annoying, but the small, random ones are fine.

Adores: Characters out of the "norm". I mean, I'm sure there are many nice, well-put into backgrounds for angsty, unknowning teens and young adults, but I like to see something different (not that there aren't characters like that; I just get to much of them). I also like subtext, especially if the text is quite simple. I also have an interest in mature characters, though immature characters might be nice, if they played in a mature way.

Interested in: Well, I would like something long term. I leave it up to you to decide how long that is, exactly. A short fling could be fun, but not as filling as one that is built apon. I sometimes write fable-like stories (at least the moral part), so I apologize if I do so and you don't find an great interest in it, and I will try to cut down.

Sample: The man sat in the middle of the bench, people passing him by constantly. He was scruffy looking; unkempt, unshaven, looking to have not bathed in weeks (the smell apparent from the way people swerved around him like they were just walking around a sort of barrier). People would ignore him, take pity on him, or just stare at him with prejudice, though hidden, as it is often in the city. Many would just dismiss him as homeless, a hobo, a tramp, a bum. Little did those onlookers realize, this man was perhaps more important than what they, in unison, had, are and will accomplish in their entire lives.

AIM: Inhumanite

Yahoo mail: meriles_stephen

Comments: I live in the eastern time zone and I'm usually on in the morning or afternoon, night occasionally. I'm a little rusty, but I have about 3 years of experience. I usually play males, but have some experience with the other gender.

Introduction, Part 2

Sat, 21 Oct 2006 15:37:02 GMT

Hey guys, after like a month of working (2 1/2 weeks of acutal work), I have finished the short awaited part 2 to the Gate story.

Introduction, Part 2

Smoke comes from where the explosion came from, with Sam, Grace and Arthur nowhere in site. It seems that just one explosion has made them into a smoldering memory of Alex’s last hope…

The smoke clears a bit more, revealing a vague, tall figure with no features. The tall figure is a large, featureless rectangular object made from iron and sandstone, worn and damaged from the blast. A flash comes from near the base of the figure, shining brilliantly with a blue hue. The flash disappears, revealing a large, ornate door of marble and steel. The door opens, the banged up three coming out.

The Grace puts her finger in her ear, trying to get the hearing beck in her ear while Arthur rubs his head to get rid of his headache. Sam gets up, eyes squinted and head turning, looking for Alex.

“Where’s Alex?” Sam thought.

His eyes widened from shock. Alex was gone. Could he have been killed in the explosion? No, he could not have, he would have been behind the shield. Could someone have taken him? Yes, that had to be it; it explains why they need the explosion.

Sam pulls his allies up, getting them on their feet.

“Get up, someone took the kid!” Sam says to the two.

“Oh Shit!” Grace cursed.

“Did you see who took him?” Arthur asked.

“No, I didn’t notice anything until the explosion was over” Sam explained to the two.

This was bad. Not only would they not get paid and Alex be dead, but this would be on their record for any job they took from anyone, like a scar that would never fade.

“Let’s go!” Sam said, sprinting forward.

Arthur tugged on his shirt, not enough to stop him, but to imply that he had to.

“Go where? You said you didn’t hear anything!” Arthur said.

“I’m guessing you didn’t hear anything either, did you” Grace asked.

Sam grunted. They were right. He didn’t know where to go. Whoever took Alex made no sound and was not seen, meaning he could have come from anywhere.

Sam made a disgruntled look, thinking that it would have taken hours to look for Alex with no direction.

He then realized something.

“The bomb!” Sam said to the two.

“Yeah, I think I’ve gone deaf in one ear because of it. What about it?” Grace asked.

Arthur looked in interest, trying to figure out what Sam had already.

“It came from that way, I heard the clanking!” Sam said, pointing to his left.

“How could you be sure? We were shaken up to much.” Arthur said, over looking his idea.

“No, I remember exactly how I moved, it came that way” Sam said.

“Well, let’s get our asses in gear, come on!” Grace said moving ahead of them. The others fallowed.

Reaton, Zuhari and Raq’shear on run down the hallway, wounded. Just then, a figure appears in front of them, shadowy and mysterious.

It is a woman, covered in shadows and black clothing. She then changes into another woman, more modernly dressed. She wears a tight jumpsuit with an open back, black in color and a white, effeminate faceplate. Her skin is ghastly pale, similar to it being in a blizzard storm and she something simply seems unnatural about her. Raven hair reaches her shoulders.

She looks at the three, giving off a chuckle. She takes out a gun and aims it at Sam, shooting.

The screen switches to behind the bullet, Sam looks in shock, as the bullet is sheer inches away from him.

Arthur gets in the way, his right arm in front. The bullet hits his arm, deflected and making a ping.

“Go” Arthur says to Sam and Grace.

They run behind the woman. She turns away from Arthur, intent on shooting his companions.

She puts the gun in front of her face, her eye aligned with the scope.

“Hmm” She says. We see her hand on the trigger, getting ready to pull it. “Say goodbye!” she tells Sam and Grace, pulling the trigger. Arthur claps his hands and puts them on the ground. The ground rumbles and warps beneath them, the woman being shaken. The shot goes stray. He grabs her arm and pulls it toward the floor. He flips her over his shoulders. She somersaults and lands on her hand, her gun forward and, intent on using it.

Grace and Sam walk down the hallway, trying to find Alex and hoping Arthur can keep his life.

“Duck!” Grace yells out, pushing him down.

Just then, a rocket shoots out, just above their heads.

A large machine in humanoid form, loads a rocket into a canon mounted on its shoulders. It looks bulky, having heavy armor plates on its torso and arms, with legs that appears to be covered in marking and symbols. The machines head is covered by three masks on three different sides, each white in color, and the rest of the head covered by a helmet. With the exception of the masks, its dark gray from top to bottom.

It shoots a rocket at Sam and Grace, who roll over to a piece of ruined steel pillar. Sam and Grace put themselves as close as they can to the pillar, the blast only 10 feet from them. They cover their faces, impossibly hoping not to be seen and to be protected. They put their arms down as the explosion then dies down to a smoke.

Grace turns to Sam. “Go get the kid, I’ll distract it!” She says. Sam nods, running to the left.

Sam runs as fast as he can from the scene, trying to avoid any attention from the machine. However, a great effort, the machine spots him nonetheless, aiming two inbuilt machine guns in its upper back.

Machine gun bullets blast out. Sam winces as he is shot by the bullets in the leg, slowing his position by a mix of physical disability and pain.

The machines head turns, trying to find other targets before it decides that Sam’s fate is to be in his hands that second. The inbuilt machine guns turn ever so smoothly. It then lifts its rocket launcher, getting ready to shoot. The machine turns around, like a cruel and brutal juggernaut, ready to take Sam’s life like so many others.

Just then, a number of machine gun bullets from the side hit machines head. As the bullets hit its head, it begins to dent and brake apart, so much that one face is half way destroyed. The missing parts reveal a camera where the eye was, along with other mechanical parts.

The machine turns one its head, staring at Grace, who has a two-handed gun in her hand, with a less damaged faceplate. It turns around to her, forgetting about Sam and wishing to get the annoyance out of its way. The machine then changes to a similar version, only made of crude iron and with a small ballista on its shoulder. The machine shoots a flaming bolt at Zuhari, the scene stopping there.

We then see Sam, staggering toward in a hallway. From the expression on his face, you could see that he is suffering from anxiety, exaltation and blood loss. He is just about to lose conciseness when he sees a large room with Alex, pale and terrified, in it, tied to a chair.

He walks closer to him, trying to him, untie him from the chair and help his allies. From the back, a knife comes to Sam’s head with sheer force. Just as the knife is about to hit, Sam grabs a piece of paper from his pocket puts it in front of the knife. The knife is deflected off, though it slices the skin of the fingers of Sam.

From the force of the knife hitting the paper, Sam then tumbles to another side of the room. He then holds his fingers and winces as he tries to hold the blood in. Alex looks at him, worried to tears about Sam but nauseated by the sight of the blood coming out. The assailant, dressed in a black leather combat outfit, black ski mask and white masculine faceplate, lunges at Sam with deadly force. Sam tumbles to the left as the blow misses. The man lunges again.

Arthur runs backward, gunshots blazing through the stairwell. Arthur claps his hands and puts them on the floor, a flash coming from the area. A wall of stone comes from the stone halfway through the case. Arthur runs up the stairs, quickly. The shadowy woman appears out of thin air, right in front of the wall, unfazed by the wall that was sprung up in front of her.

She walks up the stairs with a broken faceplate, showing one eye that has a cold and cunning look in it. The woman switches to the shadowy, dark woman in dark clothing from the place that was seen before, surrounded by walls made of stone, standing on a spiral stone staircase. She sticks out her hand and small, wispy shadow missiles come toward Raq’shear. He arches his back, a missile only a few inches from his chest. One missile hits left arm and another hits his stomach. Raq’shear falls down on the stairwell, sliding down a few steps as he feels the numbing cold goes through his abdomen and left arm. The woman walks up the stairs, coming closer to the red-eyed nature priest. Raq’shear stands up and climbs the stairs, hunched and left arm swinging as the right rubs it.

Zuhari dodges three bolts being shot at her. She puts her hands in her in a cup, forming ectoplasm into her hands. Zuhari throws it at the machine, sticking to its arm, pulling it forward. Zuhari holds onto the silvery-white semi-solid liquid attached to the machines arm and holds it down, straining it. She holds on tight as she can to the slippery liquid, straining and stopping the machines arm. A compartment opens from his chest, a glowing stone in placed in it. Magical, glowing missiles shoot at Zuhari.

Fear rushes into the Githzeri, the magic is about to kill her. She lets go of the liquid and jumps off a nearby wall, bouncing to the right. Three missiles hit the wall, exploding in magnificent force, while two bounces off Zuhari in an unseen force, while the other two hit her in the chest in, blasting her into the corner of the room. Zuhari switches to Grace, numbed by the pain, unable to move. The machine lifts its left arm, the right being jammed and torn. He sticks out his index and middle finger, putting them together. He points them at Grace. As it aligns them to her chest, the caps of the fingers, making two hallow tubes. The bullets make it half way out of the shell just before three shots hit the machine thighs. It sinks down, falling as the bullets hit the wall, missing Grace.

Arthur claps his hands and slams them on the ground. A large burst of energy runs through the ground and stops under the machines right leg. A tremble goes through it and the kneecap blows up. The machine falls down and its hand starts shooting bullets. The arm sways to the right, heading toward Arthur. Arthur sees the bullets, claps his hands, and transmutes the floor, lifting the floor below him upward. Just before Arthur can take his hands off the elevated floor, the bullets cut down the floor and Arthur falls on his left shoulder.

Arthur grunts as he holds his shoulder, the pain going into his arm. The woman steps forward, aiming her gun at the fallen alchemist. A large group of wires and cables grabs her and slams her into the wall. The cables then smack her against the floor, finally throwing her into the machine. The machines back bends over as the woman teleports her next to it. The machine readjusts itself as Arthur, picks up Grace, whose cables connecting from her are around them, lying on the floor limply.

Sam dodges the masked man attacks, swiftly tumbling and leaching paper shields. A large pillar of paper, ending with a toothed jaw comes to surface. It rushes at the masked man, chomping down on debris as he dodges the snapping jaws, pushing him into a wall.

The paper monster rushes at him again, this time with the masked man nowhere to go. The paper monster opens its jaw, preparing to rip the masked man to pieces. The masked man jumps inside, a millisecond before being torn to pieces. The marble floor become stone tiles, the steel walls becomes a brownish-gray metal, Sam becoming Raton and the paper monster becoming many black tentacles, wrapping around the masked man. A sword thrusts forward, going through the tentacles and slicing downward, releasing him from the grasp of the tentacles, revealing the previously seen dark warrior.

“Is that your best?” He says, throwing off the tentacles. The man laughs in Reaton’s face.

“You don’t expect to win this battle, do you my friend?” The masked man asks. This was true. Sam and Reaton were only stalling until his allies, his friends, got here. With them, he might stand a chance.

But that hope is gone, both questioning if their allies were even still alive. Raton slouches in despair.

The masked man stepped closer to Reaton. “Why don’t you give me the boy? He means nothing to you” the masked sword fighter told Reaton, putting his fingers on the blade. “Besides, look at the trouble he’s caused you!” The masked warrior says to Reaton, his sword on his shoulders.

Reaton puts his head down, silently.

“What did he pay you? 10,000? 20,000? Was it worth all this?” the masked warrior asks, pointing at his damaged body.

Reaton still stands, silent.

The trader sits still, bound by rope, looking at the two in fear of his life. Had the warforged abandoned him? Had he no care for the money? His life? Was he to die?

“No answers? No arguments?” the sword man asked.

Reaton stood, still with no words from his mouth.

“Than get out my way” the sword man told Reaton, passing him by.

Breaking from silence, Reaton knocks the masked warrior down and makes a strange gesture.

The Reaton turns to Sam, the swordsman turns to the knife fighter, the trader turns into Alex and the room becomes as it was.

Paper forms around Sam’s hand turning into a clawed version. Sam strikes the man’s mask, repeatedly, breaking off piece one by one. The knife fighter grabs Sam’s hand and holds it still. A look of shock comes at Sam’s face as he sees the man’s face.

His face is without skin, lips or a nose. It was just rough tissue, unhidden teeth and a whole in the middle of his face. As two blue eyes stare at Sam, the masked knife fighter punches him in the face, throwing him off. The knife fighter picks up his large blade while Sam rubs his face while on the floor. HE steps to Sam, eyes affixed in a gaze that says pure evil. He puts it over his head.

“Goodbye, Idealist!” the knife fighter says, about to stab into him.

Sam closes his eyes, tightly, hoping for the knife to miss.

Nothing happens. Sam opens his eyes, surprised at what he sees; Chains wrapped around the knife fighters left arm and cables and wires around the left. It was Grace and Arthur, the people that could have not been better to see right now.

The knife fighter pulls through the chains and tries to stab at Sam. Sam punches him in the face, hands wrapped in paper. Arthur and Grace let him go as he falls to the ground.

Sam sighs and slowly unties the ropes on Alex. “Are you okay?” Sam asks, taking the gag out of his mouth.

Alex nods. “Yes” Alex says to Sam.

“Good” Sam replies, taking Alex in his arms.

“So the mission is over?” Grace asks.

“Yes, there are no other assassins” Arthur says to Grace.

“We destroyed the bolth.” Graces says to Sam.

“Both?” Sam asked.

“Yes, there were two. A machine and a-“Grace says to Sam.

“No, I know what you meant. You just said both wrong” Sam interrupts.

Grace looks at him, embarrassed. “Whatever” Grace says, rolling her eyes, while Arthur smirks.

They begin to walk to the staircase. The knife fighter’s body twitches.

“Anybody up for pizza?” Grace asks.

“Yes, right after a lethal fight with assassins is a perfect time to have Italian food” Arthur criticizes. “We need to go to a hospital!” Arthur tells the two.

“Fine!” Grace says, disappointed. The knife fighter stands up.

The knife fighter charges at Sam, yelling. Sam turns around, turning the paper around his hand into a whip and hits the knife fighter with it. The knife fighter dodges the strikes, pulling on a cord on his vest.

Grace grabs him with cables and throws him out the window.

The knife fighter goes through the window, his vest making a beeping sound. His vest blows up in a magnificent explosion.

The screen then zooms out to the building, sounds of people’s screams as glass and debris fall on the streets. Subtitles appear on the screen: “4:30 P.M.” The subtitles disappear.

“This is my life.” Sam narrates. “This is what I do. I fight the bad guys, rescue the innocent, and get paid for it. Nevertheless, my life, and the life of the allies and those around me is deeper than just that. It is deeper than rescue the princess and save the day. But, I guess you’ll have to find out later, won’t you?”

More subtitles appear on the screen: “Step through the Gate”

A little break in between

Sat, 16 Sep 2006 00:21:44 GMT

In the middle of fanfics, here is something for you guys

IF YOU'RE ON MY FRIENDS LIST!
I want to know things about you. I don't care if we've never talked, never liked each other, or if we already know everything about each other. I really don't. You are obviously on my list, so let me know with whom I am friends! JUST HIT REPLY.

1.Your Middle Name:
2. Age:
3. Single or Taken:
4. Favorite Movie:
5. Favorite Song:
6. Favorite Band/Artist:
7. Dirty or Clean:
8. Tattoos and/or Piercings:

HERE COMES THE FUN

1. Do we know each other outside of Live Journal?
2. Whats your philosophy on life?
3. Would you have my back in a fight?
4. Would you keep a secret from me if you thought it was in my best interest?
5. What is your favorite memory of us?
6. Would you give me a kidney?
7. Tell me one odd/interesting fact about you:
8. Would you take care of me when I'm sick?
9. Can we get together and make a cake?
10. Have you heard any rumors of me lately?
11. Do you/have you talk(ed) crap about me?
12. Do you think I'm a good person?
13. Would you drive across country with me?
14. Do you think I'm attractive?
15. If you could change anything about me, would you?
16. What do you wear to sleep?
17. Would you come over for no reason just to hang out?
18. Would you go on a date with me if i asked you?
19. If I only had one day to live, what would we do together?
20. Will you post this so I can fill it out for you?

Introduction, Part 1

Tue, 22 Aug 2006 17:53:12 GMT

The screen fades into a scene of a city. It is grand and clean with skies that look as blue as a star on the midnight sky. A building stands out from all the rest in the city, a skyscraper made from white concrete with clear windows. “4:27 P.M.” in subtitles. Just then, an explosion comes from the top windows of the skyscraper. As flames form from the floor and glass comes down to the city streets, screams can be faintly heard. The screen then fades to black.

The screen fades in again. This time it is at the floor of the building. It then goes to a street sign turning from a red hand sign to a white image of a person walking. The screen turns to a bird eye’s view of people walking from one side of the street to the other, and vice versa. The camera returns to the main floor of the building. There are many young men and women dressed in casual clothing. The words “2:33 PM” appear in subtitles on the screen. We see a young woman standing in front of a giant T.V. screen. The screen is filled with pictures of figures running around, shooting things and blood splattering. There are sounds of the like. We close up to the side of her face, revealing her glasses, large eyes and dark hued skin. We hear static. “Gr… ..w.ose it ..ok dow. …..” says a voice with the sound of static fused into it. The young woman moves through the crowd of people viewing the screen, touching her ear. “Say that again, I couldn’t hear that” the young woman says. In the brighter light, the young woman appears to have a green outfit, black hair and a black yamaka. We then see the mouth a young man with light skin. He sighs into the ear piece. “I said ‘Grace, how does it look down there?’” he says, slightly annoyed. We go back the young woman with her hand to her ear. “Oh, uh, yeah, everything here is clear” the young woman says to her ear piece while stumbling through the crowd. “What about you Sam? Anything in your area?” the young woman says. “Arghh!” a voice says from the ear piece. The young woman runs forward. “Sam is everything okay?” the young woman says to the ear piece. She passes through a person, covering her image. Another woman appears in her place after she passes the person. She is older, about 30-ish with yellow-tinted, freckled skin. She has short russet hair and wears a blindfold. She is dressed in a brown leather suit with a shirt made of chain mail. She has a glowing stone in her hand that she seems to be talking into. The entire crowd has changed into men and women in stitched, tied or ragged clothing. “Reaton, what’s going on?” the woman says into the stone, still running. She runs past another person and changes back into the young lady again. She takes a deep breath. The screen turns to an ear piece on the floor. A large foot stomps on it. The foot lifts up revealing an utterly destroyed ear piece. The camera shifts to another young man with a stunned face. His skin is dark, his eyes blue and hair in a long ponytail. He eases to a face of disappointment. The screen switches to the young woman running forward; looking determined and worried at the same time. It then switches to a young man with light skin looking angered and determined, as well. He has blonde, short ruffled hair and eyes hidden by sunglasses. He wears a tight fitting suit. The young man runs down a flight stairs in a poorly lit area made of concrete with notes in spray paint all around. The camera goes back to the young man with dark skin. He sighs. We hear a childish laugh in the background. The screen switches to a little boy with light skin, brown hair and brown eyes. He is dressed in a white cap and blue jacket. He rasps at the young man. He gets angry and chases the boy. The screen zooms out to the young man chasing the boy through the crowd of people. “Come over here you little bastard!” the young man yells to the boy. The boy laughs while being chased. The screen switches to the young man again, arms out and ready to catch him. The screen turns into a white flash for a moment and we hear a sound of a camera snapping. We then see a black and white image of the young man. A voice comes on. “Name: Sam Kimkoyoi and Reaton of Heretics; age: 15 and 7; occupation: Student/part time poet and adventuring warlock; Involvement: Guard.” The screen switches to the young woman again. She is looking forward. She shows a face of displeasure. “Ah crap”. We see and hear the same flash and snap, leaving the same black and white image. The same voice comes on. “Name: Grace Augan and Zuhari Eh’zerha; Age: 15 and 27; Occupation: Student/Inventor and adventuring Lurk; Involvement: Guard.” The screen switches to the young man with light skin, bursting from a caged door with a sign saying “Parking” with other words to small to make out. He looks forward. He squeezes the door’s handle, looking angry. “Damn it!” He says. Yet again, we see a flash and hear a snap, with a black and white photo on screen. The voice comes on again. “Name: Arthur Smith and Raq’shear Waterbreaker; Age: 16 and 14; Occupation: Unknown and adventuring Shugenja; Involvement; Guard” the voice says. The screen switches to the boy again, running and laughing as Sam chases him. We see the flash again and hear the snap again. We see the black and white photo again. “Name: Alexander Rain; Age: 8; Occupation: Son of CEO of Scancore; Involvement: Target”

Sam keeps running, passing through many people to get to Alexander. We close up to Alexander’s profile, smirking as he ran, eyes closed in pride. A metal claw then picks him up by the collar. It starts to lift him. The screen zooms out to two the three standing around the boy. The claw is attached to a long metal, green tentacle from Grace’s lower back. He squirms as if to get out, giving up after a couple seconds. The tentacle moves to behind Grace. She stares angrily at Sam. “What the hell were you doing?” Grace asks Sam. “Guarding the kid” Sam replies. “By chasing him?” Artur asks. “What? He being a little runt, so I ran after him in hopes of knocking his teeth in” Sam says, making a fist slamming gesture towards his palm. We turn to Arthur and Sam, Arthur adjusting his lenses. “I see. So the satisfaction of you harming the boy is much better than looking after him for about 5 hours for $6,000 dollars?” Arthur asks Sam. “Well, I never agreed to look after a demon child” Sam remarks quite smugly. The screen switches to Grace, sighing. “Okay, let’s just get to the last two rooms and leave” She says, walking away, Alexander slipping out his jacket and walking the other way.

The screen switches to Alexander walking through video game props, amazed by the visual effects and sounds. We hear sounds of screams and machine gun ammo. Alex turns around, seeing a screen of a realistic figure, holding a machine gun and shooting it. “Whoa” he says, obviously captured by the incredible act of violence. He wanders around some more, looking for more games.

The screen switches to the three going into another room, with props of little, furry animals in pastel colors. There’s a large screen with little cartoon characters. The camera then switches to a view of the screen with faint outlines of people at the bottom side of the screen. On the screen are a pre-teen boy wearing pajama like clothes in blue and green colors and a pre-teen girl with pink hair and a white shirt and mini-skirt. “I will collect all 734 Peri’ken to be the world’s greatest power master!!!” the boy says in a very heavy Japanese accented voice. “Yay!” the girl yells ecstatically, jumping up and pausing between each motion. A small, very cartoonish shark-like creature appears on the screen, giving the V-sign with its fins, smiling. The screen switches to the three. “Oh god, this is terrible!” Sam remarks. “I don’t know how you kids stand this kittie-crap!” Grace says, turning to her left. The camera switches to her looking at an empty seat on a bench. The three give of an aggravated look.

We switch to the boy, looking around a dark room. He bumps into something, impulsely stepping back from the combined fear of being in the dark and being startled. We close up to his eyes. They begin to fuzz out just before his pupils become enclosed.

We then see a dark room. It’s worn from the ages and what would look like water damage and rust. We see some brick showing on patches of the wall and a wooden door that look like it couldn’t stay up much longer. The screen switches to Alex. He‘s wearing a orange hat with a white shirt with an russet stain. He has a green jacket with a barely visible L-shaped tear in it. Alex looks frightened, almost into shock. His skin is as pale as snow making the ash patches and rust colored drippings from his mouth look more distinct. We hear the sound of foot steps and heavy breathing from Alex. The sound stops and the breathing stops for a second. We see the door again. The door is knocked over, leaving it flat on the ground. We see nothing beyond the door but an obscured human figure and a bright white light that seems to go into infinity. We turn back to Alex, his pupils becoming impossibly small.

We turn back to Alex in the room in the skyscraper, breathing as if he had just run one-thousand yards. He looks up at the figure mentioned before, seeing a cardboard cutout of an American football player, proud in posture, standing as if to throw the ball clamped in his hand. Alex’s breathing returns to normal. He sits in a corner, taking off his hat. He groans, as if the world was against him. Just then Sam walks into the room, Grace and Arthur nowhere in sight. He looks around slowly turning his head. He then spots Alex, sulking in the corner. He gives off an angry glare towards Alex. The camera switches to Sam and Alex. “Where were you?” Sam asks angrily. We see Alex sitting down, looking depressed. We go back to Sam, looking concerned. “Hey, are you alright?” he asks, his hand slowly reaching out to Alex, as if to help Alex. Alex gets up, readjusting his face to one that says he’s content, if not a little angry. We see him walking, Sam following in a moment.

The screen switches to Sam and Alex leaning up against a wall. Sam looks bored while Alex looks more depressed. We see a black figure pass through the screen. After he passes, the scene changes to an old English tavern setting, two figures against the wall. One is draped around a royal purple ribbon or bandage, looking entangled or constricted by it, but seems quite comfortable. There is a slit at the brow revealing his eyes, which seem to be some sort of metal goggles grafted onto metal skin. The lenses are filled with a faint blue light. The second figure is a very small man, no bigger than three feet. He has a slightly angular face, tanned skin and brown hair in a ponytail. He is dressed in a black vest, burgundy pants and white shirt. The tall figure looks towards the small one. “So, even as I’m risking my life for you to go to a Magic Con, you won’t even make conversation?” He says in a sort of hallow voice, joking. The little one dose not reply. The tall figure simply looks back, as if giving up trying to talk to the little one. “I always feel scared” the small figure says. A black blotch goes across the screen. We see Alex and Sam again after it disappears. “I always the day I was held for ransom” We see Sam concerned. “I remember them telling me that my father wouldn’t pay the –“Alex starts to sob”-money, because he said he wouldn’t negotiate with terrorist!” Alex says, after breaking into a sob. Sam pats him on the shoulders. “You know my father was never really there either.” Sam replies, rubbing his head. “But you don’t have to be his family if he doesn’t treat you the same” Sam replies. Alex slowly shakes his head, shuddering a few of times, dears down his face. “O-okay” he says. He sniffs. “Lets go” Alex says into his arm. They walk away, Sam in sympathy and Alex in a rough understanding.

The screen turns to a hall with shelves, with video came cases stacked left to right. In the middle are Grace and Arthur. Arthur sighs. “You know, splitting up never worked for anybody” Arthur says to Grace, looking over the shelves. The screen switches to Grace, looking at the video games. “Yeah, uh huh” Grace says, ogling at the games.” Sam appears his arm around Alex’s head. Grace and Arthur turn around to see Sam and Alex. “Where were you guys, we looked everywhere!” Grace says angrily to Sam and Alex. “Actually, we looked around and through these shelves” Arthur says as we see Graces face upset at Arthur. “We were just looking around” Sam replies to Graces first question. Grace closes up to Sam, looking into his face as her’s scowls. “Hmmm” Grace thinks. She backs away. We switch to a view of the group’s backs. They begin to walk slowly. Just then, someone grabs Alex, covering his mouth and arms. He swiftly throws a grenade in front of the three as the figure strides backwards. The screen switches to about 60 feet from the three. A giant explosion comes forth, cuasing people to scream, yell and panic.

The screen remains the same with the exception of the words “To be continued” printed on it it.