Reality Break: REWRITE!

[kkhohoho]

Hello there. As some of you may have known, I used to write a series of fan fiction called "Reality Break", but I ended up stopping because it felt tedious writing. I would later learn that this was due to me not liking my style of writing.  So, I got better, and I now like what I write.  With that in mind, I am rewriting Reality Break and calling it "Reality Break: REWRITE!". For now, I will keep the previous Reality Break up so that the readers can compare REWRITE to the original works.  I hope that you like what you see.

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A hand slammed down upon the alarm clock, like a car trying to get home before rush-hour.  "Uhhh...5 more minutes mommy."  He then rolled off of the bed within his blue blanket, like a waterfall. "OW!"  He groggily got up, remembered who he was, and examined his surroundings. He now remembered, among many other things, that tomorrow was his 17th birthday. He looked at himself in the mirror. Tall, brown hair...it all checked out.  He limped over to the drawer like a cripple, then fell over, picked himself up again, and stood upright like the Empire State Building.  He got on a pair of blue jeans, a white shirt, his digital watch, and a brown jacket, and proceeded downstairs.

He looked at his watch, and the time was apparently 9:37AM.  You couldn't tell what time of day it was with the rain.  It was easy to tell that it was raining though; you just had to look out the slide door, as he was doing now.  As he continued to stare into what seemed to be a continuation of these now 5 days of on and off rain, he thought he heard someone call out to him.  "Michael?" As Michael turned, he saw a rare sight.  His parents were actually home, actually eating breakfast. They were home.

If the average person were to look at Michael's face, they'd say it was full of anger and confusion. "What the hell are you guys doing here?!"  He sounded as though he were reacting to the Archduke of Austria's death in 1914.

"Why, Michael, don't you think you should treat us a little more kindly?  After all, you hardly see us this time of day, or any time at all I might add.  And where are your brothers?" The women who Michael knew to be his mother sounded as though nothing was wrong, as if World Peace had existed since the beginning of time.

Michael felt ticked.  "My brothers? My brothers?! Those walking piles of filth are probably in the basement playing videogames or pool, while you two eat English muffins!  Are my brothers all you two care abou----wait a minute. Why are you two here?"

"Why Michael, we are simply enjoying our day off!" She sipped her tea with the utmost grace.

"A day off, huh? I suppose you think you're some sort of high class noble, enjoying a day off, delicately sipping your tea, while this poor excuse for your husband is busy gulfing down a whiskey."  He gestured to the fat slob sitting next to his mother.

"He is merely enjoying his breakfast! Isn't that right honey?" She looked gleefully towards her husband.  The long haired, muscle-bound oaf was too busy eating and drinking to notice.

Michael put his hand over his face.  "It's a wonder he ever got a Masters, or that you married him.  I'm outta' here.  You can find me down in the basement.

The basement had a considerable amount of space.  It had several things to do, pool and videogames included.  As Michael walked down the steps, he heard clacking, like a wooden stick striking a pool ball.  That was the gist of what was going on.  Michael saw his two brothers, playing pool.  Both brothers' birthdays fell on the same date, though in different years, so on Lance and Joey's nineteenth and fithteenth birthdays respectfully, a pool table was bought.  That was less then a year ago. Michael attempted to stealthily make his way to the gaming area, carefully making his way under a nearby card box, like the protagonists of the Metal Gear Solid games.  He was almost there.  He was about to reach his goal. He could taste it! Unfortunately for him, Lance looked right at the last minute.  "Get out from under that cardboard box!"

"You know, it's very comfortable actually.  I quite like it under here." Michael knew that Lance would come for him no matter what, but decided that to die trying would be better then to simply give up.

Lance walked over to the box of cardboard and threw it to the side. "Come on, bro! I only bully around because you do things like this!"

"Oh, really! I hadn't noticed!"  There was a tone of sarcasm coming from Michael, which may have suggested that he didn't mean what he said.

"Look, you just need to know your place, that's all, and that you shouldn't hide under a frickin' cardboard box!" Lance looked like a boss whose employee screwed up his company's biggest potential deal.
"YOU look!  I'm sorry about the car window smashing your finger and the car door hitting you in the head, but those were all acide-"

"This isn't about that at all!"

"Then what is it?! Making yourself feel better just because you can?!"

"I just...just...look, you-you just go play on the PS3." He paused for a moment, before continuing. "It's your birthday tomorrow.  I'll let you off today and give you some birthday spankings tomorrow." After saying his piece, Lance went back to the pool table. Michael wondered why we was left off, but decided that it would be best if he didn't worry about such issues, and went to play on the PS3.

The day went on. Michael, Lance, and Joey went on with their day, engaging in various activities.  Meanwhile, the trio's Dad said that he needed  to buy more whiskey, and the Mom stated that that she had to buy more food for the family, though not for herself of course.  She always ate fat free food.  Around 7:00 PM, both Michael and Joey got bored, and decided to play against each other in a 2-D Fighting game called "King of Fighters XI".  While the two siblings beat each other's electronic pawns senseless, conservation ensued.

"This isn't fair!" yelled Joey.  "Stop cheating!"

"I'm not cheating." said Michael in a calm voice.  "I'm simply beating you in a way that is both very effective and does not require cheats or codes of any sort."

"You're still cheating!" Joey's face was red, and he was moving around in his seat.

"Perhaps if you were older, you'd be as smart as me, and think differently."


"You know I'm smarter! You always get C's and D's in school while I always get A's!"

"Did you know Mozart was both a brilliant composer as well as a jerk?"

Joey had no response for the particular comment.  He put his controller down, turned off the PS2, and walked away, while saying "You'll never be as smart as me!"

"Yeah, and I'm proud of it too!" Michael exclaimed, but he would then say "I'm just glad I'm much wiser." under his breath.

At 11:30 PM, Michael was fairly tired. He stopped playing his games, and headed upstairs to his bedroom. He exchanged his jeans for a pair of sweatpants, fell straight onto his bed, and would go into a slumber that would last until the next morning, but perhaps Michael should have waited until past 12:00 to go to sleep.
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"Has the child awakened yet?" Said a voice?

"Not yet." Said a second voice.

"How long will it be?" Said a third voice.

"Not much longer now." Said the second voice.  "Exekial. Come." The body that the second voice belonged to motioned someone to come closer.

"What will you have me do?" Said a fourth voice.

"It's simple." Said the second voice. "I want you to kill the boy we have been doing research upon lately."

"Sir," said the fourth voice, "Are you sure about this?"

"I thought that you vowed to obey my will, and my will alone." Said the second voice.

"Yes Master. Forgive me for speaking out of place.  I will do as you ask." Said the fourth voice.

"Good." Said the second voice. "Now, all that the other members have to do for now is to wait and see what tomorrow brings.  If the boy is killed, fine.  If not...well, I suppose we'll think about that bridge if we come to it. Exekial, in the morning you will kill the child, and if his family intervenes, do what you think is necessary. Failure to kill the boy will most likely result in a warning.  Further failure afterwards is something you do not want to think about.

"I understand." Said the fourth voice.  The body that the fourth voice belonged to walked out the nearest door. The remaining bodies inside the room turned towards the large screen once more.
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"Ugghh.  What the ***?" Upon waking up, Michael felt like his right arm and both of his legs had been cut off.  He thought that his limbs had probably gone numb.  There was nothing to worry. Michael turned his head over his right shoulder.  He didn't notice a problem.  All was well. He laid his head upon his pillow again. As always, his metal arm-"WHAT?!"  Mark quickly turned his head back towards his right arm, which seemed to now be made of metal.  He sat up and looked at his legs. They were metal also, and his feet now looked like metal shoes instead of actual feet. He got on his jeans and then took a look in the mirror.  His right arm and both of his legs looked like steel. He decided that he was just dreaming, and that if he slapped himself in the face- "OW!".  After the slap, he looked at his arm and legs again. They were still metal.  "This is a load of bullcrap!" Not knowing quite what else to do, he put on his jacket and headed downstairs. It was 6:00 AM, before his parents had to leave for work.  He headed for the door, in an attempt to see either a doctor or a psychologist, but before he could reach it, he heard a voice say "HALT!". The voice was very loud commanding, and within seconds, Michael's parents and brothers came down. "ALL OF YOU, STAY PUT!" The man whom the voice belonged to was tall, wearing a black cloak around himself. Wrinkles were on his face, and he had white hair.

"What do you want with me?!"  Demanded Michael.

"I WANT YOUR LIFE!"
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The four bodies were staring at the screen, unsure of what would happen next.  While the first, third, and four bodies simply stared, the second watched, and thought.

The war has begun.

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From the viewpoint of Michael.

My family is standing around in the living room, looking either shocked or scared.  There's a man a foot away from me, intent on taking my life.  I want to beat the crap out of him.  He looks set on killing me, so I want to make sure he doesn't get what he wants.  However, I can't.  I'm scared.  I can't move.  Any other person might be able to take him down, thinking he's just a lunatic, but...I can sense something about him. Something that terrifies me.  I manage to partly regain my senses, but instead of going towards him, I run away, out of the house, but then, he flies towards the sky.  A man, flying.  I just keep on running, so scared.  Until now, the only reason I was scared was because I felt something about him.  I look up, and I see him, his arms up.  An orange sphere that looks like soda swirls around his head.  He cries out "DIE, ABOMINATION!"  Once again, I can't move, and I'm more terrified then before.  He throws the sphere at me. If this the end?  If my life truly over? What's next for me? Is there truly such a thing as life after death? These thoughts go over again and again in my head, as the sphere hurtles towards me.  I can't move.  All I can do is close my eyes, and pray. I hear a loud explosion, and then...

From Exekial's viewpoint.

My name is Exekial. That's what I keep telling myself, among other things.  I tell myself that all of my memories are real.  I tell myself that what I do is truly in the right.  I tell myself that blowing up a young man, his house, and his family was the right thing to do.  I tell myself all of this. Otherwise, I may go rather insane. I take another look at the destruction I cased down below.  All that's left of the house now is rubble, and the lawn would have been on fire, if not for the rain.  I lower myself down to the ground, and take a look at where he used to be.  There is truly nothing left.  Which is actually rather odd.  There's literally nothing left.  There should be some sort of remains.  If not bone, then perhaps tiny shreds of clothing.  There is none.  I then come to the realization that I created a scene for absolutely nothing.  My life is now on the line.  Sure enough, one of the puddles of water becomes bigger. It grows and changes until it looks like a man.  The water then recedes, and underneath is a handsome man, wearing blue robes.  His long hair is blue as well.  It goes down to the ground, and is straight.  It slightly waves, like running water.  Upon first inspection, one might think this particular man to be some sort of blessed, holy figure.  But I know better.  Sogetsu looks down on the ground, noticing what I've noticed.  He places his hand over his face.

"Exekial, do you realize that you have utterly failed?" Sogestu asks this in a calm way. I say nothing.  He removes his hand from his face.  "This really is rich.  You blow up our target's house and his family, and he somehow disappeared.  Right before the blast would have reached him I think.  Chances are, the police will be here any minute.  Not that they'll be able to do anything, but depending on what they find, they could contact the Police, who could contact the FBI, would might then, depending on the leader of the contacted station, connect to the MWCTKN, and we wouldn't want that, would we? Now, what do you have to say for yourself?"
I speak in the upmost polite manner, as to avoid any possible confrontations.  "Well, sir, I thought that he was too weak to jump at this stage.  But, this isn't the end.  He's somewhere out there, and at this stage, he probably won't have enough energy to make another jump for a while.  Additionally, he'll only be able to jump when he would otherwise die, for he doesn't have any knowledge of his potential."

Sogetsu's cold demeanor doesn't change.  He's silent for three seconds, and then the bastard speaks.  "All right, Exekial. You've earned some more time to be alive.  But!" He points a finger at me. "Make no mistake.  The next time you screw something this up this big, I'll personally see that you sink at the bottom of the ocean. I hope that I'm perfectly clear with you." His voice is like ice.

"Crystal." I exclaim.  He leaves without another word.  I then think about where to look for the boy, but something else piques my entrance.  I go over to the ruined house. No bodies upon a first glance, but if there were dead bodies in there, they'd probably be buried under the rubble.  I'm compelled to check anyways.  I tell my ability to encase everything that isn't bone or flesh.  I can sense that it does this. When I lift all of the encased objects into the air, there are no bodies.  There are no skeletons.  There isn't a trace of a human being. I then come to realize that the boy's family may very well be alive.  But where?

Or when?