Chapter one

I was born in Kobald on the planet Sardak to a merchant father. He dealt mostly in plants and chips but occasionally he would smuggle a slave or two through to boost his income. His hair was thin and light, his face round and flabby, short yet flamboyant in his dress. His only joy in life was in cheating and swindling other people out of their money. My mother was a quiet woman, an ex-slave whom my father took fancy to and decided to take on as a wife. I remember her as being kind and caring to me and always thoughtful as to the needs of others. My father hated how submissive she was but she was beautiful and attended to his needs. 
My father never really wanted me but my mother begged him to let her keep me and he decided that when I grew up it would be good to have help in his shop. I grew up happy enough I suppose; I never really had much by way of friendships with the other boys in Kobald due to the fact that they were discouraged by their parents because of my father’s reputation. I loved my mother; she was always there for me whether I crashed my JetLift and broke my arm or landed in trouble in school for one thing or another. My father is another story, as a child it seemed that I could never please him; no matter what I tried to do it was always wrong. It bothered me but my mother was always there to assure me that it was all right and that I had done nothing that I hadn’t been supposed to. 
My first indicator that my father was out of control came when I was six, I had just got home from school and my mother had sent me to help my father. I walked in the door of the shop; it was a large, building, with expensive wood paneling, garish orange floor covering, and only the old dark yellow-burning light bulbs – as a result of my father not wanting to spend the money on the bright white-lit fusion lights - to pierce the gloom. I shut the door behind me and headed to the office to see what needed doing. I heard a man talking angrily and my father responding in a like tone. As I got closer the voices became clear and I could hear what was being said.
“...know you have it here somewhere! It’s mine, you hear? If I don’t get my shipment of Hovers back” The stranger said shaking his fist in my father’s face
“No! Nurk, y, y, you have this all wrong you lout! I h, h, have no such th, th, thing in my storage, I assure you! If I get word of where your stolen property is I’ll b, b, b, be sh, be sure to tell you immediately” stuttered my father.
“I’d better or else you’ll be awoken one morning by the sound of flash bombs falling on you and your family” threatened the strange man menacingly. 
“Most reasonable of course Nurk” said my father “a real pleasure doing business with you as always.” He said the last part with a bit of a sneer; his composed look returning to his face.
The man my father called Nurk stood there breathing hard for another minute staring down my father before turning and striding out the door, nearly bowling me over as he brushed by. As soon as Nurk was out of sight my father’s smirk turned into a horrible grimace, his entire face was reddened with anger. 
“How dare he threaten me like that!” he shouted “How does he think he can get away with that kind of threat and expect no consequences!?”
I spoke up then and asked him “Father, what was he talking about stolen Hovers?”
I realized after I finished speaking that I’d said exactly the wrong thing.
“You!” He spun to face me with a menacing leer on his face. “How much of that did you hear?” he demanded.
“N, n, nothing sir.” said I, too frightened by his expression to tell the truth.
“The hell you heard nothing! You heard everything. If you tell anyone I’ll, I’ll...”He made a twisting motion between his two fists as his voice changed to a sputter having lost his words to a fit of anger. 
I stumbled back, scared. I’d seen him angry before but this, this was insane! I’d done nothing but listen in and he was talking his anger out on me. I began to realize what was coming so I started creeping slowly backwards towards the door.
He caught my movement though and leapt at me, I tried to turn and run but he was too fast for me and pinned me to the ground before I was able to take three steps. He kept one foot on my back as he reached for his camel whip on the wall. “A good lashing is just what you need to teach you not to listen at doors!” he screamed at me in his rage.
Then his arm fell.


Chapter Two
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After the incident in the shop my father’s temper kept getting worse. It was only after a while that I learned that he was under investigation from the Kobald police. It seems that his friend Nurk had reported him on something and while they never caught him, the police certainly scrutinized my father far more carefully than before.
Time passed and things seemed to be getting better and calmer, the searches becoming less and less frequent until one day my father came home from the shop in a rage. Apparently the chief had just sprung a surprise inspection on the shop when there was a slave in the basement hold. By sheer luck they were called away at the last minute by some explosion at the square. My father was furious with from the fright, had they seen the slave they would have lopped his head clean off right then and there; no questions asked. I was eleven.
When he came in the door his face was eggplant purple and I, being young, asked him “Father, why is your face that weird color?”
“Never you mind, brat!” he replied, as he swept me aside with one arm. 
“What’s wrong, dear?” asked my mother kindly, “Did something happen at the store?”
He did not respond, he only stormed through the house and collapsed in his chair.


My mother walked slowly over to him and knelt by his feet and asked him again, “What happened, dear? Was it another search?”
He began to shout now, his words loud in the small space. “YES THERE WAS A SEARCH YOU STUPID WOMAN! I CAME WITHIN THIS CLOSE” here he held up two fingers an inch apart “FROM BEING PUT TO THE KNIFE!” His last words came out as more of a high-pitched shriek than a shout. 
“Relax darling, it’s okay now, it’s okay.” My mother said in an attempt to sooth my father’s anger.
“NO! IT’S BLOODY WELL NOT OKAY, KOBALD POLICE CAME THAT CLOSE TO FINDING OUT ABOUT IT WHICH MEANS THAT THEY WILLL GET THAT CLOSE AGAIN! NEXT TIME THEY WILL PROBABLY FIND THE PIT EVEN AND THEN WE’RE REALLY SCREWED!” He shrieked, shaking with a combination of annoyance at his wife’s attempts to calm him down and his fear-shock. I saw his fingers twitch from my place at the door.
“Just stay here and I’ll get you a nice cup of something warm and a bite to eat.” said my mother in a quiet voice.
That was too much for my father in his state. He leapt forward at my mother grabbing at her throat, my mother screamed; a long drawn out cry that was cut short by my father’s hands finding their mark. I ran forward to try to help my mother but at my young age, me pummeling my father’s back had no effect other then him booting me across the room. I saw my mother’s hands scrabbling at his fists clenched around her throat but he was to strong for her, as I watched, I saw her hands go limp but he did not release her yet. I knew that was the end.
I ran out of the house then and ran to the end of our street where I knew an officer was stationed. 
“Officer, my father is strangling my mother and I think she’s already d, d, d, dead.” I broke down towards the end of my sentence as my words made true what I wished weren’t. 
“Take me there,” commanded the officer.
I lead him down the street at a run and stopped in front of my house. He had been talking into his chip the whole way there and I got the gist of the conversation that the police dispatch was sending out a van to collect my father. 
The officer burst in the door and yelled, “STOP, THIS IS THE POLICE, STAND STRAIGHT WITH YOUR HANDS UP, AND DO NOT MOVE!” he said in a quieter tone, “Where is he, son?”
I told him, sobbing, “L, l, last door a, at the end of th, the hallway.”
He rushed through the house just in time to see my father trying to make an escape out the window. The officer quickly froze him with his nerve-ray and quickly strode across the room the look at my mother.
“I’m sorry son, but she’s gone.” He said in a quiet, calm tone. “Wait just a few minutes and someone will come to take care of you while this all gets sorted out.”


Ten minutes after the freezing of my father, a large crew pulled up; sirens wailing; to the curb in front of our house. A team of ten men and five crime scene autonomous scanners jumped out and came quickly inside. My father was transferred; still in his frozen state, to the van, my whole house was photographed and scanned, and an ambulance called to take my mother away to be put into an electric fusion chamber to keep her from decaying before the trial.
A kind woman arrived who told me that I was going to be living with her temporarily until better arraignments could be made. She took me out of the building that used to be my home. It now looked closer to an anthill with all the people running this way and that scanning and analyzing the scene. During the flight to my temporary home the news feed on the dash was showing a police raid being conducted in my father’s shop alternating with clips of my old home.
The reporter was saying, “Kobald police have been searching this shop on main since the proprietor was arrested this morning for murdering his wife. We have the Kobald chief here at the station for comment. Chief, what have you been doing all day after getting the news?”
“We have been active all day clearing the shop owned by this man and getting all good catalogued and valued as well as photographing the man’s house and property.” replied the chief of Kobald police
“Could you give us a little more information as to the contents of his shop?” questioned the reporter.
“Yes, well, we have so far catalogued over two million credits in legal goods, 5 million in illegal goods and one emaciated slave that we discovered in a basement pit. This man has been under investigation for slavery and goods smuggling for years now but we’ve never managed to pin anything on him. He was good at hiding his activity that’s for sure.” answered the chief.
“Wow, I thought that with slavery was outlawed and all...”
That was when my new caretaker cut off the feed. “No need for you to hear all of that, darling. You’ve got a long life ahead of you to hear that it all.” 
I soon arrived at the home of my guardian. It was a nice house, small but with a clean, charming air about it that I took a liking to instantly. It was painted light, clean, airy colors that gave it an appearance of being much larger than it actually was.
“Your bedroom is the second door on the left.” My guardian told me. “My name’s Amanda by the way. Please call me by it. Go along; make yourself comfortable, I’ll put something on for us to eat.
I headed down the hallway to check out my new quarters, it was a nice neat, clean room that matched the rest of the house. I took an instant liking to it. My dinner was a casserole that Amanda had made the day before. She was talkative and we chatted all through the meal until she finally said, “The trial’s been set early for tomorrow, you’ll be called up to speak so you should get some rest.”

“Goodnight Amanda” I said and headed off to sleep. As I was lying in bed I thought again of my mother and remembered that I would never see her again. In that moment I hated my father, I hated him from the bottom of my heart. Then the thought of my mother’s soft smile sent me into tears and I fell asleep crying.




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THE END!

I recenty moved into a new house, it was an old house they said, but, it looked almost as if it was untouched. Then I found this book, I tried to open it but I couldn't, I was trying to open it for a few minutes, but it just wouldn't budge. I gave up and went t sleep. I couldn't recall my dream, but all I remember is this strange figure. I had saw this figure before, or atleast I think I did, I was 4, I saw him when I was outside one day. It's strange though, I had only remembered that one thing when I was 4 and my mother said I fell and hit my head on a rock when I was 4, but I digress, the next day I tried again, I could almost open it, but just not quite. I tried again the next day and got no results, same with the day after. Frusterated, I threw the book torwards the wall. I could've sworn I heard a voice. It sounded like "You're Choice". I decided to pick it up and read. "Chapter 1", there were no words. All the other pages had no words as well. Except.... for the last page. It read, "Beyond". That was it. I put the book back. 

The dream I had I remembered exactly, I was dreaming that someone rich and powerful was beside me and everyone loved him. I then stole his money and ran off. The figure was in this dream too. This.... thing had red eyes, a black suit, and a hat that covered his eyes. The dream ended there. When. I went downstais, the book was open, how strange.... I never opened it last night. I may have been sleepwalking, back when I was seven my brother told me I sleepwalked and repeated strange phrases like "He is beside us" and "Do not be decieved". It was strange alright. The book had more words somehow, I was a bit afraid to read again, but then I thought well, it's just a random page, maybe I had missed it. The page just had a picture of some guy who's body was covered with a large blue coat, and he appeared to be burning a book. I looked for the next page, they were all blank again. I was unhappy and went to sleep.

I had another dream, I was robbing a bank, all that money I somehow managed to fit in my pocket. The figure was there as well, it shook his head in disappointment this time. I decided to look in the book again, I saw nothing, so I went outside to take a walk. There was this little dog who bit off my coat and ripped it apart with his teeth. The woman apologized and I said it was okay. I could have sworn I saw the figure, I decided to run to the store, to make sure it didn't follow me. I bought a new coat, it was big and blue, it was the only one on sale. When I got home I checked the book again. The final page appeared, I don't mean it was there, it just popped from the page, I can't explain it. It read, "Jealousy, Greed, but always decieved, whether big or small, one may look good evil, but does one really hold up to that title? Flaws, they are common, every being has one, with every flaw there is a good thing. Perhaps today is not the day." I was thinking more about the words popping out than the poem. I showed the book to my brother and he simply said,"What book?" When I looked to my hand I saw that the book was not there. I then thought to myself, perhaps that wasn't an unkown figure, nor was it a devil or demon. Maybe that figure....was God....

Derp

Johny is shutting down his 3DS 2 AM in the morning. He's been all night on some retarded site for retarded teenage kids who play retarded DS games and have no friends in real life cause they're too retarded to find any. In a few hours it was going to be his first time in high school. He was feeling a bit of a poossy cause there would be older kids who could kick his ass. Johny was 5'5" weighing only 120 lbs, no facial hair, wimpy ass voice, but he had a secret(he had an 8 inch wiener). Johny played with it to feel relaxed as he went to sleep.
It was morning and Johny's mother went into Johny's room to wake him up. Johny's mom took Johny's bedsheets off and Johny screamed like a girl cause he was naked. "MOMMMM! get out of my room I'm 15 learn to knock!!" Johny's mom covered her eyes with her hands and backed out her son's room."oh im so sorry.. i-i ddint see anything"
"Damn fuggly biitch" Johny got out of bed, looked at his pathetic body on the mirror and got dressed.
Johny's only friend, Marco, drove up in his crappy ass car to Johny's house to pick him up. Johny rushes out of his house walking all faggish and retarded and then they just go to school. Let me tell you about Marco. Marco was a fatass ginger, he once used to go to the same 3ds site that Johny now goes to with the user name of Golem269 or something like that, but they didn't know about each other going there cause they were to embarrassed to talk about wasting their life on that place. Marco parks in the handicap spot cause YOLO and SWAG.
Johny gets out of the car looking all cool and shet with one strap backpack He Marco walks past some group of emos, nerds, asians, fatass gamers, slats, h0rny band geeks, mexican cholos wanabes, black swag fags, etc and then they notice this cutie.

Marco started saying dirty stuff about what he saw in her to Johny. Johny was just trying to block what Marco was saying. Marco looked back at her ass as they walked past her. "Damnnn" "shut up Marco" "Dude you know you want to bang her too, ur skinnier than me.. go to her and bang her for me" Marco keeps talking crap like that all the way to their first period. Kids there were eating hot cheetos and sitting on the desks and doing all faggy stuff you kids do at your high school.
The teacher, Mr.Mega, walks in and the class quiets down "Okay children lets take our seats, we have alot to learn today." he talks to his plush pony in his hand "we sure do mr.fluttershy" blah blah blah "okay children lets start the day with some simple math problems.. What is 40 divided by 8..(silence) .. come on children don't be shy, just give it your best shot (David raises his hand) Yes David?" David gives out his answer, "um 4?.. "
Mega stares at David, "Okay. Now let's try to get an answer from someone who's not a complete retard. Anyone? Come on, don't be shy."
Johny: "I think I know the answer, Mr. Mega."
Marco: [mocking Johny in high-pitched, gibberish voice]
Johny: Shut up, fat boy!
Marco: Hey! Don't call me fat, ya ing faag!
Mr. Mega: Marco! Did you just say the F-word?
Marco: faag?
Johny: No, he's talking about "fock." You can't say "fock" in school, you focking fat ass.
Mr. Mega: Johny!
Marco: Why the fock not?
Mr. Mega: Marco!
David: Dude, you just said fock again!
Mr. Mega: David!
Carlos: [coughs] Fock.
Mr. Mega: Carlos!
Marco: What's the big deal? It doesn't hurt anybody! Fock, fockity-fock-fock-fock!
Mr. Mega: How would you like to go see the school counselor?
Marco: How would you like to suck my balls?
[everyone gasps]OOOH Get rekt m8!1! 420 180 NO SCOPE SWAG MTN DEW DORITOS WOW SHREK SNOOP DOGG MOM
GET THE CAMERAAAA
Mr. Mega: [enraged] WHAT DID YOU SAY?!?!
Marco: Oh, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Actually, what I said was: [picks up a megaphone] "How would you like to suck my balls, Mr. Mega?"
[Mega stands rooted to the spot, frozen with fury]
Johny: Holy shet, dude.