Monday, 16 January 2012

Sky High II :Sky is the limit

I suggest you read Sky High (If I should die...: Sky High http://bit.ly/zomJIQ ) before you read this.
The illustration is by the talented Lo,my good friend and Cohort.

Sky let himself free fall through the air. The wind whispering in his ears and blowing through his clothes usually had a calming effect. But not today. He could see the chaos in the distance,he could almost smell the death. The air around 'The Evil',as the menace had come to be known;was blackened and almost like the night. Purple lightning licked the sky and swatted any flying supers or threats to The Evil. Thunder boomed as the purple flashes crackled in the ether,tarnishing the hopes of many. The military's largest tanks and biggest baddest guns had been brought out to neutralise the threat,but only seemed to annoy The Evil even more.
Sky gulped and then nose dived into the forest below him,being careful to avoid the branches. He set his feet on the ground softly and looked around. The battle raged on kilometres away from where he was. The green leaves whispered when the wind blew,telling the rest of the forest about the despair that lay ahead. Sky went into a fighting stance when he heard something crashing through the trees. He thought he was being attacked but couldn't tell where the attacker was coming from.
"Uuum,dude....HEY! Could you get me down from here?" a voice said from somewhere in the trees. Sky looked up and darted his eyes from tree to tree. "Over here!" the voice yelled. The owner of the voice had his parachute tangled in the branches between two trees. Sky was surprised at how he could still be suspended up there,considering his weight. This guy had the belly the size of a giant watermelon.
"Okay,hold on." Sky floated toward this large young man held captive by his own parachute.
"I would free myself,but not even my weight could break THIS fall."
Sky wrapped his arms under the larger man's own arms. "Alright,un-fasten the strap now"
It was like catching a falling sack of heavy sand,this guy had Sky wishing he had superhuman strength as well as the ability to fly.
"Thanks man! Would have sucked eggs if I missed the fight coz I was stuck in a tree! Sucked ostrich eggs if I got KILLED while I was stuck in a tree!" he said.
"My name's Freddy the flame,but my friends call me Tubby,Fatso or Freddy the fat. But I prefer Freddy the flame. See,I'm a Pyro." Freddy conjured up a flame from his palm to show Sky his pyrokinetic powers.
"My name is Sean," Sky said,"but my friends call me Sky. I prefer Sky".

They walked through the large forest in the direction of the battle. Freddy talked most of the way,sharing his experiences and tales of bravado. Most of which were part fiction. He told Sky that he'd had a hard time controlling his powers. He said once, when he was younger,he had almost burnt his room and the house down when he burped. "My step dad almost left us soon after that. But he stayed when we got a huge insurance settlement. Had me involved in a couple more insurance scams after that. Got some neat stuff from them though." He said,"But now I generally stay away from fizzy drinks. And spicy food. You never know what might come out my other end."
Sky laughed. He told Freddy about how he'd been fighting crime in his neighbourhood. "I like to help. And knowing Ma' is safe just makes me happy. Plus being a superhero is cool too," he said smiling.
They met a number of supers from the plane on their way. All of whom had been recruited by The Suit. Until recently,people with special abilities hadn't been many. And if they were,they had kept to themselves. But every once in a while videos of people performing miraculous feats would pop up on the internet. The suits had probably kept things under wraps like all secret organisations do. Some of the recruits said they had received training and had worked with the suits for some time.

Tanks and all sorts of hi-tech military weapons and vehicles lined the edge of the forest as Sky and the recruits approached an adhoc camp. Freddy held up his arm sideways to stop Sky and let the other recruits pass. One recruit ran past them at super speed,leaving a trail of dust behind him.
"What's the matter?" asked Sky.
"Dude,are you nervous as I am?"
"Yeah,I have a lump in my throat and my heart is racing like speedy over there." Sky replied pointing in the direction of the dust.
"Well,I have something to calm the nerves" said Freddy the flame as he reached into his pocket. He pulled out a small joint and held it up to Sky's face.
"....I don't know man...I--"
"C'mon! I can't do it alone! Plus we'll be a lot calmer"
Sky thought about it and then shrugged. Freddy put the joint to his mouth and flicked his thumb to light it. He took two puffs and passed it to Sky. Sky took two puffs as well and passed it back to his new friend.

As soon as the euphoria began to set in,a large muscular man stood in front of Sky and Freddy. They hadn't noticed him until he was almost literally in their faces. Freddy threw the joint to the ground and stepped on it to put it out. But it was too late.
The man towered above them and had his arms behind his back. He inhaled and exhaled deeply in quick breaths,as if to sniff them. His eyes moved from Sky to Freddy and from Freddy to Sky. Neither of the boys could meet his gaze.
"Why did you put that out?"
"Well....uum...b-because...",stuttered Freddy.
"What if I wanted a hit?" said the man.
The two boys raised their eyebrows.
"Well,I have anoth--"
"Come," the man said,"I want to show you something."
What they saw as they walked through the small camp was nothing less than gruesome. One man was struggling with consciousness and had only one wing.
"That monstrosity grabbed this guy and ripped off his wing with his teeth. Now no super with flight abilities will go near that thing,they're afraid they aren't fast enough."
The casualties seemed to get worse as they walked on. Many had been dismembered,some twisted into pretzels and others electrocuted. Some equipment and weapons had been destroyed and discarded in a kind of scrap metal grave. The faint hearted had left to go back home. And so had the deceased.
"This is probably all over the news as we speak. There should be panic and unrest spreading through the town." said the man," Good people have died here over the last few days including Wonderman. So we have no time for cigarette breaks and trips to lala land."
And with that he walked off,leaving Sky and Freddy feeling guilty and afraid.

"Don't let him shake you boys,Harry is a little hard on everyone,but he's a good guy." a voice said from behind them. A man in uniform came and put his arms around the back of their necks.
"What's HIS story?" asked Sky.
"Well,way I heard it,Harry Hardman has always been a tough guy. But he became even tougher when he came back from the dead."
"From the dead? You mean he's a ghost?" Freddy said.
"No,apparently he made a deal with the devil. Its not certain if that's how he got his monstrous strength,but he's really strong. He blames himself for that thing we are facing now. He thinks the devil sent it." ,said the man.
"I'm General Mwansa by the way. I have no abilities. This sexy lady here is The Siren, she has banshee-like powers." Said the General as a woman walked up to them.
"We have new information General. Someone from the front line made it back and says they found a weakness."
"What? That's excellent! Hardman! Hardman!" ,shouted the general. Harry Hardman came jogging.
"What is it General?"
"Brief him Siren."
"Well Boomerang came back and said he may have found a weakness in that thing. Said he noticed it cringed and was in pain when he flew and hit it in it's chest.",she said,"But unfortunately he didn't hit it hard enough and is injured now."
"We need to focus all our fire power on his chest then.",the General said.
"Yeah,but that thing is swatting all we have or striking it with lightning!",said Harry.
The two went on arguing about which strategy would be best,Siren also giving her opinion here and there. Sky and Freddy kept silent. Sky's mind was racing and he was really uneasy. Would they survive this? If they couldn't stop this threat,who would? He thought about his mother and whether she was watching all that was happening. He hated it when his Ma' panicked. He hated it when she was afraid. This thing had to be stopped. And it had to be stopped now.
"Focus all remaining fire power on the target's chest area!" General Mwansa blasted through a Walkie-talkie.
Sky suddenly jetted up to the clouds with no word and flew in the direction away from the fight.
"Where is he going?" Siren asked
"Probably home to his mummy," said Harry,"I knew that kid had no heart."
Before they could continue talking,Sky soared through the air above them,zooming toward The Evil. The air screamed as he cut through it as fast as he could.
"Is he going to do what I think he is?" Said Freddy.
"Oh my God! He's going to try and shoot through its chest!" screamed Siren.
They all looked at Sky as he flew at a blinding speed. Even he didn't know how fast he could go until then. Faster and faster he went slicing through the blue yonder. Until *BANG*,Sky had broken through the sound barrier and caused a sonic boom. The Evil did not notice Sky torpedo toward it until it was too late. Sky pierced through its colossal body like a hot machete through butter. The monstrosity fell to the ground. Sky crashed through some trees and everything went black.
When the others got to where Sky had fallen,he was covered in a mixture of blood and black goop.
"See Mr.Hardman," Freddy said,"you said he had no heart. Now he's covered in nothing but heart."

Friday, 18 November 2011

Nosferatu Diaries.

He believed he had been done an injustice. His kind and their image had been done the most unfair injustice through the ages. He often tossed this thought around in his pale bold head. He thought about it as he watched the man through the skylight window. The man roused from his sleep in a startle. From a nightmare or from the eerie presence he thought he felt, he wasn't certain. The creature followed him along the top of the roof, scaling it like a deathly cat. Its claws quietly scratching the concrete ceiling, crawling stealthily to the hallway as the unsuspecting man walked through his mansion towards the kitchen. The hallway's roof and walls were made entirely of glass, a sickle of a moon cut in faint shards of moonlight. The man yawned unaware of the movement above him. The creature, unable to cast a shadow because its soul was cursed to roam between the heavens and hell forever. The man stopped and looked skyward. A chill ran through his body when he did not see whatever it was giving off the strange presence he was feeling. 'It’s a shame his blue blood cannot keep him warm,' the creature thought to itself. But he had learnt long ago that nobles had no fire in their blood; that they were spineless creatures that trembled when their wealth or greedy existence was threatened.

Thursday, 13 October 2011

Sneak Peek.

This is probably bad practice,but I'm going to do it anyway! I'm going to give you guys a sneak peek at something I'm working on. This is just an excerpt. It may come out next year, or it may never come out at all. Just depends on how diligently I work on it. I wont give away too much detail, but know that I have something spectacular on my hands...


"I'M HERE FOR HIM," said Death.

"Ah, him? You can have him! He was beginning to get on my nerves. Shame he had to go out like that," said Jadeboy.

"Sooo...eerie black cloak and hoody thing, absolutely no flesh and a boney face--literally... But the bone encrusted scythe was a dead give away-no pun intended. I'm guessing you are Death."

"YOU ARE CORRECT."

When he spoke, Death's mouth did not move. Not because of  his evident lack of lips or skin deficiency, but the sound of his voice was similar to music in a good pair of earphones. The type that cause people to turn their heads thinking the sound effects in the music are coming from somewhere over their shoulders because the surround sound is so amazing. His voice resonated directly inside their heads.

"WHAT I FAIL TO COMPREHEND IS HOW YOU ARE ABLE TO SEE ME. CLEARLY YOU ARE NOT GODS. PERHAPS YOU ARE WIZARDS?"

"Though we were stunned in the first instance, we are no longer in that dumbfounded state of mind,'' said Genteel sarcastically.

''You are enjoying this , aren't you? asked Jadeboy. Genteel smiled.

"Yes. Yes I am."

"We are used to this sorta thing Mr.Death. We usually smoke weed until fucked up shit happens. Literally. Usually its unintentional though. These phenomena just seem to follow us."

"YOU MEAN TO TELL ME THAT YOUR MARIJUANA HAS WEAKENED THE VEIL THAT SEPARATES OUR REALMS?"

They all looked at each other, "So it would seem," said Jadeboy.

"IN ALL MY UNLIFE AND INEXISTENCE, I HAVE ONLY HEARD MYTHS OF SUCH HERBS. IT WAS THOUGHT THEY WERE NO LONGER CULTIVATED."

"What can I say?-I have a great supplier. He did say it was one of a kind."

Lo was trying to feel the supernaturally black fabric that was Death's cloak  He grabbed a handful of  it like a curious baby and it tore off like thick smoke that had been fanned away. When he opened his palm to see his handful, it just evaporated. Death took no notice of this.

"This shit right here?! This shit right here?! Right here this shit--?! Dagger exclaimed,"--This shit called DEAF! Literally!"

"I MUST EXPERIENCE THIS MYTHICAL PLANT."

"Sure," said Jadeboy, "But what about our dearly departed Don over here?"

"OH, MY APOLOGIES."

Death lifted his scythe with both his skeletal hands and brought it down across Don Carlos' chest in one precise swoop. There was no blood gushing and pouring out, only Don Carlos'soul emerged from his body. It glowed a faint white, almost like white noise on an old analogue T.V. The ghost looked at them as they all stared at him in awe. Carlos looked across all their faces and came to his own earthly cadaver, still in its stiffened position."

"Aw man! Don't tell me I'm dead!!"

Death opened his cloak revealing a deep,black abyss that absorbed Don Carlos' soul.Genteel's eyes opened wide in amazement,''Oh snap! So where did he go? Was that like gateway to hell? Or did he go to heaven? Is that like instant transmission or will he be lost to us until God comes?''

''DID YOU NOT SAY YOU ARE USED TO THIS 'SORTA THING'?''

''I know, but dude, Death, you gotta tell me!''

''VERY WELL. BUT ONLY AFTER I PARTAKE IN YOUR RITUALISTIC SMOKING.''

''Sure!'' Genteel said.

''WAIT!'' exclaimed Jadeboy,''I must seek counsel with my friends first. Huddle up!''

They all jumped up and huddled in a circle. Death watched them like a skeleton in a science lab.

''Have you guys thought about the possible consequences of letting Death get stoned with us?''

''I agree,'' said Dagger,''He just might geek and die like Carlos did. What would happen then? If Death died?''

''Death cant die you idiot!'' said Lo.

''I agree,'' said Genteel.

''Yeah, but twenty minutes ago we weren't on a first name basis with him!''

''But think about it, since when do we ever think things through? We usually just go with the vibe,'' replied Lo.

Their thought process was sluggish seeing as they had smoked quite a bit that day, but that all changed in an instant when five ninjas somersaulted through the windows and the boys' adrenaline went crashing through the roof. Four ninjas stood firmly with their sharp katanas at the throats of each of the young men. The fifth shinobi stepped forward into the small circle of captive boys and cut-throat ninjas--his eyes the only visible feature behind his ninja mask. The shinobi began to speak
.
''My dear friend Jadeboy, so sorry to rudely interrupt your little tea party, but I simply found it of the utmost importance that I speak with you.''

''Yeah well I think it would be a lot easier to speak if you called off your foot soldiers Master Shredder,'' said Jadeboy.

''I am not Shredder!'' the master ninja protested. He wore a metallic mouth piece over his mask and three spikes were attached to it; one in the center of his forehead and the other two on either side of his head. It all formed a sort of crown-like headgear.

''I would prefer it if you refrained from calling me that! Now, we have reason to believe that you have something very special in your possession.''

The other four ninjas maintained their form, blades still at the throats of Jadeboy and his friends. Their muscles tense and unmoving. Not one of the ninjas could see Death standing in front of the couch. His black,smokey cloak evaporating and re-forming where his feet would be. He observed what happened there silently. Jadeboy had both his arms up in submission, careful not to touch the sharp blade with his gullet. He swallowed.

''Hey man, I told you, I don't have anything for you. Now I have to replace my windows. Do you have any idea how much those cost? Those must be the fourth set this month.'' Jadeboy said.

''Hah! You lie! I can smell it! Its pungent odor permeates this very room! And look,that roach is still smoking!....What is that other smell!? Have one of you soiled yourselves!?''

''Ahh, dude,I think Don Carlos just shat himself! Looks like we forgot about that! I'm not carrying his body!'' said Lo.

''But why do you have a dead body here?" asked the master shinobi.

''Its a long story man,'' Dagger said,''You wouldn't believe me if I told you.''

''Uuumm, mister Grim Reaper? Could you please assist us with this situation?'' asked Jadeboy.

''How can I assist you when I am here to make demands?'' shouted the shinobi, ''It is I that requires assistance!''

''Not you mister Ninja Gaiden!'' retorted Jadeboy.

''Enough with the name calling! I could have my shinobi slit your windpipes at the snap of a finger! Now, give me the marijuana I came here for!'' snapped the ninja leader.

''Listen, Death, if you take care of these guys for us, you could have a couple of hits of our bong,''  Jadeboy said.

''COUPLE OF HITS?''

''Yes, you can smoke some of our 'mythical herbs'''

''You are testing my patience!'' exclaimed the ninja, ''I do not wish to have 'a couple of HITS'! I wish to go away and partake of it at my own convenience! Give us your marijuana and we will depart!''

''OH, YOU WILL BE DEPARTING,'' Death said as he raised his scythe and swiped it through all of the ninjas necks in one fell swoop. The boys all ducked. Yet again there was no blood as the ghosts snaked into the atmosphere, leaving their former shells and were sucked into Death's cloak. The bodies of all five ninjas dropped to the ground simultaneously like victims of a gas chamber.

''Ya see?! We bring death to your whole crew if you mess with us bitch! Literally!'' exclaimed Dagger with relief.

''So that's one, two, three....six bodies in my backyard cemetery! Shame they aren't paying customers, I would have made quite a bit of money,'' said Jadeboy.

''Now I have to start making arrangements with Don (our Don) so we can bury these corpses.''

''Yo Death, that was awesome man! Did you see how he just slashed at them guys' necks!?'' Genteel was evidently excited, ''O.K I know for sure those guys are going to hell! Or is it limbo? How do you determine who goes where?'' he asked.

''THAT IS NOT MY DECISION TO MAKE''

''Who decides then, God?'' asked Genteel.

''I HAVE TO BE ON MY WAY SOON. CAN WE PROCEED WITH THOSE 'HITS' SO I COULD CARRY ON WITH MY DUTIES?''

Dagger knotted his eyebrows, ''I'm curious though,should we roll you a joint or would you rather hit the bong? 'coz dude, you have no lips....''

''I THINK A ROLLED CIGARETTE WOULD WORK BETTER,'' replied Death.