Revenge, Inc. Part 21: A Short Story

Author's Note:

Hello everyone and welcome back. As you can see, this is my 101st hub and I believe that it's fitting that it is. If you haven't already, please have a look at my 100th hub titled An Introduction to HubPages with Snoopy and Woodstock as doing so would mean the world to me. Thank you!

Looking back at some of my earlier serials/installments of Revenge, Inc. I realize now that a few changes and edits need to be made before I take the next step and submit this work to a literary agent (I might have to break out the katana to make such cuts). If you've been following me since Part One, you know better than anyone else that this is true. In time, I will go back to do such necessary editing, but not before I share with you the concluding installments to this Novel. By its end, I will have easily over 50,000 words which is the equivalent of a 200 page book. Later on, I may include some scenes in which I was meaning to add (but that's for another time!). I'd like to that my good friend Cris A for taking his time to develop such amazing images as you see below. In the concluding installments, I'll be adding a new image, so thanks Cris! As always, I thank you for your interest and readership. I hope you enjoy this installment.

-ODP

Of course if you are new here, please read Part One. In either case, I hope you like what you read and so get interested enough to invest your time in reading this series as a whole! Thank you.

Revenge, Inc. Part 1

Revenge, Inc. Part 2

Revenge, Inc. Part 3

Revenge, Inc. Part 4

Revenge, Inc. Part 5

Revenge, Inc. Part 6

Revenge, Inc. Part 7

Revenge, Inc. Part 8

Revenge, Inc. Part 9

Revenge, Inc. Part 10

Revenge, Inc. Part 11

Revenge, Inc. Part 12

Revenge, Inc. Part 13

Revenge, Inc. Part 14

Revenge, Inc. Part 15

Revenge, Inc. Part 16

Revenge, Inc. Part 17

Revenge, Inc. Part 18

Revenge, Inc. Part 19

Revenge, Inc. Part 20

I Hear Voices

As with all places that are familiar to us in which we return after a long time away, Valhalla had changed yet stayed the same, as the saying goes. The scene was gray and unwelcoming, like food in the fridge that has spoiled after so much neglect. The people and places are still here as they were when I first left, just that they’re…Different. Things got dirtier and downtrodden. Valhalla had the look of an neglected house, where the furniture was caked with dust after being left unattended and long dormant. And with bits of food being left out, it had invited insects and varmint, the kind that feed, get comfortable and just as soon multiply. This was of course a problem.

But then there are familiar scents in the air, like the scent of wet autumn leaves after the rain and the warning of winter, of imminent change. Off in the distance, there is the Lake, where in the crevice of my memory, Haley was fished out, pale as a bone, dripping of lake water, and cold to touch. I feel the stab in my heart and it’s hard to keep still and maintain my balance. I know as I knew then that I had no other choice but to leave Valhalla suddenly and on a whim. I would’ve committed suicide or equally would’ve been reckless enough with myself so as to get myself killed, because I just didn't give a fuck anymore. I did the right thing by leaving and by of course meeting Master Akira. He had consequently saved my life, or gave me a new one with a new purpose. But many questions now loomed: Did Felix and his boys ever find Hailey's assailant? Did I still have my chance at revenge? I risked so much for leaving this place so many years ago, maybe too much…Was the nightmare finally over?

No.

The answer was sudden and unexpected. It reverberated in the chamber of my mind and shook my entire body. It was a voice that I trusted. It was my inner voice, the voice of Marak and was uncompromising. I believed that it lived and breathed within me. It knew better than my conscious thoughts that thrived on my rationality, the other voice was the voice of reason. Neither was right or wrong. One was compassionate and the other was dispassionate and uninviting yet brutally honest. The voice of Marak was the voice of keen instinct, which Master Akira helped me to harvest and hone. It was very important that I knew how to tell each of them apart, as they constantly contradicted one another. In short, my life depended upon making the correct decision. And no, I'm not crazy, rather, I'm more sane than ever before.

Beyond the remnants of the once bustling City of Valhalla and the many negative changes that have come about in past few years, like the slums and crystal methamphetamine producing houses, there is no change as drastic as the change within me. Cody MacLaren is gone and Marak is here in his stead. I can separate the many sounds of the City of Valhalla; I can tell the difference between the sounds of child’s cap gun and the sounds of a drug deal gone wrong, the sound of domestic abuse in an apartment complex and the sound of someone being roughed up for some booze, the difference between the cries of a raving heroine addict and the cries of a baby left alone inside a dumpster to die…They were all different sounds, yet were all the same; They are the sounds of pain, of suffering, of selfishness, of lust and hatred and the omission of joy. It’s the sound the world makes when hope ceases to exist. And I can hear them all these sounds. It’s hard for me not to. At times I wish I were deaf so that I could no longer hear such awful sounds and be saved from being aware of such awfulness in this world…

No.

It was him. It was me. It was the voice of Marak. His power to act and his refusal to stand still is unending and unyielding and the sounds around me is my impetus. Too long had I failed to act when I should've would've and could've. Too long had I shook my head in pity in reaction to the atrocities around me and so did nothing to help as the world around me continues to burn. Perhaps at one time I thought I lacked the strength or the ability or the balls to do something about it all. No longer is that the case.

I thought about why this was what it was; why it is that in many of us, we don't act when a wrong has been committed, why we stand by while the world around us is engulfed in flame. We read the newspapers. We watch the news. We're on the net. We are fully aware of all of these things, yet we continue to be idle and thank our lucky stars that it is not us or someone we know that had befallen such violence, such malice, such crimes against us. So we're detached and uninvolved. "It's not my problem" we say to quiet our conscience. "Besides, what can I possibly do to change any of this?" But that's where we're wrong. Any and all of us can make a change and take a stand if only we try to do what little we think we can't.

The world does not have to be the way it is.

No, it does not. By believing that the world is what it is and refusing to act is the worst thing each of us could do or not do. There is a "me" and a "we." Realizing that there is in fact a "we" changes everything. We're all in this together and I'll be damned if I don't do my part. I have taken arms and maybe you can too, only in a different sense entirely. I only give mercy to the merciful and so am merciless to those who show no mercy. My road is different from your road, but I assure you, if you do act, each our roads will lead to the very same destination.

I hope to see you there.

Family Reunion

When thinking back of my earliest childhood memories, I remember St. Augustine’s Cathedral as brooding structure of magnificence amidst a sleepy town before it became a city. I used to carry the candles to the altar for the Father Cunningham during Sunday mass with my father and mother in the audience. Father Cunningham preached to a packed house one Sunday after the next—the attendees were so numerous that those that came later stood in the aisles and against its walls with their families. No one wanted to miss Father Cunningham’s sermon. His words were like music, like ointment to the ears. The light through the stained-glass windows in itself were a wonder to behold. It seems there was so much more sunshine back then.

Now, things were different. The shingles that prevented the rain from getting in were coming loose and damp air brought mold and mildew which my father could not do enough from preventing. It was the air of the outside world making its way in. But that was only the beginning. Less and less of the faithful were turning out for his sermons in which Father Cunningham so many years prior had instilled and bestowed upon him. It was, after my mother, Gwyneth passed away after losing her fight to breast cancer did my father join the parish but not after a bout of drinking and a long spell in which he questioned his faith in God, in which he did find an Answer.

“Is this not the House of God, father?” I said out loud to the almost empty Cathedral. He was lighting candles at the altar. He let out a chuckle. It was something my father used to say always whenever I had a question for him concerning Him, since I was knee-high to him.

“You know it is, Cody. I wondered when it would be that you and I would see each other again. It’s good to see you.” He turned to me and he and I exchanged a greeting. I was surprised how he had aged. The crow’s feet around his eyes became more pronounced and his thinning hair, once salt and pepper was now almost completely silver. However, the one thing that did not change was the tinge of hope in his eyes. That had always been there for as long as I knew him. He stared at me for some time.

“What is it?”

“I’m not certain. You look much younger—almost as young as you looked when I married you and Adrianna…”

“And you, you look…”

“No need. Things have not been well here to say the least. Just as quick as a donation is made is it freely given right back to those on the streets. If St. Augustine’s was a business, it’s failing miserably.”

“What I was going to say is that you look thin, dad. Are you eating?”

“I eat just enough. There really is no need to indulge ourselves now is there? I have enough and that is enough.”

“And Peter, what about him? Has he helped you at all?”

“Yes, yes, Peter has been a blessing. He’s given more than anyone else in Valhalla. He’s been keeping tabs on me. His assistant will sometimes come by to make sure that I’m okay. He’s even given me money to fix the roof, but…”

“Let me guess, you’ve given it away to help the needy?” He nodded his head. “Isn’t that just like you, dad? What if this roof falls and kills you? What then?”

“If that is His will…”

“Oh, please! This is not about His will! It’s pure common sense. This place is a shadow of what it once was. Do you still hold Sunday mass?”

“Yes, I do…Sometimes to empty pews.”

“Then why even bother?”

“You know why.”

Remember the Rain

After some time, I left my dad and St. Augustine's Cathedral, promising I'd return. Next was Haley and Adrianna. I had to see them. Perhaps it will be tonight when I will be wholly reunited with them, perhaps twenty years from now. That much I’m not sure. If I’m to involve myself filtering out the scum that walks this earth day-in and day-out, then there is a chance that I will be killed—that much is certain and as the saying goes, if you live by the sword than so should you die by the sword. I realize this and am in full acceptance of such. Nowadays, I’m always ready to die. But not before I find some answers if time will allow. I kneel before my family.

“Hello, Adrianna. Hello Haley. I’m sorry that I’ve been away for so long. I hope that you understand. I may not be who you once remember. This life I have now belongs to the both of you, in memory of the both of you, in which I honor and cherish. Never before had I been more certain of what I have to do in this world. I’m fighting for you, Haley and you, Adrianna and for the voices that are too weak to cry for help, who are too broken to defend themselves, whose prayers have gone unheeded…You may not agree with my tactics and for that, I apologize, but I hope you agree with my intentions. My only hope is that you can forgive me for what I’m about to do. I love the both of you dearly and miss both of you so very much…” Amidst the thunder, rain and wind, I lean over and kiss the Adrianna and Haley. My hands on each of them to hold them, to hold myself and keep myself from drowning in the oncoming deluge.

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juneaukid 6 years ago from Denver, Colorado

This section is quite philosophical and I liked the comment that we're all on different roads that will, none the less meet--sort of like the Irish folksong "We're all on the same road, maybe the wrong road, on the road to God knows where...


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keira7 6 years ago

Hello my dear Dohn, you cant imagine how excited I get each week , when coming reading this brilliant installments. Yes I think its addiction.:) Wahh.. again I just have to say my good friend well done. My husband is coming back in 4 days so his going to be happy with part 21. I know I say that all the time, but my lovely friend I so much love your writing. Thank you so much for introducing us to your friend Cris A. I like is profile and I will read his work too. I agree with you for the image, it is amazing. I will also become one of his followers .:) My good friend Dohn, thanks for the lovely journey again, it was sublim and I cant wait for more. Bless you my lovely brother.:)


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prettydarkhorse 6 years ago from US

Hi Dohn, Your imaginatios is so vivid I can almost feel and see Valhalla--the place and the church, your description makes me imagine I am in that place and looking at it.

I can also see the Cody that became Marak when he is at Valhalla City-- he was transformed once more into a person who cares and is into his surroundings -- Valhalla is a microcosm of the world -- the true world-- it is a real world and Marak shows He cares for this world -- I like the fact that he became unselfish -- thinking of the world and not only of himself.

I can see Marak and the purpose of why he is still here, the caring attitude and not just a mere observer but a part of the society in which he is a part -- as an agent of change. This is so thought provoking as well, as it implies "caring" for the world we live in and not just passive observer.

And for Him to go to the church and see his dad and to share with us what happened when he was small at the church, so vivid.

The last part was touching as well, the final moments and putting us back to the two most important part of Maraks life, his family,

I can almost feel the emotions inside Marak, what he did in that day, seeing his father, church, his dead family and Valhalla is way too much for him -- emotionally -- and the changing of his character as well from Cody to Marak.

I dont like him to die but I dont know what he is thinking, I can see a man who have suffered too much and still his heart is beating -- caring for the world and those He love,

Ten out of ten again,,,,

Thank you DOHN, I cant wait for the next one,

Maita


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Lady_E 6 years ago from London, UK

This is nice to read. I thought Chapter 20 was the final chapter and was surpised to see this. I'm glad the story continues...

Cody is a broken man right now but something strong inside still drives him. It's nice to read about the family reunion though. I'm looking forward to reading how things will unravel.

Thanks Dohn and well done on Cris A - helping you behind the scenes.

Best Wishes.

Ps. The book cover is nice and makes me think of a good friend of yours. Fiery! A Fiery Cover. I notice it's got no head. Now thats Revenge!!. :)


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dohn121 6 years ago from Hudson Valley, New York Author

Thanks so much, juneakid. Again and as always, I'm so glad that you enjoyed reading this, especially its philosophical aspect of the story. I've not heard that song but like its message very much.


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dohn121 6 years ago from Hudson Valley, New York Author

Hey, kiera7! It's so good to hear from you again. I'm so glad that not only of course that you're hooked on reading this story but that it spread to your husband as well! I'm sure that you were an advocate in the matter! I'm almost sad in a way that this story is over, but am enthusiastic and anxious to hear all of your comments once this story reaches a close. I'm overwhelmed by your kind words, kiera7. Your comments mean so much to me, thank you.

Your Friend,

Dohn


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dohn121 6 years ago from Hudson Valley, New York Author

My goodness Maita! How could I ask for a better comment and compliment than the one you wrote? I must admit, I did put in a lot of thought into this installment. I pictured the world that is Valhalla and put it into words as fast as I could. You hit on every single aspect that I hoped to convey to you, the reader. I thought it very important that we get into the mind of both Marak and Cody in this one so as to fully understand why he feels the way he does and why is actions (in the next installments) make sense. I wanted to make him as human as possible and to make the reader empathize with him. Of course, I wouldn't write any of this if I didn't think it necessary. Yes, I wanted to somehow show that he has changed, yet his heart and his ambitions remain the same. The part of Marak maybe what separates him from the run-of-the-mill guy to a superhero, if you could call him that.

I really like the fact that you care about him. I feel like I did my job as the writer to persuade you into feeling sorry for him and to root for him every step of the way, until the very end of this novel. It means so much to me that not only are you enjoying this story, but that you've grown attached to my protagonist. I bet all my AdSense earnings that you could write a college-caliber paper on Marak and Cody's character and score an "A." I have no doubt about it!

Thank you so very much, Maita, for following this story, no matter where it takes you.

Your Friend,

Dohn


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dohn121 6 years ago from Hudson Valley, New York Author

You know Elena, I was afraid after reading your comment last week that you really thought the story had come to a close. I'm happy to tell you that it isn't so, not even after this one, that the story is over. I still have a few more things to resolve before writing THE END. I'm glad that I could dispel such thoughts. Believe me, when this is in fact over and done with, you will know!

I'm always excited to hear from you and to read your comments. All of you guys are more important to me than you'll ever know. This story has certainly taken on a life of its own. It's a pleasure to hear from all of you guys.

About Fiery...I didn't chop off his head--Cris A did, lol. I just hope that he really is too busy to come on by. Doing so justifies his absenteeism, lol.

Thank you so much, Elena! I'll do my best to not let you down (and again, I'm sorry I killed Natsumi).


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emievil 6 years ago from Philippines

Wow! thought-provoking and very deep. We're seeing a transition here from Cody to Marak. I'm very excited to read the next installments. By the way, that's a very nice cover. Reminds me of Bruce Lee :). Cris A. really did a good job with it. The face of a girl (or woman) is intriguing. Is that his daughter / his wife?

Hope you can publish this into a book Dohn. I'll help you launch it here :D.


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dohn121 6 years ago from Hudson Valley, New York Author

Ha! Thanks, Emie. I'm so glad you enjoyed this one. I have a few of book covers from Cris A that I want to share here on HubPages in the oncoming installments. This particular one is one of my favorites. I wonder whose back that is on the cover by the way? And the girl? Could it be Haley? Thanks so much for the offer, Emie! I hope that I'm not too far away from doing just that ;) You're always supportive of all my work.


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emievil 6 years ago from Philippines

Hmmm, if I'm a betting girl (which I am, LOL), I'd say Cris' inspiration for the guy is the main star of Ninja Assassin (oh, Cris, where are you?). LOL I'd also bet on the girl being Haley (too young to be Cody's wife). And the fire, whoa! the heat of anger and revenge.

Of course, I'm supportive of your work. I love reading novels, romance novels most of the time but I'd love a good action novel. Especially if a friend of mine is the one who's going to write it, right? ;)


cosette 6 years ago

oh

huge *sigh* just now

very powerful.

that last paragraph flooded my being with such feeling...not sadness but something i can't even describe. i sense you are tapping some source deep inside of you to create something of such intensity and beauty. whenever i read these, at the end i am always shaking my head going 'who IS this person'. and i have no answer, but i consider myself lucky to count you as friend.


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dohn121 6 years ago from Hudson Valley, New York Author

Hey, Emie. Cris usually reads each installment by Thursday (Philippine time) sometimes Wednesdays. I still haven't seen that movie, but rest assured, I will as soon as this BOOK is complete! If ever this does get made into a movie, I'd like Dakota Fanning to play the role of Haley. Coincidentally, the girl's picture in Cris' book cover IS Dakota Fanning--from Man On Fire with Denzel Washington. Isn't it funny how the world works??? I'm so happy that you've been reading this all this time. I can't even begin to tell you how much I appreciate it :)

Thanks again Emie!


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dohn121 6 years ago from Hudson Valley, New York Author

Thank you, cosette. You probably know me better than anyone else here at HubPages (I really hope you know that!)

You know, each time I sit down to write Cody/Marak's part, I have to get into character. He's the person I'd love to be and the person I'd hate to become all rolled into one (now why the heck did I make that rhyme?). I wrote many short stories thus far and he's my favorite character, protagonist or otherwise as he's so dynamic in every sense of the word. Geez, I hope I didn't sound too pig-headed there! I just really like "writing" him I guess :)

I'm so happy you read this, buddy! :D


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Cris A 6 years ago from Manila, Philippines

This is the most powerful installment yet my friend. I was silent when I was done reading. And its power lies in the quietest of moments when Cody was describing what once were. Amazing and definitely pure talent on display here! Thanks for never tiring to enthrall with each and every chapter my friend. And thanks too for allowing me to paint some pictures for your narrative - for a story this good, the honor is entirely mine :D


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dohn121 6 years ago from Hudson Valley, New York Author

Wow, Cris! Thank you so very much. You guys are without question, fans of this work. I'm deeply honored (not to sound Japanese) that you and everyone else here are following this. I've always been amazed at your craftsmanship with Photoshop (among several other things, by the way) and this is the best way I know how to give a little back. As a hint, I can't use all of the wonderful pieces you've given to me, but I'll use the best of the best and the most relevant. You really are a friend, Cris, really. Thank you as always.


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Pamela99 6 years ago from United States

dohn, Your precision with detail make you feel like you are an observer standing closely by watching each event unfold. Cody, as a broken man, was described with brilliance. Another excellent chapter.


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dohn121 6 years ago from Hudson Valley, New York Author

Thank you so much, Pamela. Although the writing of this book is becoming increasingly easier, it's getting tougher as well as I don't really want it to end. I'm so happy to hear that you enjoyed reading this. The pleasure's mine.


Justine76 6 years ago

Ive got goosebumps!! I forget the term, but I love your "like" descriptions...."the scene was gray and unwelcoming, like food in the fridge that has spoiled after so much neglect"

I also agree whole heartedly with everything everyone else said. Super


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dohn121 6 years ago from Hudson Valley, New York Author

I think you mean analogies--Some people tell me I'm "full of it" and I think that's a compliment, lol. Thanks DM! I was wondering if you'd swing by and read this. You've certainly caught up.

Thank you so much for that, sweetie :)


Justine76 6 years ago

YAY!! I really enjoy your analogies... :) As if you wondered about me reading...hehehe. I was not really able to particpate much the past 5 days, but Im still here!!


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dohn121 6 years ago from Hudson Valley, New York Author

Ha! Yes you are! No more disappearing acts, okay? By the way, you're always on time when reading my hubs, you WONDERFUL PERSON you :D


Justine76 6 years ago

I'll do my best. I am pretty good at reappearing tho? Im really going to stop cluttering up your comments now. Take care!!


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dohn121 6 years ago from Hudson Valley, New York Author

LOL. Don't EVER apologize for leaving a comment, DM. Your words are always welcome! Keep fighting the good fight :D


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Truth From Truth 6 years ago from Michigan

As I have said before your story telling skills are extraordinary. I have really enjoyed this story. Thanks again for sharing your work. I look forward to Marak's unfinished business.


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Tammy Lochmann 6 years ago

I believe you added a lot of reflection and emotion into this installment. You work so hard my friend and I am quite certain it will pay off for you.


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dohn121 6 years ago from Hudson Valley, New York Author

Hey, TFT. Thank you for that! I'm so happy to see that you're still following this story. I remember one day you reached out to me and told me that you'd read/catch up with the series and you did. I sure hope that you and everyone else approves of the ending!


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dohn121 6 years ago from Hudson Valley, New York Author

Thank you so much, Tammy! Yes, I certainly have. It's all I think about when my mind isn't on other pressing matters. The rest of the series has been brewing inside my mind for over four months now. I just knew the ending, only I wasn't exactly sure I was going to get there. Maybe one day we'll all see this book in our local bookstores!


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Lgali 6 years ago

i like this hub too you have a excellent wrting skills


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apricot 6 years ago from Italy

Dohn! I skipped to the latest installment I'm afraid - I know I shouldn't but I wanted to see what your latest thoughts were. Wos, this was thought provoking, moving, touching - everything at the same time. I particularly liked the part with the father (your dialogue always transports me) - it was somehow very touching to see the father and son and the way life had pulled them in different directions. Ah, the descriptions are beautiful! I was melting into them! You'll have to forgive me, I will read the inbetween episodes but I had to have a peek ahead! It's so nice to back reading your work again!


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dohn121 6 years ago from Hudson Valley, New York Author

Thanks, Lgali. I really appreciate it.


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dohn121 6 years ago from Hudson Valley, New York Author

I'm going to have to make an exception for you, apricot. Other's will die a quick death from the katana O_O I was hoping that I was "reaching" with the interior monologue and hoped that I didn't sound preachy. It really is the voice of my character and his views of how we should combat the crimes against humanity. I'm so happy to hear that you're enjoying and continue to enjoy it. Unfortunately I'm nearing the end and hope to deliver in every sense of the word.

It's always great to hear from you, apricot. I do hope that you go back and read the installments/episodes in between. Thank you ever so much.

Ciao!


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prettydarkhorse 6 years ago from US

Hi Dohn, I will get an A+ YAY in your class then, I like BTW Cris image there, I like the fire burning, and I want to have some kind of a logo for a ninja hehe, Maita


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dohn121 6 years ago from Hudson Valley, New York Author

Yes, you just might be my best student! (I like apples by the way :D). I agree. I have more to post and will do so again Friday or Saturday. I'm going to aim for Friday this week (for the first time in like two months!). Glad you liked it Maita!


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Shalini Kagal 6 years ago from India

So the time of reckoning has begin in the story? This is really powerful stuff, Dohn - sorry I missed two this time - off to read the next.


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dohn121 6 years ago from Hudson Valley, New York Author

Absolutely. I had to bring Cody/Marak back to Valhalla to end this story. Thank you so much for the compliment, Shalini. I'm much obliged!


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valeriebelew 6 years ago from Metro Atlanta, GA, USA

I thought everybody thought Cody was dead, but perhaps his family knew the truth. It certainly appars his father knew. Anyway, the graveyard scene is touching, but does he still think of Natsumi. Certainly, he does. (: v


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dohn121 6 years ago from Hudson Valley, New York Author

Thank you, Valerie. This was tough to write (as most of it was). This story has a lot of death in it of course, and all of it is for a good reason. I hope you like the ending.


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