May Sickness (Chapter 41)

Chapter 41

It was a whole nine days after his battle with Roy that Michaels falling body hit the ground. A journey from the world of man, through Hell to a plain that radiated an aura of evil.

Michael lay in the dark, with only enough light to discern the outlines of the surroundings. They were simple, large boulders, rocks, and a mountain in the distances, but absent of greens.

Michael looked around as he started to stand.

May Sickness (Chapter 40)

Chapter 40

Samantha walked through the door to her house.

“Mom is that you?” Came a girl’s voice.

“Yes Carry.”

A teenage girl ran to Samantha and hugged her.

“How was it? Did you get hurt?”

“No.” She looked into her daughter's eyes, they where greyed, blind, with a line cutting through the centre of her face, through the eyes. “How was school?”

“It was good, hard though.”

“Oh, just keep trying.”

The phone rang.

Samantha walked to it and answered it.

“Hello?” She asked.

“Samantha?” A male voice answered.

“Mr. Ferdinand, how are you?”

“I’m good, I’m calling to see how you are.”

“I’m good, why?”

“You just got back from taking care of the kid that killed Michael, Raphael, and Gabriel.”

“Yes, he was something else.”

“Well we are going to need you to write a report on what happened. Everything that happened today should not have happened. Find the reason behind it.”

“Okay.”

May Sickness (Chapter 39)

Chapter 39

The boy had been dead for several minutes, but Roy's hands were still tightly around his throat. Roy's eyes were transfixed on Kevin's purple face, slowly being wet by falling tears.

Regret crept in from a far corner of his mind, to engulfing it entirely. This is it?He thought. This is it?! It can’t be over! I want you to suffer!“This isn’t over! God damn it!” Roy yelled he started to shake Kevin's limp body. “Come back! Come back so I can kill you again!” He started to punch Kevin’s face, slowly breaking the bones of his skull.

“I think he’s dead.” Came the soft voice of a woman. Her voice, alone, calmed Roy, he stopped his pointless onslaught.

Roy looked back, and behind him was Samantha. From where he was setting, the angle, she looked young, beautiful. Unlike the others, who wore formal wear, her clothes where passed casual and on the border of relaxation and night wear. A long sweater, a pair of yoga pants and a pair of slip on shoes. Her long red hair fell to her mid back, and her big blue eyes sparkled in the sun light.

They looked into each other’s eyes.

“So you’re the kid that’s causing all the trouble? That guy is not one of us, who is he?” Her voice was calm and collected.

“He’s the one that started all this.” Roy looked at the ground as he spoke.

“Are you glad you’ve killed him?” She asked.

“Yes. I only wish I could do it again, he did terrible things, and deserved a harsher punishment than death.” Roy's words were cold, voicing his anger.

“I see. Was your drive to kill him the reason you were able to kill two of the strongest humans in the world?” Samantha asked.

“I don’t care if it was.” He looked back at Kevin’s body, but then felt a hand on his shoulder. “Are you going to kill me? If so I will not fight a woman, and at this point I won’t fight back even if it was a man.”

“Stand up, please.”

Roy did as she asked; he got to his feet and stood in front of her, getting a better look at her. She was definitely older than he had originally thought, she was in her forties, but her age did not infringe on her beauty but pay it complements, with lines defining a beautiful mature face.

“Your soul is pure, it is not up to me to judge you though, and I am to stay unbiased.” She took a deep breath, and continued. “In my life I have killed countless innocent and guilty people, and there has always been regret accompanied by it.”

Roy stopped her, “Why are you telling me this? What meaning does it have?” He asked, sounding rude.

“It holds all the meaning it has to, it will help you answer a question I will soon ask you, okay?”

“Okay, go ahead.”

“It’s a cruel joke, the after life that is. Whether you believe in it or not, it still exist, but the only time you can see it is when you are damned to suffering. You can go about your life not believing in it, but when you do die, you get peace and rest, Heaven. The same goes for if you believe, except you never knew if it exist, but you pray to go to Heaven.” She saw Roy was getting agitated, “Don’t worry this is going somewhere. There is only one way to be certain in your life to know whether it exists or not, but it’s also what separated the pure from the sinners...”

“Which is?” Roy asked.

“To be a sinner and see for yourself.”

“Okay?” Roy said, confused.

“It’s okay if you don’t understand, I’ll explain. There are few sins worthy of damning you to Hell, murder in one of them. When you kill someone, if they are guilty nothing happens, but if they aren’t you’ll know it. If you kill an innocent person, you get the slightest sight of Heaven. For the shortest amount of time you feel the ultimate pleasure, the one you would feel in paradise, Heaven. It gives you a taste of something you’ll never have, and it’s the first torture you feel. So I’ll ask you, have you seen a little slice of heaven? Are you innocent or guilty?”

“Before I answer that, what’s your name?”

“I’m Samantha.” She answered.

“All of it.”

“Samantha the Compassionate.”

Roy sat on the ground, “Well Miss Compassionate why don’t you just kill me?” Roy asked.

“I don’t want to.” She looked down at him.

“It’s funny,” He said, looking at his bare feet, “I can remember every moment of my life, right down to the smallest detail. I can devise a plan to do anything imaginable, to accomplish every possible goal. I have experienced the worst possible pains, in every sense. But even with all this knowledge, experience, and everything else, I don’t know what to do. Sure I have numerous contingency plans, but no matter how I look at it, there’s no way out.”

“No way out of what?” Samantha asked.

“No way out of a life full of pain, my life will never be the same.”

“That’s true, but it’s the same for everyone.”

Roy looked at her and smiled. “I hope you don’t get offended, but you’re really cute. You’re pretty.”

“Thank you.” She replied.

“You’re only the second person I have ever said anything like that to.” He started to cry.

“You don’t want to die, do you?” Samantha asked.

“What are you talking about? I’ve lived far to long to fear death.”

“How old are you?” Samantha asked, as Roy’s words perplexed her.

“Sixteen.” He smiled but tears still fell.

“You’ve hardly lived.” She smiled.

“Your going to kill me, aren’t you?” He asked.

“Yes, I’m afraid so.”

“Well, I had a good run, wouldn’t you say so?” She remained silent, “How is it?” Roy asked.

“What?”

“How is Heaven?”

“It’s the most amazing place, perfect, a utopia. Any loved one that has passed on is there, pain doesn’t exist there. You can rest in eternal peace”

“Can’t wait to get there.” A few seconds of silence passed.

“Are you ready?” Samantha broke the silence.

“Yeah go ahead.” Roy closed his eyes and felt her hand rest on his head.

“I’m sorry.” She said.

In an explosion of blood and shredded flesh, Roy’s body dispersed into the air. Blood settled on the ground, with any solids broking down into an indistinguishable powder and mush.

Roy’s world turned to complete darkness.

“Roy is that you? Why are you here?” Nina’s voice cut through the darkness, the darkness turned to light and a euphoria filled Roy’s body.

Nina stepped into Roy’s view, and Roy ran to her. He hugged and kissed her. “I love you Nina! I love you.”

She smiled and said. “I love you too.”

May Sickness (Chapter 38)

Chapter 38

“If anyone else is going to attack me do it now!” Roy yelled into the void, the emptiness of the street.

In moments he found Kevin. He was hiding in a cemetery.

Kevin sat under a tree in the city’s largest cemetery. “Damn I bet that guy is dead. I just hope he gave whoever a hell of a time.” Kevin said out loud.

“I did.” Roy said as he approached Kevin from behind.

Kevin was startled. “What the hell!? How are you a live? You didn’t kill whoever it was, did you?”

“Three of them.”

“Crap!” Kevin made an attempt to run.

Roy grabbed the back of Kevin’s shirt and slammed him down, his head hitting the tree. Roy sat on top of him. “Why did you do it?!” Roy cried, his tears hitting Kevin’s face. “Why did you kill her?! Why did you do that before you killed her?!”

“Because.”

“Because?! Why?!”

“I wanted to have some fun. Simple as that, now get off...”

Roy’s hand closed around Kevin’s throat, he squeezed. Kevin’s face became redder and redder.

Kevin clawed at Roy’s face, lacerating the flesh, but Roy did not so much as even flinch.

Slowly Roy squeezed the life out of Kevin, his heart stopped but Roy continued.

May Sickness (Chapter 37)

Chapter 37

“I always thought that we would be together.” Roy said softly as he continued to walk away from Gabriel's and Raphael's bodies.

The cool mountain wind whipped through the town, falling more and more leaves. The leaves were changing colour, ranging from browns to pleasant colours like red and orange. They fell waiting to be raked into large piles, later to be composted.

It was the first day of Fall Break for Nina and Roy and they were enjoying the thought of no school for another seven days. They had been together for two months, went on many dates, and generally were in love, spending many hours together each day, having fun.

May Sickness (Chapter 35)

Chapter 35

Roy had only ran a block, maybe two, when he sensed something. It made his skin crawl, as if maggots were crawling under his flesh, every now and then taking a bite. A chill ran up his spine, he shivered. What he felt was the desire to kill, to commit unspeakable acts, this feeling radiated off the pavement and buildings. The whole area was like a manifestation of Hell, an evil surrounding everything.

But from the emptiness came a voice, “Wow! Did you see that Gabriel? He killed Michael!” The voice of Raphael echoed through the street. Roy looked around, but saw nothing.

“Yeah Rapha, that was something else.” Replied Gabriel.

“Who’s there?!” Roy yelled, not seeing the two.

Slowly from the ground, like two zombies, theyemerged.

May Sickness (Chapter 34)

Chapter 34

There standing in the middle of the road; arms crossed and as tall as a giant, wearing a clean black suit; and with his face covered in dozens of scars, was Michael. His eyes were fixed on Roy, following him as he ran.

Roy continued to run even after noticing Michael watching him.

“Running away are you?” Michael asked.

Roy stopped as he heard Michael and looked at him. “Why would I be running away? I just have to be somewhere else.” Roy said, trying to be nonchalant.

“Where might that be?” Michael asked as he started to walk toward Roy.

“Not here.” Roy replied, “I’ll be leaving now.”

“Why? What possible reason could you have? You’re just a kid.” Michael continued to walk, he smiled as he spoke.

May Sickness (Chapter 31)

Chapter 31

“See you when I get home Roy.” Roy’s mother said as she walked out the door.

A feeling shot through him, forcing him to say. “Mom, I love you.” Roy was confused as to why he said it, but it felt right.

“Love you too.” She smiled at him.

“Bye, mom.”

“Bye.”

She shut the door behind her.

Roy walked to the bathroom.

Roy looked in the mirror, still he was not used to his newly acquired appearance. He smiled thinking of Nina’s words.

May Sickness (Chapter 15)

Chapter 15

A few days had passed since the marathon of movies and reading and Roy was ready to start checking things off his list.

His mother was working at one of the city’s hospitals and would be pulling sixteen hour shifts.

Roy sat in his room, alone in the house. On his bed he sat staring at the boxes spread throughout the room.

That’s it!Roy had found his training exercise.I should of thought of this sooner, I’ll unpack.

From the middle of his room, Roy orchestrated a dazzling show. Boxes unpacked, clothes folded and settles in the dresser, an area rug unrolled across the floor. In a matter of minutes the room was unpacked.

Wow! That was amazing!Roy pulled a piece of paper, the list, from his pocket, he slid his finger over the words, “Move shit with mind”. The ink was pulled from the paper, he let it fall to the carpet.

Well then, one down and a bunch left. Maybe I can check another off.

Roy raised his arms, parallel to the floor. He closed his eyes, soon he could no longer feel the floor beneath his feet.

What he felt from the act of no longer being confined to the Earth was enough for him to say, out loud, “Yeah! Ha, ha, ha, take that gravity!” He then moved about the room, “Hardly mastered, but hell credit where credit is due.” He floated to his bed. “This is too awesome.”

That night Roy did not sleep, he kept thinking of what he might be able to do with the power he possessed. I don’t want to change the world, I just want to see Nina.

May Sickness (Chapter 14)

Chapter 14

Once again Roy woke up early. Throughout the night, as he lay in bed, he tried to consolidate an index of the powers he had seen in comics and in movies. It was such an aberrant abstraction that he never truly dissected the powers the characters had displayed. What is the farthest he can do that? Does it work under these circumstances? So many questions shot through his mind, that even once he was asleep in his dreams he continued to think about it.

To compensate for a previous lack of interest and knowledge, of that once trivial subject, he decided to conduct research. But how? He did not have a computer or any material on the manner, so how was he to get anything accomplished? Damn. I have to go to the LIBRARY.

As of the antecedent day Roy had been arrested more times than he had been to a library. To him it was a place where people went to supplement their knowledge, thus stating they lacked knowledge, and once more, simplified, it was a symbol saying, “Hey you guys are dumbasses and you need me.”

Roy looked at the clock, it was only six o’clock. Nothing would be open until at least eight. “What to do?” He looked around his room. “I guess I’ll unpack.”

Gurgle.His stomach growled.

May Sickness (Chapter 13)

Chapter 13

That morning when Roy awoke he decided exactly what he would spend the day doing, talking to Nina.

Roy walked into the living room, as his mother had said there was electricity, but was the phone on? Roy wondered, It’s Monday so her father should be at work. With the cordless phone in his hand, he pressed the start button. “Good, there’s a dial tone.”

He dialled the phone number to Nina’s house.

It rang once, it rang twice and on the third ring someone answered.

“Hello?” Shit, it’s him.

“Yes, may I talk to Nina?” Roy asked.

“Who is this?” Her father asked.

“It’s me, Roy.”

May Sickness (Chapter 12)

Chapter 12

Roy sat against his bed watching the flickering of the flame.

What can I do? Hell, all I can do is set around and cry, like a little bitch.He started to smile. The look on that cops face, he almost shit himself when he saw them.Roy turned his focus to his hands. He remembered punching the girl in the face, stabbing the man, and slamming the mans face against the wall. He remembered how to felt. It was not the feeling of the surge in adrenaline through his veins, but the sensation of the emptiness in his heart being filled. I’m a sick bastard. I’m a piece of trash for doing that to a girl.

May Sickness (Chapter 6)

Chapter 6

In the darkness of night, screams echoed, cries of anguish, cries of pain, heart wrenching cries, cries of such a hurting soul that the heavens, themselves, cry in pity.

In a small suburb, in a small town, horrors of unspeakable nature took place. A family forever gone, never to return. A disturbed soul, a libertine, wreaked his revenge on the world, directly on the bodies of the innocent.

Samantha had arrived to late, but just in time to see the world for what it was. What she saw were bodies, corpses, cut into pieces, laid out on the floor like a salacious display of children’s building blocks. What she saw was a man, drenched in blood, leaning over an infant, knife in hand.

“Stop!” Her scream startled him, the knife slipped, cutting across the infant’s eyes.

“Damn it!” The knife came crashing toward the child’s head...

The blade shattered, the shards falling to the floor, around the child. The man made a grab towards the baby, his hands exploded.

“You dare touch a child! You will suffer more than the parents of that child did!” Samantha placed her hand on his head.

May Sickness (Chapter 5)

Chapter 5

Bill was a man of average standings. He had worked at the same white collar job for over a decade. At his job he would sit at a desk for eight hours a day, answering phones, nothing more nothing less. His appearance was also that of a mediocre stature, mid-forties, paying off a mortgage, a just typical suburbanite with a mundane life.

The only thing extraordinary about Bill was his wife, Mary. She was gorgeous. They were a perfect contrast to one another; she was tall with long blonde hair, he was short and balding, he was fat, she was in excellent portion. Many times he asked himself why she was with him.

It was after work when it all started.

May Sickness (Chapter 4)

Chapter 4

From the gathering crowd one man stood out. He wore a pin stripe suit, as did two other men on either side of him. Their suits were perfect; free of stains, wrinkles, flaws. Unlike the others, as they walked, the droplets of rain did not absorb into their clothes, or even touch them. As they moved the rain made a path for them, moving out of the way and then returning to their original positions.

The man standing in the middle was tall, with the height at about seven foot, he had broad shoulders. Through the sleeves of the suit it was obvious that his arms were large and muscular. His legs, like tree trunks, walked with heavy steps. His being, his entire person, radiated a strong, intimidating aura. His face was covered with scars; with two more prominent, one running the length of his face cutting through his left eye; and the other running through the middle of his face, perpendicular to the other.

The men at his sides were small, in comparison, but large on their own. They stood around six foot, with much smaller, thinner bodies.

May Sickness (Chapter 3)

Chapter 3

…so much despair.

The memories they shared, the thoughts of love, everything exited his mind. Darkness surrounded him, vision escaped from his being. Felix could no longer hear Rose’s pleas, her anguished moans. The strength in his legs gave out, no longer able to support his body. Felix reached for stability, in his blind, weaken state he found the wall he had just been leaning against. What’s going on? She needs my help!

The man ran his hand along Rose’s waist. He caressed her breast. She continually cried, crying from the pain, the humiliation, and the helplessness.

May Sickness (Chapter 2)

When I was writing May Sickness I wanted it to be really pedantic so I added higher level words in random places (kind of like what Stephenie Meyer did in Twilight).

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Chapter 2

The family Felix came from was that of the working class. His father worked in the city’s one remaining factory, while his mother worked as a waitress at a small diner. His parents past were that of mediocrity, they were not particularly smart, but that of average intelligence. They did not have connections with any influential individuals, all they had were their strong backs.

Felix did not have much ambition; he knew how hard it was to succeed. Ambition would lead to big goals, and when those goals were not accomplished, sadness would fill your heart, and he knew that. It was best to dream small and be happy when things went well, as compared to dreaming big and being disappointed every other day.

Felix could easily remember that day, that sad day. It was a beautiful day, the sun shined bright, the skies were clear with a soft baby blue, and a refreshing breeze swept through the city. That day would change his life and lead him down a road of plaintive tears, but also one of peace and laughter.

May Sickness (Chapter 1)

May Sickness is the story I wrote sophomore year of high school (I graduated the 1st of June this year and just got my diploma on the 21st) and it took me about 3 months to write. This pretty much means that it's not Stephen King quality but I will edit it regularly to try to make it better. The name comes from Gogatsu byou which holds some meaning because after I finished it I skipped a few days of school because I was exhausted (it wasn't in May though).



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There isn't that many people I can thank, this was the result of pure boredom and spontaneity, but those I can thank the world will know their names. First off myself, without you who would I be? Nothing in the most literal sense of the word. Alex, the best damn girlfriend a man can ask for, thank you for being by my side and continually showing me love and support. I love you.

Chapter 1

A downpour of despair fell upon the city, that city so full of sin, that city so selfish. The rain washed away any morality and any virtue that may have clung to those skyscrapers which they, so proud, built. It washed away any hope that remained under bridges and tucked away in alleyways. Optimistic vagabonds dampen by the saliva from a million mouths of the heavens. Mouths that smile on the lucky, the prosperous, but spit on the down trotted and poor.

A canopy of umbrellas concealed the pavement below. Those umbrellas were carried in the hands of the masses, dronesfresh off a never ending assembly line. The drones, so afraid that the droplets of condensation might cause a short circuit, clench their umbrellas and continue to march to their meaningless professions.