Throwing Pearls to the Pig [Chapter Four]

"You're a complete waste of time."

I read between the lines, saw her face; the girl who first told me that. Well, she didn't actually use those words, but the implications were obvious enough.

I see her face, in my mind's eye, covered in soft flesh, a warm brown color. Her cheeks are plump and he eyes are hard. I thought this one was going to be the love of my life, turns out I wouldn't meet her until that morning in the bookstore. That was exactly one week ago from today, at first my work was affected by it, but now I'm back to where I should be.

Its morning again, I'm sitting inside of a church, sitting on a pew, with my head down. The humans must think I'm praying, in fact I'm just listening.

Listening to their hearts.

Listening to their fears, their loves.

After meeting Melissa it was like I had warmed my hands, my fingers were toasty. Like I had been outside in the cold and was now warming up next to the fire, gazing into the magnificent orange embers as they chewed the wood.

Now, however, I'm back out in the stormy cold, winds whipping at me from every side.

Someone sits down next to me. I keep my head down, I continue to listen.

"Our Father, who art in heaven,
hallowed be thy name.
Thy Kingdom come,
thy will be done,
on earth as it is in heaven
Give us this day our daily bread.
And forgive us our trespasses,
as we forgive those who trespass against us.
And lead us not into temptation,
but deliver us from evil.
For thine is the kingdom, the power and the glory. 

for ever and ever. 

Amen."

"Amen." I repeat and look up at Melissa sitting next to me. Her eyes widen.

"You?"

I nod. 

"Was I speaking out loud?" She asks, then stops adjusts. "I must have been, such a stupid question. I'm-I'm sorry."

Someone behind us makes a "Shh!" sound. Melissa bites her lip and shrugs.

"Do you want to get a cup of coffee?" She mouths. 

I nod.

"I'm really sorry about the other day," She says. "I was still a little upset about my father's...death, and then you said what you said and I, I dunno, just lost it."

"I should have apologized, I didn't mean to offend you." I trace the brim of my cup with my middle finger.

"No, no! You didn't, not really. I mean, I understand now that that was just your view of death and even though its a bit..." Right now she's making a series of different faces and rotating one of her hands in a circle. "...'out there' I have to respect that, respect you as a human being."

I laugh.

She laughs.

We're laughing together, like a couple.

It might be better to lie to her, to spare her from who I really am. From what I really am. On the other hand, if she is, in fact, the love of my life- the reason I sold my soul- then it seems unfair to keep such a big secret from her.

What she doesn't know won't hurt her.

"Can I ask a question?" She asks.

"Besides that one?" I ask with a smirk. She rolls her eyes.

"...Yeah." I think I can feel her blushing, it feels like that fire again.

"Sure."

"Um, and this is completely a hypothetical question, but um," She's now looking out the window, looking past the streets, past the people, into a place I'd like to go. "let's say we were dating."

"Oh, we're dating now?" I add.

She laughs.

"Well, if you're going to be mean then I'll just not ask." 

"No, no! I apologize. Please, go on."

"Alright, so we're dating and um, I just happen to you know, have a dark past. Like, let's say, I worked in the porn industry or something. Would you still want to stay with me? Assuming before this our relationship was totally fine. Like this was my way of showing you how much you meant to me." 

"Well, would you still be in the porn industry when you told me this?" I ask.

"No, let's say I only did it for a few years after high school, to get some extra money."

"Well, I know for a fact that I'd never want to see the porns you were in, assuming you did more than just model nude. It really depends on how long we were together and how much I cared or loved you."

"Let's just say, that we were hopelessly in love and had only been together a few months."

"As long as it wasn't too far into the relationship, and you weren't doing it anymore, and of course didn't have any diseases, I think I could stay with you."

"You think?" She asks.

"Well, yeah. When we're actually in it, I would be thinking rationally, I'll be thinking with my heart, which is never good. But its more complicated than that, you don't really get to choose who you love and who will love you back. That's how people get caught up in those nasty love triangles."

"Oh?"

"Yeah, the way I see it is, if we broke up and I felt an overwhelming sense of grief by not being able to see or talk to you, than it was either love or obsession." I say and take a sip of coffee.

"Some people say love is obsession." She adds.

"I agree. But only when its both people being obsessed does it work."

"So you'd stay with me even if I had a bunch of guys run a train on me?" She asks with a smile warmer than her blushing.

"Like I said, I would never watch any of the videos or pictures, so...yeah."

She laughs.

I laugh.

We laugh together.

-Sir Jestro

Wait, what?

I'm a little upset with the world, and with myself. I'd like to complain, that's what some people use these blogs for, but however I know most if not all of you are here to read my works of fiction, therefore I'll refrain from entirely bitching.
I'm angry with myself for not being happy with what I write, I write about a page of stuff for a chapter, don't like it, and then close the tab and maybe stumble for a while, or go play Mario. I'm running out of movies I own to keep my interest and it seems as though I'm being ignored. Yes, Liz I'm talking about you.
That's just the way it feels.
I'm also upset that I can draw a comic, of low quality, but nonetheless a comic, and yet I'm unable to flesh out a story.
And I'm lonely, extremely lonely. I used to have someone to talk to, now I talk to myself, and he never talks back, selfish bastard.
I bought Moon, it was great. Cheered me up a little bit. You should all go out and watch it.
-Sir Jestro

Wayyyyy Too Funny and Whatnot

Its so true, its funny!
Ha! And I STILL haven't read part four! :P
-Sir Jestro

Ya dig?

The greatest thing I've ever read, thanks to my main man, Kim Je-Min.

^_^

-Sir Jestro

Under, Over

Take me under,

Beneath the murky waters,

In a place where time makes sense.

Take me over,

Above the grimy clouds,

Baddreamspray

Indeed, these four maniacs will be bringing you all a series of short films. The quality won't be amazing, but I know either the humor or the meaning will be. Stay tuned all my amazing readers.

-Sir Jestro

Dollface [Chapter Six]

As the two massive doors opened the sounds of a crowded city poured out. It was like a waterfall of sound and, blue radiant light. As Tiny and I walked through the enormous gateway we saw the disgusting residents, no doubt the derelicts of Pompey, huddled up in balls. They were shivering and muttering to themselves in a language I couldn't understand. Tiny and I walked down what I assumed to be the main street.
The buildings were covered in blue and purple neon lights that they wore like shrouds. I couldn't recognize the buildings past the constant glowing. It was like visual traffic and my brain was too slow to sort them.
Then the foot traffic began.
Tons of dozens of...residents started criss-crossing as we hit the first intersection. People, trees, giants, animals, humanoid animals were passing each other as we walked through the intersection.
We got onto a smaller street when Tiny stopped. I followed suit and looked up at it. Tiny raised it's arm, my gaze followed.
"A doll shop?" I asked. Tiny resumed walking. We entered the doll shop. Tiny had to practically crawl to fit in the door.
There were hundreds of them of all shapes and sizes. Dolls standing along the walls, hung on hangers, sitting in different poses.
"Hello, friends! How can I help you!?" A stout man with eight spider legs, each crawling quickly towards us, shouted. "Ah, there's no doubt you're here to purchase a doll. So what would you like? What is your desire, sir?" He came close to me, extended his hand towards mine--his long fingers wrapping gracefully around my own.
"We have many models to choose from," He continued, leading me into the depths of the shop. "you see here we have what I like to call the Worker Model. This little lady would handle any sort of task laid out before her. Cooking, cleaning, watching the little ones, anything that you need done, Sir, she can and will get done, and all with our Lifetime satisfaction guarantee!"
"Not interested." I said bluntly.
"Of course not, what was I thinking, you're a man, an independent man, no doubt! You get stuff done all on your own accord, very respectable, sir. Now if you'll come just a hop skip and a jump way's down here." He lead me further into the shop. "This doll is one of our most popular models, designed for the more..." He paused and looked at me with a smirk. "Sexual type of man. She can handle any kind of sexual desire a man could ever want."
"Not interested." I cut him off.
"Absolutely not, sir! It was all a jest." He took me by the hand yet again, this time up stairs. We stopped.
"Aribella?" I asked. She was sitting in front of me, at the top of the stairs, a dead look in her eyes--as if she was lost in a thought, focusing on some image a million miles away.
"Ah, I see you're already taken in by our Heart Model's attraction. She has been known to haunt the dreams and fuel the fantasies of all who see her."
Crack.
Shatter.

There goes my heart.
"Honey, come back to bed." Aribella says, I turn around. Our bedroom is projected against bare off white walls. There she is, flat against the wall, on my bed covered by the torn blanket. She waves at me.
"Well, hurry up! I'm cold and don't want your cold feet freezing me after I get warm." She bundles under the covers.
"But I have work." I say in dead, rehearsed voice. It feels strange, like these are scripted lines my muscles remember. "You know I have to finish these pages before Friday."
"Fine, your loss. I'm sure there are dozens of other guys out there who'd love to have a naked girl in there bed begging them to come in."
"Well, you would know, wouldn't you?" Its like remembering the words to a song I haven't heard in years, the delivery is dry, the timing is a little rusty, but the words are all the same.
"You're such a dick, Jack! Passive aggressive bullshit!"
I remember I'm supposed to pause.
I pause.
She waits.
I remember I turn back to my work, she gets upset and leaves.
But I don't want to do that. I want to go to bed. I want her to wrap her arms around my neck, her legs around my waist, and warm me up.
"I'm sorry, baby." I say.
She looks at me and the projected image glitches. I can see the digital lines realign.
"What?" She asks, her voice deepens in pitch at the end, like a robot.
"Make room, I'm coming." I get to my feet and walk toward her, but just as I do I bump into the wall and the projection shuts off, leaving just the off white wall.
"Magnificent, sir! Simply magnificent! In all the years of owning this doll shop I have never seen something like that, a memory projection, absolutely amazing!" The man tells me.
"I bet." I tell him.
"So, sir. It appears as though you've either lost your 'Aribella' or you're looking for her."
"Yes."
"Might I offer you this, a hound dog, trained just to find your Aribella."
"No, thanks." I leave the doll shop. Outside Tiny is still waiting.
"No luck, she wasn't there." I tell it. Tiny puts it's head down in defeat. "Its alright, we'll go get something to eat and start again."

-Sir Jestro

An Edit

So as the days tick by, and I get closer and closer to 21, which can just symbolize thirty for the people in my family, and seeing as how my great grandfather just died a few days ago, I find myself wanting to leave something behind.
Sure I'll probably leave more of a lasting impression on those who've actually met me, but I really want to leave my legacy behind in words and images. We'll always have the internet, from here on out, so my face will be remembered by future robot aliens some thousand years from now, and they'll worship Baddreamspray, but that's not a true and full impression of who I am, who I was.
Its also a truth that peoples' memories can bend and warp what really happened, or even worse, erase and forget the past, as we've all seen the once perfect, Elizabeth do. It still stings to think of such depressing issues, and that's just the thing with me, perhaps us all even. When things are at their worst I find myself looking to the past and asking myself, why?
How did I get here?
What went wrong?
Its often a struggle for me to look to the future, such an intangible place, and become happy.
I should be looking toward the past, to all the good and happy things and using those, not the depressing ones, to form my future, better yet, form my present.
Which is why I've decided, rather than begin several new stories and picking the best one out of those to be published, I should just take an old one and perfect it. The hardest part is accomplished, the actual writing! Now I have to spend hours slaving and editing it, throwing stuff away and revising things.
Why?
Because my mother still thinks I don't cuss, because my father doesn't know just how far my imagination can go. They still look at me as a child, but when they were my age, they had two kids!
Some redemption should be brought to our name, some type of acknowledgment. Romero should be more than a name synonymous with zombies (not that I mind).
So all of my devoted readers; which story (that's completed) should I pursue in getting published by HEAVILY editing, I cringe re-reading my own work. That needs to change.
So please, leave me some comments, so I know you're all still out there.
I love you all, be safe.

-Sir Jestro

Throwing Pearls to the Pig [Chapter Three]

"You're fucking crazy." She says to me, then she turns to leave. I want to turn around and leave. I've said too much already, if I follow her no good will come of it.
"I don't know who Crazy is and I'm definitely not fucking her." I say running in front of her.
"Will you please leave me alone you asshole?" I see my humor is meaningless.
"Let me explain first." I plea.
She stops walking, rolls her eyes, and breathes heavily out her nose.
"...Well...!?" She beckons.
"I uh...Let me start by saying; Hi. I'm Issac." I extend my hand, she doesn't even look at it. "Alright, I see."
She starts walking again.
"What if I told you I was a Grim Reaper?"
"I'd get away from you as soon as I could." She responds.
"Well, the truth is; I am a Grim." I say.
"A Grim?" She asks.
"Yes, there're tons of us, all over the place." I say, becoming desperate.
"Will you please-" I cut her off.
"Listen to me, there's no real easy way to say this, but the truth. I sold my soul to God to find true love."
"I'm calling the cops." She says as she turns a corner.
"No, wait." I plea again. "I sold my soul to find you."

She stops, her hand pressed against a door with the words, "Employees Only" written on it. She doesn't turn around.
"I became a Grim to find you, only I didn't know it would be you, or if you even really existed, but now that we've met I know, I just-"
"Stop. You crossed the line with the remark about my father, now you're just digging yourself a deeper grave." She says.
"You don't understand, I love you." I say.
"We just met!" She screams, turning around.
"I'm well aware of that...?" I say.
"You don't even know my name." She responds.

I don't.

"Melissa!" She says.
"Melissa." I repeat. "Melissa, I know this all sounds a little-"
"More like a lot!"
"Yes, a lot out-there, but trust me, what I'm saying is true."
"I don't believe you, now please leave." She says and walks behind the "Employees Only" door. I stand, defeated and tired.

My heart hurts. That's the first time in twelve years that my heart has felt anything. I miss feeling so human.

-Sir Jestro

A Request, A New Adventure

Carrios has asked me to write a new, shorter and more personal speech for his 'after-getting-married-dinner' which I expect to be sometime in March or April.
I kind of just want to use the same speech I already have in my head, but that's for a big room, not just four of us (and see I'd like to have a date of my own for that night, but sadly I don't think that will happen) so now I'm starting to wonder what I can do.
Hmmmmm (that is a verbal representation of me thinking)....
Today I met a girl who drew the most amazing picture for me; a giant squid (I love squid!) fighting a giant robot. The robot looks like the service bot (I think that's his name) from Marvel vs. Capcom. Its an amazing picture, I stand in awe of her artistic abilities.
Updates on my artistic endeavors; I'm getting better, at least that's what people tell me and I have to say, I feel as though I have a nature ability for it, and hope I continue to pursue it. I guess that will be my new years resolution: Becoming better at drawing or some type of painting, and eventually making my own comic (all by the end of the year).
I apologize to all of my readers who prefer my writings over my rants, but believe me when I say, it'll be worth the wait.
I hope you're all keeping well and now for a quote from my favorite band, Nine Inch Nails;
"Shame on us, doomed from the start, may God have mercy on our dirty little hearts,
Shame on us, for all we have done, and all we ever were, just zeros and ones."
- Zero-Sum



-Sir Jestro

Micro-vision

I'd like to just throw some things out in the open, if I might.
There's been something that's been scratching my insides as of late; an idea.
Something I can't put my finger on, or couldn't until just recently.
What is this idea, you might ask?
Micro-vision, is what I'm going to call it.
I'm sure I'm making even less sense now than I was above, let me elaborate.
Its no secret that my favorite piece of literature is Lewis Carroll's "Alice's Adventures in Wonderland" and "Through the Looking Glass". For the longest time I couldn't understand why that was, I mean, its not really THAT great of a story. But what I've come to find, in the short years of my life is that, as we get older our intentions seem to shift. We seem to be taken away, either by our choosing or by society or religion or what have you, from ourselves.
Ask someone what they want to do with their lives, they'll tell you something that won't happen for years. They tell you their whole plan, what they wish to accomplish, they tell you their goal. They don't tell you:
"I want a new cell phone."
"I want to watch a view with someone very special to me."
"I want to get home and sleep."
"I want to make my friends laugh."
and so on.
What I want to know is why we don't think this way anymore. When we were younger that was our thinking. It was so naive, which is how most characters in 'Alice' were. But I don't see these things as being naive. Its just micro-vision.
Seeing the millions of little pieces that make up the lives around you. Stating the obvious.
Take this quote by The King of Hearts for example:
"Begin at the beginning and go on till you come to the end: then stop."
And a doorknob,
"Read the directions and directly you will be directed in the right direction."
and Alice herself,
"I can't explain myself, I'm afraid, Sir, because I'm not myself you see."
There's something about these quotes that's missing in the world today, and I think we can all grow as humans if we follow how simple it is.
I've ranted for far too long.
Back to the stories, shall we?


-Sir Jestro

Star Force Gemini 2 Chapter 2.5 Third Draft

"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.
"What did you say, Frank?" **SuPeRfUcKiNgStAr** asks.
"That I like Ha-Neul better! You're a fuckin' bitch!"
"How am I a bitch?" She asks, getting defensive.
"You wouldn't let [Jestro] dick you down!" Ω screams.
"I have a boyfriend!"
"Fuck that guy, he's a damn tool! LAWLZ!"
"Yeah." 김재민 adds.
"Stay outta this!" **SuPeRfUcKiNgStAr** shouts. "And you're just jealous, Frank."
"Jealous? Bah! I'm pissed, you could have at least let [Jestro] put one of his fingers in your vag."
"That's rude!" She screams.
"You'd have liked it!"
"Ugh!" She screams.
"But on the real, you like [Jestro], don't you?" Ω asks. No response.
"...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!" Ω and C41212105 say in unison, **SuPeRfUcKiNgStAr** doesn't say anything, because even though she knows the inside joke, she'd rather just be a hater and ruin the flow.
"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.
"What's really funny is, she didn't even go to his funeral, her sister called her to go to lunch, she bailed on his ass." C41212105 says to Ω in a whisper.
"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 [the car] 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.
김 재민 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, imagine a gun that shot from both ends of the barrel. 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.
"Not so fast, you son of a bitch." Ω screams. He grabs 김재민's body and throws it into the air then he runs up the side of one of the nearby buildings. He leaps off and grabs 김재민's body to jump even higher into the sky, with that extra jump he managed to grab [Jestro].
"Wow, his fat ugly ass actually did it." **SuPeRfUcKiNgStAr** says.
"Yeah, now can you get off of me please?" C41212105 asks.
"In a minute, I'm tired."
"But we need to use an EMP."
"Why?" She asks.
"To deactivate the suit you iget!"
"What did you call me!?" **SuPeRfUcKiNgStAr** screams as she jumps to her feet.
"You know, if you spent half as much effort in remembering the things [Jestro] had told you while he was alive that you spend on that toll of a boyfriend of yours, you'd be a lot better off."
"What the hell does THAT mean?" She asks.
"It means he must have wasted a lot of time and energy on you." C41212105 says walking to 김재민's body.
"Well, he didn't have to!" She says, following him.
"You can stand there and bitch about spilled milk all you want, but the fact of the matter is; he DID spend that time on you, and there's no undoing that." C41212105 rolls 김재민 over and starts searching his pockets.
"What are you looking for?"
"An EMP, like I said when you were sitting on me!"
"Geeze, you're rude."
"That's the kettle calling the pot black." C41212105 says.
"What do you mean?" She asks.
"I honestly don't know what he saw in you besides that ass and maybe those lips." C41212105 says still searching the pockets.
"He liked my personality and my honesty."
"Well, those ARE traits he'd like but still..." C41212105 stands up.
"What do you mean, but still?"
"Shut up for a minute, kay?" C41212105 asks.
"Don't tell me to shut up!" Just then C41212105 threw the tiny little metallic ball into the sky. Then there was a loud crash and two bodies landed in the middle of the road.
"About time, Weinburg!" Ω says as he gets to his feet. They all surround [Jestro].
"Is he dead?" **SuPeRfUcKiNgStAr** asks. C41212105 and Ω look at her.
"Yes, bitch!" They say.
"You'd know that if you were paying attention, or if you went to his damn funeral.
"My sister called me to get lunch, sorry." She says.
"Your apologizes are meaningless." 김재민 says walking into the circle.
"Yeah." C41212105 agrees.
"Shit dawg!" A voice says on the top of one of the nearby buildings. The four of them look toward the voice.
"Who the fuck's there!?" 김재민 screams.
"Yo, dawg is that a chick with you guys, dawg?" The voice asks.
"Yeah, but who the hell are you?" 김재민 shouts back.
"Yo, dawg. Can she cook, dawg?" The voice said, then started giggling.
"Can you cook?" 김재민 asks.
"Kinda." **SuPeRfUcKiNgStAr** says.
"She says 'kinda'!" 김재민 shouts.
"Yo, dawg. How long is her hair?" The voice shouts back.
"What the fuck is this guy's problem?" 김재민 asks. He looks at **SuPeRfUcKiNgStAr**.
"Like middle back." She responds.
"She says 'like middle back'." 김재민 shouts.
"Ho ho ho!" The voice laughs. "Yo, dawg. Ask her if she likes black guys."
"Fuck no!" **SuPeRfUcKiNgStAr** screams.
"Why not, female?" The voice asks as the figure jumps down to face the SFG Crew.
"Because they're greasy." She says.
"You musta' never been wit a black guy then, dawg!" The black guy says and then starts laughing.
"I don't get it." C415212105 says.
"Yeah, dick. What the fuck is your deal? Why the shit were you on the top of that building?" Ω asks.
"Well, I got like these powers and shit dawg, you white people wouldn't know anything about that though." The voice says.
"Let's throw down then." Ω says.
"Haha! You wish you could touch me, dawg!" The character says.
"What's your name, or should we just call you, 'That Random Black Guy Number One'?" **SuPeRfUcKiNgStAr** asks. The black guy then cocked his head to the side and almost glared at her.
"Don't look at her like that, ass!" C41212105 says getting super defensive.
"Yo, dawg you humans can call me, Cazad, The Great, ya dig?" He says.
"Nah, not happening. We already have a 'Great' in our party." Ω says.
"Who?" Cazad, The Great asks.
"This guy." C41212105 says, pointing at [Jestro].
"Haha! This nigga? Tell me why I was controlling his ass, Dawg!" Cazad says with a laugh.
"...Um, Mr. Cazad." C41212105 starts. "None of us know why you were controlling him, so we can't tell you why."
Cazad gives C41212105 a death stare which will from this point be referred to as "The Kevin Stare" similar to the "Nightmare Stare" only a lot more black and not in the Gothic sense of the word either.
"Well, dawg. Me and the homies are gonna take over the world, right? And since this nigga was the strongest in the world, we took control of his body." Cazad says.
"Why are you telling us all of this?" Ω asks.
"Its not like you wouldn't find it out by just going along." Cazad says.
"God, this guy's an idiot." 김재민 says.
"Yo, dawg. So this nigga's soul's in hell, right?" Cazad says.
"Why did Ryan go to hell? He didn't even believe in God!?" **SuPeRfUcKiNgStAr** screams.
"Well, I guess since he quoted the bible right before he died-"
"Yo, dawg. I'm talkin' here." Cazad cut C41212105 off. "Yeah, his ass in hell and we usin' his body to take over the world, ya dig?"
"Oh, my god! You just told us, in the second chapter, what your evil plan was! You're such an idiot!" 김재민 says.
"Let's go, you guys. Cazad already told us what the plot was, our work here is done." Ω says as he and C41212105 walk to C41212105's car, the others follow.
"Yo, dawg!" Cazad's voice faded into the thunder.
"I'm getting too old for this." Ω says as he gets into C41212105's car.


-Sir Jestro