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Halloween Special 2016 - Dark Matter [M]
By: Tux Date: October 30, 2016, 10:47 pm
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The following story contains:
- Swearing and strong language
- Adult themes
Read on YOUR OWN volition
This is in no way connected to some other posts I've made in
the 'Dreams' thread. I'm completly fine.
Halloween 2016 Special - Dark Matter
A short(ish) story by 'Tux Ace'
Right now, at this moment, Tux and Eragon are fighting an army
of ghost like monsters over in the Yaurli β star system.
It's pretty intense, with all the plasma, coil guns, particle
accelerators and psi-blades.
Yet, on the other side of the Galaxy, in an average type star
system, orbiting a type G3 star, (quite similar to examples such
as Alpha Centauri A, Tau Ceti, Sigma Draconis, Delta Pavonis and
even that abysmal wreak of a thing, 'Sol') is a class M planet
within the star's habitable zone. On that planet, lives a Class
5 civilisation of avian humanoids. The system, situated within
GalCop territory, has been neglected for a long time, probably
because the nearest star system to it is situated an amazing
50.78 light years away and is surrounded by a large sphere of
dark matter. Due to the expensive nature of storing witchspace
fuel (most ships have a 7 light year radius), the fact that the
dark matter distorts the Hyperspace plane, and that there are
literally a billion more interesting places to go instead, the
system has actually never had contact with any other alien
civilisation. This means the avian humans know very little about
the Galaxy, and this is not helped by the fact that they believe
that the entire universe is only their star system (surrounded
by dark matter remember? They can't see anything on the other
side, and anything they send towards it, just gets swallowed up,
before being spit out the other end. A process which takes
around 5 billion years, so you can see why nothing is going in
or out). On the other hand, the gravitational lensing effect
does make for very vivid and exciting light shows, once the
light actually makes it through.
Like most of the other successful humanoids in the Galaxy, this
initial 'space expansion phase' was done during a time, when
their own world was facing big problems. Space exploration
should have been on the back of their minds, considering they
had so many other crises to deal with first. But of course, you
know humanoids. They think that having their brains on the top
of their body, it makes them think that they're the smartest
people in the universe. So, being the 'smart' people they are,
they made the entire planet tried to tackle this space thing,
colonise other planets in their system, explore past the great
barrier, and build a bustling space faring class 7 civilisation.
It didn't work.
Like many other humanoids, they didn't get their economy right,
so eventually, it all collapsed and the race of avian humans was
plunged back into the class 4 civilisation they were before.
During this, many of the colonies were separated from the main
world, which had managed to re claw some of it's power back. The
colonies were then left to fend for themselves. Four out of the
seven colonies failed (every one living there died in the end),
and the other three were barely running. Skip forward a few
years, and now, everything is running relatively ok. The
colonies have expanded across the rest of their worlds, and the
main world is beginning to establish contact with the surviving
colonies again. So, all is good right? The civilisation is
coming back together, right? Of course, you're further away from
the truth than a Teridyon is from a good date.
If you are proficiently experienced in the field of astrophysics
and cosmology, then you should have realised something. Dark
matter should not behave in such as way, where it would make a
sphere, and 'block' stuff, like a barrier. You're both right,
and wrong. As in the Heisenberg Uncertainty Principle. You are
right and wrong, at the same time. Why? Because no one has ever
figured out what dark matter even is, so it can do what ever the
**** it wants.
Or does it? Maybe this dark matter sphere was 'made'. Maybe,
some ancient advance civilisation put it there. What for? We
don't know.
Anyway, I'm getting ahead of myself. Ancient advance alien
civilisations aren't related to this, at all. Or maybe they
might be. I'll let you make up your own mind.
You know school? That place that people goto, to supposedly
receive an education, but they actually learn how to snort
drugs, have sex, drink alcohol, and be violent? The place where
people have positions in a primitive teenage society, dominated
by popularity? The place which ruins everyone's lives?
Well this guy, doesn't goto school. He's an orphan, walking down
the street. His parents were killed when their house was raided
by a group of criminals looking to find some supplies. Life is
pretty rough here on Rakwar. The forth colony world, the most
successful one. Only if you count the capital city, the location
where the first colony city was built. It's a pretty nice place.
But, everywhere else on the planet is a **** hole. Probably
because that one prime city doesn't want to help, and built a
great big wall to keep everyone else out. And it worked too.
The orphan continued down the street. It was the first time he
had walked this street. He was trying to find a job at the local
community centre today. About only a metre tall, his head
feathers were only beginning to grow. The features of his face
were diminished from years of living under the poverty line. The
thin legs were covered in the same ragged trousers he found two
years ago, the same brown shirt he took from a dumpster last
week. Needless to say, this guy need a job, fast. So it was
probably very inconvenient that while he was walking past a
small dark alley way, he tripped over. He fell onto the hard
cobbled pavement. He looked around. The air was thick and misty.
The sun had already began setting. He must have tripped on the
cobbles. He heard laughing. It was a bunch of school kids.
While many people went to school these days, some don't. And the
ones that do, look down on the ones that don't, even if not
going to school is probably a better idea. One of the kids made
a joke, before the group continued on. The orphan boy stood up
and brushed himself off. The school kids behind him turned the
corner and walked away. He looked ahead, and the sun had already
set. Day time could always catch you off guard this time of
year. The days rapidly shorten as the nights quickly grew
longer. The air turned colder. He hurried along...
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"Have you ever eaten a pumpkin before?"
"What the **** is a pumpkin?"
The tabled laughed. It had been 27 minutes since they sat down,
and not even one of them had touched their food.
"Really? You've never heard of a pumpkin Melissa?"
"For **** sakes I haven't!" Melissa laughed, "What the ****'s a
pumpkin?"
Melissa sat there. The expression on her caked, teenage face
showed she actually had no idea what a pumpkin is.
"Well..." The other girl began, "It's round, with sorts of lumpy
rings on it."
The table fell silent, before bursting out laughing again.
"Lumpy rings!" Said Melissa between her laughs. The other girl
calmed herself down a little and continued.
"And....and...you can..." She burst out in laugher again, unable
to hold in the premature reaction of what she was about to say.
"...you can eat it!"
The whole table went into a spasm of Chortles and giggles.
Everyone around them tried to ignore the scene, yet it was quite
hard, especially considering the short dress wear the girls had
on. Eventually the bell rang, and after staying in the dining
room for a few more minutes, they left to their classes. Melissa
walked in a different direction to the other girls, she was the
only one who did product design, the rest did stuff like drama
and arts, which was situated on the other side of the school.
She heard them all give out loud laughs as they walked away.
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"This design is terrible..."
Melissa sat a row in front of the other girls. Their product
design teacher had made them go and peer review each other's
designs. Melissa had spent a lot of effort on her's, and she
didn't even have a comparable computer at home. She ignored it,
and focused on the design she was sitting in front of. It was
nice and welcoming, but the touches of darker colours were in
the wrong spots. She looked around to try and find the student
who made it. He was sitting with someone else, critiquing the
design on the screen in front of them. Melissa began writing her
comments on the sheet of paper in front of her.
"Ok guys, times up for that. Move onto the next design."
The teacher's unwelcome voice boomed across the class room.
Melissa quickly rushed the last couple of words. Then her pen
broke, spilling ink all over the page.
"****!" She yelled out loud. The whole room turned to her and
saw what happened.
"Ugh, Mellissa, what have you done?" One of the more popular
girls complained. It wasn't like they cared, they just wanted
the chance to say something against her.
"The pen....it...it broke." She stuttered back at the other
girl.
"Yeah right. Look what you've done. You got ink all over Klam's
review sheet."
The popular girl had never spoke in a way which showed she cared
about Klam in anyway. Ever.
"Whoa whoa..." the teacher interjected, "Here, let me have a
look."
The teacher came around and took the ink soaked sheet.
"It's ok. Doesn't matter." The teacher smiled at Melissa,
"Accidents happen."
To Melissa's relief, the bell rang immediately after that.
Everybody rushed to grab their books, before jamming through the
door way. She waited till everyone had left the room, before
slowly walking out towards her locker. She hated Raoline. She
was such a ****. The way she walked, the way she talked to
people, it made Melissa want to kill her. Sure, she was a bit
like Raoline herself, but at least she didn't treat people that
badly. Slamming close her locker, she solemnly stepped out. She
walked home alone. She knew that her usual friends wouldn't be
at the meeting spot. Raoline had invited them all to a party.
Ever since her friends became friends with Raoline, they began
to hate her more and more. She could feel the spite radiating
from their bodies. Everybody thought she was dumb, and over the
past few weeks, she certainly has been feeling dumb. Before
turning the corner, she saw the orphan boy from yesterday again.
She remember that she was the one that made the joke about him
yesterday. She avoided his gaze and continued on forward. A slap
sound in the pavement made her stop and turn around. The orphan
boy had tripped again. Clumsy. She ignored it and continued
home.
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Melissa stared at the mirror. She had gained weight. No matter
how hard she tried, she couldn't keep her waist thin, without
taking away from the breasts and thighs. It was hopeless. Her
head features were always scruffy, and their colour quickly
faded from the dyed dark blue, back to the light brown within a
matter of days. Her face was terrible without any make up on.
She could hardly bare to look at her self. A knock on the door.
The door opened and her mum looked at her.
"Darling, it's time for dinner."
"Yes mum. I'll be there soon."
Melissa's mum turned away and closed the door. Melissa sighed.
Life seemed to be pathetic these days. Her neighbourhood was
terrible, the school she went to was terrible, and her life was
terrible. Why was she born in the first place? She walked out of
her bed room before switching off the lights and closing the
door.
Sitting at the dinner table, she didn't feel hungry. Her parents
were talking vividly about something they saw on the news.
Mysterious death of unknown boy. She didn't care. At least he
didn't have to endure the pain that was life anymore. That gave
Melissa a spark in her mind.
She could...you know? Do it?
No one would care. It didn't matter. She slowly finished her
meal and left the dinner table. She contemplated the action. She
thought of the many ways it could happen. She didn't feel any
emotion. Just like a scientist, she carried out her thoughts,
cruel and efficiently. She looked at the quickest ways to do it,
the easiest ways to do it. Everything around her gave her ideas.
As she walked into her room, she took a pen and paper, and began
writing it all down. Spilling everything, her life, why the
universe was **** up, everything. She wrote it with willingness,
almost with a vengeance. Once those bitches found out what they
did to her, they would finally learn their lesson. Or maybe they
won't. She finished it, and went that night to bed resolute on
the day tomorrow.
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Of course, you are probably wondering how she could have been
laughing about pumpkins one half of the day, then feel like this
in the other. How does her world view change so quickly? I don't
know myself, but then, you have to remember she is a teenager.
Teenagers have weird minds.
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"Didn't you hear? Some guy got splattered all around the
street!"
"Where was this?"
"On that street we used to walk past!"
The table burst into a flurry of "Oh my Giles!" and girls
exchanging rumours and made up fears. They all seemed to applaud
themselves for having once walked in a street where someone was
killed. Well, that's what Melissa heard anyway. She was sitting
on another table, away from them. She slowly ate her food. The
strong feeling of resoluteness from last night had drifted away
in her sleep, replaced by an empty dread of what she was
thinking. Surely, she wouldn't do it? Her brain was messed up
last night, that was all. She couldn't do it. She was too
afraid. Or was she? Nothing would change if she did. She sat
their, moving her food around her plate, sombrely thinking about
her life. Melissa turned an ear when the loudspeaker gave a
harsh tone, signalling everyone to listen to what the person had
to say. This was ignored over all the raucous chatting in the
dining hall. She listened closely, trying to hear over all the
noise.
"...to meet in period three at the gym for an assembly. This is
a reminder to all students that an assembly will be held period
three, in the gym."
An emergency assembly? What for? Didn't matter, it would be her
final assembly anyway. She took one bite of her food. It wasn't
worse than usual, tasted **** horrible. It tasted like a
worthless life. She took another bit, which turned into another,
and another, till she quickly found she was down to the last
bite. She stared at it and sat on the thought that this was it.
Her last bite. She put it in her mouth, and swallowed it
directly, before washing it down with some carbonated beverage.
She took a deep breath, before slowly standing up and walking
towards the bin. She dropped her rubbish in it, and turned to
the exit. She walked past her old friends, secretly hoping for a
reaction from them, asking if she was ok, if she needed some
help, but no. They were much too absorbed in their conversation
to notice her. They were now talking about how they could profit
from being 'the girls who walked along the street of death'.
Melissa walked past them, with fresh sadness bubbling inside
her. She kept it to herself.
The day seem like a blur, she didn't listen in class, and the
consequences from it seemed numbed. It didn't matter anyway. The
assembly was about the murdered boy, and how everyone should
stay safe and stuff. She didn't pay any attention at all. When
the bell finally signalled the end of the day, she felt like she
had been raped, tortured, and raped again. She had to do it, she
told herself. It was the only way out.
Walking alone, she took the normal path. Treading along the old
pavement, emotions boiled through out her. Everything seemed to
come at her at once. All the moments she could remember, all the
experiences she had, all the friends she never made. The sky
seemed darker green. The pavement like a conveyer belt, moving
beneath her feet. As she turned a corner, she heard the sound of
someone falling hard onto the cobbles. She didn't bother to
check, continuing on her march. She reached the intersection.
She could turn left, to her house, or turn right. Which way?
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The air around her was still. She was still walking. It was a
lot further than she had remembered, the sky still seemed that
dark green, but it was slowly fading into the absolute black of
the night. She felt surprisingly warm for some reason. Probably
all the hormones going through her. A person went past her in
the opposite direction. It was that orphan boy. She avoided his
look once again. He did so too. After what seemed like hours,
she reached her destination. She walked a little further, before
stopping. She turned to the side and looked down. It was a sheer
104 metre drop down to the icy cold river. She left her
belongings on the ground and climbed over the railing. She had
made two copies of the note, one was in her room, and another
was in her bag. No one could miss it that way. A slight breeze
blew her hair. The iron railing felt cold on her legs. The sky
was a murky brownish green now, made worse by the clouds. The
landscape in from of her seemed to wobbled and shift in her
vision. The river running into the mountains seemed to be alive,
ready to swallow her. The trees swayed unnaturally and the
mountain's shape gave her hard cold stares. It was all the more
overwhelming, and all the more it made her want to push herself
over the edge. The bridge creaked as the wind picked up,
flapping her head feathers as the wind grew even stronger.
Finally, after all this time, a single tear rolled down her
cheek. The wind suddenly stopped. She pushed hard with her hands
on the railings, causing her to slip over. Closing her eyes, she
spread her arms like a real bird, and fell...
You know how I said how this was a short story? I lied.
It hit her, hard. The wind rushing past her face suddenly
stopped. She felt no pain, only emotions as she hit it. She
didn't feel the force on her body. It was too much. Everything
seemed still. She was happy she didn't scream. She was happy
with the fact she did it exactly as planned. She was happy it
was finally all over.
(I've never dealt with these kinds of stories before, so please
forgive me if the writing seems off whack for me. If I'm nice,
and exams are all goods, then I'll post part 2 soon, but if not,
then it makes sense to post part 2 next Halloween.)
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