*Elf pokes. UZ(xorex) returnpoke.*
“Ah cool. Sure I will meet you guys there.”
My name is UZ. Often, I found it strange to narrate my own story(ies.)
But . . .
I suppose it’s just that the I felt that Deus Ex Machina could not be achieved otherwise, where me myself is the main character.
So enters UZ, or myself, or the author, however you wanna say it. I somehow got caught in this schoollife thing so I became a perfectly normal highschool student and . . . oh, I almost forgot, gotta run!
Uh friends, yes friends. Main characters from other universes are gathered here. They assume various roles in the story, all of them near or same age as me, while some are older . . . there aren’t many! We are all in the same school and um well, you will see.
It was already evening when I headed out. There was nothing much to see, a few withered trees lingered along the sidewalk/road. Along the opposite side, there were a few pedestrians lining up there to looking out to the harbor to watch the sun set. It’s quite a sight, I will tell you, but it got pretty normal after a while.
Yes still light out . . . hmm already 6:38 . . . I would have to run if I wanna catch the 6:40 train. Otherwise, I would have to walk my way to the mall, a hard thing to imagine or do. It’s about forty miles between here and the mall. Even if I could keep my pace at eight point something miles per hour, I would never reach it in time. I probably end up coughing halfway.
Carefully I craned my neck out to see if both side of the road were clear. Clear for now . . . I jumped across the bike rails then quickly ran across the road, nearly got hit by a car in the process, gave me an obnoxious honk too . . . that was odd, I swore I didn’t see any cars . . .
Metros’ on the other side, sailing across the other bike rail, I’m through. Down the steps, pass the people, and swipe my card right through the ticket machine. Down more steps then wait. Forty, right on time, the metro sped pass me and slow to a halt. Five minutes and I’m there.
Oh did I tell you the time me and my friends hijacked a bus . . . ? Uh . . . another story for another time I guess hehe. Though I guess that’s where I inherited my 1337 h4xX0ry driving skillz.
Anyways, finally made it to the mall. Yep there they were, all waiting, though some were rather violent about it while others . . . well you will see. Take for example these two, Sheba and Shela, both twins, identical in face and everything, yet ones an aggressive tomboy while the other’s umm timid. I guess that’s how you put it.
“Hey dimwit! If ya’ve been here sonner, we’d all be in the theaters by now! Now we gotta . . .” See what I mean by Aggressive tomboy? Sheba was already raising her fist and yelling, typical of her to blab away monotonously. Whereas her conterpart would just go “Hiya UZ-kun.”
Naturally I say hi back and ignore Sheba completely.
Oh almost forgot, there’s also Zeph, Titus, and Locke.
“Hey what took you man? You made me buy a cheesecake.” Zeph said. Umm he’s the type that eats and never gets big, horizontal-wise. Too much metabolism, I think.
“Well ‘sa not my fault,” I replied. “I got other duties here in life too.”
“Like what?” Titus, umm how do you put it . . . “The Smiling Freak” I guess. Haha though I won’t say that to his face, he’s always smiling no matter what happens. I guess there’s one side of him that doesn’t want people to worry about him . . .
“Like uh, doing some author type stuff?”
Locke’s the um . . . “nerd” of our group I think. Though he’s cool too. He’s just more technical haha.
Well it can’t be helped, it’s already hard enough to narrate and live at the same time. And I sometimes somehow managed to stop to narrate leading to – “Wah!!”
“Alright ‘nuff talk.” I got dragged by Sheba, shamelessly, (for this occurs often anyways, though I can’t say that it didn’t attract a lot of attention) half way across the mall to the theatre. My legs were burning when she finally let go.
The movie was more or less boring. About this girl whose boyfriend committed suicide. Here’s how the pecking order works: Sheba with the glittering eyes glued to the film, then Shela who could be watching or pretending to. Then there’s the rest of us who either had to watch because we are within range of Sheba, or, for those of us lucky enough, we can sleep through the movie. Just have to make sure we check our yawn on the way out.
Things got interesting however halfway through the move. I forgot to tell you, since I am literally Deus Ex Machina in this story, many things, want or unwanted, happens that generally are hard to explain. Like so. And like so, a giant slug popped out of the view screen like a 3-D movie.
At first, everyone thought it was part of the movie.
Then they remembered the plot.
Then they remembered they weren’t wearing glasses.
Then the slug managed to drench a front seater in slime.
Let’s just say pandemonium spread like an epidemic.
“Um Zeph?” I said, after backing away from the scene and slowly watching the events unfold. In another universe, Zeph’s actually a highly ranked Seraphim (no not the Seraphim in the Bible. It’s slightly different.) with the avatar of a teenager, needless to say, all his memories, abilities and kills were quite intact. And since these slugs were pretty much level one junk data types, they dissipate into particles rather quickly under Zeph’s “invisible” speed assault.
We too blended in with the crowd crowding around the exit. Still level one junk data shouldn’t be able to converge on spacetime . . . yep there it was, a level ten boss slug. Well it caused much more panic but it dissimilated rather quickly along with the rest of the slugs.
Again no one notice Zeph moved.
Well that was an interesting night. We all got home safely.
Still . . . the suddenness of the car and the unexplained guidance of the slugs . . . I think it was just the beginning.
