The Job Chapter Two

The Job

Chapter Two: The Smile

He tore the last piece of flesh holding his opponents head to his body and threw it into the air as a sign of triumph. The sound of the head hitting the cold hard earth could be heard for miles on end. This was not because of the lack of people around the bloody battle but the silence which had come from the brutal end to a brutal battle. Spitting into the crowd around him the winner raised his hands into the air and yelled barbaricly his followers joining him. The roars of success, the expansion of the tyrants reign.

Cypselus had grown his empire. His rise to power had been foretold by the Delphic Oracle of Corinth. He still remembered the night he ordered the slaughter of then the rulers of Corinth Arieus and Perantas. He still remembered the smell and taste of their blood. He still saw their beating hearts as if he had killed them yesterday but his rise to power had been a full thirty years ago.

He was called invincible ergo no opponent of his had ever been able to even lay a scratch on him. Even when he was just a baby, his life was spared by just a smile. Arieus and Perantas had sent two men to kill the infant after hearing the prophecy of his rise to power and their end but the men had not been able to kill him, they could not go through with it for the infant had smiled at them. Cypselus later disappeared only to be known again as the Archon in charge of the military during the wars Corinth had with Argos and Corcyra. The man had come from the shadows and rose quickly in ranks for his acute battle skills and his thirst for blood. By then both Arieus and Perantas had given him up as dead until Cypselus had forced his way into their chambers killing them both in their incestous bed.

The people of Corinth fear Cypselus for the satisfied smile he had after killing his opponents, the way he always cut out his opponents heart while it was still beating, smelling it, looking at it as if savoring his favorite meal. Like a black cloud he increased his ranks, and smashed through all boundaries and walls spreading panic and depression. The fear of everyman, woman and child was the sound of his name. Not being able to know if today was their last.

He walked back into his tent, washing his hands in the basin provided, his smile still upon his face. He had won again. He had conqured all of Greece, he had fulfilled what had been foretold. His mother Labda had hidden him the caves over looking the city of Corinth for most of his childhood. He was told of the dangers of ever going back but he did not fear anything. Not the cold of night, the eyes of the forests, not the heat of the deserts nor a life of limitless deaths.

After his usual fill of wine and sex Cypselus retired to his tent a content drunk smile on his evil face. His son Periander found him the next morning. The tyrant had died in his sleep, still with his smile. His funeral was one that never forgotten by any Greek for centuries to come. The stage they had made for his departure for the netherworld was made 1000 feet high in the air. And when lighted beams of its light had washed over all parts of Greece. The colonies breathed a sigh of relief upon his death but they did not know that Cypselus had passed on to his son his thirst for human blood. His thirst to spread fear. His thirst for the total humiliation and torture of man.

Cyplesus woke from his sleep in a cocoon whose walls were covered with bright red blood. And in the middle infront of him stood a young, pale and beautiful boy. Cypselus smiled.

"Have i died?" he asked the boy.

"Not for the last time" the boy replied.

"So why am i here? Where is this?" he asked, not amazed at the answer.

"You have been here before. As to why you are here, you are going to continue my work" said the boy smiling. The boys teeth were the last he saw as everything went black.

The Job

The Job
Chapter One: The Jump

he remembered the gust of wind blowing past his face. he was moving so fast that even for the 5 seconds he felt free. he let go of all his fears. his mind blank, a smile still on his face as he hit the dirt. then he felt nothing. nothing until he felt a nudge, and he opened his eyes. and there stood a man, expressionless. just staring at him. and he spoke, "you`re dead. now you have to come with me".
"i just killed myself so that i don't want to be told what to do, why would you even dream that i`d go with you?" he said indignant.
"even if you don't want to, you have no choice" said the expressionless man and closed his eyes. and with his eyes everything went black.
then he heard the sea, waves crashing on the beach. and then light. it was light, orangish, yellowish, but there was no sun, there was no sky either. the whole place was of that light. God has style he thought. there were no chairs. no tables and it wasn't a room. just light with the sound of waves. and then she was in front of him. he was taken aback. it was as if she appeared out of thin air, of course she did he thought.
she was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, she was perfect. i just committed suicide he thought. why am i in heaven?
"you are not in heaven" she said reading his thoughts.
"is there never free will" he thought.
"there is, otherwise you wouldn't be here, me knowing what you are thinking doesn't change your ability to make decisions, stupid ones at that" she said her eyes twinkling. she was enjoying this he thought.
"ok, so where is "this"? he asked.
"hell" she replied simply.
"so wheres the fire? the moaning souls? torture chambers?" he asked with a little bit of sarcasm.
"below us" she said and stepped back. there appeared a hole on the spot she was standing before and he could see hell. mountains of humans almost entwined together. yelling in miserable pain. with unmeasurable agony. being burnt. and regenerated. crushed. tortured. a mountain of people yelling for death every 5 five minutes of being reborn. he stepped back shocked. for the first time regretting being there. killing himself.
"not a nice sight is it?" she asked her eyes still twinkling, smiling.
"no its not, why am i up here, rather than there?" he asked, just a question to prolong his stay away from whats below him.
"i have a job for you" she said again simply.
"aaannd that is?" he asked still thinking about the fires below.
"kill God" she replied with almost no emotion whatsoever.
"Erm forgive my ignorance but woudnt he know that you just told me that?" he said still dazed from her reply.
"yes he will. i was too blunt for you, maybe. i want you to return to earth and kill the idea of Gods existence from the world." she replied her eyes twinkling again.
"how?" he asked.
"that you will not know, but if you agree you will bend to my will till i reach my goal, the end of the world" she replied.
"and if i dont" he asked already knowing the answer.
"you know the answer to that question" she answered.
"why woudnt i know?" he asked.
"you will be a puppet i create. the standing bet i have with Him gives me the right to mold humans like you but yet i cant force you to obey later, if you do not agree now."
"anything, i just dont want to be there" he replied pointing downwards with his eyes.
"so be it" she said. "i`ll see you here again". she smiled.
everything went black. his mind blank. no memories. no emotions. no thoughts. just sleep. the walls around him started to pulse, constrict, pushing him out. he felt the liquid around him leave him. pushing him out. and then it was so bright. he coundnt see. just blurred images of color.
he coundnt hear, but his mother when her son brought to her, looked up to see his face her face glowing, and with a whisper she said "Cypselus my son".

Rannamaari

He narrowed his eyes, to see better in the bright sunlight. "Finally land" he thought. He had travelled for months since leaving his abode in Saudi Arabia. What he was looking for even he did not know. Maybe he was not looking he sometimes thought, somethings looking for him.

Ibn Bathuha a handsome and young man sat at the bow of his travelling ship, looking at the island infront of him. "Beautiful" he thought.

Once the ship could not go on any further, he and few of the crew got into a small dingy and paddled to shore. With big smiles and almost yellow teeth he was greeted by the islands children. They stared wide eyed at his clothes. Which he thought would suprise them because he was fully clothed while the children were barely hiding their privates.

"Asalaam Alaikum?" enquired Ibn Bathutha, almost knowing there would not be a reply. The children not knowing what he had said started chattering to each other and he caught one word. "Baguvaan".

"Hindus or a mix" he thought. He tried again using a mix of languages which included Sinhalese and Hindu dilects. This time he got replies and was almost pulled to the islands innards. Smiling along with the children and glad he had the ability to learn new languages, easily, he let himself be pulled. The island itself was not so big but there were trees that facinated him. After a while reaching into a certain amount of jungle he brought his right hand in range with the hilt of his knife to protect himself from any wild animal but this sense of danger was fast evaporated by the looks and vague assurances from the chattering monkeys jumping up and down around him pulling him further into the jungle, further into their lives he thought.

Pulling a small branch aside to get further he came to realise he was where he was supposed to be going. A big clearing sat in the middle of the jungle with small houses dotted around what looked like a giant arrow nailed to a post. "Odd" he thought but could not be alone with his thoughts because just at that moment a voice said "KEYSEI HOA?" and a big large hand was slammed across his back. Barely able to speak or breathe Ibn Bathutha turned around, smiling with all his might at the large man, with large hands, large feet and a large smile. "Teek hoon" he replied.

The night was filled with giant fires and spicy food. Fruits were not of variety. The only fruits he was offered were mangoes, watermelons and coconuts. The people of Mahila Dvipa were not the friendliest of people but after awhile they did warm upto to you. Ibn Bathutha sat most of the night just looking at these people. In his travels he had seen alot of people. He even met a tribe where noone wore clothes but here while eveyone was wearing something, just there was something wrong here. It seemed sexual, almost an invitation?

At dawn Ibn Bathutha was out walking in the village after doing his prayers. With light he saw things he did not before. Hindu Idols with a mix of buddhist busts. Figures he thought these islands are not so far from the Lakshadweep islands of the Hindus. Walking on he came to the post with the giant red arrow. It could swivel he thought. This was probably used for their rituals, this he had to see. The day went without incident, he observed that while men went out into the jungle women did not. They looked at the surrounding trees with an almost fearfull look.

"Banm banm, banm banm"

Ibn Bathutha woke up to this banging of drums. It was almost night the suns rays just leaving the horizon. He put on his clothes and ran out of the house. He came to the center where behind the pole with the giant arrow was made a huge fire. The chief the large man had just turned the big arrow so that it was spinning now. Ibn Bathutha was amazed at the pin drop silence of the crowd. He also could not help but feel of a coming doom. Finally the arrow stopped it was pointing to one of the houses. A woman standing infront of it, fell to the ground and started crying, which progressed to alot of unrecognisable yells but Ibn Bathutha got a few words which in his mind he arranged into a sentence. "My only daughter to be sacrificed".

The people of Mahila Dvipa were afraid of a demon. An entity called the Rannamaari. It rose from the sea. It was a large black entity. With many glowing yellow eyes. It wanted one thing to take the life of a one young female. "Why only young females?" Ibn Bathutha thought. Every six months it rose and took from the island one of its loved ones. After hearing the story he went to the house where the arrow had pointed. He knocked on the door and went in. Inside a young woman barely at the age of 18 was being washed in a basin. He looked away, more for respect than anything else. He went out for awhile and returned and he saw that her mother and some other women were now applying a yellowish cream to her body which was now covered with but a red and white striped sarong. All the while her mother was silently crying. Ibn Bathutha sensed the lack of any man in or around this house. And he was informed that the mother was a widow and she was loosing the only attachement in life. Ibn Bathutha frowned and heard his own voice in his head, "maybe somethings looking for me". He smiled.

The stars were bright but it did not do justice to the white shine coming from the moon basking the small cocoon like house on the beach the islanders had made evidently near the area from which the demon comes on to land. Here the girl was supposed to meet her end. Under the blankets she sat when there came a loud booming voice. Translated; "Im here and i wont go, till i get what i came for". From the sea came a black figure from a distance it looked huge with four bright eyes burning fiercly. As it came near it seemed to shrink, the black figure turned to a black clad large man. And the eyes, large four lanterns held together by a large stick he had put on both his shoulders. "Come to me darling" he said with a snarl. Sexual frustration filling his harsh voice.

"And go not nigh to fornication; surely it is an indecency and an evil way, has said my Allah. And here you are the man who should show the path. This is what you do?" said Ibn Bathutha revealing himself from the blanket as he stood up. Amazed the large figure tripped backwards falling on his back revealing his face. "Chief, i did not expect this from you" said Ibn Bathutha his eyes narrowed.

The sun rose next morning to the cheers from the crowd gathered near the beach cowering over each other to get a glimpse of the man who had defeated the Rannamaari. Ibn Bathutha then told the people of Mahila Dvipa the miracles of Allah. His teachings. The simplicity in what he beleived in. The extrodinary power of everyones God. And one man and woman at a time he made them beleive in Allah. And not suprisingly the high chief was the first one to become a muslim.

The well known Mahila Dvipa, "the island of women" came to be known as maladvipa, meaning "garland of islands". Its sad history not even to known to its own people but a handful.

descriptions of a abnormal mind (Copyright schmarty) - to my Angel

chapter III

the prince

Maana was a great athlete. Focused in whatever sports she played. It was her dream to be the best. That was until she had the accident. Her boyfriend at that time was not Zim, but was equally challenged in the head but in a bad way. He feared nothing. Something probably dangerous for a 15 year old. Archie (Athif) was born into a family of thieves. Not the handsome ones you see on tv. Not the ones who plan ahead and go for a big score with minimum casualties. This family prided itself on breaking into houses and taking whatever they could. They do have a mitigation strategy though, beat up anyone to death who comes into their way. Coming back to Archie, he walked around with the air of a prince. Who wouldn't? with a family like that backing him up.
Maana was also 15 at that time. Being good at both sports and studies she had actually become pretty independent. Meaning her parents rarely bothered her about anything. Maana was opened minded. Maybe too much. That would be one reason her friends say that she started going out with Archie. One other reason her enemies pointed out was that Archie was, well a hunk.
It was a great night to go for a ride. Archie called ahead to confirm that they were going out and Maana had said yes. And it wasnt long after that Archie picked her up from her house. By this time the independent Maana, whose parents had total faith in was losing this faith. Her grades had fallen. And all she did at that time of her life was play sports and be with Archie. Who by the way was not a good boy, something her mother whispered in her ear more than once and something Maana had totally ignored. Not because she didnt know it, just what did parents know anyway?
They were driving on Ameenee Magu, and when Archie drove, he drove. They were going about 50 when a cycle came out onto Ameenee Magu from FSM.

*CRASH*

"Oh...where....oh where could...my...baby be
The lord.....took...her a..way....from me
She's...gone to hea..ven...so.."

Manaa thought it weird that she was whispering that song. Aching all over not being able to move and she was singing to herself? She could see the stars, the black night. Taste the blood flowing slowly into her mouth. What she didnt hear was even a breath of Archie. Nothing. "He cant be dead" she thought, "He cant be..."

She woke up to an upside down world. Of bickering parents not concerned ones. Of friends who told her so and of enemies who actually thought she was the reason a "hunk" had left the world. Yes, Archie died. If he had survived he would not have been able to move or speak. In more blunt words he would have been a vegetable. Manaa still wished he was alive, but was thankful that he did not survive just to become paralyzed. As for her she suffered a fatal knee injury. A concussion and lots of cuts and bruises. But sigh she thought, she was alive.

descriptions of a abnormal mind (Copyright schmarty) - to my Angel

Chapter I
the forbidden fruit

It was a dark and cold night. Not the kind you would probably be lying on bed sleeping. It was New Years and spirits could not be as high at any other time of the year.
smiling teenagers filled the roads. Fleeing from parents others not answering their phones. Just hanging out with their partners. And one of these teenagers turned out to be Maana. Maana as it seemed didnt really enjoy cold nights. One reason would be that her nipples would be aroused and her boyfriend would tease her about it. She couldn't really find a reason why he should tease her, it turned him on every time.
What she really didnt like about that night was that she was a total stranger in this new island. She had come with her bf and his friends. Seemed like a good idea at first, she thought with a sigh. Now she was alone, her boyfriend had passed out about half an hour ago, and she was frustrated about that too. Why drink when you know you cant handle it.
Maana was pretty cool for an 18 year old girl. She wasn't like most girls. Thui nuvaane. Gain gayah araa bahyeh hen noolheyne. Abadhu boluga hifaa nudhamaane. Bituge sikundi faaraku nuthalhaane. But there are limits she thought. And smiled wickedly.
It was new years anyway and guys were plentiful. She was just going to have some fun, nothing major she promised herself. Whatever else her boyfriend was not, he was loyal. She thought she would just find a group of people and hang out.
And then she saw him. You know the feeling when you watch a cartoon for the first time. You don't really know what it was before, and don't know what to expect but then you see it and you cant stop. You watch and watch to a point where drool appears on the sides of your mouth.
Imagine Maana in the middle of a busy street, exactly like that. Well not exactly drooling but definitely awestruck. And then he saw her.

Chapter II

dude wheres my girl

Ever had the feeling that you were invisible but for one person? Thats the way Zim thought about his girlfriend. Zim never did have any person who really cared for him. Sometimes he thought Manaa didnt either but that didnt bother him because he knew he loved her.
Zim was born into pain and grew up in it. Up till the age of 12 he was locked in a tiny room with 4 other siblings. He coudnt get out because the world would know of his existence which his mother did not want because the world did not "understand" bastards. He didnt need to play traunt from school because he was never put into one. And the only way he had come as far as this in life was because while never being blessed with love he was blessed with a brain. What we study for 10 years he learned in five. And while being the genius he is. He never forgot where he came from, which was his weakest point.
He didnt come from a world of rules. He did not have restrictions. He didnt have a God. While knowing what life was he never understood his reason to be there. While knowledge from books overflowed in his brains he never learned the ways of the world. He always thought of life as a burden rather than a gift. After he met her, things were different he was appreciating life more but his fear of loosing her was much greater. That fear was always in him.
In some part of his brain someone whispered "Maana!". He woke up, stood up and looked around. Maana was nowhere to be found.