SFG Remixed Chapter One

"Sometimes, I doubt your commitment to Sparkle Motion." Ω says as he turns into the left to his left. [Jestro] looks up from his laptop to look at him.
"Sometimes, I doubt your commitment to The Guild." [Jestro] says.
"Fuck The Guild, yo. I worked up from the bottom." Ω says.
"Yeah, yeah. You've told me a thousand times, 'I used to be the best drifter in Greece, I even invaded Japan.' Dude, the story's old." [Jestro] turns back to his laptop.
"How else do you think I could get a car like this!?" Ω shouts then motions to his car. It was a red Mazda RX7, with the steering column on the right side, as if that meant it was a better car than a Mazda RX7 with the steering column on the left, as was typical when you lived in America.
"I'm not doubting that you went to Japan and got this car, or that you drift. We all watch you every Saturday night." [Jestro] says typing away.
"Actually, they added a new day this season."
"Wait, you have seasons?"
"Well, yeah. The sun sets earlier in the fall and winter, so we get more cover. Why not race more?" Ω says, getting really excited.
"Oh, that's what you meant by season." [Jestro] says. "Anyway, you're driving pretty damn slow, considering school starts in about 30 minutes."
"Yeah, I love men." Ω says tilting his head back to get a look at himself in his rear view mirror. "See that?"
"What, your ugly face?"
"No, my Broadway mirror!" Ω screams. "Every car should have one of these."
"Well, it's a good thing I don't own a car then, huh?"
"All you've got is that laptop and those big ass headphones!" Ω says as he comes to a stop at a street light.
"What are ass headphones?" [Jestro] asks in an overly sarcastic tone. "Are they headphones that go on my ass? If that were the case, wouldn't they just be called 'assphones'?
"You'd like that, wouldn't you?" Ω asks. "Assphones."
"Well, I do love a big, nice, juicy ass on a cute girl, not gonna lie." [Jestro] says.
"You like those Mexican girls, huh?" Ω asks becoming impatient with the red light.
"I do, I love me some big booty Mexican girls. But that's not to say there aren't beautiful women from every race."
"What are you a humanitarian now?" Ω asks. "Fuck! Dude, change this light, it's taking forever!"
"Alright, but remember what happened last time I hacked the traffic system." [Jestro] says typing away at his laptop.
"Yeah, we got chased by the cops and got away, wakudo!" Ω says throwing his arms around wildly.
"Okay, then...What street are we on? 2nd and Cedar." [Jestro] says to himself. The light flickered and then turned green. "Boom!" He shouts.
"That was good."
"Everybody gets one." [Jestro] says. "Dude, seriously it's 7am now, hurry up!"
"7 am? My clock right here," Ω motions to the clock on his dash. "says it's only 5:18. We've still got two hours."
"That clock is wrong!"
"Nope, you're running on Ω time now!" He says. Just then he and [Jestro] both received a text message.

"The infamous "Twisted Metal" has broken out of custody this morning. She is considered extremely dangerous, be careful. The bounty on her head is currently 50 thousand Credits. Today's word of the day is: Orange."
-The Guild

"Dude, it looks like I can finally buy that Psyche processor I've been wanting!" [Jestro] screams like a little Asian girl.
"I'm gonna get that kill, bitch."
"Don't act like such a baby. The Guild have cameras all over the world, they'll clearly see you're involved in the kill. I'll just end up getting the kill bonus, whereas you'll get the driver bonus. That'd be enough for lunch tomorrow, right?" [Jestro] asks teasingly.
"Yeah, fuck you. I'm getting that kill." Ω says angrily.
"Stop acting like a damn n00b, Ω. We both know she won't be flying solo. Just kill some of her minions."
"I don't wanna!" He screams.
"Dude, calm down-"
"I'M GETTING THAT KILL BONUS!" Ω screams as he shifts into a higher gear and flies onto the freeway.
"Shit, chill the fuck out...C41212105!" [Jestro] says covering his mouth and making an "Ohhhhh!" sound.
"Get out!" Ω screams to [Jestro]. He rolls the window down.
"Alright, but first..." [Jestro] types some stuff on his laptop, then closes it. Then he puts it in his backpack. "Call 김재민, tell him I might need some help." Then [Jestro] climbs out of Ω's window and gets on the hood.

"We're on the 14 freeway, hurry up. [Jestro]'s a bitch."

Ω sends the text to 김재민. Then he looks out his windshield, [Jestro] is still on the hood. Just then five super charged monster mustang GTs surrounded Ω's RX7. [Jestro] waved to them and pulled his cell phone out. "Yo, DJ Machete is on ATTIC Radio, right?"
"Yeah." Ω replied, as he turned the radio station on. "God speed, Spiderman." Then [Jestro] leaped off of Ω's car into the air. He touched a button on his headphones and from them extended a black tar-like substance that covered his whole body. He crashed down on one of the monster mustangs covered in a high tech super suit.
DJ Machete plays Dr. Shavargo Pt. 3 by Attack! Attack!.
One of the mustangs rear ended Ω which made him swerve throughout the four lane freeway. A car honked at him, he looked at it and it was none other than C41212105.
"Watch it, dick!" He giggled swerving his '09 M9 BMW out of the way.
"Fuck you, rich boy!" Ω screams.
"Gotta go, Ω. I have to have sex with my hot and attractive girlfriend, bye!" Then he sped off into the distance.
Flash back to [Jestro] still on the hood of one of the mustangs.
"I need a weapon." He says to himself and imagines a glok 18, the one Morpheus used in The Matrix: Reloaded. Then, in the small of his back, a gun appeared. He grabbed it and fired into the windshield. He emptied nearly his entire clip on the one mustang before leaping to another one, and just as he did, the car hit the center divider and exploded. The car swerved under his weight but recovered quickly.
Above them, a few hundred feet ahead stood the living ninja, 김재민. He leaped off of the bridge overlooking the freeway, over the fencing and slammed down onto one of the mustangs, toppling it into the air over his slender body.
"Two down, three to go." [Jestro] thoughts as he sped past the newly wrecked mustang and waved to 김재민 who waved back as the car crushed down in front of him. He ran with the flow of traffic and pulled a knife from his jacket pocket. He dove into a passing semi-truck, stabbing the side of it. He then lunged himself on top of it.
Ω was frustrated that both 김재민 and [Jestro] had gotten a kill, so he sped up in front of the following cars. He skidded to a stop a few hundred feet ahead of them and got out.
"Driver bonus my ass!" He screams to himself and whips his beam katana [think light saber but made by the Japanese]. He pushes a button on it and the bright neon purple beam extended from it. He walked against the flow of traffic, head on toward the mustangs. One of them sped up and prepared to hit Ω, but little did he know, Ω was a Jedi...of sorts. With his beam katana in his right hand, Ω lifted his left hand and then firmly balled it. The entire back end of the mustang imploded and sent the front end of the car into the air. With the car flying over his head he sliced the bottom of it. Needless to say, the car exploded shortly there after. Ω then remembered he was standing in the middle of the freeway and ran back into his car as the others passed him, [Jestro] flipped him off.
"Three down." [Jestro] said and before he could pull the trigger and barrage of bullets flew out of the windshield at him. He did a back handspring on the ground and threw himself up in the air. He landed on the roof of the same mustang. "Whoa, did NOT think I was going to pull that one off." Then he back flipped back onto the hood of the car. He kicked his foot into the shattered windshield and grabbed hold of the steering wheel with his foot. He glanced behind himself and saw that they would soon be crossing a bridge overlooking a shallow river. He spun his leg around and the car swerved off the road. It broke through the safety rail and flew down towards the shallow river. [Jestro] ran to the end of the car, still falling mind you, and dove off. As he flew through the air he imagined a grappling hook shooting from his wrist and so five long claws grew from his wrist and shot out to the freeway. They stuck fast into the thick concrete and [Jestro] quickly climbed up the thin chains coming out of it. The car hit the bottom of the knee deep river and exploded.
"One left." [Jestro] said as Ω and 김재민 chased Twisted Metal down the freeway. "Well, how the fuck am I going to get out of this one?" He then imagined a motorcycle coming out of his legs, but nothing happened. "FUCK!" He said and kicked the air.
김재민 saw Twisted Metal's mustang smashing into Ω's RX7. He leaped off of the semi-truck and crushed down on the back end of her car. She slammed onto her breaks and 김재민 lost his footing and flew forward, his legs smacking against the rear window. He slammed his knife into the hood of her car and spun himself around and broke through the windshield. He then sat himself in the passenger seat and looked around. Twisted Metal was a gorgeous tall blond with her left eyebrow pierced and big lips.
"This is a nice car." He said with a smile. She just looked at him, confused. There was a long silence. "Thank you, is usually the typical response to a statement like that." Another long silence.
"But aren't you-"
"I'll wait." He said and put his seatbelt on.
"...Thank you?" She said.
"You're welcome." He said with a blush. Just then [Jestro] slammed down on the hood of her car.
"It's time to die bitch--Wait, 김재민?! Dude, what the fuck!?" He screamed peering into the car.
"Dude, stop being a cock-block!" 김재민 screamed and smacked [Jestro]'s leg.
"Bitch, I'm trying to get paid!" [Jestro] said just as Twisted Metal slammed onto her breaks. Her car hit Ω's parked car and [Jestro] flew forward tumbling against the hard asphalt. Ω stood just next to [Jestro] with his beam katana out.
"Twisted Metal, come out and PLLLAAAYYYYYYYYY!!!!!" He screamed. He ran and jumped over his wrecked car and sliced down onto her car, slicing half of the top off. She crawled out of the window and tried running away but as she did her head exploded. Ω looked back and saw [Jestro] pointing his gun at her, the barrel still smoking. He flipped his gun and holstered it in the small of his back and walked up to his two friends.
"Well, that was fun, wasn't it?" He says.
"Yeah!" 김재민 agrees with overzealous joy.
"Wait...did I win!? Holy shit, Ω I think I won!" [Jestro] says dancing in front of Ω, who's pissed. He reaches out and touches one of [Jestro]'s headphones, his suit retracts. [Jestro] falls to the floor screaming. "Ow! Get me some icy hot! Fuck!"
"Haha, nig hat! That's what you get for programing all those new gadgets into your suit! Try stretching next time!" [Jestro] curls into the fetal position, his muscles aching.
"Yeah!" 김재민 agrees with overzealous joy. Ω turns to face him.
"Get the fuck out of that car, we've got school to get to. Come on." Then the two of them leave [Jestro] in the middle of the freeway and head off to school.
"Wait! Don't leave me on land!" He screams as they fade into a tiny little dented dot.

-Sir Jestro

To My Dearest, Elizabeth,

I'm sorry I hurt your feelings, Liz. I was out of line. And I know you're terribly upset with me. There's really nothing I can say that will help this situation so I won't say anything, and I'll just be better.
I miss you, and hope you can forgive me...soon.
This is very embarrassing, and I apologize to all my beloved readers. Yes, I AM human after all. And we all get carried away sometimes, me more so than others...Ummmm....
I hope you all liked SFG Remixed! I did!
Yeah...Don't be mad anymore, kay?
I love you!

-Sir Jestro

Strangers Wearing Makeup: Chapter Twelve [The End]

"How may I help you, Mr...?" The old woman who I saw in the picture asks me as I stand outside of her front door.
"Mr. Green." I say lowering my hat. "Gustavo Green. I'm working on your husband's...case." I say as politely as I can, but she sees right through it and is broken up.
"Yes, come right in, Mr. Green." She says walking inside. I close the door behind me and follow her into the kitchen. Scattered throughout the house are moving boxes.
"So, you're moving?" I ask sitting on a stool beside a center counter stove-top made of marble.
"Yes, my sister-in-law is going to let me stay in their guest house for a while. Until I can...I'm sorry." She tears up and hides her face in a handkerchief.
"It's quite alright, ma'am. Don't feel embarrassed." I say. She sniffs her nose a few times and then speaks, but it comes out like a croak at first.
"I left for business and came back to this, it was so unexpected. I should have never left."
"But he had help around the house, didn't he?"
"Of course, a house this big he'd have to have help. That damned Allison, we paid her well too. She should have paid more attention to him!" Mrs. Anderson started crying again.
"I'm assuming you're talking about a maid?" I prompted.
"She was his nurse."
"Oh, I'm so sorry. I'd like to question her, do you know where she lives?" I asked.
"It's no use, detective, she's split. He put her in his will, even though I told him not too-stupid old man!-and she took the money and just...left! It's such a wretched thing to do to a dear old man!" Then Mrs. Anderson broke down completely. After a while she calmed down and politely asked me to leave so she could finish packing.

"You know Gus, you have a really bad weakness when it comes to women." The Ear tells me as I sit beside him on our usual park bench, it's nearing sunset by this time.
"Yeah, I know." I say. I'm hunched over and taking a drag of my cigarette. The taste reminds me just how stale the world really is.
"I mean how could the golden boy, Mr. "Good Cop" Green be swayed by two deceiving lesbians?" The Ear tosses some bird feed onto the ground in front of us, the birds go wild.
"Like you said, a weakness. How was I supposed to know, though!" I said flicking my cigarette somewhere.
"Women are full of deception, any smart man knows to keep one eye on his woman and one on his wallet." The Ear said.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah." I say leaning back against the hard wooden bench. It creaks against my weight.
"Well, all that aside you did halt their plans to demolish Cotts Town, that should amount for something, right?"
"You always know just what to say to cheer a guy up, don't you old friend?" I say with a smile. I tilt my head back and look into the multicolored, tie-dye sky. For the first time in months I do feel a little at ease. They say that big guy in the sky works in mysterious ways. I think its just a bunch of fairy tales, but I do kind of feel content now.
"So what's new on the circuit?" I ask The Ear.
"Well, a woman's been found dead in a nearby cinema, you might want to check it out."
"What, the fuzz don't want it?"
"Nah, you know better than most: they don't consider prostitutes real people. They're just plastic whores dolled up for a few bucks a night." The Ear says.
"I'll take a look at it." I say and get to my feet. I go to leave.
"Hey, Gus!" He calls, I turn around.
"You really did save this city. Don't forget that." I wave and turn to go. I take a bottle of old whiskey out of my coat pocket and take a swig whereas those tow lesbians are probably somewhere hot, drinking cold margaritas.


-Sir Jestro

23 on 23

Happy 23 everybody!
I hope you all had a great day today!!!!
I love you all, and hope you all are as excited as I am for SFG Remixed!
Coming soon.


-Sir Jestro

Another Non-Story Post

So I've decided to scrap "Dead Elephant" because I literally have no idea what to do with it. Also, I'm scrapping "Dreaming of Z's" I plan to rework it and write it again, in the future when I have inspiration. Currently, my attention has averted from romances [they make me sick at the present moment] and focus on what I write best: dark, macabre, and satire.
I hope you all have enjoyed my posting several posts today, even though none of you were actually tuning in each half hour as they were posted. Oh, well. Maybe next time you all will.
I've been reading a lot, lately. Five books at once.
Well, I just finished "Go Ask, Alice" yesterday, it wasn't so bad.
I'm currently reading "The Name of the Wind" by Patrick Rothfuss, so far it's really good!
I'm still reading "Pride and Prejudice" by Jane Austen, it's really boring...UGH!!
Also, I'm reading "Eclipse" by Stephenie Meyer, that book makes me frustrated, and I don't care what you say my dearest, Elizabeth, because I am reading it, so shut it!
I started reading "Naked Lunch" by William S. Burroughs, that book is a fuckin' trip!! Whoa!
And finally, I'm reading "I Hope They Serve Beer in Hell" by Tucker Max, and, NGL, I don't want to watch the film. Just getting that out there.

I saw this picture, and want to get it framed in my room. I've told some of you about it, and so here it is, presented by everyone's favorite zombie lover,

-Sir Jestro

The Horseman Approaches

The time of reckoning comes anon,
The odious souls shall perish,
And the sybarites will be left with nothing,
Mass chaos reigns over the world.

From the dust an inexplicable figure emerges,
He turns the world pallid and covers it in darkness,
Only the just shall survive his wrath,
May he give the truly vile no mercy.

The Horseman approaches,
His steed stands that of three men,
It's wry mane sways like fire,
And it's cry can be heard far and wide.

May his hammer be mighty,
May he vanquish his foes with ease,
May his steed move swiftly,
And may he cleanse this earth of filth.

The just need not fear him,
For to them he is their savior,
His hammer shall protect them,
And the cries of his foes shall croon them to sleep.

During these dark days, the good shall sleep well.


-Sir Jestro

Me, me, me

I want you,
To be proud of me.
I want you,
To brag about me.

When people ask you if you ever knew someone great,
I want you to say my name.
When people ask you for an amazing story,
I want you to tell them one of mine.

I don't want to be forgotten,
I want to be a legend.
I don't want you to move on,
I want you to always keep me by your side.

Outlive me,
And tell the world I never gave up on it.
Outdo me,
And tell them I was where it all began.

Don't forget...Me, me, me.


-Sir Jestro

Six Bullets

I got a call a few days ago, I was eating take-out with my cat, I named her Dinah. You know that iconic cat from that famous kid's story written by that pedophile.
Ring!
It multiplies itself by three before I reach over and pluck the receiver, the thing weighs a ton.
"Detective?" A voice asks on the other end of this faceless call.
"Who's askin?" I sneer back at him.
"Someone with a lot of money."
"How much? Price is triple for someone without a name. I read all about that damn cyclops who looked like an ass because he was blinded by Nobody. And I'm no ass." I tell him back, amused at myself.
"Triple is fine, detective Cutter." He tells me.
"Alright, then what can I do for you?"
"A man's coming to kill you, tonight. I want you to follow him and tell me where he rests for the evening. Can you do that for me?" He asks.
"Sure thing." I say shoveling a taco into my mouth. "If I don't die."
"You won't. I'll call you on this line tomorrow, bright and early, at 8:00am. Got it?"
"Yeah, I got it. Good riddens." I say then hang up. The nerve of some people, expecting their paper to control the minds of others. I was never blinded by that green paper, never made much sense to me, it's just paper.
After my meal, Dinah and I walk out onto the fire escape and I sit against the cold metal railing, the rust no doubt will stain my shirt. I lean my head back and gaze into the dark sky. The moon, a massive sphere with a color as pale as bone, looks down on me with light almost as brilliant as the sun. I let myself go some place inside my head when suddenly I hear a garbage can knock over below me.
I spin around and see some figure in a white hooded robe pointing a gun at me from the street. I dive inside my apartment as he fires off three rounds. I race around my apartment, grabbing my twin revolvers and rushing back outside. I race down the fire escape. I can see the bastard running down the alley way towards the train station.
I rush after him, my feet slamming loudly against the hard concrete floor of the city.
I can already hear the steam from the monorail, this poor excuse for an assassin is probably going to jump on just as it's leaving. I hate free loaders.
I can see him, a small white blur just outside of my focus. I can see the white blur turn and sprint up the escalator. I slam into people that are too slow to move out of my way.
"Hey, watch it!" They call out, I turn back--still running forward, mind you--flashing my revolver, they shut up real quick.
I hear the loud hiss of the monorail preparing to leave the station. I watch the tiny white blur jump into the orange train, and I watch it slowly start to move forward. I sprint faster down the station. I run to the end.
You see there's a drop point, a place where the station ends like a cliff face, that's where I'm sprinting towards. Better to run next to the monorail and jump into it, than jump behind it and fall short.
I'm sprinting as fast as I can when I see the lights stop and the ground turn black, I holster my revolver, that's my cue to leap, a leap of faith if you will. If I miss I'm headed straight two hundred feet down into Reznor Lake, the fall might not kill me, but it would still hurt. This is that part in the movies where the music stops and everything gets really quiet, most likely just the main character's breathing can be heard. That's exactly how it is, everything is slowed down, it's like I'm moving in molasses I can see everything, in painful detail, but can't move faster than a snail. I can see several rails, no doubt used for servicemen when repairing the monorail. I extend my arms toward them.
Just as my fingers wrap around them time and sound return. The loud whipping of the wind pops my eardrums and the pull of the monorail nearly dislocates my shoulders.
The wind tears at my eyes. I put my head down and notice I'm looking through the window at a family, children tucked safely within the arms of the parents. They look terrified. I climb forward, towards the doors I know there's an emergency open switch on them, just need to find it.
I pat around violently trying not to lose my grip of the railing. I feel something, smack it and hear a loud whoosh! sound. I manage to open one of my eyes and see the door is open, so I pull myself inside the train. I look back and press another button inside that shuts the door.
I look around people are staring at me.
"Hi." I wave. Then I hear someone scream from one of the cars ahead of me. I turn around and head towards the sound, pulling my revolver out. I follow the dumbfounded faces of the people the white wearing poor excuse for an assassin brushed past. I start jogging.
Just as I open the third door I see him.
"Hold it!" I scream, my revolver pointed at his back. He freezes and and stiffens, he must be six foot two inches tall, at least. His shoulders are narrow, basketball type.
"Turn around." I order him, he does. I can only see his wide jaw and white teeth smiling at me.
"Remove the hood and walk towards me, slowly." I order him. "And don't try anything funny, I've got you locked in my gaze." His smile widens and before I can react he lunges for a crumpled up newspaper. I fire, everyone in the car flinches except him. He lifts the cylindrical newspaper, his hand shaking vigorously. I watch in amazement as something seeps out of his palm, onto the newspaper, transforming it. I can't see what it is at first, but it only take a few seconds for me to figure it out.
"Everyone get out of this car!" I scream at the top of my lungs. "He has dynamite!" This triggers something inside of him, so he throws the sticks of dynamite at me, I can see the fuse is near it's end. There's no place for me to go, except out the window. So in that same slow motion dramatic action style I turn towards the window.
BANG!
I fire and the glass shatters into a million little pieces and I dive straight for it. Then everything gets quiet and there's a big flash of light. I can see the whole lake, like it was midday and there wasn't a cloud in the sky. Then I feel the heat and that's when the sound hits me.
Ear shattering doesn't exactly encompass the full extent of volume. And that was the last thing I remember, the flash of day light, the heat and the sound too loud for words.


"Hey, Buddy. Wake up!" I hear a voice say to me. I'm wet and it feels like I was run over by a truck. My ribs ache and I can hardly breathe. I try to get some stability and lift myself up but I feel dizzy. That dizziness you feel when you're losing blood or when you've gotten hit in the end hard, but not hard enough to knock you out.
"Whoa, old man!" The voice says. "Calm down, let me help you!" I feel someone's arms wrap around me and help me to my feet. I open my eyes and I see a young man, mid twenties standing next to me, I'm still in his arms.
"Hurph...stagga..." I can only manage to mumble and grunt.
"Haha, it's alright save your energy. Come on, let me take you some place not so, wet." He says, I surrender and let him carry me. "Wow, man. I've never seen anything like that. I mean I'm here doing some midnight fishing and then next thing I know, BANG! The monorail blows up and I watch something fly out and skip like a stone all the way to shore. Sorry, I couldn't get to you sooner all I've got is a row boat, but man, it's amazing you're even alive!" He says, I can hear the smile on his face. It's the size of a kid's on Christmas. "So, hey not to rush you, but what's your name? I gotta call someone to come get you, right?"
"Cuh...Cuh...Cutter." Is all I manage to spit out.
"Cutter? Sounds like a name to me. Ha! Well, Cutter it's a pleasure to meet you, I'm Dean. Chase Dean."
"Hamamh...hmmm..." I say, then I see a power pole and stop. There's a flyer on it with an insignia, the same insignia I saw on the white cloak of that poor excuse for an assassin. I tear the flyer off of the pole and start pointing at it.
"What? You wanna go to this? It's some kind of New Years Party, are you sure? I mean you DID just get launched out of a moving train."
I nod my head.
"Eh, alright. I guess I can't let you go alone, so I'll call a cab." We walked onto the sidewalk and Chase raised his arm. A faded rusty old cab stops in front of us, I can hear the engine steaming and snapping beneath the hood. We get inside and Chase tells the cab driver the address and we head off.
"Cutter, yeah I dunno what kind of guy you are, but you don't look like a cult member to me." Chase says.
"Wuh...wuh...what?" I say.
"Well, yeah. This is one of those places where they sacrifice people."
"WHAT!?" I shouted.
"What, dude!? Yeah, they kill people at these things. Look, it says "The Hand" that's that huge cult. You know, the ones who had that big scandal with killing all those homeless people." I try to tell him that we need to take them down, bring them to justice but I manage to do is scream an incoherent shriek.
"Here, dude. Here's some paper, write down what you're trying to say." Chase tells me.

"We need to bring those guys in!"

"To who? The cops? Yeah, what happens then? I bet they've got half the staff bankrolled!"

"Then we bring a more personal kind of justice to them."

"Cutter. This is a crazy idea...I'm in." He says with a smile. "Do you have any guns or anything?"
I nod and pull out my remaining revolver.
"It only has six bullets!" Chase says.

"Then six of those sons of bitches are going down."

"I like you, Cutter. A man who has nothing to lose really is fearless." I nod again.

"So what are you going to use?"

"I've gotta bottle of vodka and a handkerchief in my coat, I'm burning down the house."
The next thing I know, we're standing in front of a very long hallway, up to an enormous mansion. Inside every window is lit up, it looks like the view of a city when you're sitting on top of a mountain. We open the gate and start walking toward them. I can see a white golf cart driving toward us from the mansion. I get a hold of my revolver.
"Excuse me, this is a private party. We're going to have to ask you to leave. If you do not comply we will move to more hostile means of convincing you!" The man in the passenger seat says as they stop a few feet ahead of us. With th cover of the night I raise my gun and shoot them both in the head.
BANG!
BANG!
Nothing to it. I check the bodies, nothing but a few hundred bucks, two flashlights, and two walkie talkies.
"These could help us listen in on their strategies." Chase says as we toss the bodies out and drive up to the mansion in the golf cart. We reach the mansion and get out, no one is outside, which is odd. We enter.
The inside is massive, cathedral like with one big hallway going straight to the back of the place. Huge ceilings, gold everywhere, fancy paints hung on the walls, expensive furniture scattered all over.
"Wow, these people are loaded." Chase says as we walk down the main hallway. "Maybe there's like a big study or like a living room, wait what would rich people use as a living room? Like a court room or something?" I shrug, honestly I have no idea what the hell he's rambling about. We just keep walking straight down the hallway. Soon I see two people standing outside of a pair of magnificent double doors. I tap Chase and point.
"Yeah, that's not obvious at all." He says stuffing the handkerchief into the bottle. There's really no need to hide, this is a suicide mission anyway so I walk calmly up to the two guards with my revolver at my side.
"Hey, you two! What business do you have here?" The guard on the left asks. I raise my gun.
BANG!
I turn to the other who looks terrified.
BANG!
Four down, two to go.
We search the bodies, nothing of use as well. Chase opens the doors and gasps.
"Cutter!" He whispers. I stand next to him.
The doors reveal a gargantuan theater, the old kind, the kind you'd go watch a fancy ballet performance in. We're on the ground floor, every single face is looking at us, all of their pompous sneers, holding their expensive alcohol and completely oblivious, and the two of us are looking at the stage. On stage are three men sacrificing a group of young girls, each about nine to twelve years old. There are probably about twenty girls standing up there, each bound, black bags over their heads, and tied together in a line, leading up to their deaths.
The three men are tearing the clothes off of one of the girls and stabbing her repeatedly as she screams with every ounce of strength she has. One of the men throw another girl on the stage, her arms bound behind her back, ball gag in her mouth. She starts kicking her legs in a windmill type fashion, the man grabs her ankles and spreads her legs open. Even from this distance I can hear her trying to scream from behind the ball gag. The man starts thrusting into her and the audience starts to murmur, slowly their murmurs turn to cheers. Then the other man, after killing the first girl, walks over to the rape and gracefully slices his already bloody knife around the girl's throat. Her body convulses and a deep crimson floods from her glossy pale neck. The crowd goes wild. 
"This is not right." Chase says. He lights his molotov cocktail and I run as fast as I can to the stage. I'm saving these last two bullets for those monsters, and the last one is going to get the life choked out of him. I hear a gasp of dozens of people behind me and the shattering of glass, followed by that roar of flames. Then I hear the stampede.
People start flooding out of their seats, spilling their vodkas and their brandys as they try to escape the flames. I hear Chase screaming behind me, like a mad man blood-drunk, it makes me happy.
"All you bitches are gonna burn!" He screams.
I'm nearly there when I raise my revolver. I lock onto one of them.
BANG!
Another one.
BANG!
I throw my revolver to the side and leap onto the stage and sprint towards the last remaining monster. He spins around and catches me just as I slam into him. I feel a burning heat coming from my stomach and then I start to feel sick. I look down and see his knife in my stomach, he twists it and slides it up my chest. I see my guts spill onto the floor and...


-Sir Jestro

Confessions of a Teenage Zombie [Chapter Twelve]

We climbed the wall behind X's house.
We walk back into the house I had to break out of.
We start to look around.
"So what exactly are we looking for?" X asks me.
"How am I supposed to know, I'm brain dead!" I say and laugh a little too hard at my own joke.
We wander around some more, starting in the basement. The place looks exactly how I left it.
"Gee, how many days has it been since we met, X?" I ask him as he walks up to the chains in the walls.
"Are these the chains you broke away from?" He asks.
"Yep." There's nothing on the floor. Nothing in the basement.
"Whoa." He's completely amazed, like he found my underwear or something.
"Kay, let's go." I say and walk up the stairs.
"Wait, why!?" He calls running after me.
"Because there's nothing in there. Let's check the bedrooms."
"Okay." He says, defeated.
Check the kitchen.

Nothing.

Check the down stairs bedroom.

Nothing.

Check the down stairs bathroom.

Ding, ding, ding.

"Hey, what's this?" X asks holding a book of matches.
"Well, it looks a book of matches, X. Duh." I say. "Let me see it." He hands me the book.
The Abstract Tree.

"Well, looks like we're going here." I say waving the book.
"Yes! Let me grab the keys to my mom's van." That makes me laugh, and is rather embarrassing, but it beats the hell out of walking. I think I've started to smell, which bothers me so before we leave I go into X's parents' room. I steal some foundation and blush and perfume from his mom's vanity. It looks bad, but at a glance X says I look like a human.
"You ready to go dear?" He asks walking in, wearing formal clothes.
"What's with the getup?" I ask looking at him through the mirror.
"What, you don't like these clothes?" He asks looking at himself and fixing his hair.
"No, it's fine. It just looks like they're your church clothes, and that you haven't worn them in a while." X lowers his head and walks out of the room. Hit the nail on the head with that one.
He comes back in a few minutes later wearing a Dir En Grey shirt and and really tight pants. There a re tight pants, and then pants like this. They make his package just shoot out like, BAM!
"Take those pants off!" I yell half laughing. He walks out of the room again, defeated.
Twenty minutes later we're at The Abstract Tree, I have way too much makeup on and X is wearing acceptable clothes. We walk up to the door and I peek inside, just barely opening the door.
"What are you doing, Jess? Just open it." X says barging in, ruining my plan to sneak in. I curse him under my breath and follow him. The people in this bar look like a bunch of assholes. Older people, all the men are probably cheating on their wives with the younger looking women, and their wives are cheating on them with their kids friends. And they call people like me filth.
"So what exactly is the plan?" X asks me.
"I dunno." I say. I walk up to the bar and get the attention of one of the bar tenders.
"Are you old enough to be here?" He asks.
"That's not important. What is, is has a woman come by here. She has I dunno, short hair, she's kinda tall, and she's white."
"Jessica, you should work for the police, that was a great description." X says behind me, I don't think he knows I can hear him.
"Did she work for the school?" The bartender asks.
"Yeah!!" I say, X is thoroughly amazed.
"Yeah, she came by here a little while ago, actually."
"Really? Do you know where I can find her, I really need to talk to her. You see, she's my nurse and--"
"Sure, she's actually downstairs right now, come on let me show you." I am overjoyed right now, I'm going to get that bitch back for what she did. I follow the bartender, he leads us to a set of double doors and opens one of them.
"Right down there." He says and lets me in, but stops X. "Are you old enough to be here?" Then the door slams shut and I feel someone tackle me. The two of us lose our balance and fall down a set of stairs. When we finally finish tumbling down them we slam hard onto the bare concrete floor. I can hardly feel the coldness.
It's pitch black down here, and the...whatever it is, whoever it is, is still wrapped around.
"Get off!" I scream. Then the lights flash on. I'm in a cellar, no more like a meat locker. There're are corpses hung all over the walls, and pieces of them are missing. Not like something ate them, but like something was carved out of them. Beneath the hanging bodies are different animals locked away in cages: Dogs, Cats, Pigs, Rats, and so on. I feel sorry for the animals.
"Zombies." A voice says, I try to look around and locate the voice, I can't. "A plague on this earth. The bodies of the dead risen from the grave to feed on human flesh, disgusting."
"We don't NEED to eat humans!" I scream.
"Ha, so you admit it. You are a zombie!" The voice cackles.
"I never denied it!" I scream back. "Now let me go!"
"But how can we? We need you, Jessica." The voice says.
"What, why?"
"You have something we need. You have life...after death."
"What are you talking about? Why does that mean you need me?" I ask, struggling to break free.
"Imagine the good that could come from discovering the secret to reanimation? Dying people need not fear any longer, we would have a cure to death." The voice says.
"You're crazy, just let me go!"
"Afraid I can't do that. When Sam had told us about you, we were thrilled to hear it. An actual none-threatening zombie. We never thought a thing could occur. We just assumed all zombies reverted back to their most primal instincts, but you are a clear example that a zombie could have a form of cognition on par with a living human being."
"I don't know what you're talking about, just let me go!" By this time I'm crying and the makeup is smearing off.
"It appears as though you have no time for an explanation, so in turn we'll have no time for you. Bring in The Bastard." The voice says and snaps his finger. I hear a door open and the arms wrapped around me release. I'm sore and don't react very quick, this costs me my breath.
BAM! Just like that the wind is knocked out of me, and I can see The Bastard winding up for another kick. I glance around the cellar for a weapon, nothing. Then he yanks me up by the shoulders and throws me against the wall. I can still feel the sting and blinding pain of hitting your head against solid concrete. I slam down onto one of the wire cages and break it open. About half of the cage is sticking inside of my torso, I think I felt it crack a few ribs and maybe puncture a lung. The huge bouncer looking guy, The Bastard, tears me out of the cage sending my congealed blood splatting along the floor. He tosses me onto the floor, where I nearly dislocate my shoulder.
I need to find something, anything to help me. And there it is, like a sign from God. The cage I was in is now open, and the animal that was inside is now running around the cellar.

It's time for some pork.


-Sir Jestro

Green Little Rectangles

I look at the billboards, they're made of green little rectangles. I look at the cars, they're covered in green little rectangles. Out from their exhaust pipes shoot green little rectangles that sway in the dirty air. When I look into the eyes of all the people, the lowest of the low, the one's who beg on the sidewalks: I see green little rectangles reflected in their irises. Their hands are stained with the dirt and ink of those green little rectangles. When I see all the people who's lives are destroyed, nine times out of ten, it's because of green little rectangles.
It's the green little rectangles that turn men into monsters, women into whores, animals into slaves.
It's the green little rectangles that make things so complicated.
I will trade you a few green little rectangles for labor, for goods, for happiness. Will you trade me?
In most cases you already have.
Cut the green little rectangles out of any choice you've ever made: does that choice now make sense? Have you been living for what makes you happy, or what the green little rectangles tell you will make you happy?
My life is worth only [________] green little rectangles: how much is yours worth?
Think of someone, anyone. Put their face in your mind, think of how much you love or hate them. Now tell me: how many little green rectangles would you give for their life? Everyone has a price.
Or do they?
Open your chest up, take out your heart. Is it covered with rectangles, green and little? Or is it covered with love, bruised by misfortune and scared from failed love attempts?
Now find your soul, what does it look like? What do you wake up for every morning? What are you living up to? When will you achieve nirvana? And do any of those questions require green little rectangles to get there? To achieve your goals, do little rectangles, covered in green dirt and greed need to be there?
If not, why do you still live within their shekels? Why not fuck it all away? Give up the green little rectangles and start living for what it truly is that makes you happy?
When we put the green little rectangles before ourselves then we've lost what it means to be human.


To be free.



-Sir Jestro

Strangers Wearing Makeup: Chapter Eleven [A Picture's Worth a Thousand Words]

Standing outside of a skyscraper one almost feels insignificant. From ground level the building looks like its swaying. A saturnine view if eve I saw one.
I finish my cigarette and head into the lobby.
I'm soaked, and I'm catching all kinds of looks on my way through the vivid crimson lobby. Long red carpets extending to their brown vinyl borders, there's even gold trimming on the edges of the carpet. My feet squish and squash as I walk across the carpet, past the thousand dollar couches, past the tiny Japanese tables, past the magazines I've never heard of because I don't make enough. My feet squeak and whine as I cross the vinyl to the reception desk.
"How may I help you, sir?" The brunette behind the counter asks me. Her roots are showing, and blond underneath brown does nothing for her. I lean over the counter, dripping all over the fake plants and the marble counter top. I look around before responding to her and take a big whiff of the air.
The place wreaks of money, crisp paper bills.
"Yeah, I'm a Private Detective investigating the death of Thomas A. Anderson. Would you be able to let me into his office?" I ask her, trying to undress her with my eyes. All I can really see beyond the black top in she probably has B-cups, not bad.
"Mr. Anderson is dead!?" She harshly whispers.
"Yup, been dead for a few days now, babe. Now how 'bout you tell Gus where his office is. Come on, make things easier on a Private Dick." I smirk, she's not biting though. Probably a lesbo.
"I'm sorry, sir. But without an appointment you aren't permitted to go past the third floor." She says twirling her hair into a bun.
"Eh, fuck it then." I say and head towards the elevators.
"Hey, what are you doing!?" She screams.
"I've gotta job to do B-Cup, thanks for your help though." Then I hear a bing! and slide into the opening doors of the elevator. I can hear the clamoring of fast footsteps running my way, but luckily the doors slide elegantly closed, just in the nick of time.
It's funny how everyone standing in an elevator has this invisible barrier surrounding them, I wonder if this is how animals can sense when someone's feeling uneasy. It's also pretty funny how we all gaze longingly at the numbers telling us what floor we're on, like it holds the secrets to life.

BING!

The doors slide open and I jolt down the hallway, speed reading the golden letters hanging on each door. I'm almost out of breath when I catch the right door. Thomas A. Anderson, CEO.
He's a CEO? Wow, did NOT know that. I hear a door open, I turn to look. Three rent-a-cops pour out from a stairwell, but before they can spot me I;m behind Tom's door. I hear their minimum wage shoes press against the red carpet, coming my way.
"Quick!" A voice says behind me. "Hide!" I dive behind her desk that's surrounded by boxes just as the cops open the door.
"Excuse us, Ma'am. But have you seen a man come by this way?"
"No, I haven't seen anyone. Can you tell me what he looks like, so I can keep an eye out?" She says calmly.
"Well, he was tall, wearing a coat. Um, and he's dripping wet."
"That's a pretty vague description, but okay I will." She says.
"Alright, well we'll just leave someone here, to keep an eye on things." The cop says.
"Sir, that won't be necessary. I'm actually getting ready to leave as we speak. Mr. Anderson's family is coming to get his stuff in the morning, so I've got to pack up."
"Alright, contact us if you see him." The cop says and shuts the door.
I wait a few minutes before moving.
"Thanks a lot, I owe you one." I tell her. This girl is big, we're talking: this girl is built like a planet. All round and life bearing, but she seems familiar.
"Consider us even, Officer Green." She says.
"Wait, what?"
"You don't remember me, do you?" She asks. I just make a face like a ate a lemon. "It's no surprise, I've changed quite a bit in four years. But I still haven't forgotten how you helped me." I bite my lip. "Four years is a long time, Officer."
"Oh! Nancy!?" I nearly shout.
"Yeah." She blushes. Wow, this girl really has changed a lot.
"Nancy, how have you been?" I ask then laugh. "Well, I can see you started eating, that's good."
"Yeah, haha!" She's most clearly laughing as well. "Well, after that whole thing with the cops at your...wait, did you quit?"
"Yeah, after that whole thing with you, I had just had it."
"It was really bad. You know, I haven't had a single boyfriend since then." She lowered her head.
"I'm sorry to hear that, Nancy." I said.
"Yeah, I just couldn't look at men, sorry, the same way. Well, except guys like you, but they're all taken or none-existent."
"Well, rape can--I'm sorry, I didn't mean to--"
"No, it's fine. I've stop denying what happened." Then she shook her head. "Anyway, why are you here?"
"I'm investigating Tom's murder." I said. "Mind if I look around his office for a sec?"
"Yeah, that's fine. But make it quick. I've still got to keep face with the rent-a-cops out there." This remark made me smile.
"Thanks, Nancy." I say then slip into Thomas' office and start scanning the place. Typical: files, memos, pictures. Wait, pictures!
There's one in particular that catches my eye. He's wearing a Hawaiian shirt, big sunglasses and sunscreen cheeks. But the thing that really catches my eye is the woman he's standing next to, with his arm around. It's not Allison, it's some middle aged obese woman. I take the picture out of the frame and check the back.
There it is, in black and white.

"Mr. and Mrs. Anderson. Hawaii."

-Sir Jestro

Dreaming of Z's [Chater Three]

I walk into work, I'm not sure how I got here, but the rush of cold air brushes past me and envelopes me. Now every single pore is alive and tingling.
I walk past the blurry aisles and head towards the break room. I punch in the code and enter, once inside I see her. After I look around the room, seeing the table, scattered with junk and half eaten food [note to self: if by 8:00pm that food is still there: eat it]. I see the dirty floor that always smells like mildew, the microwave with time still on it [as if it's too hard to push the stop button]. There she is, on her tip toes reaching into my locker for some reason and that's when I see it, the smilie face I drew on her side last night, when she was in bed with me.
"What? I'm just going to do some word finds from your locker." She says. "Don't look at me like that, fool."
"I was looking at something else." I say. "Where did you get that smilie face?"
"Oh, I dunno." She says. "Someone must have drawn it on me while I was asleep." Then she sits down, book in hand.
"You don't remember who?"
"I just said I was asleep, how could I remember if I was asleep, huh?" She always has the most unpleasant attitude while at work, it bothers me. She's now, nose deep in a puzzle. So I knock on the office door, and wait. She's enveloped in the puzzle, that means I'm invisible, but whatever: I'm about to get paid!
The door swings open and I handle business. When I leave the office, she's gone. I walk out of the break room and head back out to my car.

Her and I need to have a talk later.

-Sir Jestro

Cry Clown, Cry [Part Three of Five]

I've been wandering around the city all day, waiting for the human army to come and find me, but at the present moment...nothing. It isn't until I walk past an abandoned theater that I see some action.
I walk up to the boarded up windows and try to peer inside. I hear something move and assume it's a magical creature hiding from the army. I can help them, I know I can help them. I might not be the strongest creature out there, but power come in numbers and the more we have; the better chance we have at avoiding this genocide.
I knock on the wooden planks spread out across the broken windows. There's no answer. I press my face against the wood and speak firmly.
"If there is anything inside, I am here to help. Look for yourself, I am not human. I may very well be the last living clown on this planet. Please grant me an audience with you."
Silence.
I straighten up and look around, I see humans walking down the street past me, each of them ignoring my existence. I turn around and try to think of a new place to go, but then I hear a whisper.
"The back entrance. Go now." I follow the directions.
The back entrance is a black metal door covered in offensive graffiti and Imperial propaganda posters. I walk up to it and bang my fist against the hot metal twice. A latch opens and a pair of eyes appear. Then it slams shut and the door opens.
"Inside. Hurry." A voice says. I obey.
Inside the theater it's dark, and musty. It smells like burnt wood and dirt. I follow the tiny humanoid further into the theater. He takes me into a small room, probably a dressing room, it's in one of the lower levels.
When I enter the room I see two other humanoids and an orb of yellow-green light.
"Please, sit." One of the humanoids says to me. His voice is strong and powerful. He has green skin and large black eyes. He's tall and gangly, but his voice is soothing. I sit down on an old torn up chair.
"This is a nice place you've got here." I say.
"We do as we can." He said, turning his back on me, looking out a crack through a tiny window; gutter level.
"So you're the first magical creatures I've seen since I've been here." I say.
"We are the only ones we too have met." He turns around. "Pardon me, we've forgotten the introductions. I am Cornelius, a Doppelganger. This is Ulech, a Dromite." He motions to the small bug like humanoid that opened the door. "This is Korben, and he's an Aasimar." He motioned to a sleek looking humanoid. He resembled that of an angel. "And finally, that is Eliza, and she's a Lantern Archon." He motioned to the floating ball of yellow-green light.
"It's very nice to meet you all, I am Pagliacci: the last living Clown." I said.
"Then you know just as well as the rest of us, if not more, that we must fight back." Cornelius said.
"I do. What do you suggest?"
"Well, a few days ago, Eliza was on patrol and came across the scent of dozens of magical creatures."
"Their scent?" I asked.
"Something similar to it, anyway." Cornelius said. "I digress. Eliza found their scent and we believe that The Imperials have them held captive somewhere south, in the farm lands."
"So, you want to spring them?" I asked.
"Yes, and with your help it's bound to work."
"...Alright, let's do it." I said with a chuckle.


-Sir Jestro

Strangers Wearing Makeup: Chapter Ten [Cold Water]

"Gus! Gus!" I heard Christina's voice penetrating through the walls. She was banging against the door. Then I hear a cracking sound.
In the next second I can feel her cold hands clamping against my face.
"Gus, what the hell's the matter?" She asks me, my vision is still blurry.
"I...the...the mountains..." I manage to say.
"What? Gus what are you saying?" She asks. I open my eyes, the bathroom is completely clean, no mountains at all. My head gets very clear then, as if I've just woken up from a nightmare. All of my senses are on fire, but I'm still not sure what exactly is going on.
"You mean, there's no vomit?" I ask.
"Do you see any vomit, Gus?" She asks.
"Well, no. But..." I have nothing to say.
"Gus, what is going on?"
"I killed him, Christina. I killed Thomas Anderson!"
"Alright, calm down." She says. "Why did you kill him?"
"His wife paid me to..." Then I stop.
"What is it?" She asks. I get to my feet.
"She never paid me."
"Who never paid you?" Christina asks.
"Allison. His wife. She wanted me to kill him, said she's pay me, but she hasn't. It's been a few days and she hasn't paid. In fact, I haven't even heard from her." I walk to the sink and turn the water on.
"Why would that old woman want him dead?" She asks me.
"What are you talking about, Christina?" I ask her cupping the down pouring water into my hands.
"His wife, what are you talking about?"
"Allison is not an old woman, she's probably in her mid twenties." I say leaning my face over the sink and splashing some water onto my face.
"Did he remarry?" Christina asks.
"He must have, because the woman I did the job for was young." I turn the sink off and start tearing handfuls of paper towels off of the counter.
"Gus, why not act like a detective and...detect something!" She says. I pat my face off.
"What, do you think I should go to his office or something?"
"Well, that would be at least one place where he'd have a picture of his wife and him, does he have kids?"
"I don't know." I say as I toss the clump of wet paper towels into the trash.
"Well, you didn't do a very good job researching this guy, did you?" She says.
"Shut it." I say.
"You were a much better cop." She says.
"Yeah, sure. But we both know that those crooked cops were too much to handle."
"But you took care of that, didn't you?"
"Not in this town, this town is a rusted hypodermic needle, dripping with the extracts of a million vermin."
"That's very poetic, Gus." Christina says sarcastically. "Well, it looks like you're fine now. So get out, and don't come back until you've figured this thing out." Then a tiny smirk grew on her lips. "I'll leave the back door unlocked."
I smiled and hurried out into the harsh black and white rain.

Next stop, Anderson and Co.

-Sir Jestro

Becky's Diary: DON'T READ!!!!

It's July seventeenth, and I'm in the hospital.
Last night I tore my teeth out of my mouth.
I was sitting at the table, with all three of my room mates. We were sitting there, eating pizza, and for some reason I had a fork next to my paper plate. I looked at it, and in the reflected prongs I saw The Tooth Fairy. He was staring at me, with those huge bug-like eyes and behest of him, I lifted the fork and put it in my mouth.
I dug the middle prong in between my front two teeth and pushed against them. I could feel my gums bleeding, the deep pain rippling into the back of my throat. I could hear the voice of The Tooth Fairy demanding me to deliver payment.
Even though my hands and mouth were shaking I still managed to tear a tooth out. It flew out and landed on Vito's plate, which lay untouched the entire night.
Then I jutted the fork into my gums again and tore another tooth out. That's when my vision started to blur and I fell out of my chair.
I woke up in the hospital, my mouth was full of gauze and my arm was connected to IVs.
I hope The Tooth Fairy comes to see me tonight, I hope I've done him good.


I don't understand when I changed, Diary, but I'm afraid I'll never be back to how I used to be.

-Becky





-Sir Jestro

None Story Post

Well, today has been [thus far] a pretty cool day.
I worked at Music Mikes.
I made 40 dolla's!
I had lunch with my best friend [kind of].
I hungout with my best friend for a few hours, and it didn't even feel awkward.
Now, I am waiting for Anthoneal Davis, otherwise known as "That Black Guy With the Hair." I have no clue what we're going to be doing when he gets here.
Maybe we'll go to someone's house, I don't flippin' know.
I am currently listening to the "Star Force Gemini 2 Soundtrack" yeah, that's right boys, there's a soundtrack. If you both want the track list, so you can download them and enjoy them. I will post them, with a brief description of where they belong in the story. Expect updates as the story forms itself.

Okay, there's something that bothers me. I like writing, in fact--I love it, it's one of my favorite things to do. But it bothers me how I write in phases. Confused? Let me shed some light on the subject.
If you're a writer you'll be able to follow along and relate better than none-writers.
I've started a lot of stories, this we all know, and sometimes I have so much to write for each of them that I can't help but go through all of them, one chapter at a time. But other times, like right now, I can only write ONE DAMN STORY! And I think we can all tell which one that is.
I'm almost done with two other stories too. Two chapters for "Confessions of a Teenage Zombie" and one chapter for "Strangers Wearing Makeup". The stories are finished, in my head, but for some reason, when I sit down with my 'New Post' tab opened--I can't write. The only things that pop into my head are motherfuckers killing each other with badass music in the background. And neither of those stories use badass assassin fights in them.
Ugh...I am distraught.
I just want to finish those two stories, I feel so much better when I do. I need to take a nap or something.
I love Mexican candy, that shit is so yummz!

Well, gonna do something.
Peace!


-Sir Jestro

Star Force Gemini 2 Chapter 2.5

"Now this is the plan. Getcha' ass to Mars."
"What the fu--?" C41212105 shouts not looking away from the road. "Ω, you hit your head pretty hard back there, but you're not Quaid."
"Wha....?" Ω grunts out from the back seat, he's spread across both seats of C41212105's 2008 Mustang GT. "My name's not Quaid."
"Yeah, I know that fucko!" C41212105 says.
"Where, where're we goin'?"
"To pick up **SuPeRfUcKiNgStAr** from work and then meet up with 김재민, he says he's gotta plan or some shit, I dunno, I wasn't really listening." C41212105 says, the glare from the street lights blurring past his face like a strobe light.
"Wake me up when we're there." Ω grunts as he passes out.

"Hey, Uglyass! Wake the fuck up!" **SuPeRfUcKiNgStAr** screams in Ω's ear. He jumps with a start.
"WHA!?" He screams quickly assessing his surroundings just in case he has to open up a can of whoop-ass.
"We're here." C41212105 says with a giggle.
"Yeah." 김재민 adds.
"So what's the plan?" Ω asks.
"Well, we saw [Jestro] go that way." 김재민 says.
"And 김재민 told us he seemed in a really bad mood so I don't wanna take my brand new, not even released to the public yet, 2008 Mustang GT that I drove all your broke asses in, around him: he might destroy it." C41212105 adds.
"Yeah, thanks C41212105. I am standing right here. I could have told him all of that." 김재민 says in an overly sarcastic tone.
"Well, I'm just sayin'..." C41212105 says, defeated.
"So he's pissed, wakudo." Ω says.
"No, dude. You don't understand, he grew fucking tentacles and bit the top half of El Salvador off! Like whoosh!! Arrrch!!! You know? Like that." 김재민 says.
"You really saw Ryan do all that?" **SuPeRfUcKiNgStAr** asks.
"Hey, when did the bitch get here?" Ω asks.
"I've been here the whole time, you ugly Greek...Ugh!" She says.
"I like Ha-Neul better." Ω says under his breath.
"Yeah, but no." 김재민 says. "I didn't see him actually eat El Salvador but--"
"Then how can you be sure he did it?!" **SuPeRfUcKiNgStAr** interjects.
"Well, I just--"
"Yeah, dude." C41212105 says. "It could have been like Criss Angel on TV. Just fancy editing."
"What the fuck?" **SuPeRfUcKiNgStAr** asks.
"Yeah, dude. What the hell are you talking about?" 김재민 adds.
"I dunno, just sayin'." C41212105 says under his breath.
"Okay, just shut up. [Jestro] is pissed and fucking scary as fuck." 김재민 says beginning to walk after [Jestro].
"Scary how?" C41212105 asks.
"Yeah, like on a scale of one to ten?" Ω asks.
"Well, probably a 23." 김재민 says.
"FUCK!" All three of the listeners say in unison.
"Haha, yeah." 김재민 says. "But it was weird, it was like...It wasn't really him. You know? Like it was just raw anger and hatred."
"What...the...shit...?" Ω asks.
"Wait!" **SuPeRfUcKiNgStAr** screams. "That is so weird! Ryan talked to me a few hours ago!"
"Bitch, you trippin' hoe!" C41212105 says, then she punches him in the arm giving him a dead arm. "Ow! Geeze...sorry."
"I'm serious. It was like the second Twilight book."
"You mean, New Moon?" C41212105 asks.
"Why do you know what they're called, dude?" 김재민 asks.
"Wha...? I--uh...I watched, I mean...I've seen the preview for the movie!" He quickly says.
"Bullshit!" Ω screams hopping on one leg.
"Shut up you guys, I mean they're good books!" C41212105 says, digging himself an even bigger hole.
"Don't interrupt me!" **SuPeRfUcKiNgStAr** screams hitting him in the arm again. "Fuck, what was I talking about, I forgot."
"[Jestro] talking to you, like Twilight." 김재민 says, still leading the way.
"New Moon." C41212105 adds.
"Oh, yeah." **SuPeRfUcKiNgStAr** laughs. "So, I was about to get robbed by these guys and duh duh duh duh duh, and then I hear this voice, and it sounds like Ryan's and he tells me to fight and duh duh duh duh duh, and then..." She pauses, they all look at her. "...I forgot what happened then. But he talked to me! Did he talk to any of you guys?"
"Nope."
"No."
"Not me."
"Well, Ha! I'm his favorite!" She says with a smile.
"We all knew that, fat ass!" Ω says.
"My ass is not fat, it's just big, Ugly!" She says in defense.
"I thought I was his favorite." 김재민 adds, hurt.
"Shut up." **SuPeRfUcKiNgStAr** says as they turn a corner.
"It was just a matter of time, I suppose." Ω said.
"What the hell are you talking about, fatass?" C41212105 asked as they walked down the streets of Pompey, the stagnant rain flooding down on the dilapidated city-- an abattoir of joy.
"There he is, fucko. Look." Ω says raising his beam katana, the sound of the water as it sizzles against the hot beam is reminiscent of a bug zapper.
And there he stands, [Jestro] or at least his suit. He's still, staring up at the grey mourning sky as it cries melodramatic tears onto him.
"Ryan!?"**SuPeRfUcKiNgStAr** screams. A single quick jolt electrifies his body, he stiffens in a different position, before slowly turning his head.
"Oh, shit. Look what you did, bitch." 김재민 says to her. [Jestro] turns slowly to face our heroes.
"Dude, it's us, remember!?" C41212105 calls out.
No response.
[Jestro] takes a single step, a car whizzes by behind him. As the bright blue lights illuminate his black body the four of them see his dark red eyes, burning unlike anything they had ever seen.
"I don't think he remembers us, dude." Ω says lowering his arm. "That or he's really pissed I didn't go to his funeral."
"Fuck you, Frank. You're such an asshole." **SuPeRfUcKiNgStAr** said to him, then she cupped her hands around her mouth. "Ryan! What's wrong!?"
No response.
"Say something, damnit!" She screams. The others are starting to feel uncomfortable.
"**SuPeRfUcKiNgStAr** come on, let's leave him alone and just keep following him. He's obviously in a really bad mood." 김재민 says as he grasps her arm around the wrist.
"Don't touch me!" She says raising her arm, fist clenched, ready to hit him. Then [Jestro] turns around and begin to walk away. "NO!! Ryan, come back!" She screams and chases after him, C41212105 chases after her. The others watch.
"**SuPeRfUcKiNgStAr** come back! This is crazy!" He screams. Just then she grabs [Jestro] by the arm. He flings his arm, sending her flying into C41212105, they both fall to the ground.
"Fuck you, bitch! You think that's going to stop me? Well, it won't!" She screams as she gets to her feet. She lets her hands drop to her side.
"**SuPeRfUcKiNgStAr**!!" 김재민 screams as he runs over to her and C41212105.
"What, you don't call my name?" C41212105 asks.
"Hell, no."
"Why not?" C41212105 asks.
"Because you aren't a hot chick with a huge...Wait that's it!" 김재민 says. Then he screams. "[Jestro] remember the ass!!"
[Jestro] stops walking.
"It worked!" C41212105 says as he gets to his feet.
"No shit, dumbass." Ω says walking past them. "I'll take care of this. Yo, [Jestro] we've had it with this shit, it's time to give us some fucking answers!"
[Jestro] turns to face Ω, his eyes are closed. Ω goes to grab [Jestro]'s arm when suddenly [Jestro] palm hits Ω in the chest. Ω slides back on his toes, a few dozen feet before stopping and falling on one knee. He looks down at his chest.
"This was my favorite shirt. It's on now, beeyatch!" Then he charges at [Jestro]. He swings, [Jestro] dodges, rolls to flank Ω, turns around. Ω spins around to find [Jestro] running at him, he swings. The blade is stopped on [Jestro]'s outstretched arm. [Jestro] then spins the blade around, grabs hold of it, and chucks it. It slams into a passing car, causing it to explode.
Everyone stands in awe, even [Jestro] who gazes down at his arm. A magnificent burn in the suit reveals charred skin. The suit grows back over the wound.
"We have to remove the suit!" Ω screams. Then [Jestro] grabs him by the shoulders and throws him into the building beside them.
김재민 runs up from behind [Jestro] but is too slow, [Jestro] spins around as 김재민's fist was coming. He grabs it, squeezes and spins, sending 김재민 flying into the street.
Just then a thin, silver string wraps itself around [Jestro]'s neck. His eyes widen and he places one hand around his neck. He realizes what it is and move at the exact right moment. The silver string tightens just as spins, but as fast as he is, he wasn't fast enough. The suit covering his face peels off exposing the skin. He falls to his knees.
"Ryan! Are you okay, I didn't want to do it, but I didn't know what else to do." **SuPeRfUcKiNgStAr** says, tears flowing down her already wet face. In her hands, the thin silver wire.
[Jestro] looks at her, eyes as dead as a corpse, pupils wide.
"Ryan! Please!" She screams.
"I am [Jestro]!" He screams in a dead and robotic voice as the suit slithers it's way back over his face.
DJ Machete plays Sequoia Throne by Protest the Hero. [To all you reading right now, please listen to the song, because this is the ONLY time all five of our heroes fight...EACHOTHER!!!...Yeah, I know right. ^_^]
[Jestro] turns quickly to see Ω charging at him. He back handsprings onto his feet and put his arms up. Ω removes, from his jacket, a new beam katana.
"Wha!? That beam katana has TWO beams!" C41212105 says.
Ω slashes at [Jestro] , who dodges every swipe by moving his shoulders. Then he plants his feet and uppercuts Ω. As Ω's body flies backwards, up into the air, 김재민 sprints beneath him. He bends down on one knee and swipe kicks [Jestro]. [Jestro] cartwheel flips out of the way of the kick and lands on a car.
"Hey, **SuPeRfUcKiNgStAr**!" C41212105 screams. "Use that wire that you just pulled outta' your ass and let's help these guys out!"
[Jestro] leaps into the air and crashes down onto 김재민. But luckily, the fast ninja rolled out of the way and threw a ball and chain at [Jestro]. The chain wrapped itself around [Jestro]'s neck, he grasped it with his right hand and ripped it apart.
"...Fuck!" 김재민 screamed pulling a katana out.
He sliced at [Jestro], as [Jestro] moved his body sideways he saw Ω's new double beam katana flying at him. He dodged it which left him standing right next to 김재민. 김재민 slashed and swiped at [Jestro] who continually dodged each of them. Ω's beam katana came back around. [Jestro] ducked, and so did 김재민, back hand springing out of the way.
Just then both **SuPeRfUcKiNgStAr** and C41212105 charged at him, weapons drawn.
"C41212105, where the hell did that fencing rapier come from?" Ω asks catching his beam katana.
"Don't worry about it!" C41212105 screams as he swipes and manages to stick [Jestro] in the stomach. [Jestro] looks down at his stomach. **SuPeRfUcKiNgStAr** uses this pause to wrap her wire around his neck. [Jestro] grabs the blade of C41212105's rapier and rips it out of his stomach with so much force that it knocks C41212105 onto his back. Then [Jestro]'s back begins to convulse and two giant tumors emerge from his back. Fire shoots out from the bottoms of both of them, like a jet pack. **SuPeRfUcKiNgStAr** tries holding on to the wire that's still wrapped around his neck, but she looses her grip and falls towards the earth.
Ω wall runs up...a wall, and springs off of it into the air. He catches a hold of [Jestro] and the two begin to twirl around the sky.
**SuPeRfUcKiNgStAr** falls down towards earth and just when she thinks the pain is about to come, it doesn't really. She looks around and sees that she's fallen on top of C41212105.
"Thanks, Carlos." She says.
"Yeah." He squeaks.
Ω elbows [Jestro] in the back of the head a few times, trying to get him to lose control and fall to the ground. But [Jestro] instead, slams into the ground, crushing Ω. [Jestro] jumps to his feet and sees 김재민 sprinting towards him, katana still in hand. [Jestro] clenches his fists and prepares to pwn. He front flips over 김재민 and fires twice with his back cannons.

PAUSE!!!

"But, Mr. Romero. What IS a back cannon?" You might ask yourself whilst reading this.
"Well, it is, in fact, a cannon on the top of a cannon. It allows someone to fire, let's just say a missile, from the opposite end of a jet pack than the thruster. This could be used in any number of ways, so feel free to let your imaginations run wild."

RESUME!!!

김재민 dodges both missiles fired from the back cannons, but didn't, however dodge their explosions. He's thrown into the side of a nearby building and knocked out. [Jestro] sprints and leaps into the air, flying into the clouds.

"**SuPeRfUcKiNgStAr**." [Jestro]'s voice says in her ears. "What the fuck? You DO expect me to use that body again, don't you?"
"Wha?! Ryan!?" She asks, C41212105 looks at her like she's crazy.
"No, it's the OTHER dude that talks to you from beyond the grave. Yes, fool. It's me!
He says.
"You don't have to be so mean about it." She says pouting.
"Alright, whatever, I'm sorry. But for realz, I still wanna use that body, if and when you guys get it back to me."
"What do you mean?" She asks.
"Well, yo. Let me break it down for you." He says, then he clears his throat, which is funny because he's only a voice. "There are these three muthafucker called "The Puppet Masters" and those fools are psychics n' shit." **SuPeRfUcKiNgStAr** rolls her eyes at [Jestro] use of vocabulary. "Well, anyway. These fool freakin' activated my suit and somehow made it take control of my corpse, which shouldn't happen, because the suit only enhances what the brain tells it to do. And if my brain is dead and has been being eaten by worms, then nothing should be happening. But those fucks fucked with my shit and now my suit is acting on it's own."
"So if it's acting on it's own, why does it need your body? Couldn't it just move without it?" She asks, still sitting on top of C41212105 back, his face pressed against the wet sidewalk.
"Yeah, it could and the only person who can stop the suit is me. But I can't just go around possessing people, that's rude and requires a permit, I only had enough to get this calling card. By the way, thank whoever put those two silver dollars over my eyes, I would have never crossed the river Styx without them." [Jestro] says.
"[Jestro] says thanks for putting those Susan B Anthony coins over his eyes after he died." **SuPeRfUcKiNgStAr** says to C41212105.
"Anyway, Hades says if I can get my body here then he'll let me come back."
"Well, that's cool. But why?" She asks.
"I dunno, he thinks I'm missing out on life and stuff, blah blah blah. I'm talking too much, aren't I? Well, yup I'm in Greece so find my body and bring it here, gotta go The Matrix is HBO, PEACE!" Then it was silent in her head and she stood up and stretched her arms.
"What was that all about?" C41212105 asks getting to his feet.
"Oh, that was Ryan. Yeah, he likes me most. He talks to me...in my brain!" She says with a smile as 김재민 and Ω walk up.
"Bitch." Ω says.
"Yeah, so what's up?" 김재민 asks.
"We're going to Greece." She says.
"Fuck." 김재민 says.
"Yeah, I wasn't too happy about it either." **SuPeRfUcKiNgStAr** says.
"Greece fucking sucks!" C41212105 says patting the mud off of the front of his clothes. By this time the Greek, Ω had had enough of their shit talking.
"ELE! Everybody Love Everybody!"


-Sir Jestro

Omicron vs. C41212105

Omicron raised his tri-revolver and fired it at C41212105, who took one of the three in the left shoulder. C41212105 flew backwards and slammed into a tree. He fell onto his stomach. He screamed, blood gushing from his wounded arm.
"You see, he's just a man!" Omicron shouted to whoever would listen.
"[Jestro]!" C41212105 screamed. "My mask!!!!" [Nightmare Jestro]'s eyes flickered and then he tossed a V mask to C41212105. He grabbed it and threw it on. He stood up.
Omicron gasped, but in an over dramatic Dragon Ball Z [think Vegeta] style.
C41212105 stood cradling his left shoulder, he then cracked his neck.
"Quit screwin' around you big dumb bastard and let's finish this." He shouted.
"Everything that has a beginning has an end." Omicron said. Then he charged at C41212105. C41212105 kicked an ant hill at Omicron, the dust created enough of a screen that C41212105 could roll out of the way. He sprinted towards Ω's beam katana.
DJ Machete plays The Birthday Massacre's remix of Never Wanted To Dance by Mindless Self Indulgence.
C41212105 rolls onto the ground and scoops up Ω's beam katana, then rolls onto his feet, not losing any momentum.
"Ha! I thought you just played tennis?!" Omicron asked. C41212105 ran in a wide circle around the giant suit of armor.
"Yeah, that was before The Puppet Masters showed up. After that me and **SuPeRfUcKiNgStAr** both got some badassness." C41212105 said charging towards Omicron.
Omicron drew his gravity hammer and prepared to crush C41212105. C41212105 continued to charge at Omicron. Omicron slammed the massive hammer down onto the earth, where he thought C41212105 would be, but as the dust and bits of torn earth cleared, he saw C41212105 standing on the face of the hammer. Then C41212105 ran up the handle and backflip kicked Omicron. C41212105 landed just in front of the hammer as Omicron stumbled backwards. He flung Ω's beam katana at Omicron who caught it, by the blade, and crushed it in his massive hand. C41212105 then grabbed the handle of Omicron's gravity hammer and, with all the might he had, hurled it at the hollow armored suit. Omicron saw the hammer whirling toward him, and dove out of the way, the ground crumbling beneath his weight. C41212105 sprinted to the fallen body, he dove to it and removed the tri-revolver from it's holster. Omicron grabbed his ankle and slammed him into the ground. Omicron quickly got to his feet as did C41212105, jumped to his feet and ran up Omicron's body, flying above his head. C41212105 locked Omicron in aim and fired, a few times. As he reached the height of his jump he screamed,
"Damn, out of ammo!" and chucked it Omicron who had his arms covering his face...helmet.
"I've got you now yo lil' shit!" Omicron said and followed C41212105 catching him as he fell.
"[Jestro]!!!!" C41212105 screamed as he lay defenseless in Omicron's arms. "Your headphones!"
[Jestro] looked away from the chard remains of his one and only love **SuPeRfUcKiNgStAr** and looked at C41212105, indifferently. C41212105 extended his non-wounded arm at [Jestro] and screamed,
"Come on, man! I can finish this!" Then [Jestro] took the headphones off of **SuPeRfUcKiNgStAr**'s lifeless body and tossed them in front of C41212105.
"Fuck man, couldn't you have thrown them into my hand!?"
"Ha, and not make you struggle for them?!" Omicron said with a laugh. Then he began to squeeze the human known as C41212105. C41212105 screamed as he heard his bones crackling like dried twigs. Then it was as if C4121215 got tunnel vision, a flight of fight type of adrenaline ran through him. He contorted and squired like a snake and managed to escape Omicron's lock-jaw grasp.
C41212105 hit the floor and started crawling to the headphones that lay only a few feet away from him.
Omicron turned and pressed his foot down on C41212105's back, the human screamed.
"You'll pay for that!" C41212105 said taking his mask off. He then threw it towards the headphones, all the while still holding onto the thin little string. He caught hold of the headphones and flung them towards himself.
"No!" Omicron screamed as C41212105 put the headphones on. Then the suit wrapped around him.
C41212105 spun around and kicked Omicron backward. They both jumped to their feet. Omicron drew his five bladed beam katana and C41212105 stood very still, like a badass in [Jestro]'s secondary suit.
"Draw your weapon!" Omicron shouted.
"I will, once I figure out how exactly I do that." C41212105 said lifting his arms like he was looking for something that was stuck to his clothes.
"Enough of this! I have to date with EJ in twenty minutes, she'll be pissed if I'm late."
"Not as pissed as she'll be if you're dead!" C41212105 said. Somebody laughs.
Omicron charges at C41212105 with his blades pointed towards the ground. C41212105 backs up and thinks to himself,
"I really wish I had that forearm blade that Optimus Prime used to kill those deceptacons." Just then a forearm blade shot out of his arm. "Oh, so that's how this suit works? The name [Nightmare Jestro] makes a lot more sense now." Omicron smashed his five bladed beam katana down onto C41212105's forearm blade. C41212105 held the blades back with all his strength.
"I really wish," He thought to himself. "I had that arm cannon Big O had on his arms." Just then a massive cylinder extended from C41212105's elbow. He punched Omicron in the chest and then the cylinder slammed into C41212105's elbow, sending an extra force through his arm and into Omicron's chest. Omicron flew backwards, skidding across the ground.
"No wonder [Jestro] watches so many movies and anime, he uses their moves in this suit...brilliant." C41212105 thought to himself. [We will go more in depth with the construction and programming of [Sir_Jestro]'s suit when we visit "Star Force Gemini Remixed" a new series coming from ATTIC Icons, this winter.] Omicron got to his feet, he looked down at his chest and saw a giant crack in his indestructible armor.
"This is not good." He said aloud. He stood up straight. "You there! Spartan!" He called to C41212105 who withdrew his weapons. "Let's not waist anymore time. This will be our final attack, may the better assassin reign victorious." He pressed the overdrive button on his five bladed beam katana. C41212105 spun his arm around in the air and a steel katana appeared. C41212105 held it in reverse style [think The Apprentice] with his right hand and held his left hand in front of his, palm pointed to Omicron.
They both waited for the other to move.
It was Omicron who ran first, C41212105 was close to follow. As the two warriors charged for each other EJ showed up, and the first thing she saw was Omicron getting sliced in half by C41212105. C41212105 stood as still as a statue and Omicron's torso slide off of his legs.
"No!!! Omicron!!!" EJ screamed. "I will avenge you!" She stood up and faced C41212105. "Draw your weapon!"


-Sir Jestro

Star Force Gemini 2 Chapter 2.4

"I know you're trying to be all mystical and Kung Fu-ey, but could you tell me where we're going?" Ha-Neul asked as she followed the disgustingly attractive 김재민.
"Ha-Neul!" 김재민 shouts turning around to face her. "Stop following me!"
"No, I must avenge my father!" She shouts back at him.
"But your father isn't dead!" 김재민 says.
"Are you calling me a liar, you half blood..."
"Whoa!" 김재민 said cutting her off. "Don't go there, bitch. I'll fuckin'...hurt you."
"Oh, really?" She asked. 김재민 turned around and began to cross the street, illegally. Ha-Neul followed.
"Ha-Neul, seriously! STOP FOLLOWING ME!"
"But I love him!" She screamed.
"Well, we all know who he wants, and it's not you." 김재민 said.
"What!?" Ha-Neul said, shocked.
"Yeah, he loves **SuPeRfUcKiNgStAr**. Not you." He hopped onto the sidewalk.
"Who is that?" She asked chasing after him.
"A girl at our school, she works at CVC."
"That short Mexican girl with the gap teeth?" Ha-Neul asked, then she got hit with a back hand.
"Don't you talk about [Jestro] girl like that!" He said. Ha-Neul's jaw dropped.
"But that's her, right? She wears glasses, has big lips, gapped teeth, a big butt, always wears unrevealing clothes because she has big boobs, and is always glaring. That's her, right?" Ha-Neul asked.
"Yeah, that's her." 김재민 said and proceeded walking.
"That's bull though! Because he fought my father for me, and then...Why would he do that if he--"
"That was before we met her, everything changed after that. Not because of her, she just got swept up with us." He said.
"I have to fight her, for his respect." Ha-Neul said.
"I don't think that's a good idea."
"Why not?"
"Well, then you'd be fighting all of us, **SuPeRfUcKiNgStAr** isn't a fighter. So we'd have to defend her, she's one of us now. And assuming [Jestro] came back for her, the last thing he'd want is someone trying to fight her." 김재민 said.
"I don't care what you say, 김재민. I'm going to do it." 김재민 stopped.
"Then you'll have to start with me." He said.
"But aren't you waiting for a ride?"
"Yeah, but Ω is racing right now, so I've got time to kick your ass."
"You'd better be able to cash that check your mouth is writing." Ha-Neul said unsheathing her rapier.
"I am." 김재민 said raising his hands in battle stance [think Bruce Lee].
"Are you ready?" She asked.
"Yeah."
"3...
2...
1...
GO!"

DJ Machete plays Die Another Day by Madonna. [Don't act like you don't like that song, it kicks ass, you dig?]
Ω tears of the line and hits third gear in a matter of milliseconds. A Toyota Altezza is right next to Ω's RX7. They both take the first set of turns, a sharp left turn followed by a quick right, then immediately followed by an even sharper left like champs. Ω hugs the inside on each turn and by the last left he's a full second ahead of the Altezza. The crowd standing behind the safety railing cheer Ω on as he speeds past them. There's a stretch of straight road ahead of them now. Ω throws his car into fourth and the Altezza is biting at his heels. There's a right turn coming up, it's 180 degrees and is followed by another 180 degree turn only this one is a left and takes them around the mountain, this is a dangerous turn due to the fact that there's nothing protecting them but the safety rail. Before Ω takes the right turn he rolls his window down and flips the Altezza the bird spinning the wheel with one hand, then he grabs the wheel and shifts. As Ω speeds towards the 180 left turn he sees a pedestrian signal him,
"Semi!" They signal him, but The Prince doesn't care, he throws his RX7 into a higher gear and floors it. Now as we all know, Semi Trucks made wide turns and on these narrow mountain passes they have to cross both lanes, holding traffic up completely until they can pass. Ω drifts around the turn and sees the semi, in both lanes making the turn. He slides underneath the semi like a champ and straightens out, flooring it to the next turn. The Toyota makes it too, but rather than go underneath the truck, it had enough space to creep on the inside just in front of the cab without losing too much speed.
Coming up are a et of zig-zaggy curves, Ω spins through each of them like a pro, the Altezza on the other hand loses a lot of time on this portion of the race.
"Come on!" Ω screams more to the Altezza than to himself, even though the Altezza can't hear him.

"Let's do this then." Ha-Neul says and lunges for 김재민. He parries the lunge with his right arm and punches her in the nose with his left fist. She stumbles backwards, trying to get her footing. 김재민 charges for her and jumps into the air. He swings his right leg through the air, trying to smack it across her face. She catches it with her chin and spins around, launching 김재민 back into the air. As he twirls around in the air Ha-Neul runs to where he's bound to hit the ground. She extends her rapier and 김재민 lands on it, then runs up it and back flip kicks her in the jaw sending her into a back flip as well.
They both land on their feet but 김재민 is closest to the fallen rapier, he kicks it into her chest. The blunt end hits her chest and bounces off into his hand. He gets into a classic fencing stance and lunges at her, but instead of piercing into her torso, he turns the blade downward and hits her with the hilt. He then tosses it gently into the air, and passes her, grabbing her sheath. She catches the rapier and spins around. She slashes at his back, he blocks it with the same back scratcher block that **SuPeRfUcKiNgStAr** used. 김재민 then spins around and bends his knees, he then slashes at Ha-Neul's feet. She jumps over the sheath and tries kicking 김재민 in the face. 김재민, however jumps slightly backwards and lands on his ass.

"Ha, you'll have to do better than that!" Ω screams to the Altezza who managed to catch up to him. Coming up was a sharp left turn then a long elongated "U" right turn that cut into the side of the mountain. Ω took the first turn like a champ, and being the cocky bastard he is, decided to take the outside of the long right turn. The Altezza took advantage of that and took the inside, and in turn the lead.
"Fuck!" Ω screamed as they straightened out. He threw his car into a higher gear and chased the Altezza. Coming up was a sharp left turn, that had nothing on the right side, but a three hundred foot drop. After that was a straight away then another long right turn, and then the finish line. The Altezza took the first turn at a high speed, but Ω managed to overtake him, even on the outside. An amazing feat, no doubt. Then on the last turn of the race Ω attempted to perform the inertia drift, a technique where the driver turns away from the turn then back quickly, gaining momentum. They then use this new momentum to gain speed after the turn. Ω tried, but since the rain had only just started oil had risen to the top of the road making the road slippery and hazardous. Ω lost control of his RX7 and started spinning around in circles, while not hitting the wall or mountain. But then that stupid Altezza slammed into Ω and they both slammed into the side of the mountain.

Ha-Neul slashed down at 김재민 who blocked it with the sheath. He crawled backwards while deflecting every one of her slashes. His raised his foot and caught her blade with it, then he jumped into the windmill. He spun around, kicking her in the face and chest a few times before jumping to his feet. She fell onto her back. 김재민 pressed the pointed end of the sheath into her throat, just below her jaw.
"Ha-Neul, this is none of your concern. Now stop. I have to find [Jestro] and stop him from doing whatever it is he plans to do." He tossed the sheath onto the ground beside her. "But hey, when I'm done, if you wanna maybe...hook up, I'd be down." She rolled her eyes and he walked away.
"He really is something from a nightmare, isn't he?" She called out after him.
"Yeah, now we're just need to wake him up, or get him to dream."
"Dream?" Ha-Neul asked.
"For in dreams, we enter a world that is entirely our own. Let him swim in the deepest ocean or glide over the highest cloud."


-Sir Jestro

Star Force Gemini 2 Chapter 2.3....FUCK!!!!

"23!"
"FUCK!" Ω screams as he speeds down the freeway.
"Yeah, dude...23." 김재민 says.
"So, yeah dude. I freakin' saw that ass over here." Ω says as he points out the window of his car. They speed down the freeway. The cold drops of water begin to slam into the windshield.
"Dude, are you sure? Because we NEED to find him, things are getting out of control, we need to contain it."
"Whoa, calm down DR. Kim!" Ω shouts. "But I swear, I saw him over there!"
"Alright, dude. I believe you, just get off at this exit and drop me off, I'll walk around on foot." 김재민 said.
"Nah, I gotta be at the top of Pompey Hill in twenty."
"What the hell does that mean?" 김재민 asks.
"It means grow some wings beeyatch!" Ω screams and rolls down the passenger side window.
"Are you serious?" 김재민 asks with a blank look on his face.
"Hell yeah -- wha!? This is Pendulum! Fuck yeah!" Ω cranks the radio. DJ Machete plays Propane Nightmares.
"I fuckin' hate you, you Greek bastard. I hope you sit on your iphone and it breaks because--"
"Yeah, yeah yeah, because I'm fat. Blah, blah, fuckin' blah. Get some new material, and get THE FUCK OUTTA MY CAR!!!" Then he swerves knocking 김재민 out of the car.
In an instant 김재민 hits the road on his back and swings his legs backwards sending him into a back flip. He lands on a car, he spins around and jumps on another one, then he sees an overpass above him. He leaps into the air and catches the guard railing.
"What an asshole." He says to himself and swings himself over the railing. He hears screaming and runs towards it. Well, it's a good thing 김재민's half Irish, because today he's lucky. As he turns the corner he sees [Jestro] holding someone by the throat. A girl is on the ground near them screaming.
"PUT HIM DOWN!! SOMEBODY HELP!!!"
김재민 runs towards [Jestro].
"Dude, [Jestro] put the douche bag down!" He screams. [Jestro] looks at 김재민, drops the douche bag, and walks toward 김재민.
"Cut...the...strings..." He says.
"What?" 김재민 asks. [Jestro] turns around and starts walking away. "Dude, where are you going?" He runs after [Jestro] and tries grabbing his elbow. [Jestro] turns to face 김재민. In a flash [even too fast for the master ninja 김재민 to react] [Jestro] flips his arm out of 김재민's grasp and transforms it into a double barrel shotgun.
"Whoa!" He says putting his arms in the air. "Come on dude, chill out."
Just then a car turns the corner and screeches to a stop.
"We found you!" It's Ha-Neul and El Salvador. She jumps out of the Chevy Nova and runs to our hero and his undead companion. El Salvador calmly exits the car.
"Wait, how did you...?" 김재민 says.
"Homing beacon." Ha-Neul says.
"Ah, should have known."
"We're taking Ryan now." She says.
"No, you aren't." 김재민 says. "He's one of us, he belongs with us."
"Don't be stupid, 김재민." Ha-Neul says, [Jestro] begins to walk away. "He's become a monster, he must be eliminated."
"Well, tell that fucking guy to do it right the first time!" 김재민 says as he slowly starts to follow [Jestro]. Ha-Neul walks in front of him.
"That fucking guy intends to, right now." Ha-Neul says.
"Then why are you here?" 김재민 asks.
"I'm here to keep you in line." She responds.
"Oh, now you're an assassin too?"
"김재민, I'm Korean. I think you know what that means." 김재민 did, it meant that Ha-Neul had the purity of being badass coursing through her veins, and unlike him, she was FULL Korean.
"But your father told [Jestro]..."
"What my father told Ryan was only that he kept me from knowing about The Guild. Every girl should know how to defend herself, 김재민. What if someone tried to rape me, right?"
"So, we're fighting, then?" 김재민 asked.
"I'd rather not, but if that's how you're going to be...then I WILL stop you." She said. 김재민 chuckled and watched El Salvador approach [Jestro].
He stepped in front of [Jestro], [Jestro] walked into him, touching shoulders [the greatest form of disrespect among human beings]. El Salvador spun around and put his hand on [Jestro]'s shoulder. In that second [Jestro]'s shoulder transformed into two hands and his body morphed so that he was holding El Salvador's hand while facing him.
"Whoa!" 김재민 said half afraid and half in awe.
"It's true," Ha-Neul said. "He really is something from a nightmare."
El Salvador teleported behind [Jestro]. He punched at him but [Jestro]'s back absorbed the punch and held it there. Then [Jestro]'s arms dislocated and spun around to grab EL Salvador. Each arm firmly grasped one of El Salvador's shoulders, then [Jestro]'s head spun around.
El Salvador used his free arm to draw his pistol and shot [Jestro]. The force of the shot caused [Jestro] to release El Salvador. [Jestro] stumbled backward before getting his footing. He then transformed his left arm into a cannon.
"Dude!" 김재민 screamed in overzealous joy.
[Jestro]'s arm started shaking as the cannon charged up to fire. El Salvador teleported a dozen times in order to make [Jestro]'s tracking systems slow down. He stayed put for just a second, that's when [Jestro] fired. El Salvador was standing next to an office building and teleported just before the cannon blast hit the building. It was a huge green ball of incandescent light that dissolved the building, like dig-dug. [Jestro] stood up and transformed his left arm back to normal. He started scanning the area. El Salvador appeared for a second and fired at him. [Jestro] took the slug to the face and was thrown into the ground, shattering the concrete below.
"Shit!" 김재민 said as he ran over to [Jestro], Ha-Neul ran in front of him.
"Stop 김재민!" She screamed slicing at him with her sword, a rapier with a wire hilt.
"Watch it, bitch!" He screamed, parrying her attack with the palm of his hand. She spun around and slashed again. 김재민 jumped backward, Ha-Neul lunged at him [classic fencing style], 김재민 jumped backward again. He quickly examined the area for any kind of weapon to use against her. He dove past her, to the car that she and El Salvador drove in. She ran after him as he ran into the middle of the street, jumping over the fallen [Jestro].
김재민 grabs hold of the base of the car's antennae and snaps it off, he spins around just as Ha-Neul slashes at him. He blocks it with the antennae, her strength bending it near it's breaking point. He kicked her in the shin causing her to stumble backwards. 김재민 ran forward and planted his right foot on her knee then back flip kicked her with his left foot. Just as he landed on the ground she was already charging for him. She slashed with her blade and he deflected it with the car antennae, then he made a quick slash at her face, cutting her left cheek. She stopped and wiped the blood up with her sleeve.
"Are you ready to die, 김재민?" She asked.
"No." He replied getting into a fencing stance, left arm bent and pointed towards the sky, his right extended and pointed towards her. Ha-Neul made a disgusted face and charged forward.
[Jestro] jumps to his feet, El Salvador teleports in front of him and fires his pistol. [Jestro] dodges it, the slug hits El Salvador's car and causes it to explode. [Jestro] charges towards EL Salvador, just as he sees that he tries to teleport but [Jestro]'s arm extends like BeetleJuice and grabs hold of El Salvador. He turns and throws El Salvador into the building that wasn't destroyed. EL Salvador teleports just before hitting it, and falls out of the sky without losing any momentum. He fires twice and both bullets hit [Jestro]. [Jestro] slams into the building.
El Salvador stands on the ground looking into the dust and smoke bellowing from the building. Then a dozen tentacles shoot from the darkness into the rainy night and wrap around El Salvador. El Salvador stands motionless, wrapped in alien tentacles, looking into the darkness of the building. A fluorescent light pops lighting up the darkness for a second.
[Jestro] is standing with dozens of tentacles extending from where his arms should be. The room goes black and all that's left are the two dark red eyes staring at El Salvador. Fear hits him for the first time. He screams and is pulled into the dark room.
김재민 and Ha-Neul stop fighting and look into the building. They see nothing. Each of them stands anxious, trying to catch their breath. Then a dismembered torso and two legs are thrown from the darkness and [Jestro] walks out, back to normal. He walks past the half torso [headless, in fact shoulderless too. Imagine a shark bit you head first, down to your belly button. That's what's left of El Salvador.] and continues into the darkness of the rainy night.
"Fuck, dude!" 김재민 says and gets his phone from his pocket.
"What are you doing?" Ha-Neul asks.
"I'm calling my SFG Crew." He says calling Ω first.
"What bitch boy?" He asks.
"Dude, you need to come pick me up, NOW!"
"I can't, I'm about race." Ω says.
"Dude, Ω! You're coming down the hill, just head here instead of the finish line!"
"Nah, sorry. I can't. Yo, ask C41212105. He's here." Ω says then hangs up the phone.
"Fuckin' asshole!" 김재민 screams then calls C41212105.
"Moshi Moshi!" C41212105 says as he answers the phone.
"Dude...Can you come pick me up right now?" 김재민 asks.
"Sure, dude. I just need to pick **SuPeRfUcKiNgStAr** up first."
"Alright, so when should I expect you?"
"In like 30 minutes, I got forty bucks riding on Ω wining this race."
"Fuck dude! We don't have time for this!" 김재민 yells into the phone. Then hangs up.
"So what's happening?" Ha-Neul asks.
"I'm going to get [Jestro]." He replies.
"I'm coming with you!" She says.
"No, you aren't!" He shouts walking after [Jestro].
"I'm going to get that little fucker if it's the last thing I do." She pauses. "It may actually be the last thing I do." She runs after 김재민.

-Sir Jestro