Above Heaven, Below Hell #184: Captivating Minds

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Today’s entry: Captivating Minds

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Xander Bylix leaned back into his chair. Greed had destroyed what once was the office. It had destroyed what once was the production unit too.
Greed had felt good.
“Show me the records,” he said.
“Yes, Doctor Bylix.” The computer answered from the ceiling.
“And Jane.”
“Yes, doctor Bylix.”
“Activate Cockroach.”
“Yes, doctor Bylix.” The screen on Xander’s desk showed line after line of products. The hunters, the witches, the princess, the princesses, and their buyers. Everyone was listed.
Everyone.
Xander filtered the list on hunters and witches no longer active due to unforeseen circumstances. That meant rogue once. The list shortened. The list disappointed.
“Too much effort.”
Princess and princesses was the next filter. Celebrities and higher-ups filled the rightest column. All names not applicable, some could prove important. Xander repeated them. He placed them in the mansion of rooms inside his head. For safety. Lastly, he let his thoughts return to the room of all codes used for his products. He found it on a chair next to a table called ‘Killer ants can also die.”.
‘’Blooming chimneys. Quit session.’”
The screen went black. Cander looked out to the wall.
Somewhere there is the red monster, he thought. I want it back.
“Jane, any news about the cloud.”
“The air force has contained it.”
Xander’s hearth sank. The chance of getting it back was slim.
“Who is the president now?”
“Current records state Charles Gool as the president of United States of America. Rumors claim that is untrue.”
“Update me when more information is available.”
“I will do. Satelliteshas caught an other cloud above the westway woods. Do you want to gather more data.”
“Please do. Run structural analysis and compare to subject C-01.”
The went quiet. Xander moved gis tongue along the roof of his mouth. The taste of power still lived there, even though it came from another body.
“I will have you back,” he said and left what once was his office. “I will have it all back.”

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Above Heaven, Below Hell #183: Building Bonds

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Today’s entry: Building Bonds

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Dawson put another log on the fire. The flames fled from the sudden intruder just to swallow it in its heat the next second. The pillar of smoke rose above the tree tops. Above the trees it joined the big cloud. Dawson admired its massive body. The anger thundered inside the grey.
“Did you find them?”
The cloud answered with a screech.
“Good.”
Dawson pushed at his ear piece and vibrations stopped.
“Yes, Mrs. President.”
“Dawson, how is the army growing?”
A branch broke among the bushes. Faces appeared in the green.
“It is growing alright!” Dawson smiled. “Just as you wished.”
“Good! How much longer do you need?”
“Just a day, nothing more. The army will be more than you could ever hope for.”
Mrs. Queen gave him one of her silent approvals.
“I will be in touch,” she said and her voice died off in white noise.
“I will too,” Dawson mumbled. He turned to the hunters and witches
“Viper! Glen! It has been to long since I saw your face! Where is Craven?”
“We got him right here.” Viper pointed to his backpack. “The ogres tore him into pieces.”
“Yes, the ogres.” Dawson said and reminded himself of the craziness within the three heads. It was still less than most rogues free from the toxic programming. “Put him to the fire and let him join our dragon.”
Viper glanced at the cloud. His grin was toothless and red.
“Aye, he always loved the fire.”
The backpack broke into black flakes. The meat fizzed. The smoke went from white to grey. The cloud screeched as the grey pillar joined.
“Welcome Craven,” Dawson said.
In the bushes another branch broke and countless new faces joined the masses around the fire.
“When will we attack?” They asked.
“In just a few days,” Dawson answered. “Just a few days.”

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Above Heaven, Below Hell #182: Debating Online

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Today’s entry: Debating Online

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“We were a country at the brink of destruction, and as such a country, we took the only precaution that could prove fruitful in ending a situation that could prove dire.”
Susanne stared straight at the camera. Behind it a screen showed the attendees in perfect squares. Every face was polished to perfection and every jacket was pressed according every rule in the handbook. The head of the United Nations’ Sam Piper opened his mouth. Susanne’s heart skipped a beat.
“And you found it appropriate to call Mr. Sloptokov and,” Sam looked down on his notes, “declare war on their fucking asses.”
Susanne glanced at Marge. The woman grimaced as if she had been punched in the stomach.
“Well,” Susanne moistened her lips, “in a less stressed situation a more suitable language had been used.”
“You do not deny this declaration of war.” Sloptokov’s face lit up on the screen.
Was that even an option? Susanne kept her face still. Probably not.
“No. At the point of the call, an attack against our country was the only measure capable of ending our situation.” Susanne felt herself weigh every word before uttering them. She hoped the camera didn’t catch it. “The situation is now under control. The aid came from elsewhere.”
“Said aid destroyed my best aircrafts, and killed my best pilots.” Sloptokov leaned closer to the camera. “You forced my hand. I cannot look past such erroneous behavior.”
“The dragon was outside our control. Send my condolences to the families. Once we get back on track, I will make sure the United States of America pays its respect to the fallen.”
A smile played on Marge’s lips. Sloptokov threw himself back into his chair. The face was red. He couldn’t say why. Not here.
“I cannot accept the apology. I deny your request of withdrawing the declaration of war.”
Susanne sat firm in her chair. Marge had prepared her for Sloptokov’’s statement. It didn’t matter, the UN’s stance mattered greatly though.
“I am sorry to hear that. What do the United Nations make of our situation?”
All faces except Sloptokov’s looked away from Susanne. Eager discussions continued with muted speakers. Buttons were pressed. Sam Piper looked at his screen.
“The United Nations do not want a war,” he said. “We find you situation concerning, though, Mrs. Queen. You country has been destabilized, and every day will prove dangerous to the world. Mrs. Queen. Mr. Sloptokov. At this point, The United Nations supports the withdrawal.”
“Thank you, Mr. Piper.” Susanne held back a sigh.
“Fine,” Sloptokov said. “At this time, we stay out of war. But at any sign of further destabilization, we will be ready.”
“We understand that,” Susanne said. “I assure you it won’t be necessary.”
The screen blackened. Susanne let her self sink down into her chair.
“You did great,” Marge said. “What do you say? Shall I bring in Dina?”
“Please,” Susanne said and closed her eyes. “I really need her now.”

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Above Heaven, Below Hell #181: Journeying Soul

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Today’s entry: Journeying Soul

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Isa glanced out from the cell. The screams from the daily raid had subsided. Only the sobs remained. He made his way through the hallway with iron bars and heads colored red from fire on every side.
“Why?” The same cries echoed in every cell he passed as every minute of the eternal hell.
He passed the cell where a mother mourned her children.
“You could have just told me and nothing of this would have happened!”
Isa felt his spine turn to ice. A bottle crashed against the floor.
“You could have spared us all this pain. But no, you had to go behind my back. Everyone’s back.”
Isa took as step back and pushed his back against the stone. He stretched his head out and looked in between the bars. The devil had his fist pushed against the wall. He grabbed his horns and pulled at them.
“If you had just been a little less egocentric, we could have had them all with us.”
The woman laid on the floor. She covered her head. A trickle of red wandered from her mouth to the dark stone. The man grabbed her hair. He pulled her up and forced her to look into his charring eyes.
“Are you listening to me? You could have saved us all!”
He threw her to the ground. Her cries turned loud just to choke on her breath.
“You are so fucking pathetic.” One hoof hit her ribs. She moaned.
Isa pressed harder against the stone, but the man never looked his direction.
“Pathetic.” Another bottle found its way to the man’s lips.
The tension ran of Isa’s shoulders. A bullet dodged. And another day among the lost souls. He continued down the hallway, but his feet locked on the stone at the sound of the sobs behind the bars.
“You killed them,” she wimped. “You and your friends killed them.”
Isa sighed. “Fuck.”
He turned around. He walked into the cell on easy steps. He put his hand on her head. She flinched as the cold met the hot. When her eyes saw Isa’s, she fell down to the floor and Isa caressed the back of her head.
“Yes,” Isa said. “That bastard killed them.”

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Above Heaven, Below Hell #180: Corporate Wake-ups

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Today’s entry: Corporate Wake-ups

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The sun rose outside the bunker. The apartment that housed one of SurgeRay’s hidden warehouses went from dark to grey, and all life kept hidden from the streets.
A camera filmed the view from a streetlight. Even though it was bent and the glass bowl was crushed, the camera had remained intact. Donald was thankful for that. On his screen inside the bunker, he caught every movement and could ensure that no unnecessary eyes would see him as he and Carl walked out.
“Caught anything?” Carl leaned in over the screen in his new suit. He corrected the sleeves while touching the boar buttons.
“No.” Donald suppressed the smile. “We are good to go.”
Five minutes later both stood at the entrance with backpacks bursting with ammunition on their backs. Donald had revolver in his belt and an automatic rifle tied to the backpack. Carl had the same. Considering, the empty cabinets in the bunker, Donald suspected the man carried more out of sight.
“Where are we heading first?” Carl said.
Donald looked to his right, then his left. “To the southern hills.”
“You really think they still live there? Shouldn’t it be safer to get as far away as possible?”
“It probably is safer?” Donald tapped the can on the right of the backpack. The coffee numbed the echoing steel. “But these guys probably would die before they let status get stolen from them.”
“Pride,” Carl said.
“It is a dangerous baggage to carry.” Donald glanced at the shining button on Carl’s sleeve. “Very dangerous.”
“I suggest we take west and go round the hive.” Carl corrected his sleeve again.
“You are right.” Donald nodded. “The low lives probably still think of it as the best place to own.”
“Yes, because of pride.”
“It is always pride.”
The two walked along the streets. They turned into an alley and disappeared into the darkness. The last the sun saw was the glimmering boars on Carl’s sleeves.


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Above Heaven, Below Hell #179: Guard Tower

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Today’s entry: Guard Tower

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Candle lights flickered as the once fully functional office went into night mode. Matrasses laid on the floor. It was the most comfortable bed Cassandra had laid on in what felt like years.
“Cass’?” She heard Kara whisper from the shadows.
“Yes, Kara.”
“I would like to bring the one that killed me in.”
Cassandra sat herself up. “Yes, we should do that. Do you want me to come with you?”
“Yes.”
“Then we will go tomorrow.” Cassandra laid down again and looked up the ceiling. The moonlight wandered across it. This was the first time she ever saw the white light from the moon enter the office, she realized. It had always been streetlight or office lamps.
“Could I also use one of the meeting rooms for talking to the other victims?”
“Like group counseling?” Cassandra let the thought wander between her neurons for a moment. “I don’t see why you shouldn’t. How many are there?”
“About ten I think, but I never counted them.”
“Take the owl then.”
Echoing steps from the stairway interrupted their discussion. Both turned towards the door. Brink slammed the door open. A man fought to get free in his arms. Hang was just half a step behind.
“We found one,” he said. “The bastard came running when we caught him. He held this.”
Cassandra got up on her feet. She glanced at the red liquid. Blood.
“Where did you get that?”
The man stared at her. Anger flushed though his cheeks. “From our enemies.”
“What enemies?”
The man stopped resisting the two officers. He directed all his force towards Cassandra. Brynk and Hang stopped him just centimeters away from Cassandra’s face. Cassandra’s pulse fled up her throat. She fought to not show it through her face.
“Enemies like you. All enemies of Gift-box.”
“He has been babbling about his Gift-box all the way here,” Brynk said between his teeth. “Apparently the guy will come and get us to refill the buckets some day.”
“How fascinating.” Cassandra inhaled slowly. “This Gift-box then must know we exist, right?”
The man’s face went from furious to blank.
“Thought so. Paul. Hang. Put him in the cell. Kara and I will get the hammers.”
“You can never beat Gift-box,” the man screamed behind her. “No one can beat him.”
Maybe not, Cassandra thought. But we got the upper hand.

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Flashes of Sanity #178: Holy Spies

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Today’s entry: Holy Spies

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Five winged creatures hit the surface. Each of them dressed in the blackest night. Each one of them hated it with every light in their bodies. The cold water swallowed their bodies. The crater they created at the bottom was big enough to swallow a ship, still the surface water had only reacted in small shivers to the sudden hit.
Blan was the first to stretch his thin neck out of the crater. He scanned the premises. Mort sighed in disbelief.
Just because you suddenly got a mission doesn’t mean you got recruited to the army, he thought. We are just the gun fodder if we get caught. And more light to feed the eternal fire.
Mort dusted his arms lights clean. The black didn’t disappear. It never did. Mort smacked Blan over the head. It made him feel a little better.
“It is that way, you idiot.” Mort pointed to the fire burning in the water not far away.
“I knew that.” Blan rubbed his head.
“Really? By all means then, continue looking lost.”
Now it feels better. Mort walked away with a smile. So much better.
Mort took direction for a rock just right of the cold fire. He scrapped his boot against the hard surface under the sand in front of the rock. He found the ring with his foot. Gron and Fulg grabbed on each side of the ring and twisted it. Mort grabbed the ring and together they all five pulled the trap door up from the bottom. They threw it up into the water and jumped down before it came falling down.
The cold white fires licked at Mort’s suit. He reached for the flames, but they turned away from his touch and took on a shade of blue.
The five angels pushed forward until they reached the dock. Astu swam up. He came down with three fingers in the air moving in circles. Mort counted the weconds for each circle.
Mort glanced at Blan who raised his own index finger and stopped himself from shaking his head. He raised his own hand with two fingers showing. Gron showed three. Blan disappeared. A body sank down below their feet. Mort flew up. His knife cut through a throat and another body sunk down the fires. The knife went back into its hilt. Mort disappeared into the shadows.

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Flashes of Sanity #177: Sneak Peek

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Today’s entry: Sneak Peek

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It had been hours following one rat along the streets. One rat with little awareness about his surroundings.
“Come on, little rat. Show us your home.”
The rat looked over his shoulder, basically straight at Donna, but didn’t see a thing. He turned back to the brick wall, dipped his hand in the bucket and smeared the red into the same words he had written on the last three walls.
’VOTE GIFT-BOX’
The rat hesitated, then he dipped a finger in the bucket and wrote ’or else’ with tiny letters under his previous statement. The rat giggled.
“Who is this Gift-Box?” Donna mumbled.
The two grunts beside her shrugged.
“Someone new,” Joe said.
“There is always someone new,” Bill agreed.
The rat looked to his right. His shoulders went up to his ears , and he ran in the opposite direction.
“Follow him.” The voice sent chills down Donna’s spine. “I want him to be able to talk.”
Of all the people, she thought. The next second, she saw the man in what was left of his flesh. Oesten.
“I thought everyone went down in the mayhem,” Donna said.
“Apparently, Oesten knew to keep his head down.”
Oesten scanned the writing on the wall.
“Gift-Box. What war are you planning?”
Oesten returned back to where he came from. His perfume still hang in the air. It covered the rot badly.
“Change of plans,” Donna said. “Iwant to take down some birds to the sewer first. Then, we take the rats.”
“And what are you planning to get from that?”
“Revenge.”

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Flashes of Sanity #176: Returning Stan

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Today’s entry: Returning Stan

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The night fled when the orb appeared out of thin air. The orb shrunk back into nothingness just as fast as it came to be. Only the man crouched fist to the ground inside it remained.
Stan flexed his muscles in the moon light. The mark she left as he was about to leave were still showing in four distinct lines. Her bite still hang on his lip.
He arose. His magnificence dangled for all to see. Just as it did when he left the jaws dropping while walking through the corridors during high school.
Stan scanned the empty field.
This is what everyone warned me for? His right brow rose in a bow. Seems calm enough for me.
An engine growled through the silence. Another joined it. Voices cheered under the growls. Light beams from two cars joined the moon.
The disappointment gave in for a smile splitting Stan’s face in two. His teeth glimmered in response to the guests. The two cars growled past Stan just to halt and turn around.
“Look at that!” One voice laughed. “A corn fucker.”
The smile on Stan’s face shrunk into a smirk. Wonder how one fucks corn, he thought. I’ll let them explain.
The cars stopped by Stan’s feet. Eight men jumped out. They made sure he saw the rifles. IT didn’t scare Stan though. His magnificence was more lethal than their sticks.
“So, little man, what are you doing on our field?” A man with less teeth than knives said. “Don’t you know this is a dangerous place?”
Stan laughed.
“I know enough to take care of little rascals like you.”
The eight exchanged smiles. The one with a mouth that soon would lose its last tooth pushed his gun to Stan’s chest.
“We are sinners,” he said and leaned closer. “The worst kind. We are immortal.”
Stan grabbed the gun. He punched it through the jaw.
“I am Stan,” he said. “I am from the future. And I got news for you. You are not alive where I come from.”
He pulled the trigger. The brain scattered in the air. Stan pushed the man to the seven behind him. He fired at them too. Their bullets bounced off Stan’s chest. Stan’s fists punched their skulls into one. One of them fell onto Stan’s magnificence.
“Remember my name, kids,” Stan said as he entered one of their cars. “Stan Oliviallo. You will hear it again soon enough.”
He pushed the gas to the bottom and peppered the men with gravel before the car drove off into the darkness.

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Flashes of Sanity #173: Reviewing the Darkness

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Today’s entry: Reviewing the Darkness

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Mitch opened the front door. It was unlocked. Like it always was. The stench of alcohol hanged thick and the snores echoed from upstairs.
Father, Mitch thought.
Dale entered after Mitch. He hanged his jacket on one of the hangers. The man looked calm, but Mitch knew that every detail was filtered through his brain.
I need to be like him. Mitch focused on walls, the floor and the snores. He slipped out of his shoes. Outside, he had set the flashlight to lowest setting and now, he released the orb onto the hallway.
“My brothers have a bedroom on the top floor,” he had told Dale as they planed the break in. “My father has one there too.”
They reached the living room. The moon light painted the room in white.
“Will there be an instance when someone will sleep downstairs?” Dale had asked.
“Yes, if someone has been punished. It gets cold first at night.”
The orb travelled across the floor and reached the sofa. It froze at two faces tightly pushed against each other. Leo and Felix.
“Felix.” Mitch stumbled as hastened his steps towards them. “Leo.”
A hand grabbed his coat and pulled him back.
“Hush,” Dale said with his index finger pushed against his mouth. “Thoughts, not feelings.”
Mitch swallowed the lump in his throat. Dale wrinkled his nose. Mitch smelt it too. The punishment.
“How often does he punish you?” Dale whispered.
“Often.”
“We carry them out first. Then we take the others.”
The two bodies noticed nothing of Mitch and Dale picking them up from the sofa and carrying them out on their shoulders. They didn’t notice being thrown in the trunk of the car either. Or Miko closing the trunk behind them.
“I thought you said they would be nine.”
“They are nine,” Dale said. “These were the easiest to get out. We need you to be ready to drive if everything goes south from now on.”
“Sure.”
Mitch and Dale returned inside. A scream broke through the wooden walls and a window lit.

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