What a magnificent monologue.

Because someone might ask what the other one is

80 years ago, I put a letter to myself in a time capsule. I had half-heartedly asked myself about my future- about where I’d go in life. I knew I wouldn't receive it, but not because I’d be old and quite possibly rotting away in a nursing home. I knew I wouldn't make it beyond highschool, at least not very far, and definitely not past 90.

At the time I wrote the letter I was ten years old. I hadn't had a hard childhood, I simply had a boring one. I felt unfulfilled and isolated, although I did my best to appear as though I felt fulfilled. But at school I was never anything of a story, just a passing thought to my classmates and teachers.

I did my best to have a good image to my teachers and peers, to be remembered as a good person but I don't think they even remembered me at all.

I sat near my peers as we wrote letters in bright colored crayons. Scratching on that letter to me with the oily crayon my hand shook. I never made up false promises but this letter was filled with them.

The paper felt thin under my hands, like a sickly delicate lily. My crayon stitched my handwriting into the paper like red threads.

I remember Junior High when I sat in that room. Canceling my plans with a date. I went to bed, my covers warm and pressing onto my frail body.

The school opened the capsule, leaving the letter at my grave alongside the roses that etched their roots around my grave. The red crayon melted onto the grass as rain soaked the letter into the ground, staining the lilies red.

The perfect score

As I said, bodily autonomy trumps it - she is not a vampire, vampire traditions don't apply to her. Otherwise, anyone could claim vampire hunter traditions on OP...

Thank ya

Vibin

include the line: The birds haven't scattered yet.

someone posted it

Someone posted it

Thank you!!!

I rolled close to the leader, Scooter Black. And spat a fat wad onto his face.

“Did you get an anonymous tip for this?”

Instantly, 60 razor & electric scooters began hurdling towards me. But I’d been genuinely unnerved, I wasn’t playing anymore.

“Simon says you don’t know how to ride a scooter, your favorite time to pee is in your bed at 3am, and the other factions of your Scooter brigade are your true enemies.”

My ability, Simon says, is just that. Anything that I say after “Simon Says” will come true. It’s essentially brainwashing. In one sentence I effectively took away their power, humiliated them for the rest of their lives, and started an inter-squad gang war all at once.

I’m not a bad guy, but I found this to be punishment enough. I almost forgot one more thing.

“OH, and you all will forget my ability! I don’t want to be on any higher ranked hero’s radars for this.”

The heroes comically tripped over their scooters all the way back to their base to figure out how to go to war with the other scooter brigades.

My work there was done.

** 2 days later.

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

Now free from my wheelchair, I hopped up from my couch and went to my front door to open it, must’ve been a package from Amazonian.

“Hey hello thank you for my package, do I have to sign anyth… S-S ranked hero Scooter god? How did you know where I live?”

“You forgot to say Simon says.”

“Prepare for trouble” “Make it double” “To protect the world from persistent pain” “To unite all peoples within our gang.” “To denounce the evils of villainy and strife” “To scoot the villains out of ruining life” “Scooter Red” “Scooter Blue” “Scooter Heroes ride off into the night.” “Surrender now or prepare to fight!”

“Scooter Green!”

SILENCE

I paused for a moment before I spoke, making sure the heroes’ introduction was done. I suppressed a laugh.

“I’m sorry. am I supposed to laugh, clap, or snap team rocket?”

I just decided to do all three in quick succession while the group of heroes stood looking at me with clear determination in their eyes.

Upon finishing my act, “Well if you don’t have anything else to say or do, I will take my hard earned money and leave.” I said, picking back up my duffel bags and heading to walk by the heroes straight out the front doors of the bank.

“Excuuuse me”, I commented, walking by the gang of scooter heroes, I only got so far, however.

“Stop right there!” Barked Scooter Red, She spun her razor blade scooter at violent speeds, speeds that would make any other scooter user wince in pain even at the sight of it. “Do you think we were just going to let you go? You just robbed the city bank!”

“I didn’t think at all about if you would let me go or not, I don’t care what you do.” I responded cordially, continuing to walk.

“Who do you think you are!?” Scooter Blue stopped me, putting his hand on my chest while positioning his scooter to launch at my shin & ankles at a moment’s notice. I was trapped.

“I’m glad you ask actually. Noone else in your brigade does that! Well, my name is Raúl, and as you can see, I am currently robbing a bank.
I live in the east suburban district of Santiago, and I am 31 years old. In order to make a living I commit egregious crimes, gamble, and panhandle. Two of which I’m better at than the other. On a normal day I’ll wake up at 6am beg on the streets of Santiago, and return home no later than 8pm each night. Upon my return home I grab my trench coat and small weapons to threaten and steal from other panhandlers out on the street, musicians included. With which money I’ll hit the Santiago casino and often quintuple my earnings for that day, perhaps I’m lucky. Oh, and I also own a 5 star restaurant downtown if you’d like to try it sometime. It’s called Go Lucky.” Perhaps I flipped a switch in their scooter brains, but whatever it was they instantly began to beat me senseless with their scooters.

I woke up the next day in my infirmary beneath my mansion. My ankles and shins completely bruised and In constant pain from the scooter brigade’s assault.

“Well well, if it isn’t another failed attempt at a new hobby.” Alvin, my midget butler said, rewrapping the bandages on my severely swollen ankles.

“It isn’t anything new Ivan my friend. Crime is an art, all forms of crime, including bank robbery constitute that art. I’ve been committing crimes for years. Thankfully I have you and my comrades to rely on to get me out of sticky situations like yesterday. Thank you.” I smiled at Alvin, expressing my appreciation for him somehow saving me from arrest.

“My name is Alvin, sir. You’ve known me for 12 years. Please try to remember.”

“Oh, yes. Sorry-OW!” He slapped the last wrapping of bandage on with extra vigor. “I deserved that, but one more thing Alvin, please turn on the news for me? I want to see if I made any waves with my latest crime”

The headline for channel 1 news was not to be expected, however.

SCOOTER BRIGADE RAIDS GO LUCKY. MULTIPLE CASUALTIES

I sprung out of bed onto my busted ankles and found my wheelchair. I’d been a frequent victim of the brigade’s violence during each of my crimes, so I always have one on standby.

“ALLLVINNNNNNNNNN”

Alvin rolled back into the room.
“Yes sir?”

“Please push me to the car, we must make it to my restaurant at once” “Yes sir.”

The restaurant was in shambles. The scooter brigade, a C-List hero company only due to its large number of E-list heroes, at 6,900 worldwide, had raided my restaurant. The windows were broken, walls and tables were dented, scratched, and chairs destroyed by scooters varying in size & strength.

The ambulances were loading 3 of my beautiful waitresses which I’d known for years. They were conscious but their ankles were clearly in shambles from the scooter brigade, and needed to be carted onto the ambulance. “Sally, Sammy, Wolfeschlegelsteinhausenbergerdorff!!! Are you three okay?”

“My name is not Sally, sir.” Quickly exclaimed Ally “I’m Amy. Not Sammy.” Spat Amy, in clear pain & frustration.

“Yes I’m doing fine, they just hit my ankles, sir!” Responded Wolfeschlegelsteinhausenbergerdorff.

“Good, now where have they gone?”

“That way”

They each pointed to a group of 60 men and women varying from age 16 to late forties. The full brunt of the scooter brigade in Santiago. I approached them, wheeling myself over with a passion.

“You DARE hurt my people?” I roared at the mass. A leader emerged from the pack.

“Yeah, we knew we’d find you if we showed up here. Seems we’re better at your job than you are. You’ve never even been capable of successfully stealing anything, we always catch you before you do. Thanks to anonymous tips. Poor thing, maybe you should take some notes”. He and the others snickered amongst themselves.

What he said rang true. 7 years of attempting large and small scale crimes and I’ve never successfully completed a single one.

But what they didn’t know is that the anonymous tip has always been me.

I’ve only wanted to play a fun game, commit crime without consequence on either end, with no real punishment or gain, just for pleasure’s sake. In doing so I allowed myself to get caught and beat, each an every time, relying on my comrades to help me escape at the last moment while leaving whatever I stole behind.

Oh my god i love this

Well done!

Sorry about the grammer,typed it out on my phone and on bus.So yeah.Appreciate any checks.

I clutched her hand tight.I didn't want to go so soon.I was barely twenty five.But the hospital and the doctors and the nurses,they opened me up,bled me and left me,tortured and immobile,chained to a bed and unable to do anything but think.And think I did,of everything I wanted to do,i would've done and could've been if i was bedridden and ill.But once the spasms began this morning,the doctors gave some grim news to me.I barely had a few hours to live.Now everyone had left me for dead. The one person beside me on my deathbed,was the person I thought I hated the most.She too,has eyes full of anger and tears but beautiful nonetheless.

When you are that low,you wouldn't mind company,no matter who.The tubes in my throat and hands and lungs fed me food to live and morphine for the pain.They were difficult to remove and well,even move.I gagged and felt a lump in my throat as she stroked my hair,holding a hand to her face,but crying anyway.

She asked me in her feeble voice"Why?Why did you go back to them?"

"Because I was so naive ,m'love"

A tear slid down my eyelids.If only i had been more brave and defended our marriage... If only i was able to fight those shitfaced smiling shits off... If only i was not so ill... If only i had loved her as she loved me... If only i could come back once to tell her how I felt... if only i had more... The body spasmed once more, The heart went weak and tore my chest. The morphine was wearing off. The bars and tubes felt so cold and so..hollow. Last thing I heard was a loud gasp and a louder beep. The Body was still immobile and The eyes still fixed,time stopped and a digital video game menu-esque screen opened up before me. There was a score counter that said

Age:24x multiplier Gender: Undecided --»(-6x cut from final score) Strength:Nil. Final Score:4,561. GAME OVER.

I thought of clicking with my hand, and a hand truer than my own rose out of a body,i didnot recognise.

Suddenly it said "DONOT DISASSOCIATE UNLESS YOU WISH TO ACCESS SPECTATOR MODE.YOU WILL BE ABLE TO CHANGE NOTHING AND THIS WILL BE PERMANENT.DO YOU STILL WISH RO CONTINUE (Y/N)?

I clicked N. It rolled a few credits,my mom and dad,my pet dog and little else that I could understand.

The screen went blank for a moment with a inverted triangle loading button rotating in the corner A tip in the bottom said:Dizziness is caused from lack of proper connection.

Then the menu screen opened and it said START A NEW SAVE CONTINUE IN CREATIVE MODE VISIT THE WORLD IN SPECTATOR MODE DELETE ALL PREVIOUS FILES. ACHIEVEMENTS SETTINGS I was clearly dumbstruck by this paradigm shift.Avid gamer that I was in the last few active years of my life,before those pigs began sucking my wealth and health dry,I wanted to look at achievements of mine. There were a few.But the rarest one of them was {ETERNALLY SAD} and it was achieved by quote"Staying miserable in the last few years of your life."end quote.

I never cared what was beyond life.If this was it then,when will it end for me? This worked by what rules,then what were those rules?

I could care less.I only cared about her and now I am going back to save her no matter what.

I clicked on "CONTINUE IN CREATIVE MODE".

A note popped up"This will enable cheat codes,all mods currently available.Balance changes are coming soon.Achievements will be locked ."

I could care less about achievements in this world.

I clicked twice and woke up in my hospital table,with her sleeping by my side,aware of my eventual death in a few hours.

There were two permanent buttons in my eyeline now.Hacks and mods.

I used the health hack,that restored me to my,original self,face,body and all. I woke from the table.She woke suddenly and looked surprised and confused.

I smiled.Atleast now will I be able to protect her.

Thank you so much <3

dammit, YOU again. everytime i read something here that gives me feels and they show the name at the end and it's you yet again.

"Today, on the anniversary of her passing, we commemorate the life of Silent Light, the single greatest hero of recent times. Born in 1985, her civilian identity unknown, Silent Light joined the Super Guard Team in february 2001, being mentored by The Captain as the new heavy assault member of the team. Her voice, when whispered properly, was able to conjure fire and light, which joined to her increased strength and resistance made her an ideal candidate for the Guard.

Sadly, during the battle for Paris en 2015, Silent Whiper met her end the 29th of november at the hands of Black Cultist. We are proud to have with us today none other than The Captain. Captain, welcome to the show..."

Laura turned changed the radio channel to listen some electro swing. It was 10:30 am and the café was filled to the brim with clients. She knew that while a few clients may enjoy a talk show, what most of them wanted was to have some background music, and steaming mug of coffee, maybe a pastry and peace. That was what she sold in 'Café Arland', an small area of repose in the neverending stress and speed of the great city.

She had just finished cleaning one of the coffee machines when Arnold came back from his break. He was a young lad on his late teens that had recently got into college, but he did struggle financially. He was diligent, well behaved and had a lovely smile that cheered up the day of even the grumpiest of clients. "Hey boss, I'm back, would you like to take your break now?"

"I'd love to", Laura replied, "but I'll go to my office to do some maths. Can you handle this?"

"Certainly, take as much as you need. I'll call you if something's on fire"

"You better pull it out before I come back!".

They both laughted as she took off the delantal and got to the back of the café. She had taken a considerable effort to make it as lovely as possible: there was quite a comfortable staff room with a sofá, TV, and an small kitchen. She even spent money on building a new staff bathroom that was quite bigger than the client's one and was always perfectly clean. Her philosophy was that staff members had to be happy in order to make their clients happy as well. It was a modest business, but she loved every bit of it.

Laura got into her office and, after locking the room, she turned on the computer and browsed the news with some specific tags: [Fire Lady] [Robbery] [News] [The Captain]. The results came back immediately, talking about the heist of two days before: "Fire Lady assaults again a gambling office, stealing millions. The Captain showed to the scene just a minute later, but the villaness managed to escape after throwing him a fireball that blinded the hero. He declared that the SGT are after her and should apprehend Fire Lady very soon". Laura smiled.

The same declarations every day. Every week. Every month. She printed the news report and placed it inside a huge dossier with all of Fire Lady's successfull hits: an actor known unofficially for being involved into child abuse rings that was killed in a fire, a pharmaceutical CEO who intended to increase price of insulin hundreds of times that was found beaten almost to death, an underage detention center that was attacked and all inmates freed (althought in this one the reported missed to mention the abuses the guards were doing on those children), and a long etcetera.

She still found it funny and sad. That she had to become a villain, even a minor one, to even bring a bit of goodness to the world. And, as always, the SGT would say she is not a threat, that she is just a wannabe villain that would soon be detained. But they never did.

She saved all those things and produced her financial notebook. She still had to do some maths, after all. Almost twenty minutes went by when a buzz interrupted her work: Arnold was asking for help. It was 11:30am, it was usual that more clients came by at that time. She walked towards the front and soon realized something was off: he heard Arnold talking very fast, scared, and a second voice replied, a voice she knew too well. She had started to run when there was a huge crash and something stuck through the wall next to the door that lead to the café.

A long, bloodied blade.

She opened the door. The clients were fleeing and screaming. Over the counter a huge man wearing a steel and golden armor was holding a weapon and, impaled by it, Arnold too his last breaths. The Captain slowly looked at Laura. "I've finally found you, Fire Lady. Your servant didn't want to cooperate". The so called hero pulled the sword back, and Arnold's body fell limbly to the ground. "Now, about that fireball you threw to my face..."

"What... did you..."

"Oh, poor little villain is scared now?" he said, mockingly. "You shouldn't have insulted me with your presence, you whore!"

He took a huge swing towards Laura. She ducked, raised a hand, whispered: "holy light", a glow covered her hand and, with a loud 'clank', the sword was violently stopped against her flesh. The Captain observed her hand as the golden glow rapidly spread to the rest of her body and, when Laure rose her head to stare at him again, his face grew paler.

A second later, The Captain was thrown out of the building, hit several times on the pavement and stop himself abruptly when he hit the wall at the other side. He stood up moving away the debris that was falling over him, and he saw a ghost brought back from the death. Laura was hovering, covered by a layer of golden light, while silver flames orbited around her hands; her eyes glew white and her hair floated while energy sparks jumped from the tips of each strain.

"No... You are dead! I saw you die!!"

"You killed Silent Light", she said, her voice booming. "You killed her when you liberated corrupt politicians. When you let assassins, rapists and other bastards to get away because they paid more. You killed my belief in super heroes the same day you started training me! Just as you tried to kill me and let Black Cultist take the fall!!"

"You became a villain! You had to be stopped!"

"No. I did not" she said as she rose the palm of her hand towards The Captain. "I learned the truth. I became free". The light concentrated on her hand, and then she whispered: "Kill the evil".

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News reports: 30th of november 2022:

Silent Light is not dead! The situation is still unclear, but it seems that after being taken for dead at the hands of Black Cultist the 29th november 2015, she adopted the identity of Fire Lady. The Captain has fallen to her hands and, few minutes after, the tower of the Super Guardian Team has bursted in flames. It is still unknown what is causing this conflict or how many heroes have perished in this battle, we will continue informing as facts are confirmed.

In other news, the family of Arnold Anders, sadly killed during the fight of Silent Light and The Captain, has today received a sum of 15 million dollars with a letter of a very dear friend of Arnold. Anders family has refused to make any further declarations.

> I'm keeping an eye out though.

Nah, Zapper did.

I somewhat agree. I do believe some more communication should be in order for this relationship to proceed in any healthy manner. But OP is NTA for simply wanting his tradition to be respected, and his fiancé being closed minded about it. People wouldn’t be so divided if it was religion, let me tell you that.

NTA, but I get her perspective. Some people just want to stay mortal. Personally, I don’t understand it, having been born a vampire, and being married to one whom was already a vampire when I met him, but perhaps mortals simply feel like they are inadequate if they do not age normally?

I am unsure. Perhaps talk it over with her and explain the tradition. Even if she does not want to become a vampire, she shouldn’t call off the wedding. Then again, maybe it’s a good thing she rejected you in this way, because it’s a sign she may end up breaking your heart in other ways later on. Like death from short life span. Or all manner of human diseases that she is too selfish to ignore with vampirism.

You should have a serious discussion with her about it, and try to understand what she’s thinking for more context into how she feels. Don’t try to convince her, let her come to her own decision once you two talk it out. If she’s too stubborn for this, I suggest it best to reconsider your choices in spouse.

Dearest regards and well wishes.

-Szymon ‘Sebastian’ Kusicielka

"You sent for me?", I called. My voice bounced off the great marble walls, echoing back to me. There he sat, the Emperor, his small toes hovering above the ground. Another sign that this throne was not meant for him. I gripped the dagger behind my back even tighter. It was either now, or never.

"Yes, I did. Please come forward." he answered sternly. His squeaky voice barely filling the room.

I walked forward out of the shadow of the door, my chest becoming heavier with each step. It's for the good of the empire. Just remember. The good of the empire.

When I finally stepped out into the light, his once lively face, now contorted into a look of disgust. My heart sank and my eyes widened. His fat cheeks pressed against the hood of his brow. His piercing blue eyes, illuminated with fury.

"I'm sorry, my Emperor. But is there something that seems to be troubling you?" I inquired innocently. My mind began to race.

Oh, my god. he knew. How could he know? The sweat began dripping down my hands. I could feel the golden hilt of the dagger slipping out of my fingers.

"I know" he muttered begrudgingly. His face sinking into his velvet robes. His once golden hair, now a light brown due to his distaste for bathes. His crown barely staying on top of his oily head.

I could feel my heartbeat bursting out of my chest. My breaths becoming shallower and quicker. No, this can't be it. There have been too many signs. Too many opportunities for this to finally to be over. I could feel my breath escaping me.

"Kn....know what?" I finally managed to sputter out, hoping he would finally lift his head. I could feel the knife slipping out of my hand, and with it, the empire.

"What you've been planning. I know everything." he growled as he leaned forward. His red pudgy hands tightly gripping the ruby handles of his throne. His blue eyes watery with rage. The veins on his neck pulsating like a drum. I had never seen him this angry before.

I stepped back in shock. The dagger slipping out of my wet hands into the frigid air. I fell to my knees in defeat as the dagger clamored against ground behind me. Ringing against the hall floor like the sound of an alarm. This was it. Please. god just give me one more sign. The clanging of the knife still ringing in my ears.

Silence followed.

"I'm sorry." I finally croaked. The tears began to well into my eyes. Everything lost. Years, months, days of planning. All lost. Lost someone like him. The last bit of hope for the empire slipping between my fingers.

I stared defeatedly as I watched his small but swollen body writhe in anger. This Emperor could barely fit into his throne let alone rule.

Wait. How could I lose to someone like him? The thoughts of retribution continued to fester and dance around in my head.

My disappointment quickly dissipated to anger. My muscles recharging with adrenaline.

"It's for the good of the empire!" I screamed. My eyes ablaze and baring into his. The hot tears now streaming down my face. My fingernails digging into my fists so tightly I could feel the warm blood begin to drip down my hands.

A small giggle burst out between his plump lips. His teeth still stained from chocolate.

I can't believe it, he's taunting me. I could feel the hot rage burning against the back of my neck. I need to find that dagger.

I glimpsed over my shoulder to find where the dagger had fallen, but before I could turn around the sound of running footsteps filled my ears. I hastily stiffened my body, ready for the fight that was about to ensue. His menacing laughter filling the hall as he ran towards me. My hands anxiously searching the ground for the dagger.

Time felt as it had slowed down as the golden hilt gleamed beneath the foot of the chair. As I reached for it, my head hit the stone floor before I could reach the dagger. I look up from the ground to see the emperor looming over me like a predator who had just caught their prey. Giggling like a hyena as he sat on my chest.

"It's okay. I was only just messing around." he giggled as he hugged me. My body still stiff. The thoughts in my head had stopped racing. My brain still foggy from my head hitting the floor. I wiped the tears away from my eyes so I could see his face more clearly.

"What?" I murmured out. His face no longer twisted into a look of fury, but into the sweet look of a childish joy. Was this the sign from god?

"I knew you were planning something amazing for my eighth birthday. I tried to trick you into telling me, but you always stink at telling secrets." he teased as bits of chocolate crumbs fell from his lips onto my chest. His fat cheeks red from laughter.

"Get off of me." I muttered as I shoved his small frame off of my chest. The fog slowly clearing from my brain. My eyes desperately darting around the room for the dagger. Hopefully I find it before he does.

"Here." he said. He hands barely big enough to hold on to the metal hilt. His blue eyes still gleaming with enjoyment. He must have never noticed I dropped it. Probably too busy trying to conceal his silly attempt of a prank from me.

"I found it under the chair, silly" he laughed shoving the dagger closer to my hands. As I snatched the dagger out of his hands, my eyes quickly fixated onto something that glittered from across room. My whole-body electrifying with awe. There lied the crown glistening against the torch light as it lay on the stone floor. Not on the Emperor's head.

This was it. This was my sign from god. In his attempt to taunt me, the stupid fool hadn't noticed the crown had slipped off his head. It must of fell of when he tackled me. Finally, it was my time to take the throne.

"Trust me, you're never going to guess what the surprise is." I teased. A smirk began to grow across my lips. Adrenaline running through my veins faster than before. My fingertips tightening around the golden hilt. In the reflection of the blade, I could see a vision of myself sitting on the throne. The empire once again, back into my hands.

As I stood deep in thought, the emperor jumped into my chest, his little arms wrapping into a tight hug.

"You're the best big sister ever." he muffled as he buried his head deep into my dress. His small fingers squeezing my back firmly.

"Best big sister ever." I muttered as I raised the dagger above his back. The torch light bouncing of the blade's reflection. Making the dagger look like it was made of fire. My eyes eagerly glanced back to the front of the room. The crown and the throne, sitting there waiting. Waiting for their rightful ruler.

It was either now, or never.

I want a part two. Btw, your immagine of God is exactly what I thought writing this! It's great!