Light from the sun's rays stretches across the surface of the moon like the evening tide, while it gradually washes up over the beach. As the light continued to expand, a colossal mete¬orite passed through the rays, casting a massive shadow with a jagged silhouette across the moon. Suddenly, fragments of the mysterious blood red colored meteorite broke off and slammed into the surface. The impact of each rock caused a mushroom cloud of dust to form, as strange tremor-like shock waves quickly expanded from them like ripples in water. The entire moon then began to tremble, as a roar grew thunderously loud
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A young man felt himself flying as shards of shattered glass circled around him. The seventeen year old soon realized that he was not flying at all; he was falling. As his blurry vision cleared he saw himself tumbling backwards from an open passenger side door of a moving yellow car. A woman with terror in her wide open sky blue eyes was reaching out for him when suddenly a mysterious cloud of red mist slammed into her chest cavity. He then saw spatters of blood explode out of the open door as the breaks of the vehicle locked up the rear wheels, causing them to slide right for the young man in the air. The last thing he saw before he blacked out was the rear bumper of the spinning vehicle swinging right into his face.
Suddenly, the clapping sound of gunfire and heart stop-ping explosions echoed in every direction. A man in his late forties, in full military gear, was running for his life. He ran as fast as he could through the skeletal brushes of a dying forest, when an overwhelming flash of burning white light appeared beyond the trees to his left. The powerful blast hurled limbs and broken branches in his direction, as he dove behind the trunk of a nearby tree. When he landed, he quickly curled up into a ball and threw his hands over his head. As the fire began to die down, and the ringing in his ears dimmed to a muted hiss, he found that the forest had once again fallen silent. All that he could hear was the soft howl of the twilight wind, and the crackling of burning wood. He would soon discover that it was only the calm before the storm.
Bullets continued to pour into the forest, slam¬ming into the trees all around him. An officer then appeared from out of the hazy smoke that now suffocated the forest, and grabbed the man's arm. He pulled him back to his feet, and they both ran deeper into the woods.
"TRACY!" The officer yelled out over the gunfire. "We must abandon our post! IT'S AN AMBUSH!"
"What’s going on, Captain?" Tracy replied, as he staggered to his feet. He then regained his balance and began running on his own, as he asked, "Why are they shooting at us?!"
The officer quickly ducked under a branch as he ran passed a nearby tree, and said, "I don't know, just keep moving—"
A bullet suddenly shot through the body of the tree, and pierced the Captain's neck. Blood sprayed everywhere as he crashed into the ground. Tracy stopped to help him, when another bullet struck him in the back. A sharp pain shot up his spine, forcing a blinding light to flash before his eyes.
Soon after, he found himself lying in a ditch face down. His vision suddenly became very blurry, as he attempted to lift his weary head in the direction beyond the thicket of the forest, where dying trees and the smell of burnt animal flesh was heavy in the air. Black, ominous clouds were beginning to expand across the sky, enveloping a thick sheet of black smoke, over a dark, dismal city; a city known for its great structures and towering sky scrapers. It was now a city of smoldering buildings, shattered windows, and mountains of rubble; a city in ruins. It was New York City. Then there was complete darkness.
A young seventeen year old boy opened his eyes, feeling disoriented and confused. He found himself lying across an old blue sofa staring up at a ceiling fan as it rotated endlessly. All of his memories were lapsed, like a bad dream shattered by reality. He felt as though he were reborn into a seventeen-year-old boy with no past, friends, family, or name. He felt lost in a world where he was alienated by society.
The room he was in appeared to be the main living room of a single wide trailer home. All around him there were tables and shelves that were covered with knickknacks, and there were book stands at every corner that were packed with old, frail books and outdated magazines.
He sat up on the sofa and felt a sharp pain run down his taut neck, which made him cringe as he rubbed it. He then jerk¬ed his head to the side forcing it to crack, which helped to subdue the pain. He had a rugged appearance, square jawline, with short tapered brown hair, and deep piercing steel blue eyes.
The appearance of a striking young woman, apparently in her mid-twen¬ties, quietly entered the room from the main hallway. As she did so, she approached the sofa from behind. The woman had short blond hair with streaks of her natural brown hue running through it. Her captivating bright, sky blue eyes glimmered in the light like diamonds.
"I see you're feeling better!" the woman said when she noticed that the young man was sitting up and looking around aimlessly.
Her voice startled him a bit, as he quickly turned his head to see who it was. "What happened to me? Why can't I remember anything?" he asked.
"You honestly don't remember anything about your life?" she asked with a skeptical look upon her face.
The young man shook his head and replied, "The only thing I can remember are images of some sort of... war."
"A war?" she repeated, sounding perplexed. "There hasn't been a war in over a hundred years!"
He thought to himself for a moment, with a look of bewil-derment in his eyes, and then he said, "I have no clue what's going on! I don't know, it's like... every time I close my eyes, I wake up somewhere else. I don't even know how I got here!"
The woman seemed stunned by what he had just said and reluctantly asked, "Nothing at all?"
"No... nothing."
She then took a seat next to him on the sofa and asked, "Do you want to know what happened?"
The boy slowly shook his head, yes, and said hesitantly, "I... I guess so."
She laid a friendly hand on his leg and said, "I think you need to know." She then sighed and began with, "It was four months ago... there was a car accident..."
Suddenly an image flashed before the young boy's eyes. Droplets of blood and pieces of shattered glass were flying everywhere as his body went tumbling out the passenger side of an old yellow car. The vehicle's wheels slid across the black road, as his back slammed into the gravel. Then he saw a flash of a spinning concealed room which was constructed entirely out of red brick. The young man then shook his head as he placed his hands over his face. He felt light-headed as he said, "I feel so lost!... Nothing makes sense."
"Are you alright." the woman asked, with a look of tremen¬dous concern upon her face.
The boy then began weeping, as he continued to cover his face with his hands. She wrapped her arms around him and embraced his head close to her chest.
"Don't give up, Tracy." She said. "Not now... Not ever. You must remain strong—"
"Tracy!" he suddenly repeated. "That's my name?"
"Yes... yes, that's your name."
Then Tracy looked into the young woman's eyes and added, "And your name is... Faith!"
"Yes! Very good!" she said with relief, as she hugged him once again.
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Later that night, young Tracy was sleeping on the sofa tossing and turning as sweat rolled off his quivering face. His eyes were rotating vigorously back and forth beneath his eye¬lids as he panted, exhausted from fear. His dream consisted mostly of the conversation he and his sister Faith had that day. Both of their voices echoed in his mind as he witnessed pieces of his past slowly come together before his eyes in demonic proportion.
"Something happened that night!" she said.
"What happened?" Tracy asked curiously.
Then a vision of human bodies burning alive at the cen¬ter of a huge ring of fire flashed in his dream before it van¬ished into a spiraling red cloud of mist. He could hear faint cries and screams of horror coming from every direction, along with silent whispers that sounded like some kind of ritualistic chant.
"Our mother... she said she had some kind of vision and that she had to take you away from the demons!" his sister's voice replied, echoing through the mysterious dream world.
A vision of a pair of demon-like dark and sinister eyes with the pupils of a snake peering before an inferno flame then appeared.
"Demons?" Tracy questioned.
"I didn't see anything... but she did, and I know it because I could see the fear in her eyes," his sister's voice said.
Then he saw a Spanish woman with long blond hair staring with terror in her eyes. It was his mother.
His sister's voice returned. "So she rushed you into the car and raced away from home... almost as if she were being chased by something. But, the thing that terrified me the most is .... before she got into the car, she looked into the sky and screamed in horror, 'You can't have him!'" She paused. "It was as if she knew what she was running from."
Suddenly, a vision of a shape-shifting creature appeared in his dream. Wearing a tattered cloak over its human-shaped body with its face hidden beyond the shadows of its long hood, it reached out its grotesque monster-like arm as if to grab something. Then, it vanished like dust in the wind.
"I don't know what happened from that point...," her voice returned once again. "But somehow you ended up lying outside of the car—which was now shredded into pieces—and survived whatev¬er had attacked you that night."
Then a lost memory came back to him. It was a memory of his lifeless body lying on the street as he looked back at the ravaged vehicle, which was about two feet away from him. He was lying before the open passenger side door, as though he had been pushed out of his seat. There was a woman with long blond hair (that was drenched in blood) whose body was hanging halfway out of the yellow car across the passenger side. There was a gaping hole in both her chest and in the passenger side windshield, which was splattered with blood. When he rolled over in an attempt to sit up on the street, he blacked out. Then another strange vision flashed before his eyes.
It was a vision of the man with the same name as he, reoccurring endlessly in his dreams. This man who was also called Tracy was lying on the ground in the middle of the bloody aftermath, still stunned from the bullet wound to his back. His spinal cord felt taut, and every move he made caused a sharp pain to shoot up and down his entire body. So he remained tranquil in a puddle of his own blood. Thinking back on moments of his life, he calculated how far the explosions were from his position when suddenly there was another, which was even louder than the last.
"Five m-miles and f-f-four yards. That's six yards c-clos¬er than the last t-two. They're sweeping the area!" he said in a trembling voice from the cold.
Then he heard a soft and friendly voice of a woman cry out, "Oh my god! Tracy!"
His vision became blurry and unclear before he could see her face, and he fainted once again.
"Hang in there! We'll get ya outta here!" her voice prom-ised.
Then young Tracy awoke from the dream, feeling more confused than ever. As he sat up on the sofa, he found himself wondering if any of it was even a dream at all. Why did it feel so real? What was his mother running from? It seemed for Tracy every dream he had only added to the paradox of the only ques¬tion he desperately needed to know: Who am I?
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A strange man, with a hooded black sweatshirt draped over his head, was walking through a crowded city in the State of Arizona when he passed an electronic store, which had tele-visions on display at the window. All the channels were set to the news where something phenomenal was occurring in California.
"Ladies and gentlemen, this special report has been issued to inform the world of a horrible disaster!" the reporter exclaimed, as the scene changed on the screen to a helicopter view of what appeared to be an ocean of destruction. "The small tremor that was felt throughout the nation earlier today was an aftershock of one of the most devastating earthquakes that has ever occurred in the history of the world."
Debris floated in the seemingly endless body of water that now covered nearly the entire state of California. Mountains and skyscrapers that once towered over cities like architectur¬al Gods now barely poked out of the flooded ocean water.
"Without warning, it came! The state that was once California now drowning in the unforgiving Pacific Ocean by a powerful earthquake, leaving behind devastation, death, and an entire state submerged deep beneath these entombing waters; making this natural disaster quite possibly the worst that has ever been recorded in history."
Then they cut to another scene of the Hollywood mountain just barely peering out from under the ocean. Some of the huge Hollywood letters were still intact as thousands of survivors scrambled toward visible areas of the mountain, eager to be rescued.
The flesh on the man's face seemed aged and cracked like dry mud. He did his best to conceal his wrinkling face in the shadows of the hood, as he continued passing through the crowds of busy people. While he walked, he extended out both of his hands, purposely brushing the arm of every passing pedestri¬an. Each person he brushed against had a story of their life imprinted on his mind. He could hear what they were thinking. He could sense their sins. His mission was to search for his next victim.
Suddenly, a hurried man rammed his shoulder into his, caus¬ing the frail man to stagger off balance. When their shoul¬ders touched, the strange man could hear the evil inside of him screaming in his head. The man in the hooded sweatshirt just stood there watching him as the man ducked suspiciously into an alleyway right next to the electronic store.
He approached a dumpster that was located at the end of the alley. When he reached it, he waited there in silence for a moment then he heard a ringing sound coming from his pocket. Suddenly a haunting memory flashed before his eyes of him hold¬ing a knife that was covered with blood.
He closed his eyes for a moment, sending a guilty tear rolling down his cheek. Then he reached into his right coat pocket and pulled out a small cellular phone. He stared blank-ly at it as it rang once again, then he flipped it open and pressed the Send button to answer the call. Placing the phone up to his ear, he said in a trembling voice, "H-hello..."
The voice on the other line was eminent and eager to get straight to the point. "Did you take care of the bitch?"
"Please!" he said as he cringed from emotional pain. "She was my wife! Don't call her that—"
"IS SHE DEAD?" the man on the other line repeated impa-tiently.
Then another memory flashed before his eyes. It was a mem¬ory of him approaching a calm woman from behind. He wrapped his arms around her to give her a hug and kissed the right side of her face. The woman forced a fabricated smile, when suddenly the man drew a knife from his back pocket and quickly slid the blade across her throat, allowing blood to pour from her sev¬ered artery.
"YES!" he suddenly yelled into the phone, as guilt tore through his conscience. Eyes flooding with tears now, he continued, "Yes, it is done!"
"Listen... I'm sorry that you had to do this, but I'm glad that you finally came to your senses. 'Cause if you hadn't, you know that she would have testified against us!"
"I know... now, where is my money?" he asked as he wiped the tears from his eyes.
"It's behind the dumpster."
The man looked at the side of the dumpster and noticed a clean white envelope peering out from behind it. As he bent down to reach for it, the voice transformed into a dark demonic voice and said, "TOO BAD YOU WON'T NEED IT!"
"What—" the man said, when he suddenly paused as his body began to shake uncontrollably. The involuntary palpitations caused him to lose grip of the phone, and white foam began flowing from his gagging mouth. As the phone fell from his grasp, a strange red mist flowed from it and disappeared into his ear. The man's eyes suddenly turned blood red, as if the veins in his eyes had ruptured and blood had spread over his irises. Then his skin began shifting vigorously throughout his body, as if something was moving underneath it.
Suddenly the man opened his mouth and began vomiting thick clots of blood mixed with chunks of torn flesh from inner body organs. His lifeless body then plummeted into his own crimson lake.
There was a moment of silence as his clothing soaked in the blood. Then the man reopened his eyes and lifted his body out of the puddle with both of his shaking arms. Blood slid down his face as he sat up in the puddle, and grinned with evil burning deep within his dark eyes.
"Because I need YOU!" the man said.
Outside of the alley, the old hooded man collapsed just at the threshold like a lifeless corpse. The indifferent pedestrians that passed him by paid no mind to his taut body as it laid outstretched on the pavement like road kill. Instead they only scowled at him with disgust, thinking he was just another passed out old homeless drunk.
This is what I do.
Sunday, March 18, 2012
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I am a Juggalo, I am proud to be one. If you're not, then whatever, stop listening to the music. We don't need any hipster followers! Real talk!
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Friday, March 16, 2012
FEUD: THE TURNING AGE (part 2)
written by: Jeffrey Arce
Chapter 1
On one sunny Friday afternoon, a family in Los Angeles California was watch¬ing a news broadcast on television, where a woman was reporting a story of a new invention called LIFE: I.Q.2. “Japan’s most renowned industry of scientific technology, called the BIO GOD CORPORATION, has been known worldwide for their life pro¬longing inventions; which in turn, also nearly bankrupted them, with their failed attempt to manufacture human clones. But now B.G.C has once again redeemed themselves, with the cre¬ation of a new masterpiece, that they have christened, LIFE: I.Q.2.
It is a cybernetic life form with human-like intelligence built within its program. And believe it or not, it is powered by your own DNA. It can also be used as an alternate life to extend your own, by downloading—or copy rather—your mind, into its data base...”
The busy city was flowing with life, as millions crowded the sidewalks along with various vehicles, and other unique machines that claimed the streets. There were miles upon miles of towering buildings that erected from the ground like a seemingly endless architectural cornfield. It seemed like a normal day for the thousands who lived in this great city, but something unstable was brewing beneath the streets. Geologists were called upon to investigate the unusual sulfur scented steam that was slowly lurking from out of manholes throughout the city.
As the city people continued on about their business, the entire state of California suddenly began to tremble. Though startled by the unexpected earthquake, most of the civilians took it lightly at first. A hurried taxi driver, who was caught in a sudden traffic jam of uneasy motorists, even rolled down his window and yelled out with frustration, "You people act like you ain't never felt a trimmer before! This is LA, people!"
Just as he said that, the ground beneath him buckled hard, causing all of the vehicles on the road to jump, including his own. Fear could now be seen in his eyes as well, as utter confusion followed.
"What the fuck..." he said in shock.
Then the ground began to shake worse than ever before, and he panicked. He quickly staggered out of the taxi, as did everyone else in the surrounding vehicles around him. Dubiously, everyone wandered around the cracking streets. Their eyes fixated on the splitting asphalt, which was now beginning to shatter all around them. Hundreds of buildings and bridges then collapsed into dust almost simultaneously at that moment, as the ground rippled and began to break apart. Millions panicked, and ran in every direction screaming for their lives, but there was no escape. Flames exploded from out of different sections of the crumbling ground throughout the entire state, and vehicles were hurled into the sky along with the helpless civilians who were now scrambling all over the streets. The chaos was followed by an earth shaking roar, which sounded almost like a voice exclaiming victoriously, “IT’S TIME!”
At the tar pits, people were running and screaming as well, when the earth¬quake finally came to an abrupt halt. When the chaos ceased, most stopped and waited breathlessly, expecting the worst was yet to come. For five seconds there was absolute silence, as they awed at the devastating aftermath that the earthquake had left behind. Then there was an unnerving sound, which broke the silence. It was a bubbling sound coming from the pits. Everyone turned to face the famous La Brea Tar Pits, where just under the long tusks of the model Mastodon that loomed over the pits some¬thing was causing the tar to boil, and clouds of steam rolled off of the surface into a thick hazy fog. Then something began to rise up from beneath the black liquid. The people nearby watched with horror in their eyes as a frigid figure stood up out of the pits, appearing as a human smothered in black tar beyond the midst of the thick fog. Everyone stared at the sight, confused and terrified, as the figure extended its long arm toward the crowd, and allowed the tar to ooze off of it. Underneath was a red beastly grotesque arm that revealed its bones and decaying muscle tissue. It had long black claws, and spikes extended from its wrist to its elbow. Then, its eyes lit up with fire that burned beyond long snake-like pupils and irises of flames.
Suddenly, the ground began to shake even more violently than before. Huge sections of the earth that were miles in length shifted, crumbled, and then were launched into the sky, bringing skyscrapers and other buildings along with it. Then one of the large sections, flipped completely over, raining pedestrians and cars upon the victims below, as it smashed down on top of them, literally flattening hundreds of skyscrapers. Geysers of lava exploded from out of the massive craters that were left throughout the entire state, like erupting volcanoes. Piece by piece the earth shat¬tered like ice, as the ocean waters began to ascend over the broken land until all of California was left drowning in the Pacific.
As the waters settled, and remains of the city washed up on the land, one sur¬vivor arose to his feet where the new shoreline stopped, drenched and bloody from the wounds that now covered his aching body. He turned and stared at the seemingly endless outstretch of ocean water that now claimed the entire state of California, with a sadistic looking grin upon his face. Suddenly, his light sky blue eyes transformed into those glowing demonic eyes of fire.
How "The Cleansing" became "The Turning Age"
Well, when I first decided to transform my FEUD series into a trilogy, originally the first book was supposed to be titled, Feud: The Cleansing. I decided to change the title a couple years ago to something that seemed more catchy. The Turning Age is what the characters call the age they are living in so I decided to run with that instead. Since I made the switch I seem to be turning more heads with the new title, so I just stuck with it. I also considered changing the title of the series to it, but my love for the original name won over it.
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