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Blog Book, Day 2

Good morning! More of my book! (Y'all get the first draft btw)


Four months ago

A little boy huddled timidly in the corner, his father passed out and bleeding on the couch.
-Look at me when I am speaking to you, Geoff.
Growled the beast of a man holding the gun. The boy obediently looked up.
-I said, tell me where the operation is hiding and I will let you both live.
-Sir, I don't know what you're talking about. My dad is a plumber, not part of a secret operation.
-Well I guess you are no use to us.
Geoff looked on with horror as the masked man with the wobbly voice raised the gun to point at his face. The boy closed his eyes, expecting any moment to be his last.
Swoosh
-Leave the boy alone.
He looked up to see the black form of a man hovering between him and the man with the gun. He was emitting a strange blue light around his body.
-Fine. I will shoot you then.
-I wouldn't do that.
Bang. Screaming.
It wasn't the blue and black stranger that was screaming in agony though. It was the man that had pulled the trigger. He crumpled to the floor holding his head and screaming.




Intense pain. Like a hundred whistles in his mind. Stop, please make it stop. Have mercy!
-Were you going to have mercy on that boy?
-No, but- AAAAAGGH!!!!
The man writhed across the floor as dozens of painful images flashed across his mind. Blue flames seemed to tear through his body. All the while the strange blue and black man hovered, calmly inflicting mental torture on him.
-What were you here for?
-I'm not tell-AAHH!  A secret operation. His father was the leader of a secret operation.
-What operation?
-I don't know all of the details. I'm only an officer!
At this point the man began to cry in his agony.
-Who do you work for?
-His name is....
The man was growing weak, the screaming in his mind quieted slightly.
-His name is Hototo Achak.
Instantly the searing pain vanished. The floating man spoke.
-Tell this, Hototo Achak that the people of this operation are mine and that he is not to touch them or I will make sure he goes to the Abyss. Him and all of his men.
-Oo-okay...
The man sat on the floor still stunned.
-Go now!
The man scrambled to leave and Geoff's floating blue hero turned to him.
-Are you okay?
-I-I don't know. What did you do to that man? Are you going to do that to me?
-No, I only do that to the bad guys. Don't worry, you are safe now.
-Who are you?
-A friend.
-Can you help my dad?
-Perhaps. Let me see.
The glowing man went to Geoff's father and gazed at him. He stepped back and sent a small soft blue flame into the man's chest. It disappeared and the man took a gasping breath.
-Geoff!
-Daddy! I'm here.
-What happened? Where is the man with the gun? Are  you okay?
-I am fine. This man saved me.
Geoff gestured to where his hero had been, but he was gone.
-Well, there was a man there. He was black, but he glowed blue. He...mixed the bad man's mind. Then he put a blue fire in your chest and you woke up.
The father thought for a moment.
-We should thank him, I owe him my life.
He pulled the boy into his embrace and held him tight for many moments.




-Sir, officer 5669 says that he has a message for you.
-Bring him in.
-Immediately, sir.
Within moments a weak man tumbled into the giant throne room, he stood and gazed in wonder at his master.
-Well? What are you here for, 5669?
-Oh, yes, uh...I was out looking for workers of the operation, just like you said, when I was intercepted by a strange thing. He looked like a man, but he had this blue aura and he...
-What?
-He.. I don't know how to explain it. It was like how a DJ remixes music, but he did that to my brain...He could talk in my head. It was terrifying.  He had a message for you too.
-Okay, spit it out.
- He said that the people of the operation are his and that if you touch them he will make sure that you and your men go to the Abyss.
-Guards! This man has been compromised. Burn him.
-What?
Two strong guards grabbed the man and began to drag him away.
-It's nothing personal, 5669, it's just that you have been mentally compromised and we can no longer trust you. Good bye.

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