Rebirth of the Extraordinary: Sin's Rebirth Chapter 4 - Good in Name Alone

Chapter 4 – Good in Name Alone

After walking miles without food or water, like always, Urban finally arrives at his next destination. It’s a town constructed with plated metal. Various religious symbols and statues decorate the town and give off an old gothic feel that hasn’t been felt in centuries. The people here are dressed in robes. There are some people who publicly pray in the streets by themselves while some hold each other’s hand and pray together. Despite the town’s size, there are two large churches that take up most of it.

A woman approaches Urban and says, “You look absolutely famished! Is there anything I can do for you?”

“Yeah,” he responds, “Stop talking and give me something to drink and eat.”

“Of course!”

The woman gives Urban food and drink.

After being replenished, he says, “I’m sorry for being so blunt with you.”

“It’s not your fault,” she responds, “It’s my fault for not giving you what you obviously wanted. I have to get back to my duties. God bless you!”

The people here obviously are highly religious, and it seems that they worship the true God rather than false ones. Urban heads to the nearest church.

“God has blessed us today!” a priest says as Urban enters the church. “Are you really the legendary Urban, the Wrath of God?”

“Yes. Where is your high priest?”

“He’s in the back preparing for the next mass. Let me lead you to him.”

When the high priest sees Urban, he gets up from his chair and bows his head. He says, “God has answered my prayers! Urban the Second, the Wrath of God, in my presence. How are you doing, brother?”

“I’m doing well. How are things around here, father?”

“Things are doing great. We’ve been gathering more and more souls to praise and worship God. Our town has been expanding over the years thanks to God’s graces.”

“I’m surprised to find so many people here worshipping the true God.”

“It’s because we have pieces of Scripture. We were given them by an angel to recite to the congregation.”

“Scripture?”

“The angel said that it was called the Bible many centuries ago. It’s been lost and resurfaced in our hands.”

“Let me see the pieces you have. I’ve yet to read the Sacred Scriptures for myself and have only heard bits and pieces of it.”

“It will be my honor.”

The high priest shows Urban the pieces of Scripture given to him. He goes over them and God gives him the knowledge to know that these pieces of Scripture are authentic.

“These are truly verses and pieces of Scripture.”

“I am overjoyed! Do you wish to stay for mass? We’ll be telling everyone who attends all the lessons that were handed down to us.”

“Yes, I have to make sure you are practicing the mass in the right way.”

“Thank you so much! My alter servants will dress up the church a little more for this special occasion. Go relax in town for now. See the many wonderful things the faithful have created.”

Urban takes a walk around the town while looking for something interesting to do. The only thing interesting about this town that separates it from the rest of the settlements Urban has been to is the lack of obvious sin. The people here appear to be honest, hard-working, good people who are faithful to God, but he’s learned not to completely trust people until he’s seen them practice what they preach.

The first place he looks for is a place to rest. A particular place of interest catches his attention. It’s a massage therapy place with a very tranquil feeling to it.

A woman outside the building says, “You’re Urban the Second, aren’t you?”

“Everyone around here knows me it seems.”

“You’re a legend! Do you want a free massage? We’ll give it to you for free.”

Inside the building, Urban is taken to the men’s massaging area in a backyard garden. This garden is filled with various fresh smelling flowers and other people who are receiving massages by women who aren’t dressed very decently.

“Why the women dressed like this?” he asks the attendant.

“They help relieve the stress of men and the women find it easier to please them like this.”

“Make them dress better. Cover them up. You’re making this place look like a brothel.”

“But it isn’t! We don’t do any sexual massages here.”

“It doesn’t matter. This can lead a man to tempting thoughts and a near occasion of sin both of which are harmful to the soul.”

“What makes you think this will lead to sin?”

“Because I’m resisting the temptations right now. Please, cover them.”

The women are given clothes, so they are dressed better and the men in the women’s section are given better clothes as well much to the disappointment of everyone including part of Urban’s mind. After that, he is given a normal massage that relieves some of the pent-up stress and tiredness from his body. Another section of the building catches his attention. He sees people doing weird stretches and poses.

“What are they doing?” he asks the attendant.

“They are doing various forms of exercise. Do you exercise at all?”

“If I’m not walking for miles, I’m fighting. Does that count?”

“It does.”

“Where did they learn these poses and forms?”

“An angel taught us them.”

“An angel?”

“Yes. He told us that if we did these exercises then we could feel closer to the world and to God.”

“Stop them.”

“What? Why?”

“Because these exercises weren’t given to you by an angel. They were given to you by a demon. An angel would help you spiritually get closer to God that involves mental exercise rather than physical. Stop the exercises.”

After removing the harmful practices from the massage therapy, Urban walks through town to find more practices to fix. A teacher, who is on his break, sees him.

The teacher catches up to Urban and says, “Excuse me, Urban the Second.”

“Can I help you with something?”

“Yes, if you’ll grant it. Please, come to the school I work at. I’m sure you can bestow the knowledge God has given you upon my students.”

“I’ll tell them what I know, but I’m not the smartest in terms of advanced theology. I do know of other people that can teach and who know more than I.”

“Still, I’m sure you can teach them something useful.”

“Alright. I’ll grant your request.”

“Thank you so much!”

Urban goes to the nearby school and enters the teacher’s classroom.

He begins to teach the kids what he knows, “I’ll start with the hard lessons to give you a warm-up in no particular order. Most of these you should already know. I’ll take questions after then maybe tell you a few things you might not actually know. Only God is good, but we can become good like Him too if we follow him faithfully. Even if you follow Him faithfully, you can still be weakened by sin and you’ll have to enter a fiery dimension called Purgatory to be purified before entering Heaven. God is a singular being with three distinct persons; Father, Son, and Spirit. The Church that God has founded infallibly teaches dogma and is incapable of falling into error. My predecessors, my successors, and I can infallibly teach new practices as long as I’m speaking in terms of faith and morals and when I’m in complete unity with God. Mortal sins such as; murder, sexual immorality, theft, and such can cut you off from the grace of salvation. To be saved, you must; be born again of spirit and water, always be devoted to God and never stray from His ways, confess your sins to a priest once or every other week, receive the body and blood of God through bread and wine. Being confirmed into the Church is also important. If you want to know what the marks of the Church are, they are these; one, holy, catholic, and apostolic. Finally, the greatest commandments God has given us are to love God above all and love your neighbor as yourself. These are the basics you should know to be saved. I think I might’ve been a bit too general and didn’t explain certain things as well as they should. There are a couple things I forgot to mention as well. Any questions?”

Everyone raises their hands and ask basic questions. Most of them don’t know the basics of the one true faith nor did they ever think of the things Urban told them. He goes over dogma and explains them to the students for hours. Even after so much time passes, they still don’t seem to understand him. He tells them to seek certain teachers that he knows of before he leaves.

It is almost time for mass so Urban hurries back to the church. He hopes that the priests know better than the students, but it doesn’t appear to be so. At mass, the high priest preaches about; predestination, evolving truth, becoming exactly like God, not needing to pray for the dead, and various other heresies.

Urban steps up to the altar in a fit of righteous rage and says, “Stop! You are teaching these people heresies that will condemn their souls to Hell!”

“What are you talking about? These were taught to us by the Sacred Scriptures and angels.”

“These are false teachings. Let me tell you what is right.”

“You have no authority over us. Only God does.”

“Are you sure you are defining God as yourself?”

“How dare you! You’re the false teacher here!”

Guards and other people in the church begin attacking Urban, which forces him to defend himself. His punches tear through crowds of people as if he were punching through thin sheets of paper. This means that these people had knowledge of the truth and decided to embrace their version of the truth rather than the actual one. The entire town then begins to attack him, even the children. They attack him with handmade weapons like swords, spears, and arrows, but they are nothing compared to the strength given to him by God.

This is the first time in a while that Urban has felt any kind of regret in killing sinful people. He silently prays that this regret is lifted from him while fighting. The town is torn apart by Urban in a matter of minutes. Bodies turn apart like simple dolls liter the ground and some of the rooftops. Some of the gothic architecture is destroyed as well because Urban used them as ranged weapons. Statues of angels and various holy men and women stand on the blood and bodies of the dead looking down on them as if they had murdered them themselves. He looks back at his work and doesn’t regret anything now. Still, he blesses the ground and prays for the souls of the deceased, but his prayers are stopped by a sudden change in weather. The sky has turned red and blood begins to rain from the clouds.

A voice in the sky says, “Even in a town that worships God, not one of them is worthy of salvation.”

Demons then begin to emerge from the ground and collect the souls of the damned. Since this is God’s will, Urban ignores the screams for help from the damned, and walks away from the town.

Growing Up Late Chapter 2 - Hunter and the Hunter

Chapter 2 – Hunter and the Hunter

“Where did you make the next exit?” Zita asks with a dry voice.

“Just go through that door,” the hand says as it points towards it.

Zita smiles a bit as she remembers what’s behind the door. A spark in her mind wakes her conscience up and makes her think that what she loves to do might be wrong.

“You know what’s behind that door,” the hand says, “Your vices will destroy you if you don’t let go of that destructive force within yourself.”

“I…I don’t know if I can…but I have to try, right?”

“You have to not only try but accomplish it. There must be no hesitation in your decision or else you will die.”

Zita has never had so much pressure on her. Her body still doesn’t feel the same after the two painful deaths she suffered. She can feel a change happening in her mind and body.

“What you’re feeling is change. It feels painful, but it is good for you,” the hand notes as it notices her pain.

“I hope so. If I have to go through these challenges, then I will.”

Zita opens the door and ends up in a park with the sun setting. The gates around the park are locked and the edges of the fences are sharp and could cut anything that touches it.

“You remember this park, don’t you?” the echoing voice of the hand asks.

“I do. It was a fun place to be in.”

“But you never used the park as most people use it.”

“I did. I met people here. Tons of boys that wanted to be my friend.”

“You did more than become friends with them. Even though the sun is setting, it will soon rise up again. Stay alive until then.”

Zita quickly looks for a hiding spot and places in the dark to stay.

“What? No quip about your video games?”

“Huh? Oh uh…I don’t have one right now.”

After looking around, Zita finds a spot to hide in. It’s a small hollow out hump that people like to climb and sit on. It’s covered by trees and there is a little scattering of boulders and rocks nearby that are left there from the park’s construction. The deafening silence sets in as Zita hides within the lump and waits. An hour seemingly passes before a murder of crows is disturbed. They fly into the sky and away from whatever spooked them. Looking deeper into the darkness, she sees her monster creeping through it. It moves quietly despite its large size though it doesn’t appear to know where Zita is, for now.

Even though she isn’t in any immediate danger, Zita’s heart starts beating fast and her monster appears to pick up on it. Seeing that it’s reacting to her heart, she calms down by thinking in jokes. She reminds herself of the small good times she had playing games, which had her in similar situations to this, but not as deadly of course. Her efforts rewarded her with dozens of “friends” because of her simple ability to play video games and react to them in front of a camera.

She then began to think to herself, “That is a pretty shallow thing to do that most people try on the internet nowadays to become famous and rich. I’m not as special as I think I am for doing the same thing they are. Maybe there’s something more I can do with the talents I have. Maybe I can get new ones that’ll do more for people.”

After thinking for a bit, Zita notices that it’s getting brighter outside. The thought then hits her that she survived the last challenge by not messing around and dedicating herself to changing, so she continues thinking.

“My parents were very smart people and saved up money until they could live on it without having to work for the rest of their lives. They even saved up enough for me to live on their inheritance for the rest of my life as well. I can do things with the money I have and not worry too much about failing once or twice. They were really good parents, but…do I really want to give up this life? Everything that I love in it. Everything that makes me happy. Everything that gives me…pleasure…”

A small shriek is made from the darkness. A horde of five childlike creatures emerge from the trees. They have blank faces and parts of their flesh missing like a jigsaw puzzle. Something about these creatures stirs a part of Zita. She starts to feel hot and she starts to rub her arms. This feeling gets so extreme until she feels like she wants to touch herself more sexually. Zita resists until she lets the feeling overwhelm her. This is when her monster and the creatures know where she is.

Unfortunately, Zita is trapped within her lust and has to fight for control over herself. It isn’t until the monsters are right on top of her until she’s able to run away. She regrets giving herself up to her temptations as she runs through scattered rocks. Her monster crashes through what’s ever in its way while the children leap all around her, trying to find an opening to attack her from. Eventually, she runs out of cover and a child manages to cut off her right leg with one swipe. Time begins to move slowly as the rest of her limbs are cut off by the creatures.

“What did I do to deserve this? Am I really as good as parents always said I was?”

The creatures then tear out her eyes then her jaw along with all of her teeth. Her breasts are torn out as well with her ears and nose while the rest of her body is cut at until she is nothing more than a bloody mess that looks more like a pig than human. Despite her injuries, she’s still clinging to life and the sun is still trying to rise, so there’s still a chance that she might win.

“I regret what I did. I see why it’s wrong now. I’ll give it up not because I want the pain to end, but because it’s the right thing to do.”

The sun then begins to rapidly rise as her monster stands over her. It picks her up and tears her body in two just as the sun takes its place in the sky. Zita wakes back up in her room.

The hand says, “Because of what you said, you passed your challenge just barely. Congratulations.”

Zita gets on her knees and bows before the hand.

“I’m sorry for everything I’ve done! Even though I don’t think I can bring myself to get rid of my vices, please give me the strength to do so.”

“That will be done. Because you have shown humility, you will no longer be killed as long as you continue showing it. Now go into that room and release him.”

“Okay.”

Zita enters the bedroom next to hers to release the young boy she has captive. The boy is a fan of hers who she managed to meet up with. She usually tries to meet her young fans that are boys to have sex with them. This boy, in particular, told his parents that he would be away for a while with his friends. Zita’s been using him as her personal sex doll for almost a week now. There were some boys that stayed for entire summers tied up and under Zita’s control because they were captured by her degenerate influence.

She unchains the boy and gives him back his clothes and what he came with.

“What is it, Zita? You seem stressed. Are we going to go out together?”

“No, you’re going to have to go.”

“Why? Am I boring you? Maybe there’s something I can do to change your mind.”

The boy tries touching Zita inappropriately, but she smacks his hand away.

“No! I’m sorry I did this to you. It was wrong of me to do this to you and so many other young boys.”

“But I liked it and I thought you did too.”

“I did, but that’s changed, and you should too. You shouldn’t let people take advantage of you like this. You’re a smart boy who should be doing more with his life than just looking for sex.”

“Oh…well. Um…”

“Go home to your parents and live a better life.”

“Okay. Will I ever see you again?”

“You shouldn’t, but if you do, I’m not going to be the same.”

“Alright…well. Goodbye then.”

The young boy hugs Zita, takes his stuff, then leaves the apartment. Zita walks up to the door and tries opening it but finds that it is locked again as it only let out the boy.

The hand says to her, “Do you really believe the reason why you are wrong?”

“Not really. Every boy I was with consented to me.”

“Not every boy consented to you. You aren’t even allowed to have sex until you are wedded. There’s a man about your age a couple rooms down that you make small talk to. He’s interested in you, but you’ve barely given him any attention. Are you so sick that only boys thirty years younger than you are the only kind that interest you?”

Zita looks into a mirror to see that she almost looks her exact age.

“But I made them feel happier, didn’t I? I’ve had so many boys tell me how happy they were when they were with me. I’ve made so many friends because of it.”

“You still have a lot of change to go through.”

Zita sighs then says, “Then change me. I'm ready.”

Growing Up Late Chapter 1 - Old in Age but Young in Mind

Chapter 1 – Old in Age but Young in Mind

Most people wish they could live forever the way they did when they were children. Zita was spoiled as a child even as an adult. When she did bad in school, her parents took her out of it permanently and taught her how to live by themselves. They gave her everything she wanted and more. Her parents were her only friends for most of her life until they died when she was thirty-five years old. She inherited their great wealth and did whatever she wanted.

Inspired by the internet, she played video games, reviewed anime and manga, and generally acted like your average attention whore on the web. To get even more attention, she intentionally put naked pictures of herself across the internet. In addition, she played and reviewed hentai video games, and recorded doing lewd things and put all of this on pornographic websites. All of this gave her the attention she wanted. She felt loved and important. She thought that as long as she did whatever her audience wanted, she would be happy forever.

Zita is forty-years-old now, but still dresses and looks like she’s in her early twenties. With her dressing style and makeup, she hides her age. Even though she’s a bit chubby because she never leaves her apartment, her fans like her because she’s “thicc” and that’s enough for her not to worry about her health. She even uses to entice people to make them think she likes wearing tight clothes even though it’s a bit uncomfortable. Her apartment is mostly a mess hidden by the few clean spots in it that she shows on camera. The rooms with her collections of comics, video games, anime, and movies are all spotless along with the room that she sleeps in that contain her figures. The apartment room smells like a weird mixture of candy and perfume to coat the stink of an unclean room.

Today is a strange day for her. Her front door is locked along with the windows. She can’t break them down nor can she call or text anyone. Her computer mysteriously won’t turn on as well even though she had it upgraded not too long ago.

“I need to think what to do over breakfast,” she says as she looks into the fridge only to find that it’s empty. “I could’ve sworn I bought food, drinks, and ingredients last week.”

Zita’s parents taught her how to breakfast, lunch, and dinner for herself, but she usually orders. Now with nothing to eat, she lays down on her couch, hungry, worried, and confused as to what is happening. This is when a large hand forms out of her wall. It opens its hand to reveal a mouth in the center of its palm.

The hand says to her, “Zita, I am the hand of judgment. You have yet to grow up and take responsibility for your actions.”

“I’m a good girl who doesn’t do anything wrong. What are you talking about?”

“You will see very soon. There’s a hole in your closet. Climb through it and you will escape your room to face your first challenge.”

“Challenge? Do I get a prize at the end?”

“If you win, you will grow up and live a better life. If you lose, you will suffer for all eternity.”

“And if I don’t accept the challenge?”

“You lose automatically, and you’ll have to rot to death in this apartment.”

“I’ll take the first option then.”

When she goes into her room, the hand of judgment follows her by forming out of the ceiling in her room.

“Are you going to be my guide?” Zita asks the hand.

“In a way, but I your choices will determine whether or not you will survive.”

“That’s peachy.”

Zita moves her clothes around and finds a large hole in it.

“You didn’t make the hole this large because you think I’m fat, do you?”

“It’s made with the intention of you going through it. Now go if you have decided to.”

Even though the hole is relatively large, Zita has some trouble going through it. It’s a tight fit that’s difficult to go through. She reaches the end of the tunnel after ten seconds of crawling. The tunnel has led her to a small aquarium with various kinds of fishes in the many tanks. Paintings of the many fishes are drawn swimming through the ocean on the walls. Above her is a curved glass ceiling that shows the night sky even though it was morning when Zita left her apartment.

“Okay, where to now?”

“You must reach the exit of this building while being hunted by a hunter who is modeled after yourself,” the hand tells her. It’s nowhere to be seen but its voice echoes through her mind.

“What’s this challenge supposed to prove?”

“That you’re honest about changing for the better.”

“This’ll be easy then. I’ve played so many hide-and-seek horror games already.”

Using her knowledge of horror games, Zita carefully walks through the aquarium while trying not to make any noise. The entire building is uncomfortably quiet so much so that she can hear the fish swimming in their glass casing. One of the fishes catches her attention. It’s a red Chinese fighting fish that is swimming by the end of the tank looking at her. Back in her youth, Zita wanted to study fish and take care of them, but when her patience for the subject wore out, she left it behind like so many other jobs that interested her. When she gets close to the fish, it hits the glass so hard that the noise reverberates through the building and leaves a crack in the glass. Another crack of glass is heard above Zita, as she looks up to see her monster. It drops from the ceiling and crashes into the floor unscathed.

The monster is huge as it takes up half the hallway. Its skinny pink clothes are so tight that its skin oozes a black liquid. The arms of the creature are thin, and its fingers are as long as Zita’s arms. Black veins pop out from the creature’s skin as well as its bony spine. Its hair is a dirty blond with a thin black bow on it. Pink makeup covers its broken face that has no eyes.

“If this is like those psychological games I played, then I can handle this!” Zita confidently says as she punches the hunchbacked monster in the face to no effect.

It grabs Zita and slams her into the ground multiple times then smashes her into a fish tank and drowns her. She wakes up in her bed and begins to vomit water. The water never stops coming out of her stomach, so she goes to the bathroom and almost fills up the tube with all of the water she vomits. This is the first time in a while that’s she felt any kind of real pain, any kind of defeat. Her appearance is now that of a woman in her late twenties with most of her makeup gone. The damage done to her was immense and is multiplied by the fact that she’s lived a comfortable life for all of it. Her nerves are shot, and her body convulses with panic.

 In need of immediate relaxation, she takes out one of her sex toys and tries to use it, but a sharp black spike comes out of it and impales her from her crotch through to her head. Instead of dying immediately, it takes her body a few agonizing minutes of the worst pain to kill her. Again, she wakes up in her bed, but this time she feels completely dead inside. She can’t make herself feel better instantly. She’s died twice already without completing any of her challenges, and now she looks like she’s in her thirties with no makeup at all. Despair has its grips on her, freezing her in thought.

The hand of judgment says, “You will need to grow up if you want to survive this. Get up and try again. If you don’t, then you’ll suffer forever because of your previous actions. Decide.”

The black and whiteness of her choices force her to move out of her bed and back into the aquarium. Zita doesn’t let anything distract her this time. Her monster still jumps down from the ceiling, but this time she runs and hides. The monster cannot smell her, and its vision is very limited, so it focuses more on sound than anything else. It overcomes some of its disabilities by smashing whatever hiding spots that Zita could hide under. Because of this, she is forced to go from hiding spot to hiding spot until she realizes that she’s close to the exit. When she sees it, she makes a break for it and makes it through the exit right before it catches her.

Upon exiting the aquarium, Zita finds herself back in her apartment standing in front of her front door as if she just went through it. She tries opening the door and finds that it’s still locked from the inside. After the challenge, she falls to the floor in tears.

“I don’t know if I can do this,” Zita admits to herself.

“Of course you can. You just made it through the first challenge. That shows me that you have a chance of getting through the rest,” the hand of judgment says with a stern but caring voice. “Now get up. Another challenge awaits you and the main vice that damages you and the people you affect.”

“Oh boy. What fun,” Zita miserably says.

This is the song I found that best matches Zita so far. Wish I Had an Angel by Nightwish.

Rebirth of the Extraordinary: Sin's Rebirth Chapter 3 - Outcomes and Costs

Chapter 3 – Outcomes and Costs

Even a man as strong as Urban needs to rest, especially after miles upon miles of wandering without much food or water. While walking through the ruins of what appears to be a research facility made into a farm with various vegetables growing in the fields and a nearby well. Judging by the tracts of feet and tires on the ground, it appears that people got out of here in a hurry. A lone man steps out of the facility with two extra arms and feet and an extra face. He stumbles to Urban and speaks in a jumbled way that even the man himself can’t understand as he struggles to form proper words. The man starts to cry and kneels before Urban with his hands in a praying form as if begging to be put out of his misery.

Seeing that the man needs help, Urban takes off his cloak and wraps the man in it. He says a blessing and puts his cloak back on. The man is now healed and looks like a normal human being.

“A thousand thanks to you!” the man says while crying tears of joy.

“You’re welcome. What happened around here?”

“I don’t know. I just happened to come across this place while looking for a good place to settle down after my home was destroyed by bandits. Don’t go in there. There are monsters in there that appear to be human but aren’t. They did things to me that changed me into the abomination that you saw me as.”

“That is the purpose I was brought here for then. Go south from here and you will come across a small town of people. Mention my name, Urban, and they will gladly take care of you.”

“Thank you a thousand times more, but what purpose were you brought here for?”

“To bring the wrath of God.”

Upon entering the building, Urban can imagine how advanced humanity was decades ago. Even though they are broken, the large screens, flickering holograms, and inactive robotic workers impress him. He wonders to himself how humanity became so evil after creating such wonderful inventions. While going further into the facility, he catches a glimpse as to why. His reading capability is basic, but he can read the normal words of each department. This place appears to have been a testing facility to evolve humanity to obtain immortality. There are various certificates and observing stations to see the experiments, so this place wasn’t hiding anything when it was operational. People came here knowing that other people were being experimented on for their benefit.

Shadows in the dimly lit building start darting around, which puts Urban on his guard. In one part of the facility, the experiments seem to be still going on. Blood and various body parts liter this area with some bodies being operated on by automatic machinery. Most of the machinery is operating on dead bodies while few of them are operating on people who slowly become mutated or are mutated.

At the end of a large hallway lies the source of the renewed experiments. A man in an old scientist’s coat is working on putting together several living bodies together so they’re put together like a centipede. The man senses Urban and takes off his mask and headwear to reveal eyes all around the top of his head. He then shrieks loud enough to stun Urban. The mad scientist then ram attacks him exposing his centipede body made with over twenty still living bodies. One and even five punches aren’t enough to put this abomination down since it regenerates its body parts back.

Seeing that Urban can barely fight back, the abomination widens its mouth until its jaws block the entire hallway. It then completely swallows him and condenses its body to digest him, but Urban doesn’t give up. It’s been years since he’s been pushed to his limits and this awakens a hidden excitement within him. Urban begins to punch his way out of the abomination as it continuously tries to digest him. He attacks faster with every punch until the point where it can no longer regenerate and explodes into pieces from Urban’s vicious attacks. In just ten seconds, Urban threw a hundred punches. After being challenged for the first time in a while, he calms himself down before heading off to the next part of the facility.

Sounds of strange moaning draw him towards the other of the facility. This particular research wing is covered in flesh covered androids that convulse while leaking out strange liquids. Most of the people here appear to be alive, but they’re in a kind of euphoric pain that drains them of their ability to move or even scream. A spider-like web that drips a sticky liquid binds them to the walls and ceiling. One of the androids come to life and drops down from the ceiling. It’s a large thin naked woman who crawls on her hands and feet. She’s as big as the hallway because of the added length to its legs, arms, and body. Her throat expands like a frog’s and a thick fog comes out.

This fog doesn’t harm Urban physically, but his senses are dulled. He feels a certain hotness as his sight blurs and contorts until the spider-like woman becomes beautiful in his eyes. She seductively walks to him while enticing him to walk to her. He does so as the woman’s arms break apart into multiple arms like some kind of spike trap. Before he can enter into her arms, he forms his hand into a fist and punches one inch in front of him. Nothing happens for a second, but then a huge gust of wind tears through the mutated woman and everything around them. Urban took all of the pent-up energy within him and released it in a single attack.

An android man approaches Urban from behind and says, “I was wondering who was making all of this noise.”

“Who are you?”

“No one you should concern yourself with. I’m glad you got rid of those two. They didn’t know what they were doing and let their motivation to help people blind them. What was that old saying? The road to Hell is paved with good intentions?”

“Something like that.”

“In any case, I must thank you man of God. Now, if you’ll please bless this place so it can be purified. We can use the technology from the past-”

“This isn’t technology from the past. It’s an imitation of it.”

“Even so-”

“This place is evil. It was made for evil and sin flows through every wire and light source. Leave here along with whatever dreams you might have for it. The lives saved by its technology will never outweigh the bloodshed to do so.”

“But it will be different this time!”

“That’s what they all say.”

The android man presses a button and the leftover flesh from the two people from before converge on him to form a monster with three bodies and a long centipede torso with spider legs. Its body is nearly indestructible and the pheromones it secretes hampers Urban’s movements. The abominations attacks are quick and hit hard. With not too many options, Urban decides to do what he originally planned to. He runs for the power source of the facility and destroys it. His fists are covered with a liquid fire that was powering the facility. Despite the intense heat, he doesn’t feel a thing.

“That wasn’t part of the plan, but this’ll work,” Urban says to himself.

He fights the abomination with his fists of fire that dissolve the monster until it can no longer regenerate or move.

“I’ll let you burn to death. It might help you get used to the fires of Hell.”

Urban leaves the facility as it burns down. A large truck with three people in it come to the facility with extraction tools and storage containers.

One of them says, “What happened here?”

“Leave. Everything in there is going back to the fires that made it.”

“We can’t! We-”

“If you want it so badly, I’ll deliver you there.”

Urban throws the three people into the fire. Looking into the truck, he sees that the keys are still in the ignition switch.

“Is it possible for me to drive the truck instead of walking for another dozen members?”

Something in the facility explodes and a piece of flying debris destroys the truck, but some of the food and water in it come out unscathed.

“…At least there’s that. But can I set my fists on fire at will or…Ow! I guess that was only a once in a lifetime thing.”

With a few refreshments, Urban heads back out on the road on foot to keep walking miles on end as he should.

New book on the list after the next one or the one after that.

This story came to me in a dream. A forty-year-old girl hasn't been able to grow up because of her parents and because of that, she fell into degeneracy after their deaths. She is now mysteriously stuck in her room with no exit out. A hand grows out of the walls with a mouth on it. It tells her to grow up and accept responsibility for her actions. It tells her to grow up and accept responsibility for her actions. She is told to go through specific challenges while a mutated monster hunts her down. Every time she dies her age catches up to her, which causes her to slowly decay. Will she learn to grow up and take responsibility? Or just die over and over again until she fully decays into nothing? This story is going to be like Poor Child of Man so it's a C&C spinoff in a different fashion.

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The Rebirth of the Extraordinary Chapter 2 - Let God Sort Them Out

Chapter 2 – Let God Sort Them Out

Despite the high amounts of sinful people in the world, there are a number of people that try to help others out in their own way. While on his long journey, a caravan of merchants drives by him.

One of them asks, “Hey, buddy. Do you need a ride?”

“Yes, bless your soul,” Urban says while blessing the man, his family, and workers.

The family feeds Urban and gives him water since he hasn’t consumed anything for at least a day and a half. The caravan drives to a town made of scrapped metal from years long gone. Guards are armed with makeshift weapons while the tougher ones have similar armor and weapons to the bandits from before. The town itself is a marketplace filled with traders from various places. They sell everything that could be possibly sold such as; food, water, weapons, armor, materials for farming and building, and people who are willing to be sold.

“Why are people selling themselves here?” Urban asks.

“Because they want to make a living and they can’t think of any other way to do that,” the man who picked him up says.

“There’s always another way.”

“You should tell them that. My family and I have been wanting to tell them a way to make their lives better, but I could never find the right words. If only there was something we could do.”

“I can do something, but you shouldn’t be around to see it. Take your family and leave this place.”

“Where will I do business then? There are only so many safe places in this wasteland.”

“God will provide, my friend.”

Urban puts his hands on the man’s head. This gives the man a vision of a peaceful marketplace to see his wares.

“Thank you so much, my friend.”

Urban then blesses the man, his family, and workers again before they head off.

He then walks up to the self-selling slaves and says, “There are other ways to make a living than to sell your bodies for money.”

Most of the self-selling slaves ignore him while only a few ask what they can do. Even a few merchants ask because they’re curious while few recognize Urban from the legends.

“Leave this place. Let me show you a proper place where you can do business and live life among good people.”

“What do you mean by that? There are good people all around us?” a person asks.

“According to you there are, but according to God, you can fit all of the good people in the world in this one town and have room to spare.”

Most of the people gasp and yell at Urban for being so judgmental.

“Repent lest your souls be damned forever!”

Only a couple people bow before Urban and ask for forgiveness. He takes a bottle of water from one of the merchants and blesses them before picking them up and sprinting out of the town before it falls into a sinkhole, which kills everyone in it. Urban touches the head of the two survivors and they head off in the direction in where God needs them to be.

After walking five miles, Urban comes across a convoy of sex traffickers.

One of the pimps notices Urban and asks him, “Do you need a good time to lighten your heavy heart? We have men, women, children, the elderly, and all kinds of people who will more than gladly make you smile.”

The people in the convoy show off their goods to Urban. Even though they can barely see his eyes, they can tell they’re being harshly judged, but they ignore this feeling.

“You’re going to be coming across a band of bandits who are stronger than you and will enslave all of you. If you make yourself look decent and turn away from this life, then that won’t happen.”

“Haha. I don’t think you know what you’re talking about buddy. Have you ever felt love’s embrace?”

“Yes. You sell a perversion of that love. At least turn back now so you’ll have a chance to live.”

A single woman looks out from the crowded bus and looks at Urban. Something about him gets her to silently step off the vehicle.

“Thanks for the concern but we have happiness to bring to people. If you don’t want the fresh meat, then maybe you want some liquor or some herbs?”

“Please, you will lose everything including your happiness if you don’t turn back.”

“Suit yourself, man. Good luck out there.”

“You’ll need more blessing than I will. I’ll keep you in my prayers.”

As the convoy leave, they don’t notice the one woman they are missing.

Once the dust settles, the woman appears to Urban. She says, “I’ve always wanted to do good and make people happy, but I’ve never known any other way to do it besides this. I don’t know why I left my family, but this is the decision I made. I know there are legends of a man like you or that is you that cleanses people of their sins and brings them to the salvation God offers. I don’t know if I’m worthy or if my sins are able to be cleansed.”

She begins to sob but is then held by Urban.

“Put your trust in God and He will heal you,” he says while wiping away her tears.

“Am I truly worthy? I don’t know if I have the strength to be as righteous as you.”

“You were the only one who was smart enough to leave your everything you had behind to seek true love and goodness. Keep doing what you just did, and you will be rewarded for your sacrifice.”

“Where do I go now?”

“Follow me. I will lead you to where you are needed.”

While Urban and the woman walk, the convoy she was with is attacked and enslaved by bandits. Miles away from where they once were, the two find themselves in a battle between two tribes. Both of technologies of old and both are using them to kill one another as they did back then. The woman has grown weary of walking, which forces Urban to carry her through the battle.

She asks him as the battle rages, “Do we really have to go through the battle?”

“We do. There’s no shortcut and it is the way God wants us to go for whatever reason. Frankly, I’m not complaining because I’d rather not take the long way around.”

“You don’t have to carry me anymore if it slows you down. It’s more important that you survive rather than me.”

“You’re more important than you think. Have faith in God and we will make it through this.”

Urban comes across a wounded soldier who is resting behind a large rock. His wounds are serious, and he is bleeding out. The soldier recognizes Urban and falls out from the rock to bow down to him.

He says, “Servant of God! Please tell God to forgive a sinful soul such as mine! I’ve killed so many for my self-righteous cause. There are so many innocent people dead because of my direct and indirect actions. The suffering I’ve caused is beyond measure. I submit my soul to God to do whatever He pleases because He is the wisest of all!”

The woman is put down for a second as Urban closes the man’s wounds with his hands. The soldier is completely healed and feels two hundred percent better with increases in strength and wisdom. After feeling gleeful because of his gift, he quickly gets back down on his knees.

“I was like you before. I’m a better man now, but I implore you to be better,” Urban says.

“What is your command?”

“Cover us while we escape the battle then you will destroy the two opposing armies. Try to convert the wounded. If they reject you, then say a prayer for them and give them a swift death. If they accept you, then repeat what I said to you.”

“By myself?”

“God and your guardian angel are at your side.”

“Then it will not matter if I face two more armies.”

“Don’t tempt it. Now go.”

The renewed soldier cleaves through the armies as if he had the strength of a hundred soldiers as Urban takes the woman out of the battlefield. Eventually, the two make it to a quiet town where the woman is placed in the care of a family Urban saved not too long ago. The family treats them to a meal to thank him for rescuing them and to refresh them after a long journey.

Before Urban leaves, the woman says, “Please don’t go.”

“I have to. It’s my calling.”

“Then I’ll come with you. I don’t want to leave you alone.”

“You don’t have to worry about me. I’m never alone.”

The woman kisses Urban’s face then hugs him before letting him go back on his journey.

Of course I have to include my favorite Demon Hunter song, Someone to Hate, for this story. Heck, a lot of Demon Hunter songs fit into this story.

*Added into chapter 1 to explain the rubble and old tech resurfacing. Almost forgot to explain it.

It is said in some legends that the great people that brought back good into the world rebuilt all of the technologies from the past because they had the knowledge of how to build it. Other legends say that some kind of demon alien race built everything back to the way it was after a mass sacrifice of infants and children.