Tuesday, April 30, 2019

The King's Game: Chapter 1 – A Game of Death and Riches



Chapter 1 – A Game of Death and Riches
There’s a legend that’s existed since the time of the Egyptians. The last Pharaoh, King Ammon, was able to obtain the rarest riches in the world at the time because of his wisdom, beneficence, and skill as a ruler. When he died, he buried his riches with him, but he allowed people to inherit his treasures if they complete a series of seven games. If you lose, your soul is trapped with his in his tomb. Thousands of people have played this game throughout the centuries, but no one has heard of anyone winning.
Bernardo Briscola is an archeologist and gambler who is trying his hand in this game. Because of King Ammon, the country of Africa is a country of games with multiple cities and towns that center around gambling and games. He is going through Egypt that is a city much like Vegas. It is filled with bright lights, casinos, arcades, and sports stadiums. The only people that live here are ones that live to play. King Ammon’s tomb is here, however, its location is a secret that’s revealed only to those who go far in the King’s Game. The first place Jonas stops at is a museum that doubles as a place where people go to play all kinds of card games.
As Jonas searches for clues to the location of the tomb, a man with facial tattoos and an outfit that suggests he’s a researcher approaches him.
He says, “I know you, Bernardo. You couldn’t resist the challenge of the King’s Game, could you?”
“You must know a lot about me if you know what tempts me most. Who are you?”
“My name is Nicholas Rummy. I am a fellow researcher just like you. I’ve trained myself in all kinds of games in order to win the King’s Game.”
“Oh? Have you now?”
“I have. Do you know that the people who play the King’s Game start the game once they set their heart on winning it? These players of the game are bound by the game to meet up and challenge each other’s skill.”
“Are you suggesting we play a friendly game to test each other’s skill? There are a lot of places here to do that.”
“No, this is part of the King’s Game. This is the real deal. We play a game now and either your or my soul will be trapped in King Ammon’s tomb. I’m sorry to spring this on you, but this is how the game works.”
“There’s no need to apologize. The only thing I was worried about was playing a boring game. I came here to risk my life for the most valuable treasures in the world. This is what I wanted to happen.”
“That’s great because I’m here for the same reason.”
“What game are we going to play to decide the fate of our souls?”
“Cards of Fortune. Do you know how to play it?”
“I’ve heard of it, but can you give me a refresher on the rules?”
“Of course. You’ve seen those new games where people are put in a glass box as money flies around them and they’re supposed to catch as much as they can, right? Well, that’s how this game is played. We’re going into a box where dozens of cards will fly around us. We will then pull out five cards in ten seconds. All these cards have value with the number cards having their obvious value then the jack is eleven, a queen is twelve, a king is thirteen, the ace is fourteen, and the joker is fifteen. Whoever has the highest number at the end wins. Simple, is it not?”
“I get it. Let us play for the fate of our souls.”
“That’s what players of the King’s Game say. I’m glad you know it.”
“I have to know it in order to participate in the game. Is there anything I should know about you? I’d hate to think of my competitor as just an opponent.”
“Aren’t you thoughtful? I come from a long line of researchers and gamblers. None of which have attempted the King’s Game because we’ve been finding the best way to win it. I am going to fulfill my family’s dream by winning this game. I’m sorry that your soul will have to suffer in that Pharaoh’s tomb, but it will be for a short while because I will win the game this day.”
“I’m happy you’re being thoughtful of my soul. I was starting to think that you were just some selfish gambler.”
“Do I really give that as my first impression? I do apologize.”
“Don’t worry about it. I’ll be sure to make the time you spend in the tomb short too. It’s part of my goal to free the souls from King Ammon’s tomb.”
“Then I’m glad to be battling against a true man of honor.”
The two men smile and nod at each other before entering the box full of flying cards. After ten seconds, they bring their five cards out.
Nicholas is satisfied with what he has while Bernardo is calm.
“Let us see what cards we pulled out,” Nicholas says, “We’ll be showing each other the cards we have one at a time. I’ll go first. Three.”
“Two.”
“Five.”
“Seven.”
“Oh. You got the perfect number. I might be in trouble. Ten.”
“Queen.”
“Ace. Now, we’re heating things up with the bigger numbers.”
“King.”
“Joker. This is the rarest card to get and there’s only one when the cards fly. You need an Ace to win and those are rare to get as well. It was a pleasure playing with you. Show me what your final card is.”
Bernardo smirks then shows his final card.
“It just so happens to be a card named after one of my favorite songs. It’s the Ace of Spades. I win.”
Nicholas is shocked but happy at the same time. His body begins to turn into sand and fly out of the building.
“You won fair and square, Bernardo. Seeing the narrow margin that you won, you must be the one destined to win. It was an honor playing with you.”
Nicholas bows to Bernardo before completely disappearing. The people around Bernardo clap and cheer for his victory before going back to their games. Players who contend in the King’s Game in public is a normal occurrence in Egypt. Bernardo makes the sign of the cross then picks up Nicholas’ cards and returns them to the Cards of Fortune vendor. The vendor looks at the cards and gives Bernardo back the Ace of Spades.
“I think you’d want to keep this, my friend. It’s your winning card after all and I think it will help you in your journey.”
Bernardo looks at the card and turns it around to see the name of a bar and its location. He thanks the vendor then makes his way to the bar written on his card. This bar is a place where drinking games are primarily played along with pool, darts, and other normal games found in a bar. Bernardo sits at the counter and orders a glass of Italian red wine.
He keeps looking at his card while thinking in his head, “There’s no going back now. I told Nicholas I will win and that’s exactly what I’m going to do.”
A woman in a half dress sits at the counter next to Bernardo then says, “I see you like a gentleman’s drink.”
“Excuse me, waiter-”
“It’s kind of you to think of me, but no thank you. I don’t want a drink. I want to play a game. My name is Amanda Smith and I play for the fate of my soul.”
“My name is Bernardo Briscola What game do you want to play here? I must warn you. I’m a champion in pool, darts, and drinking.”
“This is nothing you can practice and become a champion in. We are going to play a game much like Russian Roulette. We stab a knife in increasingly fast sets of three until we make a visible mark on the table we are stabbing. Once that happens, you pick up a revolver and if it shoots out a pellet, you lose. Of course, these pellets might as well be bullets in our case.”
“It sounds like an interesting game. I accept, but before we play, may I know more about you?”
“You might as well since we have all the time in the world to complete this game. I’m looking to win this game because I knew so many people who competed in it and were never heard from again. I’m completing this game, not for the riches, but to free their souls. The riches can be dust for all I care.”
“How noble of you. I’m in this game to free the souls from the Pharaoh’s tomb as well.”
“But I’m going to be the one who’s going to win. Let’s go to the room next door to play.”
Bernardo follows Amanda to a room next to the bar that has people playing the game Amanda described. They sit down to play then get started.
While Bernardo tries not to make a mark on the table he’s stabbing, he says, “I see that you’ve chosen an appropriate dress that can distract lesser men in losing this game.”
“I need every advantage I can get to win. This means more to me than you think. If you were a real gentleman, then you would make me win.”
“I don’t think so, my lady. I think I have a better chance of winning than you do.”
As Bernardo says what he said, Amanda makes a mark on the table.
“You distracted me!”
“I didn’t do anything,” Bernardo says with a smug look on his face, “This may be what I wanted to happen, but I assure you, I’m not looking to play dirty.”
Amanda puts her revolver to her head and the gun clicks.
“You’re lucky I didn’t get an easy victory.”
“Shut up,” Amanda says as the game continues, “What makes you think you can do better than me?”
“It’s just confidence in my abilities. I have won dozens of games without any quirks aiding me unlike you, which is how I’m guessing you win most games.”
“What makes you think that?”
“Your dress first of all. The second thing is that you must’ve known I was a competitor in the King’s Game when I walked into the bar. You let me have my glass of alcohol, which could impair my ability to play especially in a game like this. Another thing is that you chose this game of chance that doesn’t require that much skill.”
“You may have me figured out, but I’m doing this for a good cause, so there’s nothing wrong in what I’m doing.”
“The way to Hell is paved with good intentions.”
Amanda marks the table again. She picks up the revolver again, but it doesn’t go off.
“You’re something else, Bernardo. You say that you’re not looking to play dirty, but you’ve been distracting me you hypocrite.”
“It takes one to know one. I say I want to help people and be an honest man but the games that I play put people at disadvantages and require a certain level of deception. I guess that’s just the nature of games at the end of the day. You play to make someone else lose.”
“Speaking about losing…”
Bernardo marks the table with his knife.
“This was eventually going to happen because of the nature of the game,” Bernardo says, “I either mark the table or cut one of my fingers. It’s what makes a game like this more about chance than skill.”
“Yeah, yeah just pull the trigger.”
Bernardo takes his revolver and it shoots out confetti.
Amanda laughs then says, “Confetti means that you’re almost to the pellet most of the time. Think of it as a way to celebrate my victory.”
“That’s if I mark the table again and if the pellet is in the next chamber.”
“Stop talking and concentrate on the game. How are you able to move the knife at that speed without marking the table or cutting yourself?”
“I’m calm, confident, and collected. The wine helped me a bit as well. You might as well call me Bishop because of how good I am at this game.”
“You seem to be as cold as an android.”
“I promise you that I’m going to win and free the souls of everyone in the Pharaoh’s tomb. You can count on me.”
Amanda cuts the table again.
“You’re not going to win! I have to win for everyone I lost!”
Amanda begins to tear up as she gets the revolver and pulls the trigger. A pellet shoots through her head that begins to turn into sand and blow away. Her shocked expression stays on her face as tears fall down her face.
“It’s okay, Amanda,” Bernardo says as she holds her fading hand, “You won’t have to worry for long.”
“You’re right…because I’m going to be with my friends and family…”
The sand Amanda fades into flies out of the windows of the bar. The people in the room cheer for Bernardo’s victory before going back to their games. Bernardo isn’t that happy about winning. Nevertheless, he gets up from the table, but something on the table catches his attention. The scratches the two made on the table have spelled out the next place that Bernardo has to do to. Another thing that’s spelled out is a message that seems to be from Amanda. It says, “Win for the people trapped by this cursed game”.
“I will, Amanda,” Bernardo says aloud. He then makes the sign of the cross before exiting the bar to go to the location of the next game.

Friday, April 26, 2019

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We all live in a horror story 
In this short book, Albert Oon, with the aid of his drawings, brings to light the horrors of the reality we live in. He details how these horrors are allowed to live in plain sight while also being pushed on people as if they are good things. After that, the cure to these horrors is talked about in an attempt to give hope to the hopeless.

Wednesday, April 17, 2019

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When the rain falls, death's bell tolls
Marcel and Louise are two estranged lovers who are meeting again in their small hometown of Barro after going off on their separate musical tours. As they try to put the past behind them, a strange kind of rain falls on them that melts certain people, attracts demons, and cuts off the town from the rest of the world. What is the cause of this rain and does it have to do with the town in any way?

Tuesday, April 16, 2019

Defining Children's Literature

Children's Literature and Folklore – Defining Children’s Literature

The one thing most people think of when they think of Children’s Literature is wholesome and harmless stories that teach lessons or at least keep children entertained. Books like Harry Potter, Goosebumps, and The Cat in the Hat are just some that come to mind. Stories like these are commonly accepted as being part of Children’s Literature, however, there are exceptions that make defining it more difficult. Horror stories for children can often be grotesque and violent and could even scare an adult. Comics and manga that are in their age range could involve violence as well along with sexually explicit characters and themes. This is also true in the fairy tales of old where children were allowed to read certain stories that adults read as well. There are even some parents out there who will make their children read sacred religious texts such as the Bible to instill in them lessons that adults find appropriate. With so many various kinds of Children’s Literature out there, how can we define it?
To start off with, Children’s Literature is a genre defined by adults and not children themselves, they only repeat what they are taught about it. The fairy tales of old that people today associate with children were stories primarily told for adults with children added in later. Stories such as Bluebeard, Little Red Riding Hood, and Donkeyskin by Charles Perrault are examples of classic fairy tales that aren’t primarily for children. Even stories meant for children like The Little Mermaid, The Red Shoes, and The Little Match Girl by Hans Christian Anderson are violent or at the very least disturbing. Fairy tales usually have a moral at the end to justify what happened in the story. These morals are usually what make the story suitable for children in the minds of the adults from before.
Using fear and violence in a story to teach a moral or lesson about reality isn’t a new or uncommon tactic by writers or people who market ideas. An article on violence and fear says, “fear and violence in folk and fairy tales have a legitimate reason to be prevalent in our increasingly violent and fearful culture. Exposing children to controlled violence in books allows for healthy discourse and provides a means to discuss fears and insecurities in the real world” (Boudinot). Learning lessons through fear is natural to humans so people replicate that through the stories they tell. This is a sort of safe way to teach children the harsh lessons of life without them having to experience similar events to the stories they read. One of the other genres used to instill fear in both children and adults is the political genre.
What modern political party doesn’t other the opposing side? What political party doesn’t speak of doom and gloom when it comes to not getting what they want? Political parties will play up their motives and goals so they can get support behind their party. Even if they don’t deliver everything they promise, they’ll remind the public what will happen if they go to the other side. What better group of people to instill loyalty in than children? Political books targeted to children involves them in a very adult situation that they probably don’t fully comprehend yet. There is not a single child who is interested in the current politics of today unless it is pushed on them by their elders. The parents of children will try to buy them colorful and interesting looking political books in the hopes that their child will not politically identify with the other side. Political books of the other side might also be boycotted and deemed not suitable for children. As an example, Thump: The First Bundred Days by Timothy Lim, Mark Pellegrini, and Brett Smith, was heavily criticized by a liberal media that wanted the book to disappear from existence because the Democratic Party views Trump as nothing but evil. Despite this, the book ended up selling well with four and a half star rating on Amazon from two-hundred and forty-three reviews. Politics isn’t the only adult topic that adults will push in Children’s Literature.
Religion is another major one, and how can you blame people? A person’s religion and who they consider God dictates their morality and view of how reality should work. It may not be that obvious because of how secular the world is now, but this is the reality of religion. Writers will write their religion into their stories if they don’t outright write explicitly religious stories. As an example, the popular series, The Lord of the Rings by J.R.R. Tolkien is a heavily Catholic-inspired story. One article notes that, “Tolkien’s deeply Catholic Christian sensibilities and beliefs certainly inform his writing as they did his fife. He mentions in another letter to an editor that the “Valar,” the angelic beings whose greater history lies behind that of the novels’ Middle-earth, are “beings of the same order of beauty, power, and majesty as the ‘gods’ of higher mythology, which can yet be accepted by a mind that believes in the Blessed Trinity” (Munro, 2). These religious themes and morals in Children’s Literature suggest that children are able to learn deep lessons about the nature of morality and religion even if it is just the basics.
Children are taught about religion and the nature of morality at an early age if they grow up in a devoutly Catholic family. It is a teaching of the Catholic Church that the age of reason is about the age of seven. When a child is this age, they are able to make drastic decisions that may even corrupt and damn their soul to Hell if they aren’t careful. The Virgin Mary, known for her mercy and love, came to three children at Fatima, Portugal and showed them the suffering souls of Hell so they could be motivated to make sacrifices for sinners for their salvation. Here we see a gentle but powerful figure in Catholicism using fear and what could be considered for adults to children. If someone like the loving Virgin Mary would show literal Hell to children, then what’s stopping writers from writing similarly terrifying imagery into Children’s Literature?
As a Catholic writer, I have delved into writing stories for all audiences, which includes children. Some of the stories I’ve written such as A Sacrifice for the Family is considered appropriate for young children despite the main idea of the story being the tradition of sacrificing the third child in the family for the success and happiness of the family. The cover shows off the hill on which the third child is brought to with a river of blood flowing from the top with countless graves scattered around the hill, and yet, it is considered okay because there is little violence in the story. Of course, this story could be considered more for young adults, but both sections are close to one another at the local bookstore, so who’s to say a young child won’t pick up the story anyway? Children are naturally curious and drawn to things that look interesting.
Some of the stories I write are inspired by children’s fiction such as the old fairy tales, but stories like Immortalized in Death is considered for adults because of the high levels of violence and disturbing imagery. On the other hand, the story From Hatred to Love is considered okay for children even though it’s a story with two adults. From what I can tell, it doesn’t matter if the story stars a child or an adult as its main character. I’ve talked to a few of my readers on this topic and they’ve told me that as long as there isn’t too much violence and nothing explicitly sexual in the story then it’s okay for children. This is one general way of defining Children’s Literature that I found to be most common, however, there are exceptions to be found outside of America.
Japanese manga and anime are notorious for its sexual and violent content even in the things that children consume. Series like Dragonball, Pokémon, Sailor Moon, and Yu-Gi-Oh are popular among children especially when they first came out. Dragonball is known for its high-intensity levels of violence and sometimes crude humor with Goku using his penis as a fishing rod in one of the first volumes. Even though the Pokémon series is made for children, it still has dark elements such as Pokémon that steal children (Drifloon), Pokémon that are the spirits of children who died in the forest (Phantump), and a Pokémon that sings joyfully as it devours its prey (Gourgeist). In terms of sexual content, Sailor Moon has sixteen-year-old girls dress in miniskirts and transform by being naked and enwrapped in light. This could be chalked up to the age of consent being sixteen in Japan, but the country has vending machines that sell used panties and shops that sell sexual products in plain sight, so there’s that as well. Japan and what they show to children might just be their way of defining what is appropriate for children. It could also be a refusal to go along with updated standards or an unwillingness to change because they don’t see a problem with what they currently put out.
In order to properly define Children’s Literature, this paper has gone over several examples that should give a proper definition. From fairy tales, Children’s Literature can have violence and be scary as long as it teaches a lesson. From the political genre, it depends on who’s politics are being taught. From the religious genre, children are taught by what the religion’s God dictates they can learn. From my experience as an author, it’s whatever adults or writer’s themselves dictate. From current Western modern standards, it has to have low levels of violence and little to no sexual reference or content, but on the Eastern side, it can be almost anything except for the most violent and sexual stories.
Taken all together Children’s Literature is defined as whatever the governing literature body of adults say it is. For a more consistent definition, Children’s Literature is a genre consisting of various genres that can have lots or no violence at all. It may have sexual themes, hint at them, or pass over them entirely. Current and past political ideas can be expressed as well as religious ones whether they’d be on the surface of the book or in-between the lines. The most consistent thing is that Children’s Literature is entertaining and a genre that teaches lessons, however, if we put all of this together, what truly separates Children’s Literature from adult stories if the only thing that separates it is a thin movable line that stops high levels of sexual themes and violence? Children may never have a genre that’s completely consistent, but one thing is for certain. Children will be taught and shown what adults or rather older children deem good for them.


Works Cited

Boudinot, David. “Violence and Fear in Folktales.” The Looking
Glass: New Perspectives on Children's Literature, 2005, www.lib.latrobe.edu.au/ojs/index.php/tlg/article/view/31/35.

Munro, Rebecca. “The Art of The Lord of the Rings: A Defense of the Aesthetic.” Religion & the Arts, vol. 18, no. 5, Dec. 2014, EBSCOhost, doi:10.1163/15685292-01805002. 

Monday, April 15, 2019

Spring Showers, Death's Hour: Chapter 3 – A Man’s Hate Determines His Fate

Chapter 3 – A Man’s Hate Determines His Fate
Marcel and Louise head over to the public library. Marcel asks the librarian about recent stories of drama within the town and he is given several articles. After looking through the articles for two hours, Marcel finds a recent article that details something that he thinks could relate to the strange rain.
He whispers, “Louise, I think I’ve found the reason behind the rain.”
“Do tell.”
“An ex-criminal by the name of Umberto came to Barro to start his life over again. He was in jail for murder, theft, property damage, and such and was well known for his crimes. Because of that, the people here didn’t welcome him. He tried to show that he was a changed man through acts of charity and community service, but the town still hated him. After a while, he became depressed, and killed himself.”
“Okay, so? What if a notorious criminal kills himself?”
“Because everyone deserves a second chance especially if they actively pursue it. What accomplishment is it of you to just love the people that love you? This was a tragedy and it isn’t the only one. There are other stories of people who came here seeking help and were turned down. Some people became violent, some committed suicide, and others left the town to complain about to others as a result. The people we know are only nice to us because they know us. They aren’t so nice to outsiders especially if they have a muddled history.”
“I still don’t see the point. Are you saying that God is punishing the town because they aren’t so kind to criminals?”
“Yes, and I know why you don’t see the point. Remember when I talked about being personal with people?”
“Not this again.”
“When you talk to people and get to know them personally, you see that everyone has problems and flaws that they need to get over. No one is perfect.”
“I know that.”
“But you need to be reminded of it. I know I need to be every now and then because the most horrible sinners out there make me forget that they’re also people with problems who need help.”
“Don’t tell me that you sympathize with these people.”
“How could I not sympathize with people who were turned down after looking for help? Stop being so impersonal and think about this for a second.”
“I’m not being impersonal, and I am thinking! I just can’t easily forgive people who commit the worst crimes.”
“Then what makes you think you’ll be forgiven if you can’t forgive others?”
“Ugh. I can’t deal with this. You’re saying that this town is suffering from demons and this strange rain because they didn’t help others even though they were notorious criminals?”
“Yes.”
“Sure. Whatever.”
“Where are you going, Louise?”
“Back to the motel. I’m leaving Barro.”
“Why?”
“Because there’s no good reason behind the rain nor is there a solution to it. I’m just going to leave and hope the situation solves itself.”
“You can’t do that! We have to help somehow.”
“You can do that yourself in vain.”
“Don’t leave me like this again, Louise.”
“Why not? I became famous and entertained and helped dozens of people when I did last time. You can come if you want. You can do so much more if you-”
The sound of heavy rain pounds the windows of the library, which catches their ears.
“It’s raining again? Why?”
A large bolt of lightning strikes the library and breaks the ceiling sending debris everywhere. Demons start going into the library to hunt for their prey.
“Louise!”
“Marcel!”
The two are separated in the panic and confusion as more lightning bolts hit the library as if it were a lightning rod. When Marcel is out of the library, he looks around for Louise, but can’t manage to find her.
“Louise!”
Demons are melting people in the panic, so Marcel distances himself from the library while also keeping an eye out for Louise. He thinks he sees her in the distance running with people, so he chases after her. When he gets to the group of people, he sees a person that looks like Louise but isn’t. He continues to run around while calling out for her. Lightning bolts strike various houses and buildings throughout the town as more and more demons enter into the town via the people who are melted by the rain.
Marcel finds two people are surrounded by demons not wanting them to die, he throws dirt at the demons to get their attention. They chase him until he is surrounded.
“Get away from him!” a familiar voice says in the distance.
Louise runs over to Marcel and covers him with her body before the demons spit at him.
“Louise!”
Even though Louise is hit, the demons are the ones that melt.
“I’m sorry, Marcel. I love you.”
“Louise…you’re okay.”
“What?”
She feels herself and notices that she isn’t melting.
“It’s because you committed an act of true love, which the demons can’t stand.”
“I just…”
Marcel kisses Louise and this stops the rain from touching them. When they stop kissing, the rain continues to fall on them.
Marcel’s attention then snaps to the people in need. He says, “We have to help everyone. Look! The demons are chasing after them.”
“But how? I saw your guitar get destroyed by the rubble.”
“It doesn’t mean that my singing isn’t bad. Do you remember the one time I sang outside your house?”
“Don’t remind me,” Louise says with a little giggle.
“Then let’s give these demons a little song to get stuck in their heads.”
“Which one?”
After telling her which song to sing, they sing it together. They irritate the demons and even the weather with their song. A barrier seems to be made from the song that repels attack demons, the rain, and even bolts of lightning from harming them. Once their song is over, the rain and lightning stop and the demons dissipate, but the sky is still cloudy.
“That’s strange,” Marcel says, “Things must be getting worse if the clouds are still in the sky. We should get to the diner to see if anyone made it to safety.”
“Okay.”
When the two get to the diner, they see it more destroyed than it was before with no one there.
“Oh no…” Marcel says as he rubs his face in disbelief.
“Maybe everyone went somewhere else. I’m sure a church is safer than a diner when it comes to protection against demons.”
“Maybe, but then again, a church is only as holy as the people within it.”
“Oh…that’s right.”
Marcel and Louise look around them as they think about what to do next. The town has been severely damaged by the heavy thunderstorm with buildings and homes damaged along with the streets, cars, gardens, and trees. It’s as if a tornado passed through the area especially with all the trash and debris scattered on the ground along with the bits of clothes that suggest the deaths of many people.
“I’m thinking we should visit the graves of the people who Barro hated,” Marcel suggests, “A town wouldn’t be punished unless some kind of justice needed to be dealt. I’m thinking we should visit the graves and ask the souls of the people who were wronged what they want.”
“Okay. It’s better than what I’m thinking about.”
“What are you thinking about?”
“Nothing. I want to leave this place and just remember it as some nightmare, but you want to save the town I have to stay with you.”
“Are you sure you want to come with me?”
“Of course I do. I love you after all.”
Marcel and Louis kiss before smiling at one another.
“When this is over, do you want to give the country a taste of our music?”
“I do. It doesn’t matter if we’re on the big stage or a bar stage. I’ll be with you through it all.”
“Let’s get this over with then.”

Friday, April 12, 2019

Spring Showers, Death's Hour: Chapter 2 – Man’s Sin, Devil’s Grin

Chapter 2 – Man’s Sin, Devil’s Grin
Seeing as how the melting man knew about the weird effects of the rain, Marcel and Louise go back to the diner to talk to the other townsfolk about it. When they arrive, everyone cheers and gathers around them to tell them how thankful they are that they’re alive.
Marcel quiets everyone by saying, “Okay, okay. Stop! What’s going on around here? I don’t remember the home that I grew up in having strange rain and demons.”
Fitz steps forward, and says, “This happened when this spring started. We’re just figuring it out like you are.”
“Why do some people melt, and others just feel cold?”
“We think it has to do with the state of your soul. Have you gone to confession recently?”
Marcel and Louise both say yes.
“The guy that we saw melt did cry out for God’s forgiveness,” Marcel adds.
“Yeah. That’s what usually happens to people when they’re in a state of mortal sin from what we can tell.”
“What about the road outside the town? It’s gone!”
“It’s back if you look again. It disappears when the rain comes.”
“Do you know what caused this rain in the first place?”
Everyone in the diner starts to sit down now and go back to their usual business.
“No one in town has any idea. It just sort of happened one day without warning or explanation.”
“Why didn’t you tell us about this when we left?”
“Talking about it to people who don’t know about it seem to attract demons to our location. They usually don’t bother people who are inside, but they do if we talk about the rain to newcomers. It’s one of the ways they trap their prey. Please understand that we were just looking out for the people in here.”
“At the cost of our lives?”
“I know you’re both good people. There wasn’t a doubt in my mind that you would survive.”
Louise says, “Maybe something or someone has a grudge against the town?”
“I don’t see why they would. Our town usually welcomes newcomers.”
“When Marcel and I were holding hands, we felt warmer and the demons didn’t touch us. Is there a reason for that?”
“They seem to want to separate people who truly love each other. That’s how they usually get to people.”
“I’m going to go home. I need to process this.”
“Why don’t we go back to my place like how we were going to?” Marcel asks.
“Sure.”
“One more thing you should know is that the rain always comes for only one hour every day. We call it Death’s Hour.”
“How appropriate.”
“You can come here any time it rains. It’s usually safe. Anyway, it was good seeing you two again.”
Marcel and Louise give Fitz an uneasy smile before leaving. Marcel checks his car one more time since the rain has stopped and it works. He drives Louise to his house. When they get inside, they rest in the living room.
Louise says, “I wonder how my escort is doing. They’re supposed to be at the motel.”
“How long are you going to stay in town?”
“I was going to stay for a few days, but I might just leave now.”
“Leave? How could you leave your home when it’s in this situation?”
“What do you want me to do? I’m not an exorcist or an angel who can fight demons.”
“We have to do something. The demons don’t seem to like love, so what if we play music together.”
“Play music together? Why would that do anything?”
“Because two people who love each other playing music together is one of the greatest signs of love and harmony.”
“Wait. What makes you think I still love you?”
“The warmth from your hands and the look in your eyes when you were doing so told me as much even though you didn’t say anything.”
“Tch.”
“I know you want to do something to help the town. The rain is already strange as it is. Why can’t music solve this?”
“It sounds like a fantasy story, but sure, I guess there’s no harm in trying.”
“Good. Now, let’s practice together.”
“I’m not sure about this. We tried this so many times and failed.”
“Then let’s start with sounds we know. That’ll be easy or easier than coming up with our own songs.”
“Okay.”
Marcel and Louise sing and make music together for hours for the rest of the day. During which, they attract a crowd around Marcel’s house.
“What do you think, Louise? Should we give them a free performance?”
“I’m not cheap, so let’s do it.”
The duo performs for the cheering crowd for a short while. Both Marcel and Louise do their own solo performances as well to show off their individual skills. After which, some of the people try giving them tips for their performance, but they decline. They sit and relax inside Marcel’s house while eating dinner.
“That was fun, wasn’t it?” Marcel asks.
“It was.”
“We were natural working together. It’s like we knew each other’s rhythm despite all the time that’s past.”
“I should probably get back to my motel. My escorts are probably worried sick about me.”
“They probably already heard that you are here. You know how fast news travels in town. How about you stay here for today?”
“Are you honestly trying to get me to sleep with you?”
“No, no, no. I would never sleep with a woman who wasn’t my wife. You can sleep in my bed while I sleep on the couch.”
“Why do you want me to stay?”
“Because we don’t know when it’s going to rain tomorrow. Fitz says it rains for a single hour during the day, but he never said exactly what time, so we don’t know if it’ll rain in the morning, afternoon, or night. Trust me. It’ll be safer if you stay here.”
“You have a point. Okay, I’ll stay, but no funny business.”
“You’ve been over my house enough times to know me better by now.”
“I thought I knew you before we went separate ways.”
“Really? Because from the way you’ve been acting makes it seem like you still know me.”
“Hmph. I’m going to bed.”
“Goodnight.”
“Sweet dreams.”
Marcel and Louise go to sleep for the night before waking up peacefully the next morning. Marcel already has breakfast made for Louise before she gets up.
She sits down with an impressed look on her face before saying, “How did you know that I wanted pancakes for breakfast?”
“You’ve always wanted pancakes for breakfast even when we had pancakes the day before. It was a habit that you were never able to break.”
“I broke it when I was out on tour.”
“But I’m sure you’ve wanted it ever since. I can tell because of how fast you’re eating.”
“I told you-mhm-I broke it.”
“Sure. You look cute with your mouth full.”
“I always look cute, so shut it. What are we going to do today?”
“I thought about going back to the diner. That’s where everyone seems to gather, so I thought we can help them in our way.”
“Sounds good. You haven’t touched your food yet. Aren’t you going to eat?”
“Nothing has changed in you.”
“Huh? Oh. Psh!”
After breakfast, Marcel and Louise head over to the diner, but as they head over, clouds begin to form in the sky. As they hurry along, they see a woman who isn’t reacting to the rain as she tries to fix her car.
Thinking that this person is a newcomer, Marcel says, “Hurry! Get inside!”
“Why? It’s just going to rain.”
A demon climbs over a house and spits a green liquid at the woman. She melts into a puddle without really knowing what is happening to her.
“Did something wet me? What’s happening? Am I melting…” the woman says as she melts into a puddle of water.
The demon laughs then crawls away.
“Damn thing really does come out to prey on unsuspecting people,” Marcel says as he picks up a rock and throws it over the house.
“We better run even faster to the diner then.”
“Right.”
Marcel ad Louise arrive at the diner to see the same amount of people there as they did yesterday.
Fitz approaches them, and says, “It’s good to see you again and you’re just in time too. I see you have your guitar with you, Marcel. Are you going to perform for us?”
“Yeah, free of charge. I want to see if music will protect the diner better.”
“I’ve heard of church music keeping away demons, but not this. Let’s see what will happen.”
Marcel and Louise play their music much to the joy of the customers and workers in the diner. Demons start appearing and scream at the building as they circle it. They cut off the power then begin scratching and spitting their acidic liquids at the windows and walls, which scares the people in the diner.
Seeing this, Marcel says, “Come on everyone! Dance and sing with us!”
Some of the people do as Marcel says while others hide. The areas that people hide in are the ones that are broken into resulting in their melting and the demons entering in. They walk around the dancing and singing people while screaming out at them while whispering temptations and their possible deaths, but they don’t touch them. Marcel and Louise continue to sing and play their music against the demons until the sun eventually shines and melts the demons away. As a result of the two, people have died, and the once prestigious diner is now wrecked. There is no applause after their performance. Instead, there is this uneasy atmosphere despite the shinning afternoon sun.
“Fitz, it works,” Marcel says.
“But at what cost?”
“We didn’t let the demons in. The faithless people who weren’t with us did, so we know what attracts them.”
“But we still don’t know why they’re here or how we could get rid of them. Don’t come back here to play your music.”
“Fitz, I…”
“I don’t want to hear it. I don’t want to see you right now. Please.”
Marcel and Louise quietly leave the diner as everyone else begins to clean up.
“I don’t think we’re welcome here anymore,” Louise says, “What were you thinking?!”
“I was trying to find a solution to this situation, and now I know what to look for.”
“And what’s that?”
“We need to find out what makes this town so faithless that the demons decided to attack it.”
“This town isn’t faithless. There are four churches here that are constantly attended by good people.”
“You shouldn’t judge people as good as much as you judge them as evil. In fact, it's probably worse. Come on. Let’s get to the library.”
“Fine. I really hope you know what you’re doing.”