When my sister met Joseph, I knew something was wrong. I couldn't stop them from having kids, but I could've stopped what happened next. One night, I tried to visit my sister, but the door was locked. The lights were on, but they weren't answering. I waited in my car and many hours later heard screaming. I burst my way inside and investigated the house. After finding nobody, I went downstairs to their basement and found... them. My sister and her kids were dead, Joseph hanging from the roof.

On the table they were around, a note reading 'Family Reunion'

TW: violent w/ suicide and stuff

they still love me

I slowly walked through the hallway away from my room...

they still love me

I walked down the stairs. I think my mind was fuzzy...

they still love me

I slowly opened my basement door and descended down the stairs...

they still love me

I turned on the lights and walked into the unlit part of the room...

they still love me

I slowly tightened the rope around my neck...

they still love me

I think the police came in, but they were too late...

they still love me

In front of them were many people with their necks split and dry blood on their clothes. Each had a stitched smile on their face. There were three of them sitting down,

a mother and her two children, all dead and smiling eerily. They were sitting along a table, wood etched off in it. At the head of the table was the father with his neck limp and floating above the table; blood slowly dripped from his hands...

family reunion...

Yeah, this fake. I made it up on the spot lol

i regret not giving one more hug to my mom. god had other plans that day...

(lol this is a joke i dont care if i lose or win)

So in my book series, I wrote a really deep part and here is an excerpt of it. there are some slight spoilers if you care to read my book, but here it is. enjoy and have a nice day. :)

I walked back outside to the study and sighed, sad to be leaving.

“You wish you could stay here,” Aaron said as he walked to an active fireplace, “But you also know that you can’t.”

“Yeah,” I said as I adjusted the strap of the duffel bag on my shoulder and walked toward the fireplace.

“Later, I’ll look back on your visit, and you know what it’ll remind me of?” Aaron asked. I looked at him, wanting an answer, “Childhood.”

“Childhood? That’s odd,” I said.

“Yeah, but think about it: childhood is what I thought of when you were here,” Aaron said, “Everybody has one, but some people have it harder than others. Today, you had fun, and that’s what childhood is all about. Before you start your education, and before you learn about the complexity of life, you just have fun. You look back on it now, and you’ll think of those times as memories, but in truth, when you were actually living the moment–”

“You were just having fun,” I said, and Aaron smiled.

“You know, I had a wife once. We were so perfect together, and we were about to have kids, but then, she was taken away from me,” Aaron said. I was about to ask how she was taken away, but I thought it best not to, “I felt sadness, but I also didn’t feel guilt. Eventually, I came out of sadness, and I looked back on all our time together. For once in my life,” Aaron said, beginning to tear up, “I was happy. I think about her every day. I know that I could just take that train,” Aaron said as he pointed to where the train station was. A tear rolled down his cheek, “And I could find her… but then I think about it more and realize that whoever I find out there may love me, but it will never be the same as what I had. Every single other reality could have my wife alive and just sitting near the door, waiting for me, but will I come in? No, because I know it’s not really her. It could be a cell-by-cell copy of her, but it won’t be the same.” I nodded, catching onto what he was saying. “I don’t know if you’ve fallen in love before, but it’s just so heartbreaking when you lose someone, and you know that your memories of them can never be replaced. You can try your hardest to just get them into your arms… just one more time… but it’s too late. Death takes and takes, but after everything, you’ve gotta remember that whatever happened, happened. And whether it eats you alive doing nothing about it… it’s the best option you got at not trying to let down your guard. If you let yourself get blinded by emotions all the time and get buried by your sadness, you will never learn to grow out of it. It’s like guilt: it could take years and years to fix, but it’s possible to move on. Love can take years to make, but it can end in the blink of an eye. You know, it really just stabs you in the back when you’re living your best life… and it’ll kill you.” Aaron cried, really speaking from his heart as he remembered his wife. “I’m just saying that as you leave here, just remember that life can go on, even after death. It may seem impossible, but you’ve got to try…”

“I’ve been in love before,” I said, putting in my own input. “When I was training to become an Agent, I met this girl named Maya. There were 39 of us, and I was the last one to join. We were all mostly boys, but there was one girl, and that was Maya. Oh, and she was the best. Anyway, we trained together, and we promised each other that we would marry each other the moment we got out. Well, near the end of our 5-year long training, there was an attack on the building. We all defended the others, but they took every single one of us out until it was just me and… her. We thought the fight was over, so we let down our guard. And for the first time in a while, I looked at her and felt true love. Then, someone shot her in the heart from the other side. I shot him, but the worst part was that I held her in my arms as she bled out. She died in my arms, and I vowed never to let anyone touch my loved ones ever again. From there, I was filled with vengeance, and I fought and I killed as the last Agent, avenging each and every single one of them. From that, I gave myself a number as the last agent, the one who wasn’t killed: Agent 39.” I said, explaining the origins of my name. All of this is true; there was a girl named Maya, and she died in my dirty grasp. We were almost free, but death’s cold finger touched her soul, and I lost her.

“Well,” Aaron said, both of us on the brink of crying together, “Let’s get you on your way.” Aaron looked at the screens around the island and I looked as well and saw all of the Travellers on the beach. I sighed, knowing it was time to return to the harsh world of humanity. I wish I could spend the rest of my life with Aaron, but I had to move on. We walked to the door and walked down the long cold passage where I had seen my fate. We both walked together, both mourning our losses. We could’ve had it all, but it was taken away from us. In the modern world we lived in, there was always constant action, and no time to really stop and mourn with somebody else who understands, but that last hour and a half with Aaron was the best moment of my life. He really showed me that your life doesn’t have to be rushed. To this day, I still used his words of advice. We walked outside into the jungle and began to walk down to the beach, still thinking about the ones we lost. We reached the beach, and I felt some itching in my feet.

“Hold on,” I said as I sat down. I pulled off my socks and shoes and held them. Aaron smiled and did the same. With that, we started to walk around the island.

The waves quietly crashed beside us and touched our feet as we walked. One of the few benefits of humanity is emotions. They could really beat you down harmfully and drive you insane. They could make you scared, and feel like you could lose your precious life at any moment. They could make you feel hatred and kill anyone who angers you. They could make you feel like you were on top of the world and that nothing could get in your way. But they could also make you feel sorrow, loss, guilt, and many other things that could weaken you. Going on this emotional rollercoaster with Aaron taught me to love the little things in life and stop worrying about the big threat you have looming over you. If you feel like you have too much work, take a break. Do now underestimate your emotions, but also remember to not underestimate yourself. Every single human has a purpose, and another thing about being human is that you make mistakes a lot of the time. Making mistakes is just natural because everyone does it. Sometimes mistakes don’t have any consequences, but they could also take your loved ones away and make your life miserable when you feel like you’re on top of the world. We slightly sank in the sand every time our feet touched the sand, but in the end, we pulled out of it. Acceptance is the last step in sadness and guilt. If you don’t accept that you tried your best, then you will never forgive yourself. Find peace in the world, and accept what you find to be comforting for you. It may seem like all of the world is against you, but after all that, you still have one ally: yourself. You are your only weakness, and you are your only strength. Not knowing how great you are and feeling like there’s nothing left for you gets people hurt and really leaves you feeling like all that you’ve done is worthless and will mean nothing, but no one else thinks that. Every single human being has a purpose. Every single human being makes mistakes. Every single human being has emotions. Every single human being has the ability to accept things. You could be mad, sad, scared, happy, thankful, and confused, but in the end… you’re still you, and you get to decide how you want to live your life.

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Hey. I'm Tristan. I hope you're doing well tonight. Anyway, my seven books are published as e-books on Amazon right now! Back in early 2023, I posted excerpts from my four most recent books in my new series, and now they're done. Well, they have been. In case you have no idea who I am, I'm Tristan. I'm 14, and I wrote a series with 85,000 words when I was 13 and a series with 250,000 words once I turned fourteen until May (technically seven months, but I didn't write for two of them.) So yeah, that's me. Anyway, here are the links. (By the time I post this (8/27/23), the third book in my second series hasn't been uploaded because Amazon is goofy, but it will eventually be up.)

First series "The Dying Planet Trilogy": https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0CG8BHFMS?binding=kindle_edition&ref_=dbs_s_ks_series_rwt_tkin&qid=1693193988&sr=1-4

Second series "The Final Enigma Quadrilogy": https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0CG8YPH2K?binding=kindle_edition&ref_=dbs_s_ks_series_rwt_tkin&qid=1693194035&sr=1-3

I plan on making a third series more than twice as long as The Final Enigma Quadrilogy with five books sometime soon. That may be my last series because I'm a sophomore in high school, but idk. I may continue, but I just don't want it to drag. So yeah, check my books out! They're chill.

-Tristan K.

Blood flew out of the man’s mouth. The man who had punched him smiled. He had a dirty white tank top on with some blood stained onto it. His arms were speckled with blood after punching the man many times. He had slicked black hair with a golden chain around his neck. Hanging off the thin chain was a golden cross. He smiled as the man he had punched slowly looked at him with bloodshot eyes. The small light above them made it feel like the room was much smaller.

“Por favor, no hice nada malo, (Please, I didn’t do anything wrong,)” the man said weakly.

“No es lo que estás haciendo, es lo que me estás ocultando, (It’s not what you’re doing, it’s what you’re keeping from me,)” the man said as he cracked his knuckles.

“José, ¿qué quieres de mí? ¡¿No te he dado todo?! (José, what do you want from me? Haven’t I given you everything?!)” the man yelled at José. Suddenly, José punched the man again. The man yelled in pain and spat out blood onto the ground.

“No todo, Marcus. Aún no, (Not everything, Marcus. Not yet,)” José said as he smiled. Finally, he took a seat on the tall chair behind him. He grabbed a towel from a nearby table hidden in the darkness and wiped the blood off his hands.

“Entonces dime lo que quieres. ¡Te lo voy a dar! (Then tell me what you want. I'll give it to you!)” the man said as José looked at him.

“Bueno, qué tal si te pregunto esto: ¿Qué crees que quiero de ti? (Well, how about I ask you this: What do you think I want from you?)” José asked him, playing a little game. The man shook his head in anger impatiently.

“Ay, vamos, José. ¡Sólo dime! ¿Qué deseas? ¿Drogas? ¿Pastillas? ¿Balas? ¿Dinero? (Ay, c'mon, José. Just tell me! What do you want? Drugs? Pills? Bullets? Money?)” Marcus asked José impatiently. José looked at him, seeing that he desperately wanted to get out of there.

“¿Nos juras lealtad? (Do you swear your allegiance to us?)” José asked him. The room’s silence intensified as Marcus looked around like José was crazy.

“¡Por supuesto que sí! ¡¿Por qué no lo haría?! (Of course, I do! Why wouldn't I?!)” Marcus said, sounding a bit uncomfortable. Luckily, José believed him.

“Alright,” José said as he walked behind Marcus and untied his hands. Marcus breathed a sigh of relief. Suddenly, the door opened. José turned to the door and looked at a woman looking in. She had a flashlight in her hand by her side as she looked at José and Marcus.

“José,” she said, and he nodded at her.

“¿Sí?” José asked her, wondering what she was doing.

“I brought him,” the woman said. José dropped his serious expression and smiled.

“He’s not freaking out or anything?” José asked the woman as he grabbed the towel and began to wipe off his hands as he walked to the door.

“He’s still outside,” the woman said. José smiled and kissed the woman on the lips.

“Gran trabajo Carmen, (Great job, Carmen,)” José said to Carmen as Marcus stood up and began to walk toward the door. José continued to deeply kiss the woman. Suddenly, he pulled out a gun and shot Marcus in the head while continuing their embrace. Marcus hit the ground as José kissed her again. “Well,” José said as they left the room, “Let’s go see our new friend.” José turned around and closed the door, putting the bleeding body of Marcus into the darkness again.

If you don't understand this, it's fine. It's intended to connect to the larger plot.

Life seems to find a path to all the sinister and evil things in the world. Humanity is especially dropping the breadcrumbs for its inevitable demise anyway. I wish I could go back and stop everything before it happened. Still, I can’t control fate, and whatever destiny had in store for me was my future, and I couldn’t help it even if I tried. Our story is dark and violent, but we continued to persevere through it all. Even though it seemed like we were going to get ripped apart by whatever hid in the shadows before us, we fought. We sacrificed to obtain a better future for all of humanity and for the rest of time. We cried and died for this cause, but was it worth it? I can’t remember the last time there was peace. It’s all just been a rush, like a wave submerging a small child into the deep waves of the unknown of the sea, farther and farther into madness against the tide. Us humans were against monsters, an impossible war, but a single sacrifice to end all the suffering in the world would be caused by one entity; one to be remembered. It was inevitable for us to turn on eachother, it’s been foretold for years before ever since humanity came into existence. Through corridors of monsters with walls covered in blood, we fought again and again and again, but would all our pain and suffering match the true freedom we desired? The one question that had been circulating in my mind ever since that one day everything began to go downhill is one I never forgot, and I never will:

Why did I have to be the one to lose everything?

Context: In a strange nightmare, Agent 39 recalls his past memory. This takes place the night after his agency was invaded and his lover, Maya, was killed. He grieves and tries to move on past the agency, but he is dragged back into it. Also, everytime you see the many copied words, those are his hallucinations. This excerpt also hints at many things in the book, so don't fret if you don't understand some of it. Otherwise, enjoy!

this is nice. this is nice. this is nice. this is nice. this is nice. this is nice. this is nice. this is nice. this is nice. this is nice. this is nic

Agent 39 stared out the window over the city. The window was stained with dirt and a bit of dry blood for some reason. His arms were on the windowsill. He watched as red and blue lights flashed on the brick wall on the building across from him. He moved his arms to let them sit out of the window. He brought back in one arm and reached to the dirty floor to grab a bottle of beer which he had almost finished. He brought his arm back outside and took a large sip of his drink. His eyes were sore and red from crying. He was defeated, weak, and feeling like he had lost everything. He looked down and saw more and more police cars drive on the road in the same direction like something had gone terribly wrong. Sadly, something had. An hour ago, his girlfriend and all his friends were killed.

maya. maya. maya. maya. maya. maya. maya. maya. maya. maya. maya. maya.

maya. maya. maya. maya. maya. maya. maya. maya. maya. maya. maya. maya.

If only he could see her one more time. But no, she was taken from him too soon. Agent 39 lifted his bottle once more to have another drink, but it was empty. He sighed and leaned back inside the window. He set down the empty bottle on the windowsill and left the window open, letting the cold air blow inside. He turned around and saw the stairs to the roof. He sighed as he trudged up the stairs, each step weighing him down like he was empty.

it’s time. it’s time. it’s time. it’s time. it’s time. it’s time. it’s time. it’s time. it’s time. it’s time. it’s time. it’s time. it’s time. it’s time.

Eventually, Agent 39 reached the top of the stairs and was in front of a door. Like he was being controlled by something, he opened the door robotically and walked outside into the cool night. He closed the door behind him and looked around the empty roof. He walked to the edge and sat down, all alone.

she’s gone. she’s gone. she’s gone. she’s gone. she’s gone. she’s gone. she’s gone. she’s gone. she’s gone. she’s gone. she’s gone. she’s gone.

A lonely tear fell from his eye as he reached behind him. He pulled out a gun. He couldn’t live like this anymore. Everyone he had grown up with for the past 20 years were all killed in a single night, and he was the last one standing. He dangled his feet sadly as he held his gun. Was this really the end? His hands shook as he held onto the gun. He took a shaky deep breath. He wasn’t ready. Everytime he thought about throwing down the gun and trying again, she came back.

maya. maya. maya. maya. maya. maya. maya. maya. maya. maya. maya. maya. maya. maya. maya. maya. maya. maya. maya. maya. maya. maya. maya. maya.

He set down the gun beside him and put his hands over his face. He began to cry. Police sirens wailed below him in the cold streets of the dark city. A fog clouded in his mind like a never ending storm that consumed all happiness out of his life after one night. How could he be this miserable? He continued to blame himself for their deaths which just continued to weaken him even more than he already was.

they’re dead because of me. they’re dead because of me. they’re dead because of me. they’re dead because of me. they’re dead because of me. they’re

Suddenly, he picked up the gun forcefully and put the tip of it under his chin. He closed his eyes as more tears rolled down. His finger was still off the trigger, so he could still save himself. He began to gasp for air as he couldn’t decide what he wanted. Suddenly, he felt a soft hand touch his shoulder. He opened his eyes and looked to where the hand was. He saw a transparent figure of Maya.

“Don’t do this to yourself,” she said softly.

“I was the one who killed you, this is what I deserve,” Agent 39 said.

“You’re still alive though, so forget about us and continue living,” Maya said.

“Continue living? Continue living with the guilt of all your blood on my hands?!” Agent 39 asked her. She was silent, not knowing what to say about this. “Maya, I love you and I wish you were here, but you’re not. These fragments and pieces of my life are spreading farther and farther apart, and it’s only a matter of time until…” he looked down at the gun in his hand, “I have to end it.”

“You are one of the strongest agents in the academy, and I know you can fight this,” Maya said. Agent 39 looked at her as she put a hand on his which was holding the gun. “Please, live your life and forget us. I don’t want you to blame this on you, because you are not the one to blame. Leave me and this agency behind and live in peace.”

“What if I fail?” Agent 39 asked Maya. “What if I get dragged back into this mess I’m in?”

“You’ll find a way out,” Maya said as she began to disappear into the night, “You always do.” Finally, she disappeared and Agent 39 reached out for her as she was dissipated into the dark night. Agent 39 looked at the gun below his chin and finally made his decision. He dropped his hand down and sighed. He turned around and dropped his feet on the ground. He stood up and slowly walked to the door. He opened it and walked inside, but held the door open. He looked at the gun and thought about what to do with it. Finally, he threw his gun to the roof and closed the door, sealing his fate.

click clack. click clack. click clack. click clack. click clack. click clack. click clack. click clack. click clack. click clack. click clack. click clack.

He looked around as he continued to type. Everyone else was working on their own paper. It had been a month since his fellow agents had been killed. Agent 39 sighed as he continued to type.

‘News of MultiLabs spreads more and more as the two genius scientists behind the legendary technology continue to work to provide for everyone. Many doubt that this will work, but it’s only a matter of time until we figure out if it’s good or not. That’s all we have for today, but make sure to check in tomorrow for more news. Have a good day!’

He looked at it and sighed. Was this what his life had come to?

glug glug. glug glug. glug glug. glug glug. glug glug. glug glug. glug glug. glug glug. glug glug. glug glug. glug glug. glug glug. glug glug. glug glug.

The loud click sounded from the machine and he walked up to his car and pulled out the gas nozzle. He set it back on the wall and hopped in his small car. He pulled out of the station as another person drove in behind him. Agent 39 pulled up to the store and parked his car. He got out and locked his car as he walked inside. He waved to the cash register who kindly waved back. He walked around and bought some things. He paid the cash register and left the gas station. It seemed that his new life in Arizona was going pretty well.

are you worried, agent? are you worried, agent? are you worried, agent? are you worried, agent? are you worried, agent? are you worried, agent?

He raised his hand at the bartender and she nodded. She came over and poured him more of his drink. She leaned on the counter and looked at Agent 39 as he drank more.

“Anything else I can get for you, darlin’?” the bartender asked in a Southern accent.

“No, that’s all,” Agent 39 said as he pulled out his credit card. He paid for his drink and finished it. He waved to the bartender and she smiled back as she grabbed a slight dirty light blue cloth and began to wipe the inside of a small glass. Agent 39 walked past the other people in the booths of the diner to the bathroom. He pushed open the door and entered the room.

Inside, he saw two men huddled closely together. One was holding a small stack of cash while the other held several boxes containing some sort of capsule with a red gas inside. Quickly, they hid the items behind their back and nodded at Agent 39.

“What’s going on here?” Agent 39 asked them.

“None of your business, man,” one of them said as they stepped back away from him.

“What are you selling?” Agent 39 asked. They looked at him in confusion.

“You know about this?” one of them asked.

“Tell me about it,” Agent 39 said. They looked at each other; they didn’t trust him. “Come on, just let me see,” Agent 39 asked as he stepped forward but the two men stepped back.

“Get out of our way!” one of them said. They began to walk toward Agent 39 to leave, but one of them accidentally dropped the small case with the capsules inside. They dropped onto the ground and scattered over the ground. The men cursed as they dropped to the ground and began to quickly pick up the capsules. Seeing his opportunity, Agent 39 quickly bent down and picked one up and quickly walked to the bathroom door. “Hey, give that back!” Agent 39 closed the door and quickly walked by the others in the diner to the exit. The two men came out of the bathroom and yelled at Agent 39. Exposed, Agent 39 ran to the door and pushed it open. He waved goodbye to the bartender and she waved back. He shut the door behind him and ran to his car. He opened the door of his car and climbed inside as the two men ran to his car. He started the engine and backed up away from them. They cursed as I drove away from the gas station.

where did you get this? where did you get this? where did you get this? where did you get this? where did you get this? where did you get this? where did

“Where did you get this?” the detective asked him. On the table before Agent 39 was a nameplate that read, ‘Detective Tyrell Davis.’ Behind Tyrell was a picture of his family showing him and his wife who was pregnant.

“I stole it from some people selling it in a diner bathroom,” Agent 39 said.

“Which diner?” Tyrell asked him as he took notes.

“Uh, I think it was Mel’s Diner,” Agent 39 said. Tyrell nodded and gently threw his notepad to his table.

“Yeah, we’ve already gotten a lead on this before. Some guys came in a couple days ago, said they walked in on a trade of this stuff, same as you,” Tyrell said.

“Is it dangerous?” Agent 39 asked.

“Well, we don’t know and we don’t wanna find out. All we know is that this stuff is bad and everywhere,” Tyrell said.

“Why don’t we try to stop the trade then?” Agent 39 asked.

“I beg your pardon?” Tyrell asked as he put his interlocked fingers on the desk.

“We can track them down and try to see what it’s used for and then try to take down the whole system, right?” Agent 39 proposed.

“Well, we don’t know how nimble these guys are. It’s not like this is a drug bust or anything, it’s something else,” Tyrell noted.

“What if it’s exactly that? A drug bust? We will find out where the nest is and kill the rats behind it!” Agent 39 explained.

“This would be flawless if we knew where they were, but we don’t,” Tyrell said and Agent 39 nodded sadly, realizing that this would be impossible to pull off. Then, he thought back to before he interrupted the men in the bathroom. ‘Where are we meeting tonight, Herberger?’ Agent 39 remembered one of them saying.

herberger theater. herberger theater. herberger theater. herberger theater. herberger theater. herberger theater. herberger theater. herberger theater.

“Herberger Theater,” Agent 39 suddenly said.

“What?” Tyrell asked.

“Before I interrupted them, I remember them saying that they’re gonna meet at Herberger Theater! That’s, like, a couple blocks from here, right?” Agent 39 said.

“When is this?” Tyrell asked him.

“I think they said tonight,” Agent 39 said. Tyrell looked at his watch and noted the time.

“If we’re doing this, we better go now. You need a ride, or…” Tyrell asked.

“No, I have one. When should I meet you there?” Agent 39 asked.

“20 minutes sounds good?” Tyrell asked me. I nodded. “Dress formally, alright? We don’t really wanna cause a scene. Also, what’s your name?”

“Uh, it’s Ag…” Agent 39 stopped, remembering to hide his name, “Agam. Yeah, I’m Agam.”

“Alright, Agam, I’ll see you there,” Tyrell said as they both stood up. They both went out the same way and got in their separate cars and drove off.

Agent 39 opened the door to the roof and saw small raindrops begin to sprinkle. He saw the gun on the ground which was still there and walked up to it. He bent down and picked it up.

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Agent 39 parked in front of Herberger Theater and walked outside. He jogged through the building rain and went under the roof of the entrance. Thunder quietly rumbled in the distance as Agent 39 looked through the rain for Tyrell. His suit was a bit wet, but it was fine. Out of the darkness covered by rain came a car. The car parked next to Agent 39’s and Tyrell stepped out, also in a suit. He ran up to Agent 39 and nodded at him.

“Alright, let’s go,” Tyrell said. Agent 39 nodded at him and they ran inside the theater. The doors were closed and no one was in the lobby. They ran around on the soft red carpet trying to find a way in.

“Up!” Agent 39 yelled as loud applause came from the inside of the theater. They both skipped stairs as they quickly ran up the stairs, knowing that they were almost out of time before the people would begin to flood the lobby again. Doors began to open above and below Tyrell and Agent 39 as they continued to run on the next floor. More and more people ran out as the agent and the detective became surrounded by people, bustling to get out.

“Do you see them, Agam?!” Tyrell yelled over the loud noise of the chatting people.

“No!” Agent 39 yelled as he looked around desperately. Suddenly, he saw the two men in suits from the diner. They were walking out quickly, trying to escape as fast as possible after completing their trade. “There! Get them!” Agent 39 yelled as he pointed down at them. They looked up at him and began to push people to run out. Agent 39 and Tyrell ran to the stairs past the people and finally ran outside into the rain. The rain poured down on them as they looked around. Suddenly, they saw a car speed through a red light, indicating it was the men. Agent 39 and Tyrell ran to their separate cars and sped after the two men. After speeding past many cars, they finally got close enough. Agent 39 knew what to do from the academy to end the pursuit and sped forward a bit more and crashed into their car. They crashed into a street lamp on an empty street. Agent 39 screeched to a stop as the men’s car flipped. Tyrell and Agent 39 got out and ran to them. They ran to the two men on the ground, but one of them suddenly turned around and shot Tyrell in the heart. “TYRELL!” Agent 39 screamed as Tyrell fell to the ground. Without hesitating, Agent 39 pulled out his gun. He screamed as he shot them both in the head. Their blood mixed with the rain as Agent 39 ran to Tyrell. He noticed something sticking out where the bullet had hit and pulled it out. It was an empty capsule with its red substance gone. Tyrell coughed up blood as Agent 39 held him.

“We got them…” Tyrell said weakly. Agent 39 nodded as Tyrell slowly went limp, “We got them…” Finally, Tyrell went still. Suddenly, one of the men coughed. Agent 39 stood up as lightning flashed behind him. He walked angrily to the man who was alive and flipped him over and saw his entire eye was gouged out from Agent 39’s bullet.

“What is this stuff?!” Agent 39 yelled at him.

“I-It’s a new formula that kills instantly!” he said as more of his blood flowed out of his body.

“Where did you get it?! WHO GAVE IT TO YOU?!” Agent 39 yelled at him, but he was very weak.

“R… Ra…” the man tried to say, but he died. Agent 39 yelled in anger as thunder rocked the city.

The door opened and a black woman stepped out. Agent 39, still in his suit which still had blood from the previous night, stood at the front door.

“Can I help you?” the woman asked.

The woman cried as Agent 39 watched her. “How could they do this?” she asked Agent 39.

“I’m not sure, but we still ended their trade once and for all,” Agent 39 said.

“No, no, I heard that they still had someone in charge who runs it,” the woman said. “His name is Sebastian. Sebastian Baranova.”

“I’ve never heard of him,” Agent 39 said.

“That’s because he’s barely known. I only heard about him while overhearing his conversation at the restaurant I work at,” the woman said.

“I’ll look more into that,” Agent 39 said as he stood up.

“What are all these boxes for?” Agent 39 asked the woman.

“We’re moving to New York in a month. Well, I guess it’s only me now…” the woman responded. Agent 39 nodded and turned to the door.

“You’re leaving already?” she asked.

“I have to go, I’m so sorry,” Agent 39 said. Before he turned around, he looked back at the woman who was pregnant. “What’s their name?” Agent 39 asked.

“Tyrell and I thought of a good one:” the woman said, “Xavier.”

“It’s a beautiful name,” Agent 39 said.

“Thank you for everything,” she said and Agent 39 turned around. He opened the door, but the woman stopped him. “Wait, what’s your name?”

Agent 39 turned around, and realized that he was done hiding. “Agent 39,” he said and she looked at him in confusion. He turned around and walked outside to his car. He decided to return to being an Agent, to continue hunting and searching until he found Sebastian Baranova. He would not stop killing until justice had been served.

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Whole new world and realities,

Formed in this small little brain of mine.

My own universe comes together above me head,

Like I am God, and the characters are my people.

Creativity and Imagination are hard to come by,

But people who are gifted with this extreme talent

Have the force of a thousand stars.

A homage to them, indeed,

For we have made it this far.

For the past year, I could most definitely say

That I have experienced joy in writing.

A rare thing to say,

Especially as a kid in this dark world.

So full of cruelty and death,

It's hard to find light in a dystopia like this.

Writing takes me away from my life

And shows me what I can do.

It's like watching a TV show.

You watch one part, and you learn a lot.

But once you're done, you want more.

Unlike an ending that you don't want,

You can be flexible and truly write from your heart

While trying to explain the true immense power

Contained in your powerful mind.

Writing is a gift, but it is also a curse.

I am bound to these computer keys every day

To continue to write.

Will I suceed? Or will I fail?

I am driving right toward the train tracks,

But will I make it

Or will the train hit me, and I fall down again?

Only time will tell. Is this what I want?

Is this what I need? Well, I don't know that,

But I do know that even though I hate it,

It's my destiny... and it's my purpose.

"Smile. It's almost over..."