Forum Name: Pipinowns
Age: 14
Date Entry Finished: 12/5/08
Description of Entry: A short sci-fi story that takes place on another planet about a vigilante who is forced to fight in the same war that he wants his race to lose.
Entry:
*Warning, this story includes strong language*
Silence is the Name
Chapter 1
I woke up.
There was a ring at the door, then another, followed by yet another ring, and so on.
"I'm coming!" I yelled, but the ringing refused to cease.
"I SAID I'M COMING, NOW STOP THE FUCKING RINGING!"
The ringing ceased.
I got dressed quickly, then went to the door. I opened it to reveal what appeared to be someone important, which came to be quite a shock, as nobody important ever visited me.
"Sorry for my language" I said "Nobody important ever visits me."
"Just take the note" the person said, handing me a note.
I took the note and began reading, it said:
Dear lifeforms who abide on the following planet: Earth
We come in peace, sort of. We have to be honest by saying that this is all one really big mess. We will do our best to explain everything, and if you have any questions, then please, send a message to the GSQAI, who will do there best to answer any questions you have.
Our race, the humanoid Soaplains are currently at war with the Lodixautions due to the fact that even the littlest drop of water is extremely deadly to us, yet it is extremely important to there survival. We have tried to live in peace with them, but they insist our quarrel with water is impure and unnatural. They have broken out into war with us, and we have reacted as we must in order to defend our people.
Well enough about us, let's talk about you! The Lodixuations have threatened to bring other water loving races into the battle, so now that our race has begun plans to destroy all planets with civilizations that need water to survive, we are forced to send out a letter to all of these planets to warn them in advance. So please do enjoy your life, as it won't last very long.
Goodbye!
-The Representatives of the Soaplain race
"What in the flying FUCK IS THIS?" I asked.
"This is a letter for all humans, now I highly recommend you talk more respectfully, because I am a representative of--"
"THE FUCKING SHITHEAD COMMUNITY? I'M A SOAPLAIN YOU LITTLE FUCKING SHIT! WHY ON NEZRONOX, WOULD I FUCKING LIVE IN THE SOA FUCKING PLAIN CAPITAL, IF I WASN'T A FUCKING SOAPLAIN? WHEN HUMANS LIVE ON THE GLORIOUS MOTHER FUCKING PLANET OF EARTH, WHY THE FUCK WOULD YOU BE A IMPORTANT PERSON, YET STILL BE STUPID ENOUGH TO ACTUALLY GIVE ME THIS LETTER? JUST BECAUSE I BELIEVE THAT IT'S WRONG TO GO AROUND SLAUGHTERING THE LITTLE BITCHES, DOESN'T MAKE ME A FUCKING HUMAN. NOW GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM MY HOUSE YOU WORTHLESS LITTLE SHITHEAD CUNTFUCK!"
He then began beating the shit out of me. Punch after punch, kick after kick, I eventually passed out.
Now I must tell you, I normally don't use such language in such a large amount and in such a small amount of time, but I'd been sick of all the pissy little shitheads like the one who just beat the shit out of me, who come to my house, pretending they aren't unimportant visitors, then pretending I'm a human just because I spent an hour of my week to protest blowing the shit out of a planet we know nothing about.
Let me explain something about the planet of Nezronox, and the races that abide there. It's a mixed planet, with many different races. First, we have the Soaplains.
Are name may sound harmless, yet very alien to you. We are neither.
On the outside, we look almost exactly like you. But, as you already know, water is lethal to us. Except there are a few who are just the opposite. Most of them have became so mutilated by a huge amount of water intake, that they have go to the Lodixuations side of the planet and ask to become one of them. The Loxiduations have the ability to turn others into a Loxiduation, only by holding on to them for a few seconds. Please remember though, that it is impossible for them to "accidentally" turn someone into a Loxiduation, no matter what they may claim.
Luckily for The Mutilated they only begin living up to there names after a very large amount of water intake.
Lucky for me too.
Now, back to general Soaplain information. Natural Soaplains dream of being locked in a cell, due to what I believe to be quite frequent brainwashing. During the war, after a soldier has gone out of his way to serve his race, he is rewarded with a nice prison cell for him to be buddies with until he dies. The bastards behind this are the ones smart enough not to fight. Unfortunately they tend to fill there afternoons with hacking at "Uncooperative" citizens and soldiers like a fucking pinata. This is includes innocent citizens who are simply addressing the reasons why they shouldn't be drafted. Of course these blood hungry bastards look a hell of a lot nicer to the public eye. But my eye is far more intelligent then that of the public.
The other races aren't important, or at least not right now.
I walked into my bedroom and took down a painting above my bed to reveal my safe. I typed in the combination, for a second the beating revealed a few of it's aftershocks by making me forget my combination, but I quickly remembered it. Inside the safe were all sorts of water material. I took out two needles, filled with water. I injected one into my arm and the delight came to me faster then the little shithead's ringing of the doorbell got me out of my bed.
The other needle I placed into my pocket. So today was the day, which meant, once again, somebody is going to pay for everything that is wrong with this civilization. Somebody is going to pay for this huge fucking bruise on my forehead. Somebody is going to pay, and I can't wait to find out who.
Call me a vigilante, call me a murderer, call me whatever makes your boat float. But just remember that I'm one of the few people making sure you still have water for your boat to float on.
All these names are things I tend to forget as I drive around the city. You can always tell the house of a representative, mainly because of the nice little sign in the front yard that they are forced to place in there front yard. Because one of the biggest crimes would be stopping these mother fuckers from posing with there axes that are covered in your family's blood raised high, in an attempt to make you jealous. This may just be how I see the world, and sure, maybe I'm the one who's brainwashed and everyone else is sane. But until I see any proof of this, the hunt continues.
I finally found an out-of-the-way home that contains a sign with a picture of one of the now ten representatives of our race (It used to be twelve, before I began my vigilante work.)
I parked away from his house and waited until dark, I pulled out my ladder and used it to climb up onto his balcony. When I was up, I found I window leading to his bedroom, where Mr. Fonto was enjoying his dreams. I broke the window and jumped into his home. The man, whose full name is Peter L. Fonto, jumped out of his bed. I tackled him to the ground and use my legs plus one arm to hold him down.
I pulled out my needle and said, "Blood is my game, silence is the name" then threw the needle into his bare neck, and injected the water into his body. I enjoyed saying my own little catchphrase that I made awhile back before I killed someone, as it helped me feel more consistent.
The water I injected him with wouldn't destroy his body until a week later, therefore nobody would even suspect one of The Mutilated unless someone begins to miss him so much that they dig him out of his grave, only to reveal nothing but liquidly fluids that would soon be there destructor.
I got everything together and went back home, proud of myself. I had another fix and threw myself into the bed. Little did I know that my actions at the home of Peter L. Fonto, would lead to total chaos the next morning.
Chapter 2
I dreamt of Earth that night. There was water everywhere, even coming from the sky. Water poured down from above, onto a suburban home. I entered the home, and when I walked through the door I appeared in the city, where every time a raindrop would hit someone, they would explode just like any explosion, except with water, not fire. I tried to dodge the raindrops by running , but when I tried I only was able to run in place. Then a huge raindrop about half the size of a planet came down. It fell beautifully and wonderfully, right until it made contact with the Earth. And I watched, from an outside view, the earth disintegrate into nothing but water, then the water went shooting out all across the galaxy.
Then there was a loud bang. I woke up.
Officers rushed into my house faster then a bullet from a pissed off shotgun. It was a mind fuck, and I began shitting bricks. Not literally.
I assumed the men where coming to my house searching for water. They weren't going to find it. I keep the location of my stash very secret, which is why I lied to you about it's location earlier. I've never told anyone the location of my stash, and I don't think I ever will. These men were hired by Peter Fonto, the biggest little cunt to ever walk Nezronox. The fucker had made it through the encounter, but why was something that came to be a great surprise to me.
The way I knew these cunts where hired by the even bigger cunt was because of these fancy little pictures of him on there vests It meant they were privately hired by him, and it still escapes me why private agents bother wearing vests of the person who hired them. I think it is to intimidate officers who might try and question them when the officers pass by and see them tearing the shit out of a house. One look at a government working cunt and the officers will piss themselves and drive off.
I got up and began trying to fight them off.
"YOUR GOING TO REGRET THIS YOU LITTLE CUNTS!" I yelled
I pulled a knife out of my back pocket, which I liked to keep handy, and stabbed one of them. It barely affected this vest wearing fucker. He hit me in the face with the butt of his gun and began reenacting the same scene from yesterday, which was the one of me getting the shit beaten out of. Although this time it was way worse, especially once the other agents joined in. A dozen strikes of pain later, I was knocked out.
I gained consciousness in some form of cell. I found it ironic how many people would love to be in my position, although at the same time I was concerned.
These people know of my hate towards prisons, what else could they know about me?
I moved my eyes around, and saw the cunt himself, Peter fucking Fonto.
"Awake at last are you?" Fonto said.
"What the fuck am I doing here? Who the FUCK ARE YOU?" I demanded.
"Calm down, my friend. I thought silence was the name? You need to focus on working on teaching what you preach, or else you will put the rest of us Mutilated to shame."
Once again, bricks filled my pants. There was no way this man was going to admit to being one of The Mutilated on camera, so I assumed that this was off the record, which made me feel more confident to say what was on my mind which included recognizing the fact I attacked him last night and that we both know it.
"I apologize, I'll try and correct this behavior in the future." I spit a bloody tooth out of my mouth (One of the effects from the fight with the agents) and leaned forward, "Mind letting me free of these chains then...friend?" I said, while slightly raising my hands.
"Of course I don't mind, my friend. In fact that is exactly what I'm planning to do. It is a sad turn of events that your work is interfering with mine and others plans for this race, and so you either have to be painted out of the glorious painting that is life, or just moved to another location. I can't put you in prison, as it may appear to the other representatives as me letting you off nicely. And we can't have them seeing me as nice, can we? So Naturally, I'd just kill you, but the fact that you are one of The Mutilated, would mean that there is no logical way of doing this. You are probably aware that when one of us kills another , it leads to --"
I interrupted him and said "I'm not here because I have fucking brain damage am I? I'm not a crazy fucking psycho, and I'm not an ignorant little bitch like most of the people in our fucking race, either. So you start talking to me with some fucking respect, or I'll get us both disintegrated into fucking water. Are we square on this?
He gave me a look of hatred, and while I pretended not to be scared shitless he said "You sure love your swear words don't you...Mr. Nezron?"
He knows my name. Nobody knows my name...Unless...
"No...NO...YOU LITTLE FUCKING CUNT! DON'T YOU FUCKING GO THERE!"
"Oh...I won't be going anywhere, I'm afraid you're the only one who's going somewhere."
"DON'T YOU FUCKINGD DARE! I'M TELLING YOU, DON'T YOU FUCKING DARE!" I tried to break loose, to no avail.
He walked towards me with a needle and said "May your days of fighting for our race bring you great joy."
"DON'T DO THIS YOU LITTLE CUNT! DON'T FUCKING DO THIS!"
He injected me with the needle.
"Until next time...Mr. Nezron"
Chapter 3
There was no stopping me. I was a light blue, and glowing brightly. I had no facial features, no genitals. I was a blank, humanoid, ray of blue light. I was a Lodixuation, and nobody was stopping me. I was making a huge leap over a wall defending the Soaplain city. I began ripping citizens apart, and enjoying every moment of it. Man, women, or child...I didn't care who it was, I grabbed them, stuck my glowing hands into there body, and ripped them apart. I jumped up and defied the laws of gravity by flying straight into somebody, and the second I went past them I saw there guts flying apart, and then I kept going, through person among person. Then I ran straight and true into a building, fell over, and died. I felt my body fly down into an abyss. I kept falling and falling, and then everything went black.
I woke up. I was on an airplane, handcuffed. Two people were sitting besides me, neither of them I recognized, so I just assumed they were escorting me. And then I remembered, why I was here in the first place, and where I was going. I felt pissed off, and full of rebellion.
I turned to the guy to the left of me, "You mind letting free of these cuffs?" I said, raising them to his face.
He didn't respond.
"Hey, little fuck bag, I asked you a question!"
He didn't respond.
"I ASKED YOU A QUESTION, NOW ANSWER IT YOU FUCKING LITTLE SHIT!"
He didn't make any responses, neither verbal nor psychical.
"I see how it is! Silence is your game, is it?" I said. Then I leaned closer and said "Well blood is mine." then I turned back into my original position, facing the seat in front of me. I was quite satisfied with myself.
When the plane landed, these two men escorted me off the plane, everything from there on out was a bit of a blur.
Immediately after getting off the plane, I know the guy I was harassing on the plane slammed me with a taser. After that it was just punching, kicking, electricity, and pain. Lots and lots of pain. I know that more people joined in, and I know it went on for almost an hour. And every time I swore, one of them would pull out a knife and slice my with it. Every time I let out a scream, someone would kick me in the mouth. Eventually I was chained to a post, and everyone left. Occasionally someone walking by would give me a kick in the testicle, to make sure I wasn't getting too comfortable (As if that was even possible...). Somehow they also had a way of hearing what I said, as every time I let out a swear there would always be someone to run out and jab me with a knife.
Eventually, it was late at night, and there was silence. I stared up into the sky, and looked at the stars. They were delightful. I thought about Mr. Fonto, and how much I wanted to kill the little cunt. I thought about Earth, and when it would be destroyed.
Maybe it already was destroyed. An entire race. Just gone.
I tried to make myself care about the people of Earth, but I couldn't. Even ten hours of holding a sign that says "Save the Humans" couldn't prepare me for this. All I cared about was myself, and no one else. Fuck Earth. Fuck humans. Fuck you.
A few minutes later a slave walked towards me. The Soaplains kept the Jreniw race as slaves. Apparently the Jreniw's "Didn't want payment" but everyone knows that's just bullshit. And everyone who has the sack to speak up on the matter doesn't get to live long enough to regret it. The Jreniw's where a very mystical race, and it has always been told that they are skilled in the art of trickery, or what some you might call, magical crafts.
Because I was still on my rebellion streak, I decided to give the short, humanoid, green creature a hard time.
"You here to wash my shoes?" I asked.
He threw his tiny fist at my face. I felt a terrifyingly painful burn.
"FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!" I screamed. The bastard had used his trickery to light my face on fire. He grabbed a bucket of water, and threw it at my face. I passed out.
Chapter 4
I woke up.
You know how I said that everything after we got to the military base was a bit of a blur? Well most of what I was talking about was training.
When I woke up, I was being escorted to a training course, they took the cuffs off me and demanded I go through it.
After being set on fire, my permanently deformed figure and mindset would not give me a second to even think about rebelling. I climbed monkey bars, I crawled in mud, and went on through the course. At the end we would be forced to do 100 push ups, then go back and do the course again. The worst part about it was the other people doing it. They were encourages to sabotage one another. I was constantly thrown to the ground and tripped. I didn't dare fight back, I just kept running. I didn't even want to fight back. I just wanted to survive.
Every time I got hurt, which was quite often, I wanted to let my mouth take over and swear out a storm. But I knew the consequences for this, and I resisted the urge.
I was running towards a wall to jump over it, when I was tripped to the ground. I fell down and looked upwards at the person who had tripped me. He jumped towards the wall, but didn't get over. But his jump was so strong that he knocked down the wall. All the officers pulled out whips and began beating him. Then more came out, and began beating others. Eventually, everyone in training was being beaten.
Day after day, due to the poor workmanship of the course, things would break and we'd get whipped. Eventually I learned to love the whip. To look forward to it. I got off on it. The pain made me forget how much I craved a fix of water.
My figure was constantly deforming, from both brutal torture and the effects of my detoxing of water. Water was a huge part of who I was, and without it my body began destroying itself. But even worse then all this, was not being able to swear. Every time a swear word even crossed my minder, there sick technology was able to pick it up. I couldn't swear, not even in my mind. I felt empty, and incomplete. I wasn't myself, and I really wished I could be. It was all gone now. The murder, the water, the swearing. The freedom.
I was who they wanted me to be, and as days went by, I got used to it. Eventually, I didn't mind the concept of being someone else. And I began feeling better and better.
One day we were being whipped because a newcomer broke one of the monkey bars.
I loved the whip. I cheered with joy every time I got hit.
But then I felt it again. The pain was back. It burned terribly bad.
"STOP! STOP IT! OH PLEASE, PLEASE PLEASE STOP IT! STOP STOP STOP!"
And he stopped. Everyone stopped, and they stared at me. Then they walked away.
I was shocked. They had never actually stopped when I asked them to. Then it occurred to me, that I had never asked them to "Please stop" and that nobody else had.
I stared at them, walking away. I then recognized the pain of being brutally hit in the back of the head with a bottle. Apparently, many other people had learned to love the whip. I was told that I'd be able to stay with all the other fighters, and that I now was officially part of the army. But thanks to me, this cruel romance of the whip was at it's end. During training, nobody was ever whipped again, unless they posed full out rebellion towards an officer. Or at least that's what I told myself...as I comfortably sit in my bed, writing in my journal. Then I go to sleep...and there is silence...complete silence.
Chapter 5
-8 Months Later-
I woke up.
It was weeks away from my one year anniversary at the military base, and we were being shipped out to fight in a battle the Lodixuations in just one day. The very race I used to support, I was going to fight. And I wanted to. I no longer supported that filthy race and I seriously regret every word that I wrote against The Soaplains in this journal. It is difficult for me to write in the same journal were I kept all of my evil ideas, and all my terrible profane words.
I got up out of my bed, and went to the bathroom. I grabbed my tooth brush, then grabbed for my toothpaste. But I didn't get any toothpaste, as it was gone. I got out of the bathroom, and looked for one of my buddies in the bedroom. None of them were there, so I went into the main room, and they were sitting together talking.
I went up to them and said "Good morning my brothers. Do any of you know why my toothpaste would be missing by any chance?"
Billy, the one of the buddies I was closet too, got up and entered the next room, which was filled of soldiers eating breakfast. He announced "Has anyone here seen Silence's toothpaste?"
Dent, one of the ruder soldiers, made eye contact with him and said "Silence? Who is that? Are you talking about Mr. N--"
"SILENCE IS THE NAME!" I interrupted, and then I began charging at him. I punched him in the face and began beating the shit out of him. I grabbed his shirt and held him onto the wall.
"SAY MY NAME! SAY MY NAME!" I demanded.
"SILENCE!" he screamed.
I let him go, and he fell to the ground, "Now where is my toothpaste?" I asked.
After this incident, and a few sessions alone with my toothbrush and toothpaste, I spent the rest of the day talking with my buddies. We had a nice and respectful discussion concerning women. You see, even though we feel that women are humans and should be treated with just as much respect as men, we still enjoy a bit of man to man talk about them. It's a concern of our population dying out, that is all.
"Yes, I really like her figure." Billy said.
"No, it's not her figure you see, it's her personality. It is just so...if you mind my language...sexually attracting." Gree said.
"Mind your language my brother! You don't want to cause a riot!" I said, while withholding a giggle, as I secretly enjoyed discussing such things.
"I apologize, my brothers." Gree responded.
"You had best be apologizing! Our society can not handle there soldiers becoming...what's the word for it?" I said.
"Slackers." Nathan said.
"Yes...I suppose that's what I was trying to say. Your apology had best stand, as our society cannot handle there soldiers becoming slackers!"
"I already apologized!" Gree said "Just chill out!"
"I'm chill." I responded.
"Pardon me, but you don't look very chill." Billy said.
"I'M CHILL." I insisted.
Billy backed off, and for a moment there was silence. Nice and beautiful silence.
Then Mentum, the quite one in our group, had to open his mouth, and ruin it all.
"Silence, do you mind telling us what your real name is? And why does Dent know it, and not us?"
I felt rage come upon me, but I held it in, as I knew that if I was going to make a point, I'd have to save my rage for later.
"He knows my name because his father is the one who sent me here." I said.
"And what is your name?" Mentum asked.
"Soap Nezron" I said.
Once again, there was silence. In my mind I envisioned bricks falling out of there pants.
"Your one of the original Soaplains on this planet?" Nathan asked.
"Yes. And one of the original inhabitants." I said.
"But wouldn't that mean, your one of The Mutilated?" Gree asked.
"DO NOT TALK TO ME LIKE THAT! MY LIPS HAVE NO TOUCHED WATER FOR ALMOST AN ENTIRE YEAR! DO NOT PITTY ME! DO NOT TALK DOWN TO ME! REALIZE WHO YOU ARE TALKING TO! I AM ONE OF THE FOUNDING FATHERS OF OUR SOCIETY! ONE OF THE ORIGINAL REPRESENTATIVES! I WAS TURNED OFF BY THE ENTIRE CONCEPT AND TURNED INTO A VIGILANTE BECAUSE OF A DEMON INVADING MY BODY! AND NOW THAT DEMON IS GONE, AND ONCE AGAIN I WILL BE RESTORED INTO ONE OF THE LEADERS OF OUR RACE! DO NOT PITTY ME! PRAISE MY NAME! PRAISE SILENCE!"
I stormed out of the room and into my bed. At first I was too nervous about battle day tomorrow to get any sleep. But then I finally fell asleep.
I dreamed I was in water, swimming around and looking at fishes. All of them where beautiful. They glowed and swam gracefully in the water. Then all the fishes of the water began attacking each other, they would cannibalize there own young, and even try to eat a fish three times there size. I wondered why the fight didn't turn me on. Then I realize, that seeing such beautiful creatures rip each other apart was disturbing. And that I hated it. I really, really did. And there I heard the alarm, which symbolized that it was time to go to battle.
I woke up. And for a second, just for a second, there was complete and total silence.
Chapter 6
Dear readers of the following piece of literature: Silence's Private Diary.
Just a few hours again it was reported that Soap Nezron was killed today. He had his gun in hand, and after witnessing what one may think was a young Lodixuation being shot by a soldier, began firing on his own men. The young Lodixuation was armed and dangerous, and the soldier who killed him is not going to be put in any shame, and will have a funeral fit for a king. Mr. Nezron killed seven men until he was finally put down. While he was shooting at our men, many men say that he began turning into a strange creature, and they suspect that he was one part of an ancient Soaplain race called The Mutilated.
The names of the men Mr. Nezron killed go as followed:
Billy Pilgrim
Zinger Peterson
Wilson Parkers
Dent Fondo
Nathan Ku
Mentum Klux
Gree Klan
Mr. Nezron's last words were officially stated to be,
"YOU WILL PAY FOR THIS YOU LITTLE FUCKING CUNTS!"
Goodbye!
-Peter Fonto
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