Future and Past (standard:science fiction, 5435 words)
Author: Mazrim Taim	Added: Jan 04 2001	Views/Reads: 3489/2235	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
Hello, this is my second submission, and I am still writing it. I heavily want feedback so please email me. This is the story of the forces of eternity against the breakers of time, and a resurrection in the future stemming from the past.

The Future and the Past 

The past and the future are a web of intracies, and in them lies a path,
which bridges trails with interstices for one to fall through. The 
interstices of this period were holes in the memory, and forgetfulness 
of the past. The knowledge of the power that can be derived had been 
forgotten and the beings of the planet earth had thus created gods and 
the supernaturals, and fought needless wars over what they forgot how 
to explain. But a resurrection is to come, and the whole world shall be 
shaken by it. That time is now. The time has come. What shall come to 
pass is what will be. 
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The past will be forgotten, and the future unkown, One will stand to
bridge it, first alone, His path will be rent in blood and fire, But he 
will do what me must because of his will and desire, Pray for your 
salvation, Yearn for the new world's invitation, In this wake what 
shall come to be, What will happen to humanity? 

Texts of the Beings, buried in a place long forgotten.
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Chapter 1- The unknown It was that time of year again for Mike 
Crostice, the time when freedom ends, and the feeling of impending doom 
ends, for the doom comes. It takes on the shape of a building, and is 
then filled with inhabitants in their teenage years, and teachers of an 
age some would consider old and some would consider young. When the 
shape is complete, it is one of complexities and diversities. Then the 
shape forms, and those composed in it march forward heedings its call, 
some resigned, some enthustiastic. It was deemed what must be by those 
of today. Well fuck those people, he hated it. Especially these first 
day of school lines. As he waited in lines, to get his senior locker 
assignment, only one more year left, he spied one who he had often 
dreamed of. Karissa, a junior of 5'7, brown hair, and green eyes, who 
he had always wished to date, but never had the balls to do so. Well 
this year was to be different to Mike, and he had acquired his balls 
over the summer, so he decided to make his move. He had always been 
never popular, never dispopular. Just a forgotten and overlooked face 
in the student populace. It was almost as if he was casting an aura of 
"don't touch" to those surrounding him. This thought had often crossed 
his mind. A hidden barrier. Well he decided to dismember it today. He 
knew Karissa did not know of him, so he would play dumb, and act if he 
did not know her, have a clean slate. "Hello, I am compiling a list of 
the most beautiful girls in the school, and the first spot is still 
vacant, so I was wondering if you could give me your name so that I 
might fill it." Said Mike. "Fuck off loser, I am going to have my 
boyfriend kick your ass for that. Jimmy, this asshole Mike just hit on 
me, what are you going to do about it stud?" she said back to him while 
looking over at her boyfriend Jimmy, a huge senior football player of 
6'4 and 225 pounds of solid muscle. It was not as if Mike was a small 
man standing at 6'1 and having an extremely lean and muscular build 
which he always concealed, but he never liked to fight. Jimmy 
approached Mike with these words to say. "So I hear you were hitting on 
my girl, bitch." Said Jimmy. "Yes I was cock, I want to sheath my sword 
in her." "I am going to fucking kick your ass for that." And with those 
words he swung, but Mike was not quick enough and got slammed in the 
nose and flew across the room. Jimmy then ran over and started stomping 
on his face as a circle of students gathered around the fight to watch 
the proceedings. Strangely the faculty just sat and watched too as if 
being told to "stay put", Mike had a point to prove, that he would 
stand no bullshit. Well things were not going so well for our poor man, 
he was having his head bashed across the hard tiled floor. Red, blood, 
anger, they are all connected, and you shall feel my wrath asshole. 
Marcus felt an emotion he never experienced before, total emotion, 
total anger, his whole being became focused on destroying his nemesis. 
He no longer felt the pain, or the blood, all he felt was hatred. Jimmy 
was no longer an incubus, but an insuperior being, who did not realize 
who he was facing. "Apoligize to my girl for offending her now you 
piece of shit." Screamed Jimmy "Die cocksucker, after you blow me of 
course." Mike, with a surge of strenth tossed Jimmy off of him, his 
face streaming with blood. He felt a force welling up in him, pure 
energy, and he charged Jimmy and leapt unto him, and started beating 
the shit out of him, but Jimmy, also being a wrestler, countered and 
managed to get back on his feet, and started running straight at Mike. 
Mike then, not realizing what he was doing, welled up his "energy" in a 


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