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[FireFox]

[milan kyuubi]

 

 

Hello back!

[FireFox]

 

 

Hello back!

Don't even fuking mention it!!!  .

 

Hi XD . So what's going on in here!?  .

[milan kyuubi]

Don't even fuking mention it!!!  .

 

Hi XD . So what's going on in here!?  .

 

Your hands tired?

 

Lets see. Your flamingo is back! Popsicle is terrorizing her kids. Chicken is writing stories about us. The usual you know!

[FireFox]

Your hands tired?

 

Lets see. Your flamingo is back! Popsicle is terrorizing her kids. Chicken is writing stories about us. The usual you know!

Do you want your hands gone!?  .

 

Yeah that seems about right!!!   .

[Khaleesi]

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Edited by Khaleesi, 09 November 2017 - 07:03 PM.

[milan kyuubi]

Do you want your hands gone!?  .

 

Yeah that seems about right!!!   .

 

Hey it's that gif again! This once is smaller then your previous ones!

 

LOL true! you should read Chicky's stories! You are in them!  

[FireFox]

 

Hey it's that gif again! This once is smaller then your previous ones!

 

LOL true! you should read Chicky's stories! You are in them!

There wasn't any bigger size for this one or else I would have used it  .

 

What the........Really!? . What's it about, what does it say about me!!?   .

[milan kyuubi]

There wasn't any bigger size for this one or else I would have used it  .

 

What the........Really!? . What's it about, what does it say about me!!?   .

 

This is how it's used!

Or shall we go with this one?

 

 

Yeah! He posts them as dream parts in his posts! I don't read them. But I was informed I have a cool op power!

Let me search his post history to find them. It will take some time!

Found them!

Story

DREAM PART 1

 

That  night when I went to bed, I awaken and found my self in a hangar filled with Muslims with AK-47 in their arms. They were dressed in normal or you can say Arabic terrorist clothing. They had turbans and veils concealing their faces. I was tied to a chair with my hands behind my back. My ankles were also tied. Chattering dies down as I stared into the video camera, knowing what this procedure is all about. Ever since Sept 9-11 I've seen what the Taliband on youtube video on live  Islamic  terrorist executions. The hangar suddenly became quite. Confusion was written over my face. My mouth was gagged with sour cloth or fabric of some sort.

 

The terrorists approached me and mutter in their Arabic language. Of course I could not understand what they were saying even when they started interrogating me and torturing me. Throwing water into my face. Punching me and hitting me with the but ends of their rifles. My face busted open all I can see were the leering faces and hear them screaming. Their saliva penetrated their veil and splattered over my face. I could even smell their foul putrid breath and odor. Still could not understand a single word. No offense, but all I hear or my mind could register the symbols or phrases, "Ablaah Dahhhhbaaak Duubluubloo!" 

 

Then a man dressed in black with a leather  gun belt stoped the men from torturing me. He removed his veil and he had several war cars over his face. He was perhaps several years older than me in his mid thirties. He had braided goatee and black hair as dark as the abyss. Despite the scars, this man easily can be mistaken of an Arab celebrity. Behind him, my heart clenched when I saw the executioner sharpening the infamous falcon sword that is know to decapitate Christians and American reporters on film. The man gave  his men the command to stand down and back away from me in their language as I could guest by the body language.

 

They started recording and live streaming. Perhaps broadcasting to the entire world. The man spoke in English, apologizes for his men roughing me up and reassures me everything will be alright if I cooperate and he will let me go unharmed. At the point, I knew it was a bluff and my life was over. The man introduced himself as Tijasar the Black Crow. I barely pronounced his named mainly do to the trauma I endured  He said, "I'm looking for someone in particular. A silly lass. The Black Sky. Tell me the her exact location and position. I want details, Mr. Bar-Betos (He tries to pronounced my surname. Epic failure.)

 

I said are you kitten me in my mind! Is this the Marvel Universe? I responded, "I-I do-don't know th-this Black Sky."

 

"Oh but you do know her. You have been in contact with her for nearly two years through the internet. You socialize her through a social forum called Heaven & Earth." I suddenly became alert. My bloody eyes were agape. I started to have a bad feeling about and some how my gut feeling told me who he was talking about. He held out a photo. "Photo of the Black Sky. It's a little bit outdated." I looked closely at the teenage girl. And all I could say to my self are you kidding me with a dumbfounded look plaster over my face when all I can do is mutter out your name, "Ta-la?"

 

 

DREAM PART 2

 

“Oh yes. You do know her alright.” Tijasar beckoned the men to drag in two people that stood before me. It was a beautiful Muslim woman, despite her cheeks have been swollen and her eyes develop the black bruising of a black eye. Her hijab was torn and her face and parts of her body were exposed. Judging from her torn attire, I can only fear that she was abused and brutally raped. She was holding a boy no more than ten years old in her arms. They boy remained strong with tried tears in his eyes.
 
I watched Tijasar flipped open a laptop and he showed my a U.S government file on me. My heart nearly leaped out of my mouth. This is the history of my existence where I was born. Where I lived and went to school all my life. Not only that, the file I was reading even describes the way I live and how I used the internet. Everything down to the fullest details. I told myself. This was impossible. How the f- did they know everything about me?
 
Tijasar stopped scrolling down an highlighted one of the paragraphs on the laptop. “It says here you have great fondness of a mother's affection. You love your mother dearly.” I did not like the way he said that. Now I started fearing for the worse. They what happen to my mom? And what's become of my family. And still there was that question. How the heck and where the hell did they dig up all that intel on me?
 
I knew with their current technology, there was no way these Arabs have the gizmos as the America and the training to perform a sophisticated top of the line espionage. I can only think of one lead. The U.S government and the current Commander In Chief. “Relax. Your mother is just fine. But this mother is not.” He said pointing towards the beaten woman. “That is interesting. You based the concept of your main character Eddie and his mother . . .”
 
“What h-have you done to her?” I spit out blood, hoping that he will go back onto topic.
 
“This woman was the wife of my lieutenant an adulterer and this boy is her illegitimate son.”
 
The women bagged, pleaded and cried. I could not understand her Arabic tongue. The executioner slipped behind her. “Adultery is a severe crime and punishable by death. However, I will pardon this woman's death sentence on one condition. The location and current position of the Black Sky? You are very fond of a mother's affection. You do not want to it stripped away from this boy's eyes.”
 
So much countless thoughts plagued my mind. My heart beat like a drum. My breath labored faster. I had no idea what I should say or respond. I just randomly blurt out, “She's from Lebanon. I swear to God I do not know her exact location and where she lives.” The hangar erupted with laughter. The Black Crow smirked evil. Too quick for my eyes too see, he drew out a handgun from within his tunic and shot the boy from the back cleaned through the cranium as the bullet exited through the forehead.
 
Blood Splattered over my face and all I could hear is the mother screaming and wailing as cuddled with the corpse of her son. The boy never felt a thing and never knew what hit him. It happen to quickly as the woman's head was severed from her shoulders. At that point my mind and vision went blank as black curtain had fallen beside me.
 
I was on the brink of anxiety. Numerous flashes of images cycled through my as if I was steeing through the cockpit of a drone. Next thing I remember awaking and knocked upside down on my back still tied to the chair. The hangar was set ablaze as I tried looking down from the roof towards the exit. The terrorist were on fire two as the hangar filled with horrific screams of agony. The roasted flesh of human stared mixed in with gasoline and burn car oil filled my nostrils.
 
I started coughing. Assault rifles were firing. I see a small figure dressed in all black engaging the hostiles with two golden scimitars. The terrorist were brutal cut down without mercy. Limbs went air born. Heads fell from shoulders. Skulls split in half all the further more gruesome details. The assailant had such a ballet way of weaving through enemies' defenses.
 
The last man laid his menacing eyes of me and came lumbering toward me. He had the the executioner's sword in his left hand while right hand was holding his slit open stomach with the entrails that started pouring and dangling. I try wiggle and pulled hard on the ropes only for it to dig deeper into my wrist with ever struggle. The man never make it as the assailant came up from behind and formed both of its scimitars into a scissors and decapitated the man.
 
In the blink of an eye, the assailant flew onto to me, straddle my waist or lap. I now could tell this person is a female with the smell of perfume. Such a pleasant raspberry aroma. I knew my life was over as she was muttering in her Arabic language and no way to defend myself. Such a beautiful, angelic voice that I some how mistaken it from Latin.
 
I was suddenly caught by surprise with her suddenly speaking in English,“You are not as ugly and big as I imagine. Hmmm still you lack the qualification for my standards.” She rolled back her hood and removed her face mask. Words escape my mouth as I saw your face. More young than the photo you posted at H&E.
 
“Welcome to the Middle-East, Chicky.” Last thing I remember was you stuck your tongue out, grinned mischievously before delivering a right fist haymaker to my chin 

 

 

DREAM PART 3

 

Afghanistan, Kabul

December 10^th 2017

 

I awaken in an abandoned enclosure. My mouth war dry and my eyes felt heavy as if all the energy drained from me. I felt very weary. The smell of roasted lamb made my head pound with an troublesome headache hard to endure. My face felt like it was lit on fire. I could not see through my right eye.

 

I stood from the bed and survey the room. Not surprise, the room had such an Islamic look. I saw bandages wrapped around my face like the DC Darkman. An unarmed person with entered the room. To my reaction, I felt like my life was threatened and that I needed to get away. No doubt in my mind that this clothed person is a woman in navy blue. If I'm correct I think they called it a burqa in which the Taliban forces women to wear.

 

I've read a lot of documentaries on the internet and watched videos on Al Qaida, Taliban, ISIS etc. Taliban love to use women as a meat shield and sacrificial lambs for suicide bombing attacks. Her back was to me. I got out of bed quickly as I can. Too much pain coursing through my body made it impossible for me to stand up. I fell back into bed. My vision became blurry.

 

She hurried to my side. She spoke several words that I could not understand. But judging from her body language, I had a pretty good picture in my head that she's telling me not to move and stay put. She then gave me a wooden bowl. “Boh-hor,” she said or as mind mind perceived it. I could see only broth mixed in with vegetables and grains. The meat had to be lamb.

 

This was the first time that I would be eating lamb chops in a bowl of stew. There was a baked bread in the bowl. I noticed there was no utensil. I said to her, “How I so post to eat without any fork or spoon?” She gave me several slices of bread and demonstrated that I use the bread as a scooper. “Bokhor.” She said it again right before she exited the room, “Bokhor.”

 

I enjoyed my supper in peace. My eye darted back in forth, surveying the surroundings for any sign of threat. I could not say rather the meal tasted excellent or not. My mind was too focus on survival and escaping. As I finished my meal, a person set out from the shadows of the corner of the room. Materialized out of no where, which scared the daylights out of me. Now I'm able to get a good description of you. Your abyss looking attire is mixed in with a Assassins Creed like robe with a burqa.

 

“Bokhor. It means 'eat' in the Dari Persian language,” you giggled at me. “So this is the famous Konoha's Crimson Fox of Haven & Earth. As in KFC.” You laughed as you removed your hood and veil. “I never dream of our first meeting would end up being here.”

 

“Likewise,” I retorted. I was not in the mood for pleasantries. I could never imagine why you behave so carefree and brightly as if we were going out on a date. “Where the heck are we?”

 

“Kabul Afghanistan. This nation is currently under siege by drakes. They are searing this nation apart. The Taliban insurgence are starting to reclaim the territories that they've lost since your American forces and joint task force of the NATO invaded back in 2001.”

 

I sighed. No wonder you covered your body and face.

 

“Drakes?” I was dumbfound. “You mean as those land dragon like creatures that breaths fire?”

 

You nodded. “The person is responsible for this incursion is no other than Tajisar The Black Crow. It's even hard for me to believe that he's taken a Lebanese name.”

 

“He's after you. He wants you. He needs you for whatever reason why you are called the Black Sky.” I said with a bit of jealousy. I do not know why I'm feeling this way.

 

“I'm the one that set him free when I opened the Arc of Covenant.”

 

It took a little time for the name to process through my mind. This was the legendary artifact that Moses created with the Israelites that held pieces of the Ten Commandments and Aaron's Rod. The very same artifact that appeared in the Indiana Jones: Raiders of The Lost Ark film. Are you kidding me! I said to myself.

 

“I don't believe you!” I rolled my eye sarcastically.

 

“I don't expect you to believe me. In due time, I hope I will win your trust. In the meantime get some rest. We will be moving out tonight. If you are bored. You can use my Toshiba Laptop and surf the internet. Just click on 'guess'. Don't worry. The language is not set in Lebanese. And don't by any circumstances that you log in to any of your social media and forum accounts such as H&E are off limits.”

 

“And if I do,” I dare say.

 

“Seriously! Are that daft, Chicky? Then by all means suffer the wrath of your country's military and operatives. All your question will be answered on the net. I don't have any internet, so it will be within your abilities to hacked any internet within your range just like you did with that military drone you crashed within the hangar.”

 

“I don't have any computer skill. Nevertheless, I was tied up and was no where near operating any computer. Then tell my how I did. Wave my imaginary magic wand,” I cackled.

 

You laughed back at me, “Chicky. You have your moments. You are funny and moments that your are so stupid. You have to explore and learn how to perfect your skills just as I have.” You suddenly stop talking and looking at me funny. “What? Is there something on my face?”

 

I expressed my goofy self, “Still you never needed to punch me. My jaws are still sore,” I whined.

 

“That's because I can!” There you go again. Teasing me by stretching you right eye and gave me the tongue.

 

I snarled very angry, “You crazy Lebanese!”

 

 

DREAM PART 4

 

I spent that that afternoon, searching through google website. I was surprise to see my face all over the internet. Reading the articles about me was cringeworthy. I couldn't believe my eyes. I'm the most wanted man an terrorist in the world. The Trump Administrations placed 5.5 billion bounty on my head. It is the highest bounty the U.S has placed on a wanted criminal or terrorist since Osama Bin Ladin's assassination.

 

I watched a video clips on youtube at of President Donald Trump addressing the nation at St. Louis Missouri when a military drones fired missiles upon the crowed of 50,000 out side of Trumps press conference. Then it did a kamikaze dive into the building where trump and his administrators were held up at, but it was shot down by Secret Service with the use of Stinger Missile launchers before it had a chance to do more further damage. Trump and his administrators escaped unscathed.

 

Three nuclear U.S submarines were hijacked. Two out of the three have been recovered by the American Navy. The death toll and the casualties stands at 8,213 while over 15,000 were injured. More than half severely wounded and are in critical condition. I watched the aftermath in horror. Bodies everywhere on the asphalt (and charred remains). Several building destroyed and the fighter fighter are trying to do their best to put out the flames. I saw the hand of a child sticking out of a body bag before it was zipped close.

 

The survivors were weeping. President Trump later at a secluded safe location addressed the nation later that night about the deceased and the attack, declaring it a be a terrorist attack on U.S soil. And the worse terrorist attack in history The man who was responsible for this attack was non other than me. The FBI and CIA worked together in a short amount of time link my involvement with Al-Qaeda. Al-Qaeda leader Ayman al-Zawahiri the next day live stream of him holding hands with me. 

 

Trump did not hesitate informally comment on his twitter page. “We will get this traitor! We will get this SOB! (him referring to me). America will rebound! Justice will be serve!” Of course you have the stupid trolls on YT and other social media. Trump then declares that America will be going to war with Al-Qaeda unleashed terror on American that has not seen for nearly 20 years. I could not take it any more.

 

A 5.0 billion bounty on my head and me being world no. 1 enemy is beyond imaginable and absurd. This had to be a nightmare I said to myself. This can't be real. I subconsciously stood up and came out of the room limping. Not expecting a staircase, I tumbled down it and wailed in pain. I must be in the living room when my head was pumping from my fall. My legs ached and my vision became blurry was again. Several females rushed to my side, but I angry swat their hands away yelled at them to stay away from him. The quivered in fear and backed away from me as if I was going to be beat them down like the Taliban would normally do to them.

 

I was not in the right state of mind. All I know is that I have to get away. Then a foot was pressed hard on my back and I looked up at you.

 

“Chicky! Calm yourself! Not everybody believes you did those things. I promise as long as I'm by your side. I will help you clear your name and prove your innocents if you just calm the f-ing down. No use getting hot-headed now. Save your strength,” You sighed at my annoyance. “We will 'together' hunt down and seal Tijasar back into the arc and you will return to your home country with Ayman in custody. Do not give up hope.” You reach out with your hand out and helped me to my feet and walk me to a chair You pinched my ears.

 

“Awww! What was that for?”

 

You growled and crossed your arms angrily, "Stupid idiot! I have to patch up your wounds again!”

 

 

DREAM PART 5

 

10:30pm – 10 hours Later

 

 

The streets started quieting down. I sat across the eager to learn the progress of the civil war and was very restless. Three out of the four burqa Afghanistan females did not want to come into contact with me or communicate with me only if needed. They either seemed shy or scare of my presence in the living room as I continued to surf the internet in silent. Occasionally, the elder female spoke to me when she asked me with body language if I need any fluids or nourishment.

 

You were out on the streets on a solo mission, sneaking into the international airport where the U.S armed forces are stationed at. I was worried about you going solo. You seemed to be over confident in your abilities. I wish you would come back quickly because the atmosphere here in the building was very tense. Truth to be told, I'm am too very shy around strangers, especially, women .

 

The women shrieked when multiple gun shots were going off. It sounded like Ak-47s. I closed the laptop and took a deep breath. My heart started to pound, knowing I must somehow communicate with the ladies and try not to stutter with my words. “Um-please... do not p-panic. Stay away from the windows and kill the lights (informal way of saying turn off lights).”

 

As I expected, they did not understand a single word. I sighed with annoyance as I got up from my seat, feeling much better. The women rush to block me from reaching the light switch. They were scared. I did my best with body language to show my intentions. I wanted to shut the lights off so that outsider cannot detect life within this home. I did not want to take the chance just in case the Taliban have reconquered Kabul.

 

The front door opened with the sound of ammunition being discharged. “Get down!” You came flying in. Suddenly, the living room became the center of chaos. I looked over my shoulders, seeing the woman screaming and furniture being shredded. I could here the crackling noises, which means the bullets broken the sound barriers. It just gives you chills spiraling down your spine.

 

One of the woman remained standing and crying. “Stupid woman! Get down!” I shouted. She couldn't hear me, so I took my chances with me being hit and tackled her. As I wrapped my arms around her like a bear hug, I felt one of the pullets penetrated my left shoulder. With too much adrenaline, I hardly even wince or felt any significant pain. I do not know it that was a good or bad sign as I pulled her down to the floor. We were laying sideways.

 

The woman was trashing, try to free herself from my grip. “Lady! Are you crazy! You will get shot!” The guns shot muted most of my screaming. Not like she would under stand me. I heard you scream,

 

“Chicky!” you yelled. “THE DRONE! USE THE DRONES! HACK THEM!”

 

“WHAT!” I shouted back. “What F-ing drone!”

 

“IDIOT! CONSINTRATE!”

 

I did as you say. I close my eye and pictured myself inside a drone. I opened my eye. My eyes became watery. Next thng, my eyes or sight was inside a black and white thermal satellite camera, with a birds eye view of Kabul under siege. I soon realize this is the drone cockpit view of a virtual reality google (first person view). Suddenly, there were multiple screens of multiple drone cockpits. This is an awesome feeling. I'm controlling the drone with my mind.

 

I started zooming in with the cockpit camera on the horde of Taliban insurgence. I could see multiple mussel flashes in the distance. I heard you screaming to hurry the hell up. My concern shooting from a drone was the missile. If this is the standard US military drone, it would be suicide just to nuke the Taliban. No only that I will end up killing our fellow neighboring civilians, but ourselves as well.

 

I sighed with relief that the gambles were loaded with machine guns that I could not identify. I do not know how I did it. My mind subconsciously synchronized and commanded the drones and the opened fire on the hostiles in the streets. Describing the filling was just like playing a video game without controllers and trying to look left, right, up and down at the same time. Bodies started falling and the remaining hostiles recognize the danger and started shooting at the drones.

 

There were several hostile on roof top. Even from a far distance I could see their stance and how they were resting their weapons over their shoulder that has the dominate eye (the eye that is used for aiming the the sights). Playing modern warfare games like Call of Duty and Bad Company—watching many war films and real footage of the US and NATO coalition being fired upon over.

 

I knew for certain that they were aiming those infamous RPG (Rocket Propel Grenade) launchers. The first wave of pointed warheads meanders and misses the drones. I shivered apprehensively of the knowledge of them launching these warheads into the building. Were are sitting ducks. It will be difficult downing the RPGs without damaging property and lost of innocent life. I must act quickly before they discovered that all the drones are being manned by me inside the complex.

 

One of the RPGs manages to blow one drone from the sky as I see the screen of that cockpit go offline install. I made that suckered pay dearly with his life as he left himself expose from celebrating his moment of triumph. His body tumpled off a rooftop and out of sight. It never took me that long to wipeout the remaining hostile.

 

“All clear!” I yelled. The women wept.

 

“Chicky! Nice wor—”

 

I totally forgot about the woman that was laying beside me in my arms. She shrieked, broke free of my arms and kicked in in the grapefruits. Damnation! I screamed mentally, holding my groin. You broke into laughter when the lady was explaining that I was molesting her and groping her breasts as you translated.

 

“Preposterous accusation!” I spat in agony.

 

 

DREAM PART 6

 

You translated my words to her, “All I did is save your live. Your body would have been filled with bullet holes.”

 

“Now now. Don't go flaming now. Mariam here will like to apologize for the misunderstanding.”

 

I only grunted as a response. The other women appeared beside me, snickering. For the first time, none of them appear to be scare of me. Their spirits have. The elder inspect my left shoulder and patched me up. No one seemed injured.

 

“We have to get out of here. What is left of the Afghan Police will be here . Chicky, your face cannot being in public.”

 

“Dah...I know the drill,” I whined like a child. “My face is bandaged up like a mummy. I should have no problem slipping through the night past Afghan sentries and the Taliban. Well you ladies get your belongs while I go outside.”

 

We hear the neighbors got of of their homes. I was the first to step out. The streets were filled Taliban corpses. My heart beat like a drum. My gut twisted with guilt. Not only did I kill a human being but massacre a platoon. I snapped myself out of my wits and began looting the dead for weapons. I looted a pair of dirks and I took one of the Ak-47 assault rifles.

 

I played round around with the function, trying to identifying the safety, the decocker and the magazine button or valve to release the magazine, which was the first thing I did. It was easy to find. And typically with most rifles, the cocker is a slider the is located on the right (on most rifles) that you crank back and forth to fully kitten the firearm. I could not locate the safety, so I dry fire. To my surprise, one round was till loaded it discharged.

 

As I was thought by my dad when I was an infant with my first air rifle that shoots both BB and pellets and at a gun club also always hold and keep the butt end of a rifle snugged against your shoulder (that has the dominate eye) when pulling the trigger rather to hot a live ammo or imply dry fire to prevent any accident. Otherwise, the recoil would have slammed the butt end of the rifle into me most likely to cause injury.

 

“Do you even know how to use that?” You smirked.

 

I loaded a magazine and cranked the cocker to kitten the assault rifles with a clicking sound to follow.

 

I smiled gleeful, “We all set? Lets get moving.”

 

 

DREAM PART 7

 

My legs were still not 100%, but I'm able to walk on my own. The one named Mariam put a turban on my head, which caught me off guard. I lowered my head very shy fully. “T-hank you.” I said pathetically

 

“It was my husband',” You translated for Mariam. “I thought you might like it.” You finished with a smirk plastered over your face.

 

A loud roared broke the sound of a thumping as onlookers scrambled back into their buildings. The sound of a thumping footstep to follow, which sent tremors beneath our feet. It gives you the goosebumps being in the middle of a Jurassic Park thriller. A behemoth like creature over two stories high appeared out from nowhere. It has the resemblance of a Komodo Dragon with dinosaur scales.

 

“Holy mother of God! WTF is that thing!”

 

“DUDE! That's A drake!” You screamed in horror. “Run for it!”

 

It noticed us. It roared just like a T-Rex. It move so fast for its size. There was no way we would making on foot on open ground. The women shrieked as they ran after you.

 

“Tala! Lead the woman trough the woman through the alley! GO GO GO!”

 

“I know! I know the way!”

 

I grunted has my legs started throbbing with pain. The creature started sprinting. Its mouth opened. I could see sparks accumulating within its mouth. Oh my god! I forgot that people like to call them land dragons in rpg, mmorpg etc. I empty my magazine, hoping it could at least stall the drake from unleashing a wrath of inferno breath in my direction.

 

The bullets had little to no effect. Am massive wall of flame burst headed towards me. I quickly strafed leftwards into the alley and dove forwards. I could hear the flame being passed behind me. I was lucky that it did not spread like an explosions or my ass would have been roasted chicken. I ran in a straight line about 50 meters as I heard the drake hurdling through buildings trying to get to me.

 

The civilian evacuated their homes and ran in the same direction I was heading. The alley led to another road. Someone was hoking their horn. There was a hummer and a U.S military Humvee. You waited patiently for me.

 

“Get in there and mount the gun!” You said as you headed towards the passenger

 

I entered the Humvee. It was quite spacious inside. Then I got a closer look at the driver. It is Pandy or Philip; username FireFox at Heaven&Earth. That Mr. Bean and Johnny English with eye glasses on. It was too dark to see what Pandy was wearing. Only his head and shoulders were visible. I rolled my eyes sarcastically. I should have known better that you were no the only one here from H&E.

 

“FireFox! What the hell are you doing here? How the heck did you find us” I asked.

 

“Questions later!” He spoke with such a a strange accent that I never heard of. “Mount the turret. The machine gun is already loaded and c.o.c.k.e.d. Just aimed through the sighs just like any other firearm and pushed down with two thumbs on the trigger! Do your bloody best to keep its mouth shut. If it is to breath just a pint on us, we will be sear into crispy critters! Hurry and get up there before I kick your a** out!”

 

I could only laughed. Philip is just much as a stern a-hole with as I imagined him to be. However, that's the best part I like about him. He can give you numerous middle fingers and threaten to cut off your hands and feed it to his hell hound and tell you to suck on a bag of penises. That is just the male-tsundere opposite effect that he has on me and Milan. When he's in a bad mood (he's in a good mood). Vicer versa, which is why you normal don't see him being too mellow.

 

The drake looked like Godzilla rampaging through buildings, pursuing its target or prey. I got up above and mount the turret and left the Ak-47 underneath the backseat. I climbed up with the momentum of the wind blowing against the back of my head. I studied the the machine and I was not surprise to be mounting a 50.caliber M2 machine gun. I was mesmerism by its appearance. I always wanted to shoot one of these guns just once. This is one of those endeavor that I put on my bucket list.

 

Pandy started following the hummer as the driver behind the wheel of that vehicle obviously seem to have the intention of leading the drake away from the villages. It roared angrily like a T-Rex as it was giving it best effort to keep up with us as we were going over 45 miles per. Sweet Jesus! I said to myself as the creature seems to be getting closer about 30 meters, trailing behind. Now for the moment of glory that I was so waiting to basks in the thrill of shooting a M2 machine gun. I knew where the trigger was located.

 

“Let's get this baby can do!” I said as I pressed the trigger down with both thumbs.

 

 

DREAM PART 8

 

11:00pm Afghanistan, Kabul

(Aria Town, Airport Rd)

 

*Dooh Dooh Dooh Dooh*

 

My body bobbed up and down from the recoil and vibrations this gun was producing. Perhaps the loudest thing I ever heard in my life. The creature wailed as it backed away with the sound of bullet penetrating flesh. One last desperate effort, it gathered fire through the opening of its draw as sparks accumulated within its mouth. It was going to breath fire on us.

 

I climbed down and shouted, “It's going to blow fire hold on!”

 

Pandy cursed and I didn't care as I race up to the turret which only took less than two seconds and just in time for it to discharge a massive wall of flame. I aimed for the mouth, which was not really a hard target 50 meters out to hit. I'm desperately hoping for its attack to backfire like an explosion of shooting a canister or gas tank. With luck, it did just that. I celebrated with my kill and climbed down.

 

Before I could respond and boast about my moment of triumph, “Get back up, Chicky! We are not out of the clear just yet! Look!”

 

“You got to be kidding me!” I exclaimed with disappointment. We were on the road next to the international airport where for drakes were inbound, coming from out two o'clock (position). They were appropriately 200 meters out. From the way they move, that was not far because they could cover distance rapidly and be within your face inn a blink of an eye if you are not prepare.

 

The airport and runway was in ruins and U.S arm forces vehicles were in flames. That was a good thing because the Taliban, Al Qeada and any Islamic regime cannot obtained the technology. I see flashes of strobe lights coming from the the manhole like opening in the roof of the Humvee. I spotted a squadron of robotic qaudcopters (drones) with machine guns.

 

There were following us all this time. They must have been high up where I couldn't see when I first exited the ruined building to inspect the gunned down Taliban. What does this mean? Are they spying on us or what. Something does not seem right, so I went down.

 

“What is it now?” Pandy said impatiently.

 

“Why are the drones following us? It's the same ones I hacked into a while ago.”

 

“Is there a light blue blinking light coming from them?” You retorted.

 

“Yes. I see them. Why do ask?”

 

“Oh my God, Chicky! You know what that means! You are still in control!”

 

“Just bloody great news! Now distract the drakes and conserve ammo!” Pandy laughed.

 

Very funny, I thought. I found it rather awkward very untypical like behavior of Philips. I concentrate and focus my mind to the drones again. This time I did not control them, just gave them a command. The squadron flew over us in attack formation. That was awesome. Not only control them but I can command them if they were AI( artificial intelligence) robots. They engaged the drakes and they were force to abandon their pursuit on us just in time for us to put a distance ahead from them out of sight.

 

“Crimson, you really are a freak you know that!” Pandy continued laughing in an awkward manner that even you were furrowing your brows.

 

“Tell me about it,” I said with sarcasm and sighed. I was starting to feel weary. Maybe too much exertion. Suddenly my mind was filled with data. Most of the drones have been obliterated. Tijasar and a person dressed in a butterfly color robe where standing the leading drake's head like in Naruto.

 

“Not good at all! It seems like the Black Crow is after us, using the drakes! My guess that he's come for his Black Sky,” I saw your shoulders slump with a slight shiver.

 

“Is the person wearing a butterfly hue robe?” Pandy asked as his mood suddenly became bitter

 

“Why do you ask?”

 

“Just answer the f-ing question!”

 

“Sweet Jesus! Just calm the f*** down!”

 

“You don't tell me what I want to hear! I will throw you ou—”

 

“For Christ''s sake, will you two just shut up! Philip! Let Chicky finish. And you,” you glared at me. “Stop messing around,” you sighed. This time I sensed a shift of emotions from you. Now you look very concern. “Does the person you saw next to Tijisar have a butterfly color tunic?”

 

“It is very dark, but the images in my head indicates that!”

 

“S***! S***! S***!” You pounded the steering wheels with your hands. “He's got her. The fri*** bas**** has her!”

 

“Hey! Hey! Hands on the steering wheel!” I yelled.

 

“Chicky... that is our Khaleesi.” You said it sadly.

 

 

DREAM PART 9

 

“How the hell did she end up with him?”

 

“Tijisar is a female charmer and is capable of stealing his victim's powers as his own,” you said solemnly. “And its all my fault that all this is happening. The reason why only 101 people have been gifted.”

 

“Not all of them are bad just like us,” Pandy said.

 

“He's right,” I said. “There nothing we can do about it. We can't change the past. We can only strive and move forward. Besides, its not like you intended all this fiasco to happen. We will get her backs. As you say, our Khaleesi or Pandy's,” I said with a soft laugh, brightening up our spirits. “I know that look,” I teased. “I wonder how Iris will feel about your infidelities,” I cackled like an old woman lol.

 

“Crimson, you full of s*** you know that,” Pandy. “Iris and I are no longer a thing. We are separated.”

 

“Since when?” You cut in quite outraged. “How did it happen?”

 

“What. . . . She didn't tell you our relationship was a joke? She needed a boyfriend. I really had no feelings for her and I help her out as a good friend and pretended to be her lover. She has eyes for someone. That I have no clue who is her prince charming is,” Pandy laughs.

 

“You couldn't full me,” I said sarcastically. “Well that means I get a shot at the Flamingo Princess.” I teased.

 

You laughed very silly and said, “There you have it. Rotten, pervy KFC unleashed,” You rolled your eyes sarcastically. “Iris will stomp your a** you know that.” You stuck your tongue out.

 

“At least she's not a crazy, she-devil Lebanese and does not treat as an old man like a certain some, screaming Milan-Koon this! Milan-Koon!” I gave you the taste of your ownmedicine of tongue teasing.

 

Pandy cackled like an old hag, which is uncharacteristic like.

 

“You two seriously need to get room. Too much bulls*** for me in one day.”

 

“As if,” You rolled you eyes sarcastically.

 

We laughed all together. The moment was ruined when an immense boulder flew across us from our left. It nearly missed us by half a meter. I saw what threw that damn thing at us. It was a very tall humanoid creature perhaps four stories tall on two human legs running full sprint towards us. This was f-ing unbelievable.

 

“Oh my God! It's a giant,” you said.

 

“What now! Attack on Titan!” I whined.

 

Author's Note: This is the part where I first mention about the dream. Although, I sadly mistaken Philip driving a Jeep from a Humvee.

 

 

DREAM PART 10

 

“Get back on the gun!” Pandy scream Bloody Marry.

 

What remains of my drone went out and harassed the creature as it approaches us. The sky lit up like fireworks, seeing the muzzle flashes. I aimed the M2 machine gun and fired. The giant throw another boulder towards us, which force Pandy to make a sharp left turn. My back slammed hard against the rail. I winced and groaned.

 

I hold on to the railing with al my might as Pandy unintentionally is fish-tailed momentarily. I regain consciousness after a slight back out. My ribs were in an excruciating state. Hopefully, I didn't crack anything. I had no time to think about that. My ears are hurting from the 50.cal rounds. I see a lot of bronze being dumped. I noticed it were the shell casings of the bullets raining onto the pavement.

 

The drones seems to be out of ammo. That is a bummer. Still, I don't know how are the qaudcopters still have power to remain in flight. Drone Rc users of quad copters don't last that long with a minimum of ten minutes per flight before it loses power. It's powered by four roters. As I expected, the Gianst were chasing us instead of going after the hummer with all the Afghan women. I heard pandy shouting bellow, “Keep firing! I will use a force teliportation once we!”

 

“That sounds quite a lot of mana consumption. Have you ever transported two vehicles full of passengers.”

 

“I set a way point just outside Kabul just for emergency situations like this. The amount of mana that will be needed ” I head Pandy radio in to the driver of the hummer. “Yo! Milie! Where the heck are!”

 

Milie as in Milan? I said to myself.

 

“Had to do a bit of detour. Less than 50 meters behind your a**. Pandy, is Tala safe and do you have the rotten chicken!”

 

“Never mind about that! Just hurry up and get withing ten meters so I can warp all of us back to base!”

 

“Thats a big haul,” Milan said. “Can you manage to pull it off?”

 

“Shut your trap! And hurry the f*** up!”

 

 

DREAM PART 11

 

“Shut your trap! And hurry the f*** up!”

 

I'm out of bullets. The giant fell on its back. Behind it, the drakes leaped over it. I could see Tijisar and Khaleesi stood on the head of the drake in the middle formation.

 

“Guys! I'm out of ammo and we got company!”

 

“Milan!” Where the the f*** are you!”

 

“Approaching your a**! Hang on tight. We are in for a little bumpy ride!”

 

“Crimson! Get your a** down here and buckle up!”

 

I have no idea what the what was in store for me or what is about to happen. I just listen and did what Pandy said and climbed down from the turret and buckled up in the back seat. The sensation around me suddenly felt weird as if someone were nudging there hand against my back, trying to push me down to the floor.

 

“What's going on?” I asked when I felt like I got sucker punch in the gut. I groaned.

 

“It's the g-force of Milan's abilities! Just try to endure it! The sensation will past!”

 

Objects such as cars were being crushed and crumble from inside out. I sure hope that there were no people or at lease non hostiles like civilians in the automobiles or collapsed structures. The drakes suddenly halted their pursuit and started combining their fire, flame throwing breath technique into one attack.

 

Just incredible. I said to myself. Very creepy. Milan could kill any one of us without so much as lifting a finger or break a sweat. Such ability reminds my of the Heroes TV show and the manga My Hero Academia. The wall of flame was pushed back and extinguished instantly. I see the hummer behind us as I felt Milan rubbing the hummer's front fender/bumper against the back of the Humvee.

 

“I'm out of mana! Do it now!”

 

Pandy started glowing like a strobe light. Next thing I knew, the humvee lost control and spun out of control. I was hurting everywhere. I wasn't to sure where we are because of my blurry vision. I took a glance at you. I could barely make out your voice because my ear drums were pounding. I lost consciousness once again. Deja vu all over again.

 

Iraq, Baghdad

December 11 2017

Heaven&Earth Sanctum 6:11 am

 

I woke up with my mouth dry. I was laying on a bed. I survey the room. It look too western. At first, I thought I awaken from a dream being in my bed. To my disappointment, I did not awake in my room. I heard the shower turn off from within the restroom. My eyes surveyed the room once again. It looked as it appears to be when someone just moved in for the first time and first use.

 

I had a king size bed with nothing but white sheets and a billow with white casing. There is a wooden pc table to my right. It had three PC and a desktop... wait. That is my PC! (Yes my real one). There was a suitcase. It was already opened. And I was not surprise I see some of my belonging and attires. How the blood did they got my things?

 

“Tala?” I called out. “Where are we? And why do you have my things? How did you obtain them?”

 

“Be out in a minute! There's snacks and drinks in the fridge. Help yourself!”

 

I stood up from the bed and hurried towards the fridge. I'm surprise this quarters has a house size standard refrigerator. Inside, had bags of snack label in an Arabic language. There was no way for me to tell if this was Afghan food. The picture looked like potato chips. I surveyed the beverages. There were water bottles also labeled in a certain Arabic language. There were juice boxes that you insert the straw on the top. Varieties of flavors from strawberry to apple juice also labeled in a language I could not read. Maybe these are Lebanese. Make sense if this was your room.

 

The bottom of the fridge had brighten my mood quite suddenly. There is a six pack American lager Budweiser Beer and Heineken. Perfect, I said to myself. What perfect way to clear my mind and start the day. My mom would be cursing at me for drinking first thing in the mourning if I was back home. I decided to pop open a green bottle of Heineken. I gulped down the first beer bottle within two minutes. I ate half the potato chips. I booted up my desktop and it took my to the Microsoft Windows 10 login window. I login and it and all my files and program remains as I last login. I sighed with relieve. My GoM novel is on this hard-drive and will all my games and programs.

 

I opened a second bottle of Heineken. I got just quarter way through the bottle when I heard the restroom door open and steamed pour out. It was filled with your scent and shampoo. It did not mesh in well with my taste buds, full of beer. I did not see the Black Sky. All I saw is a beautiful, elegant girl wearing nothing but my extra large black T-shirt and your hair intertwine with your bath towel over your hair like a turban. Moister dripping from your skin.

 

It was all too much for my mind to register at once. If this were any fictional anime. I would have gotten a major nose bleed. Instead, I choke and inhaled my beer at the same time as the beer went down. I a spat out the fluids into a misty spray all over the computer desk. I coughed and hunched over ready to puke.

 

[T XD]

 

We sleep in one small room, in one bed! We are poor like that!

 

What anime would you recommend to me, and why?

 

Since you love bananas so much. Here is something for you!

 

I am in the story? I am scared to ask!

I meant going to another house where I would sleep soundly if you kept screaming

 

Shinjeki no Kyoujin cause it's very realistic in its life approach, mature rated, gory and great story and characters

 

I know you would say something like that someday concerning bananas

 

Yup since the part before the recent one

 

yes I'll put a description of him soon

A physical analysis of a shape shifter

 

You both are very naught girls 

 

Chocolates and a Banana of mine 

 

Good God! Keep it to yourself 

 

Yes his ability is awesome. You have the knowledge of the Middle-East when I'm still very inept. I amuse any language written in text from the Middle-East is Arabic.   I know that a lot of woman or Afghan folk speak Dari and Pahsto. I know about the honor/shameful killings and men grow out their hair and beard as a way of being dominate over women. Men reffer to 

Your brain is naught to be used

 

Are you really meaning something pervert with that ?

 

Chicky, you seem to have some error information about Middle-East with its geography, the different cultures from country to country and the people XD

Firstly, Afghanistan is not in the Middle East. It's in Central Asia

Secondly, there are no honor and shameful killings. You kill, you go to the court to get your prison sentence and whatever else the procedure holds then to jail.

Thirdly, if a man growing out their hair and beard, it doesn't mean a way of being dominate. It's either they feel like to, or related to an aspect concerning certain community among a certain country.

Fourthly, there's no cloth that only muslims or Arabs or whatever related to them collectively that they only wear. The cloth that you described in your stories are worn if there's a person traveling through a desert to prevent sun burn and to not inhale the air with particles of sand, or they're from ISIS to hide their identity like the one you see on TV cause muslim citizens everywhere in the world don't wear this cloth.

If you want to know more about clothes, there's only one cultural cloth that Gulf Countries in ME wear if the citizens want to, which I think you saw some who wear white robe with a white cloth-like on their head.

Each geographical group of areas in the globe don't have the same cultural and social ways as the other...And that's what I remember for now

 

You'll scare the females from this thread if you keep posting scary stuff!

That's sexist If one is a female, it doesn't that she'll be scared. Everything depends on the person. You should know that Mimz

 

Philip   Pandy's here

 

Is it true that you and Iris aren't together as a couply here anymore ? >.<

[FireFox]

 

This is how it's used!

Or shall we go with this one?

 

 

Yeah! He posts them as dream parts in his posts! I don't read them. But I was informed I have a cool op power!

Let me search his post history to find them. It will take some time!

Found them!

Story

DREAM PART 1

 

That  night when I went to bed, I awaken and found my self in a hangar filled with Muslims with AK-47 in their arms. They were dressed in normal or you can say Arabic terrorist clothing. They had turbans and veils concealing their faces. I was tied to a chair with my hands behind my back. My ankles were also tied. Chattering dies down as I stared into the video camera, knowing what this procedure is all about. Ever since Sept 9-11 I've seen what the Taliband on youtube video on live  Islamic  terrorist executions. The hangar suddenly became quite. Confusion was written over my face. My mouth was gagged with sour cloth or fabric of some sort.

 

The terrorists approached me and mutter in their Arabic language. Of course I could not understand what they were saying even when they started interrogating me and torturing me. Throwing water into my face. Punching me and hitting me with the but ends of their rifles. My face busted open all I can see were the leering faces and hear them screaming. Their saliva penetrated their veil and splattered over my face. I could even smell their foul putrid breath and odor. Still could not understand a single word. No offense, but all I hear or my mind could register the symbols or phrases, "Ablaah Dahhhhbaaak Duubluubloo!" 

 

Then a man dressed in black with a leather  gun belt stoped the men from torturing me. He removed his veil and he had several war cars over his face. He was perhaps several years older than me in his mid thirties. He had braided goatee and black hair as dark as the abyss. Despite the scars, this man easily can be mistaken of an Arab celebrity. Behind him, my heart clenched when I saw the executioner sharpening the infamous falcon sword that is know to decapitate Christians and American reporters on film. The man gave  his men the command to stand down and back away from me in their language as I could guest by the body language.

 

They started recording and live streaming. Perhaps broadcasting to the entire world. The man spoke in English, apologizes for his men roughing me up and reassures me everything will be alright if I cooperate and he will let me go unharmed. At the point, I knew it was a bluff and my life was over. The man introduced himself as Tijasar the Black Crow. I barely pronounced his named mainly do to the trauma I endured  He said, "I'm looking for someone in particular. A silly lass. The Black Sky. Tell me the her exact location and position. I want details, Mr. Bar-Betos (He tries to pronounced my surname. Epic failure.)

 

I said are you kitten me in my mind! Is this the Marvel Universe? I responded, "I-I do-don't know th-this Black Sky."

 

"Oh but you do know her. You have been in contact with her for nearly two years through the internet. You socialize her through a social forum called Heaven & Earth." I suddenly became alert. My bloody eyes were agape. I started to have a bad feeling about and some how my gut feeling told me who he was talking about. He held out a photo. "Photo of the Black Sky. It's a little bit outdated." I looked closely at the teenage girl. And all I could say to my self are you kidding me with a dumbfounded look plaster over my face when all I can do is mutter out your name, "Ta-la?"

 

 

DREAM PART 2

 

“Oh yes. You do know her alright.” Tijasar beckoned the men to drag in two people that stood before me. It was a beautiful Muslim woman, despite her cheeks have been swollen and her eyes develop the black bruising of a black eye. Her hijab was torn and her face and parts of her body were exposed. Judging from her torn attire, I can only fear that she was abused and brutally raped. She was holding a boy no more than ten years old in her arms. They boy remained strong with tried tears in his eyes.
 
I watched Tijasar flipped open a laptop and he showed my a U.S government file on me. My heart nearly leaped out of my mouth. This is the history of my existence where I was born. Where I lived and went to school all my life. Not only that, the file I was reading even describes the way I live and how I used the internet. Everything down to the fullest details. I told myself. This was impossible. How the f- did they know everything about me?
 
Tijasar stopped scrolling down an highlighted one of the paragraphs on the laptop. “It says here you have great fondness of a mother's affection. You love your mother dearly.” I did not like the way he said that. Now I started fearing for the worse. They what happen to my mom? And what's become of my family. And still there was that question. How the heck and where the hell did they dig up all that intel on me?
 
I knew with their current technology, there was no way these Arabs have the gizmos as the America and the training to perform a sophisticated top of the line espionage. I can only think of one lead. The U.S government and the current Commander In Chief. “Relax. Your mother is just fine. But this mother is not.” He said pointing towards the beaten woman. “That is interesting. You based the concept of your main character Eddie and his mother . . .”
 
“What h-have you done to her?” I spit out blood, hoping that he will go back onto topic.
 
“This woman was the wife of my lieutenant an adulterer and this boy is her illegitimate son.”
 
The women bagged, pleaded and cried. I could not understand her Arabic tongue. The executioner slipped behind her. “Adultery is a severe crime and punishable by death. However, I will pardon this woman's death sentence on one condition. The location and current position of the Black Sky? You are very fond of a mother's affection. You do not want to it stripped away from this boy's eyes.”
 
So much countless thoughts plagued my mind. My heart beat like a drum. My breath labored faster. I had no idea what I should say or respond. I just randomly blurt out, “She's from Lebanon. I swear to God I do not know her exact location and where she lives.” The hangar erupted with laughter. The Black Crow smirked evil. Too quick for my eyes too see, he drew out a handgun from within his tunic and shot the boy from the back cleaned through the cranium as the bullet exited through the forehead.
 
Blood Splattered over my face and all I could hear is the mother screaming and wailing as cuddled with the corpse of her son. The boy never felt a thing and never knew what hit him. It happen to quickly as the woman's head was severed from her shoulders. At that point my mind and vision went blank as black curtain had fallen beside me.
 
I was on the brink of anxiety. Numerous flashes of images cycled through my as if I was steeing through the cockpit of a drone. Next thing I remember awaking and knocked upside down on my back still tied to the chair. The hangar was set ablaze as I tried looking down from the roof towards the exit. The terrorist were on fire two as the hangar filled with horrific screams of agony. The roasted flesh of human stared mixed in with gasoline and burn car oil filled my nostrils.
 
I started coughing. Assault rifles were firing. I see a small figure dressed in all black engaging the hostiles with two golden scimitars. The terrorist were brutal cut down without mercy. Limbs went air born. Heads fell from shoulders. Skulls split in half all the further more gruesome details. The assailant had such a ballet way of weaving through enemies' defenses.
 
The last man laid his menacing eyes of me and came lumbering toward me. He had the the executioner's sword in his left hand while right hand was holding his slit open stomach with the entrails that started pouring and dangling. I try wiggle and pulled hard on the ropes only for it to dig deeper into my wrist with ever struggle. The man never make it as the assailant came up from behind and formed both of its scimitars into a scissors and decapitated the man.
 
In the blink of an eye, the assailant flew onto to me, straddle my waist or lap. I now could tell this person is a female with the smell of perfume. Such a pleasant raspberry aroma. I knew my life was over as she was muttering in her Arabic language and no way to defend myself. Such a beautiful, angelic voice that I some how mistaken it from Latin.
 
I was suddenly caught by surprise with her suddenly speaking in English,“You are not as ugly and big as I imagine. Hmmm still you lack the qualification for my standards.” She rolled back her hood and removed her face mask. Words escape my mouth as I saw your face. More young than the photo you posted at H&E.
 
“Welcome to the Middle-East, Chicky.” Last thing I remember was you stuck your tongue out, grinned mischievously before delivering a right fist haymaker to my chin 

 

 

DREAM PART 3

 

Afghanistan, Kabul

December 10^th 2017

 

I awaken in an abandoned enclosure. My mouth war dry and my eyes felt heavy as if all the energy drained from me. I felt very weary. The smell of roasted lamb made my head pound with an troublesome headache hard to endure. My face felt like it was lit on fire. I could not see through my right eye.

 

I stood from the bed and survey the room. Not surprise, the room had such an Islamic look. I saw bandages wrapped around my face like the DC Darkman. An unarmed person with entered the room. To my reaction, I felt like my life was threatened and that I needed to get away. No doubt in my mind that this clothed person is a woman in navy blue. If I'm correct I think they called it a burqa in which the Taliban forces women to wear.

 

I've read a lot of documentaries on the internet and watched videos on Al Qaida, Taliban, ISIS etc. Taliban love to use women as a meat shield and sacrificial lambs for suicide bombing attacks. Her back was to me. I got out of bed quickly as I can. Too much pain coursing through my body made it impossible for me to stand up. I fell back into bed. My vision became blurry.

 

She hurried to my side. She spoke several words that I could not understand. But judging from her body language, I had a pretty good picture in my head that she's telling me not to move and stay put. She then gave me a wooden bowl. “Boh-hor,” she said or as mind mind perceived it. I could see only broth mixed in with vegetables and grains. The meat had to be lamb.

 

This was the first time that I would be eating lamb chops in a bowl of stew. There was a baked bread in the bowl. I noticed there was no utensil. I said to her, “How I so post to eat without any fork or spoon?” She gave me several slices of bread and demonstrated that I use the bread as a scooper. “Bokhor.” She said it again right before she exited the room, “Bokhor.”

 

I enjoyed my supper in peace. My eye darted back in forth, surveying the surroundings for any sign of threat. I could not say rather the meal tasted excellent or not. My mind was too focus on survival and escaping. As I finished my meal, a person set out from the shadows of the corner of the room. Materialized out of no where, which scared the daylights out of me. Now I'm able to get a good description of you. Your abyss looking attire is mixed in with a Assassins Creed like robe with a burqa.

 

“Bokhor. It means 'eat' in the Dari Persian language,” you giggled at me. “So this is the famous Konoha's Crimson Fox of Haven & Earth. As in KFC.” You laughed as you removed your hood and veil. “I never dream of our first meeting would end up being here.”

 

“Likewise,” I retorted. I was not in the mood for pleasantries. I could never imagine why you behave so carefree and brightly as if we were going out on a date. “Where the heck are we?”

 

“Kabul Afghanistan. This nation is currently under siege by drakes. They are searing this nation apart. The Taliban insurgence are starting to reclaim the territories that they've lost since your American forces and joint task force of the NATO invaded back in 2001.”

 

I sighed. No wonder you covered your body and face.

 

“Drakes?” I was dumbfound. “You mean as those land dragon like creatures that breaths fire?”

 

You nodded. “The person is responsible for this incursion is no other than Tajisar The Black Crow. It's even hard for me to believe that he's taken a Lebanese name.”

 

“He's after you. He wants you. He needs you for whatever reason why you are called the Black Sky.” I said with a bit of jealousy. I do not know why I'm feeling this way.

 

“I'm the one that set him free when I opened the Arc of Covenant.”

 

It took a little time for the name to process through my mind. This was the legendary artifact that Moses created with the Israelites that held pieces of the Ten Commandments and Aaron's Rod. The very same artifact that appeared in the Indiana Jones: Raiders of The Lost Ark film. Are you kidding me! I said to myself.

 

“I don't believe you!” I rolled my eye sarcastically.

 

“I don't expect you to believe me. In due time, I hope I will win your trust. In the meantime get some rest. We will be moving out tonight. If you are bored. You can use my Toshiba Laptop and surf the internet. Just click on 'guess'. Don't worry. The language is not set in Lebanese. And don't by any circumstances that you log in to any of your social media and forum accounts such as H&E are off limits.”

 

“And if I do,” I dare say.

 

“Seriously! Are that daft, Chicky? Then by all means suffer the wrath of your country's military and operatives. All your question will be answered on the net. I don't have any internet, so it will be within your abilities to hacked any internet within your range just like you did with that military drone you crashed within the hangar.”

 

“I don't have any computer skill. Nevertheless, I was tied up and was no where near operating any computer. Then tell my how I did. Wave my imaginary magic wand,” I cackled.

 

You laughed back at me, “Chicky. You have your moments. You are funny and moments that your are so stupid. You have to explore and learn how to perfect your skills just as I have.” You suddenly stop talking and looking at me funny. “What? Is there something on my face?”

 

I expressed my goofy self, “Still you never needed to punch me. My jaws are still sore,” I whined.

 

“That's because I can!” There you go again. Teasing me by stretching you right eye and gave me the tongue.

 

I snarled very angry, “You crazy Lebanese!”

 

 

DREAM PART 4

 

I spent that that afternoon, searching through google website. I was surprise to see my face all over the internet. Reading the articles about me was cringeworthy. I couldn't believe my eyes. I'm the most wanted man an terrorist in the world. The Trump Administrations placed 5.5 billion bounty on my head. It is the highest bounty the U.S has placed on a wanted criminal or terrorist since Osama Bin Ladin's assassination.

 

I watched a video clips on youtube at of President Donald Trump addressing the nation at St. Louis Missouri when a military drones fired missiles upon the crowed of 50,000 out side of Trumps press conference. Then it did a kamikaze dive into the building where trump and his administrators were held up at, but it was shot down by Secret Service with the use of Stinger Missile launchers before it had a chance to do more further damage. Trump and his administrators escaped unscathed.

 

Three nuclear U.S submarines were hijacked. Two out of the three have been recovered by the American Navy. The death toll and the casualties stands at 8,213 while over 15,000 were injured. More than half severely wounded and are in critical condition. I watched the aftermath in horror. Bodies everywhere on the asphalt (and charred remains). Several building destroyed and the fighter fighter are trying to do their best to put out the flames. I saw the hand of a child sticking out of a body bag before it was zipped close.

 

The survivors were weeping. President Trump later at a secluded safe location addressed the nation later that night about the deceased and the attack, declaring it a be a terrorist attack on U.S soil. And the worse terrorist attack in history The man who was responsible for this attack was non other than me. The FBI and CIA worked together in a short amount of time link my involvement with Al-Qaeda. Al-Qaeda leader Ayman al-Zawahiri the next day live stream of him holding hands with me. 

 

Trump did not hesitate informally comment on his twitter page. “We will get this traitor! We will get this SOB! (him referring to me). America will rebound! Justice will be serve!” Of course you have the stupid trolls on YT and other social media. Trump then declares that America will be going to war with Al-Qaeda unleashed terror on American that has not seen for nearly 20 years. I could not take it any more.

 

A 5.0 billion bounty on my head and me being world no. 1 enemy is beyond imaginable and absurd. This had to be a nightmare I said to myself. This can't be real. I subconsciously stood up and came out of the room limping. Not expecting a staircase, I tumbled down it and wailed in pain. I must be in the living room when my head was pumping from my fall. My legs ached and my vision became blurry was again. Several females rushed to my side, but I angry swat their hands away yelled at them to stay away from him. The quivered in fear and backed away from me as if I was going to be beat them down like the Taliban would normally do to them.

 

I was not in the right state of mind. All I know is that I have to get away. Then a foot was pressed hard on my back and I looked up at you.

 

“Chicky! Calm yourself! Not everybody believes you did those things. I promise as long as I'm by your side. I will help you clear your name and prove your innocents if you just calm the f-ing down. No use getting hot-headed now. Save your strength,” You sighed at my annoyance. “We will 'together' hunt down and seal Tijasar back into the arc and you will return to your home country with Ayman in custody. Do not give up hope.” You reach out with your hand out and helped me to my feet and walk me to a chair You pinched my ears.

 

“Awww! What was that for?”

 

You growled and crossed your arms angrily, "Stupid idiot! I have to patch up your wounds again!”

 

 

DREAM PART 5

 

10:30pm – 10 hours Later

 

 

The streets started quieting down. I sat across the eager to learn the progress of the civil war and was very restless. Three out of the four burqa Afghanistan females did not want to come into contact with me or communicate with me only if needed. They either seemed shy or scare of my presence in the living room as I continued to surf the internet in silent. Occasionally, the elder female spoke to me when she asked me with body language if I need any fluids or nourishment.

 

You were out on the streets on a solo mission, sneaking into the international airport where the U.S armed forces are stationed at. I was worried about you going solo. You seemed to be over confident in your abilities. I wish you would come back quickly because the atmosphere here in the building was very tense. Truth to be told, I'm am too very shy around strangers, especially, women .

 

The women shrieked when multiple gun shots were going off. It sounded like Ak-47s. I closed the laptop and took a deep breath. My heart started to pound, knowing I must somehow communicate with the ladies and try not to stutter with my words. “Um-please... do not p-panic. Stay away from the windows and kill the lights (informal way of saying turn off lights).”

 

As I expected, they did not understand a single word. I sighed with annoyance as I got up from my seat, feeling much better. The women rush to block me from reaching the light switch. They were scared. I did my best with body language to show my intentions. I wanted to shut the lights off so that outsider cannot detect life within this home. I did not want to take the chance just in case the Taliban have reconquered Kabul.

 

The front door opened with the sound of ammunition being discharged. “Get down!” You came flying in. Suddenly, the living room became the center of chaos. I looked over my shoulders, seeing the woman screaming and furniture being shredded. I could here the crackling noises, which means the bullets broken the sound barriers. It just gives you chills spiraling down your spine.

 

One of the woman remained standing and crying. “Stupid woman! Get down!” I shouted. She couldn't hear me, so I took my chances with me being hit and tackled her. As I wrapped my arms around her like a bear hug, I felt one of the pullets penetrated my left shoulder. With too much adrenaline, I hardly even wince or felt any significant pain. I do not know it that was a good or bad sign as I pulled her down to the floor. We were laying sideways.

 

The woman was trashing, try to free herself from my grip. “Lady! Are you crazy! You will get shot!” The guns shot muted most of my screaming. Not like she would under stand me. I heard you scream,

 

“Chicky!” you yelled. “THE DRONE! USE THE DRONES! HACK THEM!”

 

“WHAT!” I shouted back. “What F-ing drone!”

 

“IDIOT! CONSINTRATE!”

 

I did as you say. I close my eye and pictured myself inside a drone. I opened my eye. My eyes became watery. Next thng, my eyes or sight was inside a black and white thermal satellite camera, with a birds eye view of Kabul under siege. I soon realize this is the drone cockpit view of a virtual reality google (first person view). Suddenly, there were multiple screens of multiple drone cockpits. This is an awesome feeling. I'm controlling the drone with my mind.

 

I started zooming in with the cockpit camera on the horde of Taliban insurgence. I could see multiple mussel flashes in the distance. I heard you screaming to hurry the hell up. My concern shooting from a drone was the missile. If this is the standard US military drone, it would be suicide just to nuke the Taliban. No only that I will end up killing our fellow neighboring civilians, but ourselves as well.

 

I sighed with relief that the gambles were loaded with machine guns that I could not identify. I do not know how I did it. My mind subconsciously synchronized and commanded the drones and the opened fire on the hostiles in the streets. Describing the filling was just like playing a video game without controllers and trying to look left, right, up and down at the same time. Bodies started falling and the remaining hostiles recognize the danger and started shooting at the drones.

 

There were several hostile on roof top. Even from a far distance I could see their stance and how they were resting their weapons over their shoulder that has the dominate eye (the eye that is used for aiming the the sights). Playing modern warfare games like Call of Duty and Bad Company—watching many war films and real footage of the US and NATO coalition being fired upon over.

 

I knew for certain that they were aiming those infamous RPG (Rocket Propel Grenade) launchers. The first wave of pointed warheads meanders and misses the drones. I shivered apprehensively of the knowledge of them launching these warheads into the building. Were are sitting ducks. It will be difficult downing the RPGs without damaging property and lost of innocent life. I must act quickly before they discovered that all the drones are being manned by me inside the complex.

 

One of the RPGs manages to blow one drone from the sky as I see the screen of that cockpit go offline install. I made that suckered pay dearly with his life as he left himself expose from celebrating his moment of triumph. His body tumpled off a rooftop and out of sight. It never took me that long to wipeout the remaining hostile.

 

“All clear!” I yelled. The women wept.

 

“Chicky! Nice wor—”

 

I totally forgot about the woman that was laying beside me in my arms. She shrieked, broke free of my arms and kicked in in the grapefruits. Damnation! I screamed mentally, holding my groin. You broke into laughter when the lady was explaining that I was molesting her and groping her breasts as you translated.

 

“Preposterous accusation!” I spat in agony.

 

 

DREAM PART 6

 

You translated my words to her, “All I did is save your live. Your body would have been filled with bullet holes.”

 

“Now now. Don't go flaming now. Mariam here will like to apologize for the misunderstanding.”

 

I only grunted as a response. The other women appeared beside me, snickering. For the first time, none of them appear to be scare of me. Their spirits have. The elder inspect my left shoulder and patched me up. No one seemed injured.

 

“We have to get out of here. What is left of the Afghan Police will be here . Chicky, your face cannot being in public.”

 

“Dah...I know the drill,” I whined like a child. “My face is bandaged up like a mummy. I should have no problem slipping through the night past Afghan sentries and the Taliban. Well you ladies get your belongs while I go outside.”

 

We hear the neighbors got of of their homes. I was the first to step out. The streets were filled Taliban corpses. My heart beat like a drum. My gut twisted with guilt. Not only did I kill a human being but massacre a platoon. I snapped myself out of my wits and began looting the dead for weapons. I looted a pair of dirks and I took one of the Ak-47 assault rifles.

 

I played round around with the function, trying to identifying the safety, the decocker and the magazine button or valve to release the magazine, which was the first thing I did. It was easy to find. And typically with most rifles, the cocker is a slider the is located on the right (on most rifles) that you crank back and forth to fully kitten the firearm. I could not locate the safety, so I dry fire. To my surprise, one round was till loaded it discharged.

 

As I was thought by my dad when I was an infant with my first air rifle that shoots both BB and pellets and at a gun club also always hold and keep the butt end of a rifle snugged against your shoulder (that has the dominate eye) when pulling the trigger rather to hot a live ammo or imply dry fire to prevent any accident. Otherwise, the recoil would have slammed the butt end of the rifle into me most likely to cause injury.

 

“Do you even know how to use that?” You smirked.

 

I loaded a magazine and cranked the cocker to kitten the assault rifles with a clicking sound to follow.

 

I smiled gleeful, “We all set? Lets get moving.”

 

 

DREAM PART 7

 

My legs were still not 100%, but I'm able to walk on my own. The one named Mariam put a turban on my head, which caught me off guard. I lowered my head very shy fully. “T-hank you.” I said pathetically

 

“It was my husband',” You translated for Mariam. “I thought you might like it.” You finished with a smirk plastered over your face.

 

A loud roared broke the sound of a thumping as onlookers scrambled back into their buildings. The sound of a thumping footstep to follow, which sent tremors beneath our feet. It gives you the goosebumps being in the middle of a Jurassic Park thriller. A behemoth like creature over two stories high appeared out from nowhere. It has the resemblance of a Komodo Dragon with dinosaur scales.

 

“Holy mother of God! WTF is that thing!”

 

“DUDE! That's A drake!” You screamed in horror. “Run for it!”

 

It noticed us. It roared just like a T-Rex. It move so fast for its size. There was no way we would making on foot on open ground. The women shrieked as they ran after you.

 

“Tala! Lead the woman trough the woman through the alley! GO GO GO!”

 

“I know! I know the way!”

 

I grunted has my legs started throbbing with pain. The creature started sprinting. Its mouth opened. I could see sparks accumulating within its mouth. Oh my god! I forgot that people like to call them land dragons in rpg, mmorpg etc. I empty my magazine, hoping it could at least stall the drake from unleashing a wrath of inferno breath in my direction.

 

The bullets had little to no effect. Am massive wall of flame burst headed towards me. I quickly strafed leftwards into the alley and dove forwards. I could hear the flame being passed behind me. I was lucky that it did not spread like an explosions or my ass would have been roasted chicken. I ran in a straight line about 50 meters as I heard the drake hurdling through buildings trying to get to me.

 

The civilian evacuated their homes and ran in the same direction I was heading. The alley led to another road. Someone was hoking their horn. There was a hummer and a U.S military Humvee. You waited patiently for me.

 

“Get in there and mount the gun!” You said as you headed towards the passenger

 

I entered the Humvee. It was quite spacious inside. Then I got a closer look at the driver. It is Pandy or Philip; username FireFox at Heaven&Earth. That Mr. Bean and Johnny English with eye glasses on. It was too dark to see what Pandy was wearing. Only his head and shoulders were visible. I rolled my eyes sarcastically. I should have known better that you were no the only one here from H&E.

 

“FireFox! What the hell are you doing here? How the heck did you find us” I asked.

 

“Questions later!” He spoke with such a a strange accent that I never heard of. “Mount the turret. The machine gun is already loaded and c.o.c.k.e.d. Just aimed through the sighs just like any other firearm and pushed down with two thumbs on the trigger! Do your bloody best to keep its mouth shut. If it is to breath just a pint on us, we will be sear into crispy critters! Hurry and get up there before I kick your a** out!”

 

I could only laughed. Philip is just much as a stern a-hole with as I imagined him to be. However, that's the best part I like about him. He can give you numerous middle fingers and threaten to cut off your hands and feed it to his hell hound and tell you to suck on a bag of penises. That is just the male-tsundere opposite effect that he has on me and Milan. When he's in a bad mood (he's in a good mood). Vicer versa, which is why you normal don't see him being too mellow.

 

The drake looked like Godzilla rampaging through buildings, pursuing its target or prey. I got up above and mount the turret and left the Ak-47 underneath the backseat. I climbed up with the momentum of the wind blowing against the back of my head. I studied the the machine and I was not surprise to be mounting a 50.caliber M2 machine gun. I was mesmerism by its appearance. I always wanted to shoot one of these guns just once. This is one of those endeavor that I put on my bucket list.

 

Pandy started following the hummer as the driver behind the wheel of that vehicle obviously seem to have the intention of leading the drake away from the villages. It roared angrily like a T-Rex as it was giving it best effort to keep up with us as we were going over 45 miles per. Sweet Jesus! I said to myself as the creature seems to be getting closer about 30 meters, trailing behind. Now for the moment of glory that I was so waiting to basks in the thrill of shooting a M2 machine gun. I knew where the trigger was located.

 

“Let's get this baby can do!” I said as I pressed the trigger down with both thumbs.

 

 

DREAM PART 8

 

11:00pm Afghanistan, Kabul

(Aria Town, Airport Rd)

 

*Dooh Dooh Dooh Dooh*

 

My body bobbed up and down from the recoil and vibrations this gun was producing. Perhaps the loudest thing I ever heard in my life. The creature wailed as it backed away with the sound of bullet penetrating flesh. One last desperate effort, it gathered fire through the opening of its draw as sparks accumulated within its mouth. It was going to breath fire on us.

 

I climbed down and shouted, “It's going to blow fire hold on!”

 

Pandy cursed and I didn't care as I race up to the turret which only took less than two seconds and just in time for it to discharge a massive wall of flame. I aimed for the mouth, which was not really a hard target 50 meters out to hit. I'm desperately hoping for its attack to backfire like an explosion of shooting a canister or gas tank. With luck, it did just that. I celebrated with my kill and climbed down.

 

Before I could respond and boast about my moment of triumph, “Get back up, Chicky! We are not out of the clear just yet! Look!”

 

“You got to be kidding me!” I exclaimed with disappointment. We were on the road next to the international airport where for drakes were inbound, coming from out two o'clock (position). They were appropriately 200 meters out. From the way they move, that was not far because they could cover distance rapidly and be within your face inn a blink of an eye if you are not prepare.

 

The airport and runway was in ruins and U.S arm forces vehicles were in flames. That was a good thing because the Taliban, Al Qeada and any Islamic regime cannot obtained the technology. I see flashes of strobe lights coming from the the manhole like opening in the roof of the Humvee. I spotted a squadron of robotic qaudcopters (drones) with machine guns.

 

There were following us all this time. They must have been high up where I couldn't see when I first exited the ruined building to inspect the gunned down Taliban. What does this mean? Are they spying on us or what. Something does not seem right, so I went down.

 

“What is it now?” Pandy said impatiently.

 

“Why are the drones following us? It's the same ones I hacked into a while ago.”

 

“Is there a light blue blinking light coming from them?” You retorted.

 

“Yes. I see them. Why do ask?”

 

“Oh my God, Chicky! You know what that means! You are still in control!”

 

“Just bloody great news! Now distract the drakes and conserve ammo!” Pandy laughed.

 

Very funny, I thought. I found it rather awkward very untypical like behavior of Philips. I concentrate and focus my mind to the drones again. This time I did not control them, just gave them a command. The squadron flew over us in attack formation. That was awesome. Not only control them but I can command them if they were AI( artificial intelligence) robots. They engaged the drakes and they were force to abandon their pursuit on us just in time for us to put a distance ahead from them out of sight.

 

“Crimson, you really are a freak you know that!” Pandy continued laughing in an awkward manner that even you were furrowing your brows.

 

“Tell me about it,” I said with sarcasm and sighed. I was starting to feel weary. Maybe too much exertion. Suddenly my mind was filled with data. Most of the drones have been obliterated. Tijasar and a person dressed in a butterfly color robe where standing the leading drake's head like in Naruto.

 

“Not good at all! It seems like the Black Crow is after us, using the drakes! My guess that he's come for his Black Sky,” I saw your shoulders slump with a slight shiver.

 

“Is the person wearing a butterfly hue robe?” Pandy asked as his mood suddenly became bitter

 

“Why do you ask?”

 

“Just answer the f-ing question!”

 

“Sweet Jesus! Just calm the f*** down!”

 

“You don't tell me what I want to hear! I will throw you ou—”

 

“For Christ''s sake, will you two just shut up! Philip! Let Chicky finish. And you,” you glared at me. “Stop messing around,” you sighed. This time I sensed a shift of emotions from you. Now you look very concern. “Does the person you saw next to Tijisar have a butterfly color tunic?”

 

“It is very dark, but the images in my head indicates that!”

 

“S***! S***! S***!” You pounded the steering wheels with your hands. “He's got her. The fri*** bas**** has her!”

 

“Hey! Hey! Hands on the steering wheel!” I yelled.

 

“Chicky... that is our Khaleesi.” You said it sadly.

 

 

DREAM PART 9

 

“How the hell did she end up with him?”

 

“Tijisar is a female charmer and is capable of stealing his victim's powers as his own,” you said solemnly. “And its all my fault that all this is happening. The reason why only 101 people have been gifted.”

 

“Not all of them are bad just like us,” Pandy said.

 

“He's right,” I said. “There nothing we can do about it. We can't change the past. We can only strive and move forward. Besides, its not like you intended all this fiasco to happen. We will get her backs. As you say, our Khaleesi or Pandy's,” I said with a soft laugh, brightening up our spirits. “I know that look,” I teased. “I wonder how Iris will feel about your infidelities,” I cackled like an old woman lol.

 

“Crimson, you full of s*** you know that,” Pandy. “Iris and I are no longer a thing. We are separated.”

 

“Since when?” You cut in quite outraged. “How did it happen?”

 

“What. . . . She didn't tell you our relationship was a joke? She needed a boyfriend. I really had no feelings for her and I help her out as a good friend and pretended to be her lover. She has eyes for someone. That I have no clue who is her prince charming is,” Pandy laughs.

 

“You couldn't full me,” I said sarcastically. “Well that means I get a shot at the Flamingo Princess.” I teased.

 

You laughed very silly and said, “There you have it. Rotten, pervy KFC unleashed,” You rolled your eyes sarcastically. “Iris will stomp your a** you know that.” You stuck your tongue out.

 

“At least she's not a crazy, she-devil Lebanese and does not treat as an old man like a certain some, screaming Milan-Koon this! Milan-Koon!” I gave you the taste of your ownmedicine of tongue teasing.

 

Pandy cackled like an old hag, which is uncharacteristic like.

 

“You two seriously need to get room. Too much bulls*** for me in one day.”

 

“As if,” You rolled you eyes sarcastically.

 

We laughed all together. The moment was ruined when an immense boulder flew across us from our left. It nearly missed us by half a meter. I saw what threw that damn thing at us. It was a very tall humanoid creature perhaps four stories tall on two human legs running full sprint towards us. This was f-ing unbelievable.

 

“Oh my God! It's a giant,” you said.

 

“What now! Attack on Titan!” I whined.

 

Author's Note: This is the part where I first mention about the dream. Although, I sadly mistaken Philip driving a Jeep from a Humvee.

 

 

DREAM PART 10

 

“Get back on the gun!” Pandy scream Bloody Marry.

 

What remains of my drone went out and harassed the creature as it approaches us. The sky lit up like fireworks, seeing the muzzle flashes. I aimed the M2 machine gun and fired. The giant throw another boulder towards us, which force Pandy to make a sharp left turn. My back slammed hard against the rail. I winced and groaned.

 

I hold on to the railing with al my might as Pandy unintentionally is fish-tailed momentarily. I regain consciousness after a slight back out. My ribs were in an excruciating state. Hopefully, I didn't crack anything. I had no time to think about that. My ears are hurting from the 50.cal rounds. I see a lot of bronze being dumped. I noticed it were the shell casings of the bullets raining onto the pavement.

 

The drones seems to be out of ammo. That is a bummer. Still, I don't know how are the qaudcopters still have power to remain in flight. Drone Rc users of quad copters don't last that long with a minimum of ten minutes per flight before it loses power. It's powered by four roters. As I expected, the Gianst were chasing us instead of going after the hummer with all the Afghan women. I heard pandy shouting bellow, “Keep firing! I will use a force teliportation once we!”

 

“That sounds quite a lot of mana consumption. Have you ever transported two vehicles full of passengers.”

 

“I set a way point just outside Kabul just for emergency situations like this. The amount of mana that will be needed ” I head Pandy radio in to the driver of the hummer. “Yo! Milie! Where the heck are!”

 

Milie as in Milan? I said to myself.

 

“Had to do a bit of detour. Less than 50 meters behind your a**. Pandy, is Tala safe and do you have the rotten chicken!”

 

“Never mind about that! Just hurry up and get withing ten meters so I can warp all of us back to base!”

 

“Thats a big haul,” Milan said. “Can you manage to pull it off?”

 

“Shut your trap! And hurry the f*** up!”

 

 

DREAM PART 11

 

“Shut your trap! And hurry the f*** up!”

 

I'm out of bullets. The giant fell on its back. Behind it, the drakes leaped over it. I could see Tijisar and Khaleesi stood on the head of the drake in the middle formation.

 

“Guys! I'm out of ammo and we got company!”

 

“Milan!” Where the the f*** are you!”

 

“Approaching your a**! Hang on tight. We are in for a little bumpy ride!”

 

“Crimson! Get your a** down here and buckle up!”

 

I have no idea what the what was in store for me or what is about to happen. I just listen and did what Pandy said and climbed down from the turret and buckled up in the back seat. The sensation around me suddenly felt weird as if someone were nudging there hand against my back, trying to push me down to the floor.

 

“What's going on?” I asked when I felt like I got sucker punch in the gut. I groaned.

 

“It's the g-force of Milan's abilities! Just try to endure it! The sensation will past!”

 

Objects such as cars were being crushed and crumble from inside out. I sure hope that there were no people or at lease non hostiles like civilians in the automobiles or collapsed structures. The drakes suddenly halted their pursuit and started combining their fire, flame throwing breath technique into one attack.

 

Just incredible. I said to myself. Very creepy. Milan could kill any one of us without so much as lifting a finger or break a sweat. Such ability reminds my of the Heroes TV show and the manga My Hero Academia. The wall of flame was pushed back and extinguished instantly. I see the hummer behind us as I felt Milan rubbing the hummer's front fender/bumper against the back of the Humvee.

 

“I'm out of mana! Do it now!”

 

Pandy started glowing like a strobe light. Next thing I knew, the humvee lost control and spun out of control. I was hurting everywhere. I wasn't to sure where we are because of my blurry vision. I took a glance at you. I could barely make out your voice because my ear drums were pounding. I lost consciousness once again. Deja vu all over again.

 

Iraq, Baghdad

December 11 2017

Heaven&Earth Sanctum 6:11 am

 

I woke up with my mouth dry. I was laying on a bed. I survey the room. It look too western. At first, I thought I awaken from a dream being in my bed. To my disappointment, I did not awake in my room. I heard the shower turn off from within the restroom. My eyes surveyed the room once again. It looked as it appears to be when someone just moved in for the first time and first use.

 

I had a king size bed with nothing but white sheets and a billow with white casing. There is a wooden pc table to my right. It had three PC and a desktop... wait. That is my PC! (Yes my real one). There was a suitcase. It was already opened. And I was not surprise I see some of my belonging and attires. How the blood did they got my things?

 

“Tala?” I called out. “Where are we? And why do you have my things? How did you obtain them?”

 

“Be out in a minute! There's snacks and drinks in the fridge. Help yourself!”

 

I stood up from the bed and hurried towards the fridge. I'm surprise this quarters has a house size standard refrigerator. Inside, had bags of snack label in an Arabic language. There was no way for me to tell if this was Afghan food. The picture looked like potato chips. I surveyed the beverages. There were water bottles also labeled in a certain Arabic language. There were juice boxes that you insert the straw on the top. Varieties of flavors from strawberry to apple juice also labeled in a language I could not read. Maybe these are Lebanese. Make sense if this was your room.

 

The bottom of the fridge had brighten my mood quite suddenly. There is a six pack American lager Budweiser Beer and Heineken. Perfect, I said to myself. What perfect way to clear my mind and start the day. My mom would be cursing at me for drinking first thing in the mourning if I was back home. I decided to pop open a green bottle of Heineken. I gulped down the first beer bottle within two minutes. I ate half the potato chips. I booted up my desktop and it took my to the Microsoft Windows 10 login window. I login and it and all my files and program remains as I last login. I sighed with relieve. My GoM novel is on this hard-drive and will all my games and programs.

 

I opened a second bottle of Heineken. I got just quarter way through the bottle when I heard the restroom door open and steamed pour out. It was filled with your scent and shampoo. It did not mesh in well with my taste buds, full of beer. I did not see the Black Sky. All I saw is a beautiful, elegant girl wearing nothing but my extra large black T-shirt and your hair intertwine with your bath towel over your hair like a turban. Moister dripping from your skin.

 

It was all too much for my mind to register at once. If this were any fictional anime. I would have gotten a major nose bleed. Instead, I choke and inhaled my beer at the same time as the beer went down. I a spat out the fluids into a misty spray all over the computer desk. I coughed and hunched over ready to puke.

 

Your gif doesn't work bc I'm the only one who can use it properly    .

If you want me to I can use that one too  .

 

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!      . OK WHO'S RESPONSIBLE FOR GETTING KFC HIGH!!?      . HE FUKING WROTE AN ENTIRE MOVIE SCRIPT OUT OF A FREAKING DREAM!!!! THAT'S EITHER MADNESS OR PURE GENIUS  .  

Philip   Pandy's here

 

Is it true that you and Iris aren't together as a couply here anymore ? >.<

Yeah I'm back!!! Missed you all!!! 

 

Edited by FireFox, 09 November 2017 - 10:43 PM.

[milan kyuubi]

I meant going to another house where I would sleep soundly if you kept screaming

 

Shinjeki no Kyoujin cause it's very realistic in its life approach, mature rated, gory and great story and characters

 

I know you would say something like that someday concerning bananas 

 

Yup since the part before the recent one

 

That's sexist  If one is a female, it doesn't that she'll be scared. Everything depends on the person. You should know that Mimz

 

But we have no other house! We are poor! One small room with one small bed.

 

An anime that I haven't seen!

 

I didn't even watch the vid! Is it cringy?

 

My power is cool!

 

Why are you bringing logic to this thread woman? This thread is like Matrix, anything goes! A female must get scared so I can comfort her!

 

Your gif doesn't work bc I'm the only one who can use it properly 

If you want me to I can use that one too 

 

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!      . OK WHO'S RESPONSIBLE FOR GETTING KFC HIGH!!?      . HE FUKING WROTE AN ENTIRE MOVIE SCRIPT OUT OF A FREAKING DREAM!!!! THAT'S EITHER MADNESS OR PURE GENIUS  . 

 

You can use your crappy quality gif! I'll use mine hq one!

Coffee!

 

That gif describes this thread perfectly! XD My theory is that his rotting oily feathers produced a smell that eroded his brain!

[Khaleesi]

 

[Konoha'sCrimsonFox]

You have to treat me like a human
Or else

 

I treat you more than that and as a lov... blur 

 

I more happy to be eaten alive then being stale and rotten to the core 

 

 

Depends on the ghost!

 

You'll scare the females from this thread if you keep posting scary stuff!

 

BUGS!

 

I seen that freaking pries several times! I hope I don't look/sound like him! So I have an advanced telekinesis? Thats cool!

 

Like the Teresa Fidalgo Ghost hunting 

 

 

 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uyHLljcEdl0

 

Nah, there's strong wielded women.

 

 

More like this https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VlOxlSOr3_M 

 

 

Your brain is naught to be used

 

Are you really meaning something pervert with that ?

 

Chicky, you seem to have some error information about Middle-East with its geography, the different cultures from country to country and the people XD

Firstly, Afghanistan is not in the Middle East. It's in Central Asia

Secondly, there are no honor and shameful killings. You kill, you go to the court to get your prison sentence and whatever else the procedure holds then to jail.

Thirdly, if a man growing out their hair and beard, it doesn't mean a way of being dominate. It's either they feel like to, or related to an aspect concerning certain community among a certain country.

Fourthly, there's no cloth that only muslims or Arabs or whatever related to them collectively that they only wear. The cloth that you described in your stories are worn if there's a person traveling through a desert to prevent sun burn and to not inhale the air with particles of sand, or they're from ISIS to hide their identity like the one you see on TV cause muslim citizens everywhere in the world don't wear this cloth.

If you want to know more about clothes, there's only one cultural cloth that Gulf Countries in ME wear if the citizens want to, which I think you saw some who wear white robe with a white cloth-like on their head.

Each geographical group of areas in the globe don't have the same cultural and social ways as the other...And that's what I remember for now

 

 

 

That's why you need to fix it 

 

It's all your fault I feeling this way  

 

Thank you for that information. I always taught the Central Asai is apart of the Middle-East. However, you should save the constructive criticism after the dream is written 

 

 

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!  . OK WHO'S RESPONSIBLE FOR GETTING KFC HIGH!!?  . HE FUKING WROTE AN ENTIRE MOVIE SCRIPT OUT OF A FREAKING DREAM!!!! THAT'S EITHER MADNESS OR PURE GENIUS  .  

 

 

Look who's back. It's Giles 

You know all the well know famous authors like Steven King does the exact same thing, but with more more superior execution. 

Milan is just scare If I will write Yaoi scenes 

Edited by Konoha'sCrimsonFox, 10 November 2017 - 02:06 AM.

[Popuri]

Your hands tired?
 
Lets see. Your flamingo is back! Popsicle is terrorizing her kids. Chicken is writing stories about us. The usual you know!

Now you call me Popsicle
And I am not terorizing kids

[milan kyuubi]

Like the Teresa Fidalgo Ghost hunting 

 

Nah, there's strong wielded women.

 

 

More like this 

 

LOL

 

I seen "Carrie"! How about something like this? xd

 

 

https://youtu.be/hSDQirvqvVg?t=194

Edited by milan kyuubi, 10 November 2017 - 02:20 AM.

[milan kyuubi]

Now you call me Popsicle
And I am not terorizing kids

 

I call you sis, you don't like it! Chose!

 

You are in fairy tales you know that right?

[FireFox]

You can use your crappy quality gif! I'll use mine hq one!

Coffee!

 

That gif describes this thread perfectly! XD My theory is that his rotting oily feathers produced a smell that eroded his brain!

Meh! Still not a match for me   .

Sure now go fetch me some  .

 

I see!!!  That's a bit extreme  .

 

I WIN!!!  .

Look who's back. It's Giles 

You know all the well know famous authors like Steven King does the exact same thing, but with more more superior execution. 

Milan is just scare If I will write Yaoi scenes 

Who's Giles!?  . The one from Street Fighter!!?  .

 

Don't worry you'll get to his level in no time  .

 

[Lady Lys]

Hi my loves!  

 

How are you my beautiful people? I just realized it's been ages since I last came here! I missed you!!      How's life been treating you darlings?

[T XD]

Yeah I'm back!!! Missed you all!!! 

 

How's life ?

 

I knew it that you were still together XD KFC misunderstood He thought that you were no longer with Iris and Iris got angrily-funny when she knew of KFC's saying

 

 

But we have no other house! We are poor! One small room with one small bed.

 

An anime that I haven't seen!

 

I didn't even watch the vid! Is it cringy?

 

My power is cool!

 

Why are you bringing logic to this thread woman? This thread is like Matrix, anything goes! A female must get scared so I can comfort her!

I meant to a friend's or a relative's house We're not that poor to have one small room house cause I have a job to put food on the table and spend on the family XD

 

But you didn't see this one yet

 

I didn't see when they started. Just the part introducing the people who were baffled when asked. They were like that '   '

 

Yup. You get a star on the forehead

 

What if she didn't, but you did ?

 

 

That's why you need to fix it 

 

It's all your fault I feeling this way  

 

Thank you for that information. I always taught the Central Asai is apart of the Middle-East. However, you should save the constructive criticism after the dream is written 

Get me a screwdriver and some duct tape XD

 

Seems a punch in the gut is coming your way Say it one more time and you'll be fried chicken strips 

 

I meant what is told till now of information

 

Hi my loves!

 

How are you my beautiful people? I just realized it's been ages since I last came here! I missed you!!      How's life been treating you darlings?

Hi I don't think we've met before. If we did, I forgot. I'm Tala and you ? :)

 

I remember seeing you in other threads long ago. Been a long time since you were here :)

Edited by T XD, 10 November 2017 - 11:34 AM.