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Old September 26th, 2003, 08:59 AM
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Books of Prophecy: A Son's Nightmare

Commentary (and advisory): These are the authentic texts that chronical the
beginning of our third age. They contain acts of violence that
characterized our second age, particularly under the reign of The Tyrant.
Novices and others not of age or of an appropriate disposition shall not
read these words. -- The Council of Masters

From the Journal of Lawrence Morgan, October 4

It's falling apart and I don't know what to do. Why isn't it easy? I
just want us to get along, but it's like they are all working against
me. I mean, I can't blame Todd for reacting like he did. And Ric,
well, he loves Todd. Maybe he won't come right and and admit it, but
it's pretty obvious that he down.

I still can't believe Frank killed Mark.

Joe's with Frank now. It looks like he's hurt really bad. Ric just
went ballistic on him. It's a good thing I showed up when I did or I
think Ric would have killed him. Frank's not easy to kill, but Ric
was bizerk. Totally out of control.

I was at home when I got the call from Jake. He was screaming,
"Larry, he's going to kill him. Dad's already dead." Well, that's not
actually what he said. Jake was really incoherent. He was crying and
screaming and ranting and stuff, but in the end, that's what I got out
of the call. I rushed over to their house. I can move pretty fast
when I need to. Never realized what an asset having massively strong
legs could be!

I wasn't even at the house when I saw the fight. Frank's body was
flying through the air, hitting a tree. Whatever hit him propelled
him hard and fast enough so that he sliced through the trunk of the
oak, cutting it in two. The tree tumbled on a bunch of cars parked in
the street. I hate car alarms. All that noise and for what, "get
this tree off of me?" Ya, right. Frank landed a good 50 feet from
the tree in someone's yard.

Next, I saw Ric fly through the air landing on (or near) Frank.
That's when I took off, leaping over the fallen tree and landing next
to the combatants. Frank was on his feet, coming at Eric. Before I
could react to stop him, he had landed a massive blow to Eric's face,
then a second to his abs, causing him to buckle over and stagger back.
Frank then raised a leg, aiming to use Ric's head like a football.
Ric reacted fast, grabbing Frank's foot, tripping him, and sending him
crashing to the ground on his back.

"What's it like taking on someone who can take your strongest punch,
and give it back to you full force?" Ric ranted, kicking Frank in the
side. "Always picked on someone weaker, right? Like Todd's Dad!
Always had a trick up your sleeve to put you on top! What's it like
to take on someone with power that's at least your equal?" Ric grabbed
Frank's arm and yanked him up. Frank tried to turn the tables, but
Ric was ready for him. "No tricks now! Just MY muscle!" Ric spun
Frank around, tossing him into the side of the house, causing the wall
to crack and the house to shake.

When two muscle monsters like Frank and Ric fight, it's pretty hard to
keep secret. I heard sirens in the distance. Ya, like the police
could stop this.

I grabbed Ric, thinking I would pull him away, but he was
out-of-control. He didn't care who was on the receiving end, he was
in attack mode. He surprised me with an uppercut that send me 20 feet
into the air. When I came down, I was in the neighbors yard. Damn,
he's strong. Not nearly as strong as me, but certainly up there in
power.

By the time I got my wits back, Ric was already on Frank. I saw Ric's
fist hit Frank's face. Frank's head twisted around, a spray of blood
coming from his nose. Ric had broken it. I also noticed that one of
Frank's eyes was swelling shut.

"How's it feel to be on the receiving end? What's it like to feel
muscle power that you CAN'T control? Power that's taking you down!"
Ric was screaming at Frank, but Frank was trying to fight back. "How
do you think Mark felt?"

"I didn't do anything..." Frank started, but Ric landed another punch
in his face. Frank swung back with everything he had, knocking Ric
backward.

Ric was fairing better in this fight, but not by much. A huge black
and blue mark was forming below his left pec. It looked like he might
have a broken rib. I noticed his lip was swollen as he spat blood
into Frank's face before sending a hard fist flying into Frank's
kidney. Frank doubled over. Ric used the power of his massive thigh
to kick Frank, propelling him like a football in my direction. I
leaped up, catching the unconscious man. The last assault was just
too much for him. As I cradled him in my arms, I saw Ric running
toward me, on the attack.

Some primitive instinct took over me. I dropped Frank and bolted
toward Ric. We were two trains on a collision course. As we neared,
we both drew our fists back, preparing for the assault -- preparing to
be the one who remained standing. Our massive bodies thundered as
they met, an earthquake of muscle power. Ric's fist flew into my abs.
I powered my fist into his pecs near the bruise. Ric flew through the
air, crashing into a police car that had arrived to 'see what all the
trouble is'. Me, I barely felt Ric's punch at all.

Ric's massive body shattered the window on the cop car. The dude
driving wasn't expecting someone to crash into the window, let alone
someone with as much mass as Ric. He lost control of the car,
crashing into a minivan parked on the street. Ric flew off, but
managed to do use the momentum to get a running start at me. Again,
he tried to slam into me, but I drove him back with two quick punches
to his torso.

"Don't you get it? I'm way stronger than you! I can take everything
you've got and give it back to you ten fold. Ain't no way you can
win. So just fucking stop and calm down or I'll really hurt you! No
man alive could withstand a punch from these guns if I really cut
loose!"

Ric wouldn't listen. He came at me. I grabbed his arm, flipping him
around and grabbing him in a bearhug. The dude has mass. I could
barely get my hands around his thick wide back and his huge pecs. It
didn't help that my pecs got in the way too. He tried to get free,
but I crushed his muscles with my arms, forcing the muscle and bone to
contract as I willed my arms to close. He tried flexing, but it was
no use. I'm way too strong for that. I squeezed harder, applying
pressure to his bruised ribs. Ric moaned, and then screamed.
Finally, he shouted for me to stop.

I twisted my back, lifting his feet from the ground. Bending my
torso, I flipped him to the ground with a loud THUD!

"NOW FUCKING STOP!" I told him. I turned and saw that Joe had run to
Frank. Frank was gone -- totally out of it. "Get him out of here," I
yelled at Joe. I turned toward Todd's house. It looked like a bomb
went off. There was broken glass and bent metal where windows had
once been. Bricks had been pushed out from the wall by some
incredible force. The door was gone. I began to cross the street.

"Freeze, don't m-m-m-ove." It was the cop. He had his gun out,
pressed into my back.

I didn't need this right now.

I spun around and grabbed the gun. My speed must have surprised him,
cause he just gawked at me. I put the gun between my hands and
squeezed. I heard the handle crack as the metal compressed. I turned
it into a little ball. He tried to reach for his mace, but I grabbed
his hand and put the ball-of-metal-that-use-to-be-his-gun in his hand.
"Now, take your little ball and go home or I'll have to hurt you." He
stared in disbelief. "GO!" I yelled and he turned and ran down the
street. I figured I had about 15 minutes before he'd stop running and
call for help.

I walked into the house. The trail of destruction led to the living
room. There was blood everywhere. Someone had vomitted in the
doorway and there was the smell of bowels and slaughter. Mark's
dismembered torso lay in the middle of the room. His head was twisted
to face backwards and it tilted at an unnatural angle to the side.
His unmoving eyes stared toward the ceiling, blood oozing from the eye
sockets. His swollen tongue hung to the side of his open mouth.

Mark's limbs had been ripped from his torso. One arm had been lodged
up his ass. Another was on the other side of the room, the middle
finger raised in a final act of defiance. Mark's massive thighs were
no where to be seen, but a trail of blood drops leading toward a
broken window indicated they had been thrown outside.

I heard sobs behind me, and saw Todd crouched in a corner. His arms
were wrapped around his legs. He was squeezing, hugging himself,
trying to give himself comfort. Tears ran down his face as he rocked
back and forth.

I walked over to him. "Todd?" He didn't respond. "Todd? It's me,
Larry." I put my hand on his shoulder.

He didn't look up, but he spoke in a monotone voice, "I didn't even
get a chance to say goodbye." He placed his head down and sobbed some
more.

I heard someone behind me. It was Ric. He was limping. He was
angry, but when he turned to Todd, his face melted into sorrow and
pity. A tear swelled in his eye and escaped down his cheek before he
steeled himself, refusing to show what he considered weakness.

"Where's Jake?" I asked.

"He's upstairs. He couldn't take this," Ric indicating the mayhem in
the room.

"Do you know what happened?"

"I know it was Frank," Ric began.

"Stop!" I said. "Just tell me what you saw."

Ric looked at me, then nodded. "Todd and I met Jake after school.
Todd was ready to come home, to talk to his Dad. He wanted Jake
there, to pave the way. When we came near, we saw the house. It
looked like this, mostly." Ric grinned, and I knew that the battle
between he and Frank had made things worse. "Todd came running inside.
Jake was behind him. That's when Jake lost it. Todd got this look on
his face and screamed 'Frank', then went running into the kitchen.
Frank was there, sitting in a chair. He was covered with blood. He
got up and looked at Todd. Todd screamed, 'Why!'. Frank began to
approach, but Todd ran out of the room. That's when I layed into
him."

"So you didn't actually see Frank do this?"

"Are you blind? Look at this! Todd's dad has been ripped apart like
the Scarecrow in the Wizard of Oz, man! Do you think some random geek
on the street could do that to him. Man, Mark was a stud. He could
hold his own. No, it required muscle to kill him. It had to be
Frank."

Todd looked up. "Ya, it was Frank. I can," he paused, "I can tell.
I can feel it." I got the impression Todd was holding something back,
but I wasn't going to push him on it. Not now.

I heard sirens in the distance. Time here was running out. Someone
needed to answer questions, and it shouldn't be either Ric or myself.
Not after freaking that cop like I did.

"Ric, take Todd back to your place. I'll call you later. Jake,
you're going to have to talk to the cops. If they ask about any of
us, lie. You don't know us."

"But Frank..." Jake objected.

"Look, they couldn't hold Frank if they wanted to. I'll deal with
Frank. You're just going to have to trust me."

Jake nodded, reluctantly.

I spoke to Ric a few minutes ago. Todd is pretty out of it. I feel
sorry for him. He and his Dad had been fighting, but they still loved
each other. Now their fight seems so trivial. Todd never realized how much he needed his Dad, and now
he's gone. If it were me, man, I don't know how... I mean.... Life
sucks.

Joe says Frank is pretty beat up with a real bad concussion, but he'll
live. I need to talk to him, to get his side of the story. Joe said
tomorrow, maybe. He's not really awake, kinda incoherent. He needs to rest.

I don't know how I'm going to hold everything together, but I have to
find a way.
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Old September 30th, 2003, 08:19 AM
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The inevitable conclusion, of course, is nuclear annihilation. Isn't it about time they started holding hands and singing Kum-Ba-Ya?

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Old September 30th, 2003, 04:43 PM
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There will be no lions sleeping tonight

I think there are two more chapters -- three at the most. Next chapter tomorrow probably. The muscle worship scene is taking some time to write
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OK, I'll hold my horses.

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who'd rather be holding Scott's horses! :-)
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Larry must prevail.
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