Like A Fantasy Story

(This is probably my favorite story I have written up until this point in my life. There are a few changes I want to make to it, but this is the original version, unedited/proofread =D)




      24 hours ago, I was a normal person, or at least as normal with someone like my life could be. Drunks for parents, rags for clothes, and anything that happened to me was either bad or just plain weird. Hell my parents named me Yellow. YELLOW! Who the fuck names their kid a color, especially yellow?
      Now, I have no idea where the fuck I am. It's cold, I'm pretty beaten up, and it has been a few days since I have eaten.
     Well I can't say a few days since the days here seem to last longer then 24 hours, or whatever the hell they use to measure time in this fucking place.
     24 hours ago, I had the same problems as everyone else, or at least as similar as problems I could have with someone like my life. Really don't have many friends. The ones that I do have are scummy. They'd ditch me for a bag of Doritos. I really have only one close friend, Jonas. At least his parents gave him a kind of normal name. Not fucking Yellow like my parents. What the hell were they on when they had me?
Being Yellow is the least of my problems. Now, my name could be Jehosifats McDouchenstein, it really doesn't matter. Now my life couldn't be stranger.
     24 hours ago, I was bored, and this time it was like a normal person. Jonas and I were walking through some forest that we never have been through. It was something to do. During the whole walk, we would make up tales of grandeur and epic heroism, involving us of course. Man how we wish our lives could be like that. Live a life like in a fantasy story. End up in some strange world, turns out your the chosen one and you have to save the world from some peril. You get stronger all the way, you overcome all your barriers from before and hell, you meet a princess or some shit like that and you both fall madly in love and have lots of wild, hot, passionate sex. You wish your life could be like that. Not this boring, uneventful life that you live now.
      Now I wish things would just return to normal... or as normal a life could be where you got pulled into a magical box and ended up in some strange ass world.
      I like to imagine Jonas freaked the fuck up. It gives me some solace, in a comedic yet sadistic way. Him just standing there, not believing what his eyes just witnessed, or not wanting to believe. Then all of a sudden, you here him say the one line "What the fuck!" Then afterwords for the next 10 minutes or so, he incoherently screams, now in a state of complete and utter panic. I also like to imagine how he would explain it to his parents. He tries to explain, pulls the trust card, and they just think that he is too big of a drugie, and send him to psychiatric therapy and rehab for the drugs. No one will believe him; no one will believe that his friend Yellow, a kid that no one really cares about in the first place, just opened up a strange box they found in the woods and got sucked into it. I wouldn't believe it under any other circumstances.
Still though, it's one of the few things I can think about and get a chuckle or two out of in this horrid place. I actually think it is snowing now, but hell, I have no idea, because the snow is purple. Kind of weird actually. A bit of yellow in a sea of purple.
I really don't wish anything bad onto Jonas. I hope what I think about in my head won't or hasn't really happen. Time is another thing I can't get in this place, especially in comparison to another world, or universe or fuckiverse. I just don't know. He was a great friend, one of the few I actually had. Though I am not sure I would go as far as saying I would wish this whole fate that I am in onto myself before I let it get to anyone else. This place fucking sucks.
     So, back to the story. 24 hours ago, we were walking through the woods, wishing our lives could be like a fantasy story, and all of sudden, I trip. Jonas laughs, and I laugh a little at myself. I get myself up and brush myself off and I look at what I tripped on, and there the fucking box was. Well it's not even really a box. A jewelry box at most, but it was fancy as all hell. It's like a chest you would find in a rich person's house in the 1800'ds that contained all the misses gold shit. My friend and I both think the same thing, "AWESOME!" We figure something awesome or valuable could be in it. Maybe we could get the fantasy life we so desire, or maybe just a little more cash. The thing is though, he couldn't open it. There was no key or anything, just a little button that opened up a latch. The button wouldn't budge.
     Of course he is discouraged, but I wasn't going to pass up a try. The second I push the button the latch opens. I laugh at him and mock his manliness for a second, then jokingly he said "Hey, maybe you were destined to open that box. Maybe you are the chosen one." "Yeah I wish" was my ignorant reply. Fuck, if I only knew what the hell was about to happen, my words probably would have been somewhere around "FUCK THE CHOSEN ONE, I DON'T WANT TO DEAL WITH ALL THAT SHIT!"
     I open the box, and in there was this beautiful necklace. It was a golden chain, and the center piece was a shiny, golden amulet thingy. This thing, if it had monetary value in our world, had to be worth at least a few grand, if not a lot more. I stare deeply in to the amulet, mesmerized. I see my reflection, and I get lost into space (no pun intended) All my friend could say is "You lucky bastard." Yeah, lucky alright. He didn't get mugged and get his clothes taken by bandits in the middle of a fucking purple storm.
All of a sudden, I start to shake, or everything else started to shake, it was really all a blur. When your molecular structure starts to morph and your body starts defying all the known laws of physics and nature, you tend not to know what the hell is going on. I get sucked into the box with the amulet, and I went to flying through space.
         Oh, by flying through space, I mean flying through a region that looked like a rainbow threw up everywhere. I swear, it was the most colorful thing in existence. It seems like a hippies dream, or nightmare, I am not quite sure.
I end up in some village. I am just going to sum it up, because it really isn't worth explaining. The elders think I am some kind of oracle (notice how I said think. For all they or I know, I just got fucked over and I am just Yellow, a nobody.) and I need to deliver the amulet I had to this temple in a mountain that is protected by a dragon. At first I am excited. I am shitting my pants with joy. Finally some action. I get to be a hero.
Well it seems that all the fantasy stories you read and watch in movies are the best of worlds. I got the ghettos of fantasy worlds. They don't give me a weapon, or a vehicle or even a horse. I get some clothes to keep me warm (hah), a bag to carry enough food, and a map. Too bad that all got stolen.
    First off, you think you wouldn't mind all the walking you have to do, but oh god no. It took forever. Like 5 days, or hell, quests. I think I have the right to define the things in this world to my will since I have no idea what anything is. They never even told me the name of anything. I am sincerely clueless.
     It wasn't snowing purple in the beginning. It was cold, but bearable. Then after halfway, the purple snow just came down. I think it is actually colder then normal snow, but I keep telling myself that this will get better, and I trudge on. Well I get near the place, and some fucking bandits come out of nowhere. I panic and fall to the ground (which I drop my amulet in the snow, so they never end up stealing it) and they don't even ask me what I have or anything. They just hold me down, take everything, kick the shit out of me, then leave me to freeze in the snow. HOW IS THIS MAKING ME STRONGER?! I have not learned how to fight, or anything. This fucking blows.
     I get to the mountain where the temple is, or at least I think it is the mountain. They stole my map. Well anyway, the mountain is so steep, there is no way to climb it. I have no rope, there is no back way, no flying carpets or teleporters. Nothing. I am truly fucked. So I found some little crevice where there was little snow, and I am currently trying to conserve as much heat as I can while I think of what in the world I have to go next.
     24 hours ago, I had a boring life. Now I wish I still had that boring life.
     Let me tell you, whenever you think life is boring and you wish it would be more adventurous, just slap yourself in the face and move on, because odds are your life is better then mine now. Your boring life is the fantasy story that I wish I could have now, because you're not freezing your balls off in snow. Your Yellow balls in purple snow.  

Gasoline

[Another old story, but this is one I am somewhat fond of. I made a few small changes to the original story, but it was after a skim, so there might be a few things I need to change.]

The kid was a little shaken, but ready. Once you finally get the determination to finally do something like this, then you are ready. He was soaked, and smelled quite awful. The smell could be compared to a gas station bathroom. Every once in a while, he twitched, and had to itch his face. Whenever a family on a Saturday stroll walked by, they looked at him as if he was a drug dealer, or some kind of new-age rebel, about to commit some dastardly act. Maybe first impressions are more accurate than you think.

The kid laughs a little, then spits at the ground, to get the nasty taste out of his mouth. He felt all the pockets that containing things he was carrying. “It’s all there.” He said. Then, as if the climax of his own dramatic Shakespearean play, he was about to started his final monologue. This was his time to shine. The spotlight was on him. The masses of lost and confused people were looking upon him. Society was absolute chaos. When the crowd noticed he was about to speak, they all instantaneously went silent. The watery eyes of the people were filled with so much hope and optimism because they were about to be enlightened. He was going to tell them what was wrong with the world and how to fix it. He was going to help save the world.

“The world is in some deep shit, to say the least. The entire infrastructure of humanity is close to collapsing. Our whole way of life is about to perish; economically, politically, and morally. We are faced with war and genocide, poverty and disease, excuses and apathy. If we don’t do something soon, we are facing our own Armageddon.”

The kid spoke with the conviction of a Juggernaut, the intensity of a General during a time of war, and the sincerity of a Saint. Every single soul in the crowd was moved by words. When he slammed a closed fist in his hand for emphasis, the crowd would physically move from of the ferocity of his words. They would start to get ready to cheer, but they knew that interrupting the kid’s speech would be like interrupting God himself. It must be saved for the very end.

Several friends walk out of a near-by gas station and see the kid talking. He was standing next to the train tracts, and was talking like he was giving a speech. It made no sense. The group of friends chuckled and walked away. It was just some stupid, crazy kid that was talking to himself, or more like preaching to himself.

The kid stopped speaking for a second, and panned the crowd. He saw the inspiration in the crowd. It was because of him. So with even more vigor, he started to speak again. “If we want anything to change, we are the ones who have to do it. No matter how rich or powerful someone is, nothing is going to change unless it is done by the masses, by you. We can’t rely on the government, since because they let us get into this position. Government started because we knew that humans were naturally destructive. Humans are selfish beings that only look out themselves and neglect the rest of society. It is then that we enacted the government. They were there to keep us intact and help keep us safe. One of the many flaws about that is a little less obvious then the rest. We became dependent on them. With the government in place, humans could still act selfish and greedy, as long as they behaved within the laws. We became dependent on them to help society as a whole. As long as each person was able to sustain a decent life, at least, they didn’t care. This system may have seemingly worked for a while, but it cannot sustain itself anymore. The government cannot help us anymore. They cannot help what was originally our duty. They had created things like homeless shelters and welfare to help those in need, but the only reason they had to create those things is because we weren’t helping them ourselves. How many times have you passed a homeless man and just shrugged him off? Figured he was just an alcoholic who wasn’t trying hard enough. Whatever the case, you just forget about him, as you do the rest of society who is in dire need of help. We have reached the time where we can no longer forget those who are in trouble because our society as whole is in danger, in danger of collapsing. Our lives are in danger. We have to cast out the ignorance and apathy that we have had of the rest of the world. We have to evolve as a human race and do our part to help save the world!”

The crowd could not contain itself anymore. The crowd exploded with a roar. People clapping, cheering, screaming, anything they could do to show their bliss. The energy everyone had could fuel the world’s energy problem for the rest of eternity.

A cop car pulled up next to the kid. A family earlier complained that he seemed like a menace. The cop slowly got out of the car and screamed out “Hey kid! What are you doing?”

The kid looks over and laughs. It wasn’t slight chuckle, but he was full out laughing. The crowd looked confused, as if what he was laughing about, and they never were going to get an answer. Laughing and laughing and laughing; it was the only thing he was doing. It kept on going until he started to cough uncontrollably. Some disgusting, odd colored liquid came out. “The government doesn’t care about us anymore, and neither do their watchdogs! They have given up hope, and rather help fuel the downfall of humanity! Instead of being proactive, they further dig the grave, making it big enough for the melting pot of the world!”

The cop did understand who or what the kid was talking about. The kid acted like he was talking to a crowd; a crowd that wasn't there. All he knew is that this kid was being a public menace and had to be stopped. “Okay, I am going to have to ask you stop doing whatever it is you are doing, and please go home.” Gun at holster, with his hand hovering over it; the cop was ready if anything happened.

“These watchdogs are as corrupt and apathetic as the people who they were hired to protect. They will do whatever they want, and if they feel threatened by change that we are trying to do, they may try and stop us! I propose to you now, that no matter what comes in our way, we must keep fighting! Our government was established and was stated in the declaration of independence that ‘That whenever any Form of Government becomes destructive of these ends, it is the Right of the People to alter or to abolish it, and to institute new Government, laying its foundation on such principles and organizing its powers in such form, as to them shall seem most likely to effect their Safety and Happiness.’ The government has failed us and it up to us to make a difference! They might try to stop us, through the power of the pen, or the power of the sword, but it makes no difference. If the entire world has the energy that I see in this crowd, we will succeed, no matter what!”

The cop realized that he was probably not getting through to the kid, so he decided to try something else. Gun not in holster anymore, rather in his hand, pointed at the kid. He wasn’t going to shoot the kid unless he did something hostel, but he needed to get the kid to stop, and come back to the station for questioning. He was a nuisance to the community and something needed to be done. “Kid, please just stop and come with me for a second. I really don’t want to shoot.”

The kid looked back at the cop. There was no way he was going to leave with the cop. It was time to finish what he was born to do. He pulled out a lighter from his pocket, and clenched it in his hand. “We don’t have much time, and I am afraid that I won’t be able to help much more after this speech. I am being ostracized from society because I want to change the world. This is why I am talking to you. After I am gone, it is up to all of you to continue this fight. In the end, it is all about the message. Our message will save the world. Maybe if our message can reach people across the globe, then maybe we stand a chance. All that I can do now is to tell you our message. Tell you what must be done.”

The cop had no idea what to do. This was only his second week on the job. He hasn’t dealt with any situation like this, and it was not like the academy prepared him for something like this. He noticed that the train lights were going off; a train was coming. A kid was standing their, preaching to no one in front of the train tracks. The only thing he could think to do was call for back up. He called in on his radio, gun still pointing at the kid.

The kid took a deep breath in. It was now or never. He couldn’t let all his work end up in failure. He exhaled. “I am the martyr for the world’s anti-sins. I am your hope, and you are the future. Please don’t let me, nay, the world down. The message is, love everyone and love the world.”

The cop was watching, still trying to figure out what to do. He saw the kid with the lighter, but didn’t quite fire. It wasn’t necessarily a threat. The lighter then got lit, and the tip of the lighter, the flame, went to his heart. All of a sudden, the kid burst into flames. The thing the kid was soaked in was gasoline. Instantly, the cop fired at the kid, hoping he could take him down before he caused any harm. He hit his chest, which punctured a small container of fuel that he had in his pocket. A small outburst of flames came from the container once the fire reached the rest of the fuel. The cop just fell down and watched the scene in horror. With that shot, a small portion of the crowd disappeared.

The crowd was in sheer panic. Their beloved leader, their messiah, was in flames. Almost everyone was in tears, bawling their eyes out. The most terrifying thing about the scene is that he was still alive. He was slowing walking offstage.

The kid’s pain was nothing. In the face of death, you really don’t care what happens to you, you care what happens to those close to you after your death. With each step, he left a fiery footprint, from his gasoline soaked shoes. Each fiery step extinguished a few of the people in the crowd. Slowly, few by few, the crowd dissipated into almost nothing. He walked around the railing that blocks people from crossing when a train is near. That didn’t stop him. He walked into the middle of the tracks, and stared the train head on. The conductor noticed the kid and started to blare his horn, but it was to no avail; he wasn’t moving. The kid put his legs together, and lifted his arms into the air, to make a lowercase‘t’. It was as if he was Jesus himself, though he knew he was far from it. In the few seconds before the train came barreling into him, he hears a scream from the side. “KID NO!” it was the cop. He dropped his gun and extended his arm, as if he could actually do something to stop it. There was no stopping him. There was no stopping change. There was no stopping history. It needed to happen.

The impact took a fraction of a second. Little did anyone know is that he had at least six more mini gas tanks scattered throughout his attire. Those exploded on impact. He had also ingested as much gasoline as his body could take before expelling it all through vomiting. His fiery intestines flew in every direction, and the front of the train was on fire as it was slowly coming to a stop. It truly was a graphic scene. All there was left was some smoldering pieces of flesh, and the remnants of a crowd that never was.

The cop just sat there, eyes twitching. He had never witnessed anything like this in his entire life. It was hard to even fathom anything like unless you actually witnessed it like he did. All of a sudden, his words resonated through his mind. He was one of the watchdogs. He was trying to stop the change. Not able to understand what the change was, but still interfering with it, he had no other choice. The cop picked up the gun from the ground and put the muzzle in his mouth. He couldn’t live with himself after all that happened. He may have not been in his right mind, but after that, his mind wasn’t even in the right place.

All there was left was some smoldering pieces of flesh, the remnants of a crowd that never was, and a cop who just happened to be at the wrong place at the at the right time. The last person who knew of the kids message died with that gunshot.