Attack on Titan Review

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The biggest damn series of the year, I was really impressed by how fast it was made into an anime. It is by no means a bad series and I'd say it is one of the few manga that has it all. The art is a little iffy in the beginning and the artist really got his shit together quickly. The story is pretty solid and has many twists and turns but they aren't pulled out of the authors ass. I highly enjoy the characters and there's a lot of action, and the action scenes are great. The whole damn series is just well pulled off.
As for the anime I'd stand by the statement that it is worth the hype. Great animation, good voice acting and so much more.

Updated Gun Model

I added some more to the gun model :)

Top 10 Action Anime

I know I'll get a lot of grief from this list. I've only watched, like, maybe an hour of anime since probably high school (2 years ago) but I really want to get back into it and I will. Also I was kinda a more casual anime watcher. So here is a quick list with short explanations.

May Sickness

Okay So "May Sickness" is a short novel I wrote my Sophomore Year of High School. I've uploaded on some of my blogs and I'm to lazy to go back and delete it from those other blogs. I also tried to publish it... The point is, as I'm willing putting it online for free I would like it if it wasn't published on other blogs, sites, or other forms of media without at least crediting me and linking to this blog. The same goes more the poetry, I guess. I'm really only saying this because I hope to do major revisions and stuff to hopefully publish it.
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May Sickness: 41

 Chapter 41

Nine days after his death, Michael’s falling body hit the ground.

Michael lay in the dark, with only enough light to discern the outlines of the surroundings. They were simple, large boulders, rocks, and a mountain in the distances, but absent of greens.

Michael looked around as he started to stand.

May Sickness: 40

 Chapter 40

Samantha walked through the door to her house. It was a small apartment on the premises of one of the Churches many districts, far away from where she had just fought.

“Mom is that you?” Came a girl’s voice.

“Yes Carry.” She anwered as she shut the door behind her. A crucifix on the door swung back and forth.

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Chapter 39

Roy’s hands were still tightly around Kevin's throat. He had died several minutes before, but Roy continued to strangle the corpse. His eyes were transfixed on Kevin's purple face, slowly being wetted by the tears that fell from Roy’s eyes.

Regret crept in from a far corner of his mind, to engulfing it entirely. This is it? He thought. This is it?! It can’t be over! I want you to suffer! “This isn’t over! God damn it!” Roy yelled he started to shake Kevin's limp body. “Come back! Come back so I can kill you again!” He started to punch Kevin’s face, slowly breaking the bones of his skull.

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Chapter 38

“If anyone else is going to attack me do it now!” Roy yelled into the void, the emptiness of the street.

In moments he found Kevin. He was hiding in a cemetery.

Kevin sat under a tree in the city’s largest cemetery. “Damn I bet that guy is dead. I just hope he gave whoever a hell of a time.” Kevin said out loud.

“I did.” Roy said as he approached Kevin from behind.

Kevin was startled. “What the hell!? How are you a live? You didn’t kill whoever it was, did you?”

“Three of them.”

“Crap!” Kevin made an attempt to run.

Roy grabbed the back of Kevin’s shirt and slammed him down, his head hitting the tree. Roy sat on top of him. “Why did you do it?!” Roy cried, his tears hitting Kevin’s face. “Why did you kill her?! Why did you do that before you killed her?!”

“Because.”

“Because?! Why?!”

“I wanted to have some fun. Simple as that, now get off...”

Roy’s hand closed around Kevin’s throat, he squeezed. Kevin’s face became redder and redder.

Kevin clawed at Roy’s face, lacerating the flesh, but Roy did not so much as even flinch.

Slowly Roy squeezed the life out of Kevin, his heart stopped but Roy continued.

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 Chapter 37

“I always thought that we would be together.” Roy said softly as he continued to walk away from Gabriel's and Raphael's bodies.

The cool mountain wind whipped through the town, falling more and more leaves. The leaves were changing colour, ranging from browns to pleasant colours like red and orange. They fell waiting to be raked into large piles, later to be composted.

It was the first day of Fall Break for Nina and Roy and they were enjoying the thought of no school for another seven days. They had been together for two months, went on many dates, and generally were in love, spending many hours together each day, having fun.

Roy and Nina sat across from one another in the town's only diner. It was lit by countless lights and music played in the background. They had shared an order of fries and had just received some deserts they orders, two small bowls of vanilla ice cream.

“So... why doesn't your dad not like me?” Roy asked, then ate a spoonful of ice cream.

“What are talking about, he likes you.” She answered.

Roy swallowed the mouthful, “No, he hates me.” He coughed, trying to clear his throat, “I hate you and first chance I get I'll beat the crap out of you.” He said, trying to impersonate Nina's father. “That's pretty much an exact quote.”

Nina laughed, “Well, he doesn't really like anyone. He'll warm up to you eventually... will at least I hope. Don't worry though he's just talk, he'd never hit you, come to think about it I've never seen him hit anyone.” She took a bite of ice cream, then said, “I just ignore what he says.”

“That's good to know, but like your moms the nicest person ever, hands down she's the nicest.” He took another bite.

“Yeah she's nice, but so is your mom.”

“Yeah right! She's pretty violent. I once saw her beat the crap out of a cable guy, or this other time the mail man dropped a package in a mud puddle and she broke his nose.” He stopped as Nina started to laugh, “Like it's funny now, but when it happened it was scary.”

“Come on, that's funny.” She continued to laugh.

The cold darkness of night crept in as they walked onto the steps of Nina's house.

“It was fun today, same thing tomorrow?” Nina asked.

“Sure, but let's order something other than fries and ice cream.”

“Yeah, let's do that.”

They faced each other, holding hands. Nina stood on her tiptoes and kissed Roy. “I love you.”

Roy's heart started to beat faster, “I love you too.”

“I guess I'll see you tomorrow.”

“I'll see you tomorrow.” He stepped from the steps and started to walk away. Nina started opening the door, she looked back seeing Roy walking into the darkness.

She ran after him, “Roy wait up!”

He stopped and looked back, “What are you doing?” He asked.

She ran up to him and grabbed his hand, “I'll stay at your house to night.”

“Shouldn't you tell your parents?”

“Mom knows your number, she'll call eventually.”

They walked to Roy's house, there they spent the night on his living room couch, and watching movies. Late that night Nina fell asleep in Roy's arms, he quickly followed but before he fell asleep he thought; this is perfect, I want this moment to never end.

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Chapter 36

“Thanks kid.”

“What?” Roy asked.

“I know we said we wouldn’t talk but now it’s just me, so listen! For the past two years that bastard was my partner. Prier to him I would go through team mates like they were nothing, well they were nothing. Then that bastard comes along and I’m told, “If he dies, your next.” by he higher ups, in retrospect I assume that’s why Michael and most Agents go solo now. But I agreed and it was pretty cool. We shared the same interest; you know rape, murder the good stuff. But it’s hard as hell to have fun when you have to look after a weakling, you know.”

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Chapter 35

Roy had only ran a block, maybe two, when he sensed something. It made his skin crawl, as if maggots were crawling under his flesh, every now and then taking a bite. A chill ran up his spine, he shivered. What he felt was the desire to kill, to commit unspeakable acts, this feeling radiated off the pavement and buildings. The whole area was like a manifestation of Hell, an evil surrounding everything.

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Chapter 34

There standing in the middle of the road; arms crossed and as tall as a giant, wearing a clean black suit; and with his face covered in dozens of scars, was Michael. His eyes were fixed on Roy, following him as he ran.

Roy continued to run even after noticing Michael watching him.

“Running away are you?” Michael asked.

Roy stopped as he heard Michael and looked at him. “Why would I be running away? I just have to be somewhere else.” Roy said, trying to be nonchalant.

“Where might that be?” Michael asked as he started to walk toward Roy.

“Not here.” Roy replied, “I’ll be leaving now.”

“Why? What possible reason could you have? You’re just a kid.” Michael continued to walk, he smiled as he spoke. He laughed, “Kids today, always in a hurry.”

“See, I don’t want to go into it, I’ll just say this, there is someone I have to kill.” Roy answered coldly.

“What a coincidence…” but Roy cut him off.

“Yes, yes, yes, you’re here to kill me, insert stupid ass conversation. Seriously dude let me go do my business then do what ever you want.” He turned his back on Michael.

“You little bastard! How dare you turn your back on me!” Michael yelled. He fiercely swung his right arm in a backhand smacking motion. From his arm a shock wave followed. Crescent shaped, it blasted through the street, tearing up the asphalt road and slicing through the bases of telephone poles and street lamps.

Roy turned to see the blast coming at him.

As it quickly approached him, Roy raised his arm, his palm facing the on coming blast.

The arc of the blast slammed against Roy’s open hand, separating into two, and hitting two buildings on either side of the road, just behind Roy.

“I spared your little friends back there because they did not deserve it, but if you continue you won’t be as lucky.” Roy spoke slowly with his eyes staring into Michael’s. His eyes where full of hatred, his brow crossed.

“You’re pretty cocky. I’ve killed many punks just like you.” Michael glared at Roy.

“Is that so? That’s too bad, but I have no intention of dying at this moment. Wait! I have an idea, but would you be willing to go with it?”

“What are you talking about?”

“I’m just suggesting this, and I will say that it is pretty far out there, but hear me out.” He stopped and looked at Michael, who appeared confused. “How about instead of talking like a bunch of teenage school girls, we skip to the part where we kill each other.” Roy smiled.

“Good idea but first...” Michael stood for a moment, “In the name of the Holy family, the Great Church and continuing of peace for the world of man, I Michael the Hopeful, here by condemn for to death for heresy by form of use of the arts of darkness.”

“But before we start I want to tell you this,” Roy said as he bent over grabbing, a rock, “I seriously have better shit to do, so this is going to get quite dirty!” he threw the rock.

The rock flew at Michael, at an inch from his face it vaporized. A cloud of dust, formed by the vaporized rock, floated in front of Michael’s face. Seeing that Michael’s vision was clouded Roy launched his attack.

Roy punched toward Michael’s face, but before the strike connected, Michael disappeared. Reappearing behind Roy, he kicked at Roy’s mid section, but before it landed Roy disappeared.

Michael felt a sharp pain in his back. Roy’s right knee dug into the centre of Michael's back. Roy could hear the popping of Michael’s vertebra and he could feel them protruding into his knee.

He felt a greater pain in his leg than Michael did in his back.

Michael swung his arm in hopes of striking Roy with his elbow, but Roy was gone. The only thing Michael’s arm hit was air, completely nothing.

Roy stood in front of Michael, “Damn hitting you is like hitting a brick wall.” He said as he rubbed his knee, the one he hit Michael with. “I almost broke something.”

“You’re quite fast…” His words faded, his body vanished. “But I am faster.” He spoke simultaneously as his fist slammed against Roy’s mouth.

Roy’s teeth shattered like grass, his jaw broke, with bone tearing through skin. His body flew backwards hitting the road; the asphalt tore through his clothes, along with the flesh on the back of his legs and his back. His muscles lacerated, tearing to pieces and revealing underlying bone.

Roy slowly got to his feet. It was hard for him to do so, with the pain and lack of remaining muscle.

Pieces of dangling flesh fluttered as wind blew across it. Blood oozed out of the exposed muscle, tendons and severed veins and arteries.

Clap, clap, clap! Roy slowly and deliberately clapped.

The wounds on his back and on his legs healed. Muscle repaired itself, rapidly, and grew back, veins and arteries reconnected, respectively, and skin grew back. His broken jaw snapped back into place, the wound from his jaw tearing through the skin healed and his teeth rapidly grew back. And finally his clothes returned to their original state. “That was amazing. You were so fast, I didn’t know what happened until I was lying on the ground.” Roy smiled.

“How did you just do that?” Michael asked as he saw the wounds healing.

“What?” Roy replied.

“Heal yourself.”

“I don’t know, it just does it.” Roy tried to answer.

“Well then I might enjoy this fight.” Michael said as he positioned himself in a fighting stance; legs shoulder width apart, left arm hovering in front of his face and his right a farther distance from his body.

“Enjoy fighting? Fighting should not be enjoyed. It should be the last choice, if everything fails and then it should still be despised. It is people like you, those who enjoy violence, depravity, filth, that ruin lives and the world.”

“Didn’t you say we should stop talking and fight?”

“Yes I would really like to finish this.”

They shot at each other like bullets, they broke the sound barrier, and the sonic boom followed them through space. The windows of shops, houses and cars shattered, and the ground shook.

The blows they exchanged were accompanied by loud “Booms!” and “Bangs!”, each connection sounding like the rumble of thunder. Punches and kick each shaking the ground.

Roy’s strikes did little to Michael, a punch to the face met with a giggle, a knee to the groin, noting but a smile. He put his whole being, his soul and heart, behind each blow, but they were worthless. But with each strike Michael landed on Roy, immense damage was dealt, bones broke, flesh tore along with cloth, all soon to be repaired.

They stopped and put some distance between each other.

“I see why you’re so strong for just a kid.” Michael started.

“Yeah why is that?”

“You’re sacrificing your life force and you’re converting it to raw power.” He explained.

“Really? I didn’t even know you could do that. But to be honest I don’t think I’m doing that.”

Michael’s faced showed confusion. “Well then, you are truly strong. Usually people beg to know my name, but for you I do not require any begging. I am Michael of Hope.”

“Well I’m Roy.” Roy smiled again. “Can you do something for me?” He did not give Michael anytime to answer. “In Hell tell them who sent you. I want to have a fan club by the time I get there.” Roy laughed, but he then stopped. “Wait, scratch that, the other bastard didn’t know my name, crap! Guess what, you have to start it. You’ll be the president!”

Roy shot at Michael, landing a punch square on his jaw.

Michael’s head did not do as much as move a millimetre.

Every bone in Roy’s hand shattered, the pain reverberated through Roy’s entire body. “Shit!” He yelled.

He then thought, what the hell, his body was never this hard.

“You were right I am as hard as a rock, but I think it’s more comparable to diamond.” He chuckled.

“Diamond you say,” Roy looked at his hand as it healed. “Diamonds may be hard but they can shatter.” But he noticed something about Michael, he was glowing, even in the light if the day, a slight glow was visible. Roy took a deep breath, a knot formed in his chest. He became depressed. “You won’t let me go, will you?”

“No.” Michael answered.

“I don’t want to kill you.”

“Then give up, and I’ll make it painless.”

“I can’t do that.”

The glow became more intense, the air around Michael swirled around him violently. He charged at Roy, with each step the ground shuck and the asphalt beneath his feet would compress and break.

No, I will not die!

Roy quickly went on the offensive; he hoped to prevent Michael from doing whatever it was that he was planning.

He blindly attacked. A raging fury of blows drove Michael into the ground.  The bones in Roy’s hands broke as he struck, only to quickly heal.

Roy stopped; Michael stood there, unscathed, only one thing was different, one thing which Roy was not responsible for doing. Michael’s once dark hair was almost completely gray.

“To think that I would do such a cowardice thing as this. I’ll make you pay.” Michael cocked back his arm and made a punching motion. A blast of energy shot from his fist and through the street. Tens of times larger than the first, it covered the street side-to-side and continued its path of destruction for several blocks. Unlike the first, which was for the most part transparent, the blast was blue in colour. Roy was in the middle of the blast, its speed to fast to dodge, and too great in power to redirect.

The full face of the blast hit Roy’s body. It incinerated his clothes and burned to the muscle, through the entirety of his body. The force of when it slammed into his body, crushed most of his bones.

Roy lay on the scorched, almost molten, pavement looking up at the sky. The houses that once lined the street were completely destroyed, only rubble remaining, their inhabitants dead.

Michael walked to where Roy lay, “All that shit talk and look at you, your laying on the ground like a whore waiting to get fucked. No doubt this habit runs in the family, probably a bunch of trash.”

Roy was confused for a moment, not understanding what Michael had said, he sat up casually. “Did you just insult my mom?” He asked.

Michael was surprised by the fact that Roy was still alive, let alone being able to sit up and speak. “You’re something else.”

Roy got to his feet, but with great difficulty. “My mom’s a great woman, please apologize…”

A flash of light blinded Roy, followed by a stinging pain at his side and arm. When his vision returned he looked at his left arm, or more so where it used to be. From the centre of his bicep to the rest of his arm was gone. But that was only a portion, the extend of the damage. A large portion of his stomach was missing as well. Almost the whole entirety of the left side of his abdomen was ripped apart. His ribs visible, and mangled intestines falling out of the wound, large volumes of blood fell to the ground.

The sight of his own innards and blood sickened Roy and he threw up, the vomit being a mixture of water and blood.

“Heal that!” Michael yelled, he then started to laugh.

“Shit.” Roy squinted with pain.

But his wound did start to heal, though very slowly. Michael saw that, “No you don’t!” He yelled as he charged at Roy.

His large hand grasped around Roy’s head, and slammed him into the ground. He then grabbed Roy’s leg and whipped him around, smacking his body against the ground, then throwing him. His body lay mangled on the ground, unresponsive. Michael then clenched his fist, a large spike ripped through Roy’s stomach from the pavement beneath him. That had little effect on Roy’s state, as he had no reaction to being impaled.

“If that did not kill him then nothing will, God I hope he’s dead.” Michael started to walk away.

Roy only saw black; he was in a numb void. I can’t die… not until… not until… not until I kill Kevin! If you let me do that, God, I’ll happily spend eternity in Hell. It’s the only thing I want to do, I need to avenge her, I will avenge her! God! Whether you let me live or not, I don’t care! I won’t die! Death you won’t take me! Sorry Nina, but I won’t be seeing you for a little while. Michael continued to walk away from Roy’s body.

“I’m not going to die!” Roy yelled.

Michael turned around to see Roy standing, completely healed and with his right arm out stretched.

Various particles circulated in Roy’s palm, gradually forming a sphere. His eyes where fixed on Michael.

Michael watched as the sphere became larger and larger, “That’s the same as…” He stopped as he thought back to his fight with Felix. It was not that bad when Felix had done the same thing, but he had done it when he was moments away from death, however, Roy was at his prime and magnitudes stronger than Felix.

Matter continued to collect in his palm.

Roy struggles to be heard over the noise caused by what he was doing. “So you’ve seen this before?” Roy asked then thought to himself. When this compresses enough energy should be stored to kill him, this needs to end.

The sphere that was the size of a basket ball, compressed to the size of a golf ball. It glowed with a brilliant orange.

“This is different…” Michael said as Roy threw the sphere, it flew toward him at a great speed.

Michael tried to evade, but as he jumped out of the way he hit an invisible wall. A sphere, like a human size hamster ball, was around him.

The small projectile hit against a face of the sphere and slowly through it. It continued and hit Michael.

Roy focused on containing the explosion that followed. “This exploding would create a lot of destruction.” The hamster ball that trapped Michael also trapped the energy of the blast.

A bright light swept through the city; the glowing sphere, like a giant light bulb, lit up the whole city, almost blinding Roy.

When it settled all that remained was a semi-sphere in the pavement, with no trace of Michael.

Roy was tired but he had to find Kevin and kill him.

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 Chapter 33

The people in the black hoods slowly circled Roy.

“I’ll tell you again if you value your lives just walk away.” They were quiet, Roy took a deep breath.

They started to rush at Roy, one at a time.

One-by-one they jumped on Roy, twelve in all just, a fraction of the total. Their bodies buried him. He faced the onslaught of knees and elbows.

Roy stood stern and slowly he started to struggle. “Get off me please.” His words penetrated through the envelope of bodies.

The hooded people, as if they were fish being pulled from the water, flew in every direction away from Roy’s body. They landed in various places, but they had little to no injuries. Some lay in the grass, others stuck in trees and a few landed on others.

“It would appear that I’m going to go through all of you.”

Roy made his move, running toward his next target. One ran at him, a taller one of the group, a man. He grabbed at Roy, but was evaded. Roy’s hand slammed on the man’s face, then, with almost lifting him, Roy slammed him against the ground. The grass did little for cushion but was enough to prevent it from being fatal.

Roy paused for a moment, his heart was racing and his body was shaking, but within that moment another hooded man was readying to attack.

He jumped at Roy, but did little good. Roy stopped him with a kick to the stomach. The strike caused the man to fall to the ground and vomit.

Determined to finish the fight, Roy, once again ran at them.

Roy was readying to strike, but stopped. He started to notice something, something that had been clear from the beginning.

A girl he was about to hit looked at him in confusion. She’s just a girl. These are just kids; they can’t be any older than me.

He looked into her eyes, they were a brilliant bright blue, and they conveyed her thoughts as clear as day. They showed confusion and fear. A fear of death and a fear of pain. He looked into them and his body went limp. Roy looked back at the two men he had just dropped. My God, what am I doing?

His arm rose and he placed his hand on the girl’s shoulder, no one made any sort of movement; they just looked at Roy, wondering what he was doing.

Roy raised his other arm, the girl started to quiver in fear, “Don’t worry,” she looked at him, “I’m not going to hurt you.” He snapped his fingers.

Everyone fell to their knees.

“I hope you guys stay down, I don’t want to hurt any of you.” Again he snapped his fingers.

An invisible force slammed down on their bodies, pushing them to the ground. They lay on the ground, all still alive. Roy’s hand was still on her shoulder, she looked around at her companions. She then looked at Roy, she was about to speak, but was stopped. “Don’t worry, you all will be alright.”

He removed his hand from her shoulder; she fell to the ground, the same as the others.

“Please don’t waste your lives.” Roy said as he started to walk away.

“Thank you.” Came a girl’s voice. He looked back, though everyone was on their stomach lying on the ground, he knew who it was.

“Just remember this day.” Roy said, once again walking away.

Roy walked in the direction that he believed Kevin to be. Within a few blocks he had started to run; but even though he did not know it, another obstacle stood in his way. Far more dangerous than the previous, Roy was oblivious to it.

May Sickness: 32

 Chapter 32

Roy stepped on the sidewalk directly in front of the school and walked through the crowd of students that stood on the grass.

Soon he was in the court yard, he looked through the many faces, none were Kevin.

“Where’s Kevin!?” He yelled, not particularly to anyone, just to everyone.

Many people answered, but with no consistency.

Roy felt and looked for Kevin. Every inch of the area was in Roy’s vision, but no sign of Kevin. But it was more what he could not see that directed Roy. In a room close to his first hour class was a void. “That’s him!” Roy yelled.

The crowd of kids stared at Roy, all eyes were fixed on him.

And in a split second Roy was gone, vanished in thin air.

“Where did he go?” many people asked.

In the class the teacher stood in front of a black board and was in the middle of a lecture on the Civil War.

In the middle of the room, Roy suddenly appeared. Roy’s eyes instantly found Kevin.

“Who, what…” The teacher started but she was unable to finish.

Time froze and a count down began until others would arrive.

No one in the room moved.

Kevin stood up. “Who the hell are… wait your that guy. But your different.” But his demeanour quickly dissolved. “Do you know what you just did?!” He yelled at Roy.

“What I did! What I did!”

“Why the fuck did you do this?! We’re both fucked!”

“Yeah you are, I’m going to kill you.”

“Why… oh I see so your that whores boyfriend…” He stopped. His eyes widened and he turned his head, on the wall inches from him was a large hole.

“I missed.”

“Shit!” His sentenced ended with Roy’s fist smashing against his facing, jettisoning him through the wall.

Kevin body landed in the grass outside.

Roy jumped down.

“It was just one girl! Is it really worth getting killed over?” Kevin looked at the grass under Roy’s feet, it was turning brown as if the moisture was being squeezed out of it.

“I saw what you did… I saw! The degrading filth…”

“Well it looks like this is it for you. I’ll be leaving if you do survive, look me up, and we’ll finish this.”

“What?”

Kevin raised his hand, a column of dirt flew into Roy’s face.

As he finished removing the soil from his eyes, Roy looked around. Kevin was gone but in his place almost a hundred men and women in black hoods.

“If you are planning anything against me, I would recommend you don’t. It would be in your best interest to just let me be.”

Roy looked through the crowd.

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 Chapter 31

“See you when I get home Roy.” Roy’s mother said as she walked out the door.

A feeling shot through him, forcing him to say. “Mom, I love you.” Roy was confused as to why he said it, but it felt right.

“Love you too.” She smiled at him.

“Bye, mom.”

“Bye.”

May Sickness: 30

Chapter 30

The alarm went off, waking Nina with a loud persistent beeping and a muffled static.

She awoke with a deep gasp of air and with a mixture of confusion and surprise, she looked around her room.

“Roy?” She expected him to be there.

A pain shot through her hand, she looked down, there was a blood stain on the blanket, and on the index finger she had a cut, like the dream, a shallow gash.

“It was real… it was real!” She yelled both in happiness and terror.

She got out of bed and quickly got dressed.

May Sickness: 29

 Chapter 29

“Look at her.” Roy said as he stood over Nina as she slept.

Moments before, Roy sat on the couch in his living room, in the dark. The form, the state, he was in was different from the others. He was not an astral projection, and it was not just his vision.

Roy was still awake, but was in two places at once. His form was not visible, but not ghost like, he did not rely on other powers to manipulate material.

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Chapter 28

Roy stood in front of his closed door, staring across his bedroom. His mind was racing, every thought it seemed, was in his head, what if’s, why’s and how’s.

Roy fell to the floor, his forehead on the carpet.

His head started to throb, excruciatingly painful, pulsating.

Soon Roy had his thoughts under control, but something was still eating at him, like he was forgetting something.

He sled his hands through his hair. How stupid was I to think I was the only one. If I can control people that means others can, if I can peer into their minds that means they can.

But coming to a realization Roy’s eyes opened to an extreme extent, his jaw dropped. “Kevin!” he yelled.

Rage once again engulfed him and once again his clothes started to deteriorate.

“Damn, I have to calm down.”

Roy closed his eyes and started to slow his breathing. He could tell that it was making a difference. But still his clothes fell apart. He then cleared his mind, not thinking. Everything stopped.

The alarm clock on the desk, it read twelve, exact.

He was in the darkness of his mind, seeing nothing, hearing nothing, not thinking, only existing as mass and not a human.

His eyes opened, all he saw was darkness. The numbness gave way to the feeling that he was in a free fall.

“What is this? Did the power go out?” Roy stood up and started to walk with his hands out stretched. He walked far more than the distance that his room was end-to-end, corner-to-corner, or even side-to-side. “What? Where am I?” With the vast emptiness his words made no echo. “Maybe I’m dead.” His own words fell heavy on him, “Maybe that’s for the best.” He stopped walking, “No it’s not! If I’m dead who’s going to stop Kevin? Who’s going to truly love Nina? Who’s going to keep mom company? The people that have lost their live because of me will have wasted their sacrifice, even if two of whom… I killed.” He then clenched his first, “If this is Hell, Devil get your ass out here! If this is Heaven, God get your ass out here!” Roy yelled.

A beam of light fell before him, continually falling from an unknown source; it was bright, almost blinding. Roy looked at it with confusion. The small beam started to expand in either direction, it solidified, creating a wall, bright, glowing as if made of light.

“What is this?” Roy asked himself.

Roy reached to touch it.

Before his fingers reached it…

…a line formed across the wall, perpendicular to the ground. Two large handles appeared on either side of the line.

“A door?”

Roy stood in front of the wall for several minutes, it seemed. When it appeared that the door was static and was not going to under go any changes Roy reached out and grabbed one of the handles.

He pulled and even though the door was massive it moved as if weightless.

Light flooded from the door, only to be swallowed by the infinite dark. Roy covered his eyes and walked in.

In side it was the same as where he was previously at, only instead of dark it was an intense light.

“Hello!” Came a seemingly familiar voice. “It’s so good to finally see you in the flesh!”

“Who are you? Where are you?” Roy asked.

“Seriously man? You don’t recognize my voice?”

“No, why should I?”

“Look around.” Roy did as the voice said, “I’m everywhere.”

“Fine then. Why am I here?” Roy asked.

“How the hell would I know? You came here didn’t you?” The voice asked.

“Well you see…” Roy was interrupted.

“I’m just fucking with you. I know why you’re here.” The voice joked, and with that Roy knew who it was.

“No, you can’t be… can you?”

“I always thought you where smarter than this.” The voice answered.

“Show yourself!” Roy demanded.

“Okay man, calm down.” The voice sounded closer, and a hand fell on Roy’s shoulder.

Roy turned around, he stood looking at himself.

There in front of him stood someone identical to himself. Two Roys.

“Who are you?” Roy asked.

“I’m you.” He answered.

“Stop fucking with me! Who are you and where am I?!” Roy yelled, he flashed red with anger.

“You seem a little upset, I’ll leave and come back when you are in a better mood.”

“Please…” Roy’s face turned sincere, sad almost. “Please tell me.”

“Okay I’ll tell you. What do you want to hear first?”

“Where am I?” Roy asked.

“Damn it, that’s the harder one! Okay, I’ll try to explain this, the best I can.” He took a deep breath. “This is your centre of being. This is where I reside, where I exist.”

“Then who are you?”

“I’m you.” He said smugly.

“Hey!”

“Man, I’m joking. I am you, but I’m only your subconscious.”

Roy looked at him confused.

“You know like the tradition belief of what the subconscious is.” Still Roy looked confused. “Seriously man, your smarter than this. I serve to give you insight, indirectly, I nudge you in the right direction.”

“Oh, I see.”

“But I do more.”

“Oh… like?”

“Well I should say I am more. I hear what you choose not to listen to, I see what you refuse to look at. I know everything about you, and have experience everything you have.”

“Then what’s your purpose?”

“Like I said, it’s to nudge you. Your slow to make decisions and when a decision needs to be made, my decisiveness helps you. There is no time here, so I am able to plan everything perfectly.”

“Then why don’t you help me more?!”

“My reach is limited. But I know something you’ll never know, that is unless I tell you.”

“What?”

“Your limits, your capabilities and your potential.”

“I’m not following.”

“Your, our, power what do you truly know about it?”

“Not much.”

“What limits do you think there are for this power?”

“Well, when I, what do you call it… astral projected it did damage to my body. So there’s a limit like that.”

“Really?”

“Yeah it has to be, right?” Roy asked in confusion.

“Would you still use it even after knowing that?”

“If I had a reason.”

“What if you would have stayed in that state as you did, just recently, if it was your first time?”

“I probably would have died.”

“So you think.”

“What?”

“You were thrown back to your body when it got to dangerous, when it was too strained. To answer my own question there are none. It is like a muscle, they become stronger in time, the more you use them the stronger they get, and they can be over exerted.”

“I see.”

Roy sat down, the other did the same.

“Ask another question.”

“Why am I here?”

“You wanted to escape, you opened your mind, soul and heart and you then fell into them.”

Roy looked down, just staring at the empty white.

“When you leave here, what will you do?”

“I don’t know, but you’ll help me right?”

“Nope.”

“Why?”

“You’ll see. Next question.” They looked at each other, both where smiling.

But Roy’s smile faded and his lips formed a straight line. “What should I do?”

“You mean about Kevin and Nina?”

“Yeah.”

“Let me ask you something first. How do you tell us from them, us with power from those without it?”

“I don’t know, how?”

“You don’t. There is no way from what I can see. And lets say your some random guy, and you have power and is of high standings. And lets say someone else has power but is not of high standings, and wants the other guys stuff. What will happen?”

“He’ll try to take it.”

“Correct, you get a gold star. They’ll fight, but what if that first guy does lose his stuff, what do you think he’ll do to that other guy? He’ll retaliate, and try to hit the other twice as hard, or the mentality that if I can’t have it no one can, sets in.”

“Okay, where is this going?”

“This goes back to you question about what to do. To stop the fighting and the fear of retaliation what has to happen?”

Roy thought for a few minutes, “Someone has to die.”

“Exactly, getting Nina back will embarrass Kevin, and if he is like us, and if he is hot headed, he might go after you, her and anything and anyone else in retaliations.”

“And?”

“So what I would do… what I would do is kill him. There’s just to much to risk if he does have power and is pity. And this might be a double standard, but I would also kill him just for manipulating Nina.”

“So your saying…”

“But a cap in his ass! In all honesty and all joking aside, kill him, kill him and don’t regret it.”

“That’s a little drastic, right?”

“I have had an eternity to think this over, and that’s the only decision, free of any repercussions. It’s not drastic, I’m not rash.”

“Okay I see.”

“Next question!”

“What will happen when I leave here?”

“You’ll see. Next question.”

Roy smiled. “Thanks man.”

They sat in the infinite white for some time without any further noise.

“What else can I do?”

“What do you mean?”

“With my powers, I mean.”

“You’ll see. I’ll tell you this, you’ll be amazed. Hell I’m amazed when I think about it, I’m still amazed and I’ve been here forever. It’s unlimited, boundless.”

“Your pretty cool. I’m pretty cool.”

“Oh mister humble.” He smiled, “Next question!”

“I don’t really have any, guess it’ll be some random stuff. When I was a baby, were you a baby too?”

“Dude that’s deep. When I think about it, I always just reflex what you look like, but I’m always wise and stuff.”

“Humble much.” Roy joked.

“Next question!”

“How do you feel about Nina?”

“Honest?”

“Yes.”

“She’s perfect. I see that she loves us. I love her and hope we can be together forever.”

“I guess I should get going then.” They stood up.

“Okay man. It was good actually being able to talk to someone.” He reached his hand out for Roy to shake.

Roy grabbed it and shook it. “I’m glad to have someone like you with me all the time.”

“After this you won’t.”

“What?!”

“You’ll be alone from here.”

“No... wait!...”

But it was to late, the other Roy turned to light, him along with the infinite white streamed into Roy, the whole of the light flooded into Roy’s body.

“What the hell!?” Roy yelled.

He blinked, but when he opened his eyes he was in his room.

His alarm clock still showed twelve.

“Wait, what? Is this what he was talking about?” Knowledge filled Roy’s mind. He could recall everything, every moment of his life, everything he had seen and heard, every detail. “I absorbed him?” a deep sorrow fell over him, “I’m alone. It’s like we merged I have all his knowledge, and now I’m alone.” Roy looked at his hands, and started to smile. “That’s what he meant, no limits, it’s amazing. What I could do was just a sliver of what I can do. No longer will I have to eat, sleep. This transcendence, it’s something else, I’m barely human.” His words were true, Roy fully understood the power he had gained. He could feel the internal damage and external injuries healing. His hair turned from gray to black. His scars healed, all creases and wrinkles faded. His body was being perfected, transcending human boundaries, closing in on those of the gods. Roy knew what he was capable of now. Thousands of abilities, powers, whatever he would choose to call it, filled his mind. “It’s scary, the things I can do. If the other people are hundreds of times stronger like Lucius said, then they are nothing.” Roy walked over to his mirror, he could see what was occurring. All blemishes left his skin, once fair, a new tone developed, tan almost. “My hairs brown. Weird.” Any stray moles vanished, his body was without fault, in both aesthetics and in build. His mind was sharp, but there were two things Roy noticed that where off. There was an emptiness from him no longer having a subconscious, no one to rely on; and the second, an emptiness filled his whole being, he missed Nina now more than ever. “I’ll free her from his control, then I’ll kill him.”