Two Page Shorts by Nick Venom (story read aloud TXT) đ
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The garage was sectioned off by a six-foot wooden fence. The fence had cracks and splintered wood; all from a lack of care. Maxâs father installed the fence a few years ago but never returned to fix the multiple problems with it. For one, the wood was deteriorating by the constant rain that the rainy season brought along with it.
Max followed a cobblestone path to one of the garageâs windows, peering inside. He saw the garbage build-up, leaning against the garageâs thin walls. The burden would collapse the small garage if not taken care of.
He looked away from the garage and continued from the path, that began at the backdoor and ended at the alley door. The original mesh door was torn off by thugs, replacing it with a wooden door. However, the door had seen better days.
âWhat am I doing out here?â He questioned himself. He had no clue why he was outside, aside from escaping his fatherâs wraith. He sat down on an empty section of well-kempt grass, staring up at the clouds. They were white and puffy, passing by him. None of them stayed for long.
After a few minutes of cloud watching, Max jumped up. He glanced down at his outfit, brushing off the grass from his cyan bomber jacket and black jeans. The black jeans faded at the ends.
He ran his fingers through his hair, which stood at an inch and a half and was combed to the side. He then lowered his fingers and sight, noticing something in front of him. A shiny object laid in front of him.
âA crystal?â He questioned, crouching to grab the item. It was a shiny cyan-colored crystal the size of his palm. He inspected it, gazing at the reflection of himself. His tanned skin, charcoal eyes, and hair stared at him intensely.
âWhat a beautiful color.â He remarked. He stared deeply at the crystal, unsure of where it came from. âWas it buried in the dirt and I barely found it? But it wouldnât be this clean if it was.â
He raised it into the air, staring at its beauty. The beauty of the cyan crystal shined brightly amidst the sunlight. It glistened in the light. âSuch beauty.â He thought out loud.
Suddenly, a cyan mist exploded in his hand, where the crystal was, spraying him in the face. He dropped the crystal and tried to wipe off the substance that hit him. He used the sleeve of his bomber jacket to erase the substance. âWhat was that? An explosion of⊠Mist?â
Max looked down at his feet where the crystal wouldâve fallen to. However, it was gone. He looked around him in search of the crystal but couldnât see it anywhere. It had disappeared.
âAgain, that was so weird. Itâs like it exploded in my hand. Wait⊠What was that crystal, anyways?â He asked himself.
âItâs a crystal that will lead you to a new path in life,â an unfamiliar voice whispered into Maxâs ear.
Max spun on his heels, staring in fright as a towering six-foot man wearing a dark brown cloak. which covered the entirety of his body. He didnât wear a mask, revealing his pale tired face. His eyebrows arched over his black pupils as he stared intently into Maxâs eyes. His lips stagnated and his pale skin lit in the bask of daylight. He wielded a staff that had a glass orb on top of it that radiated a black light.
Max, predictably, jumped back at the sight of the man, falling to the ground. âWho are you?â He shouted.
âGuardian,â the man responded.
âGuardian?â Max asked. âWhat kind of name is that? And who are you? What are you?â
âI am⊠the Guardian of Earth.â He declared. âAnd you found the Ice Crystal, an item Iâve been searching for..â
Max jerked his head back. âIce Crystal?â Guardian motioned towards the crystal hovering over him. It never fell, hovering right above his sight.
âGrab the crystal and crush it in your palm. Your life will change once you do.â Guardian told him.
âChange my life? Do I have to do this? Youâre not forcing me into any drugs right?â He asked. Guardian nodded nonchalantly. Max let out a sigh before ripping the crystal out of the air. With it in his palm, he stared at it carefully. It was a remarkable crystal.
He then began crushing the crystal in his palm. The crystal wasnât tough in his hands, feeling like squeezing a balled-up piece of paper. Without much effort, he crushed it into particles, opening his palm. The air took the particles up into the air, floating around Max. They went around him, creating a tornado. The particles hid Max within their cyclone before eventually releasing him. It boomed a large spray of mist, revealing Max a few feet off the ground. Pieces of dark and light blue pieces attached to his body, fitting naturally. However, the appearance looked cheap and overly shiny. It wasnât a sturdy piece of armor.
Particles floated around the head, forming a helmet. It covered the top of his head like a soldierâs helmet with two shards shooting up on each side. His mouth and eyes werenât covered by the shoddy helmet.
With his armor completed, an arsenal of weapons showed up in front of him. However, suddenly, some of the weapons were erased from his use. Max watched as an ice katana was greyed out, followed by a few other greyed-out items.
âWhatâs wrong with those weapons?â Max asked.
âIt appears that you canât use them. Theyâve been restricted.â Guardian told him, tilting his head. He hadnât seen anything like this before.
âThis is my new path in life? Cheap armor and only a few weapons?â Max asked him, floating back down. His armor looked out of a superhero parody movie.
âAs time goes, your control the elemental essence flowing within your body. As for your weapons.â He looked away sheepishly. âUh⊠good luck?â
âWait, so you canât take off the restrictions?â He asked.
Guardian shook his head. âWelcome to the world of power. Sometimes restrictions on that power will be beneficial. When we get to the point that more power is needed, weâll find a way to rid you of the restrictions. Until then, enjoy your new life.â
âYou canât tell me that, but not explain what kind of power this is?â He pointed at his armor. âWhat did that crystal do to me?â
âThe crystal chose to fuse with you, granting its powers to you. You have the ability to control the element of ice. This is but one of several that grants a different element.â
âSo I-â
âMax!â Maxâs father shouted. âGet in here!â
Max turned to Guardian before taking a step forward towards the house. However, Guardian stopped him, extending an arm in front of him. Max stared at Guardian as he brought his staff high into the air. He muttered something under his breath, waving the staff around. âWhat are you doing?â
âKnocking your father out. He isnât dead, only sleeping. Iâm also installing a barrier to prevent your neighbors from seeing your training.â Guardian informed him.
âTraining? Youâre going to teach me how to use my powers?â
âYes, but it will be a cruel few hours. Hopefully, you donât feel too much pain.â Guardian told him, chuckling softly.
âWait, what do you mean?â
âYouâll figure out soon.â
âThat doesnât sound good.â
âOf course it isnât.â Guardian raised his staff high into the air, summoning humanoid dolls. He scattered them around the yard. âSay your weaponâs name and itâll be created.â
âCreated? I created the weapon?â
Guardian nodded his head, approaching one of the dolls. âYes, say, for example, âIce Dagger.â
âIce⊠Dagger?â He muttered. Although his expectations were set low, the outcome exploded anything he couldâve expected. His elemental essence seeped out of him, forming a dagger comprised of ice. The dagger wasnât incredibly detailed, but it had the unforgettable shape of a dagger.
âGood, now detail it,â Guardian instructed him.
âHow?â
âImagine it. Itâs up to your imagination to forge these weapons. Imagine the shape of the blade, the wooden hilt, or the sharpness of the dagger. It is sharp enough to slice vegetables, enough to kill somebody?â
His question lingered as the thought of killing people never entered Maxâs mind. He wasnât strong enough to kill somebody. The guilt would take over.
âOkay, forget about killing people. Focus on making that weapon sharp enough to cut through wood. Thatâs your task for today.â
Max nodded, closing his eyes while his hand played with the dull dagger. He spent the next two hours detailing the weapon, imagining the sharpness of the blade, the wooden hilt that he would grab---the feeling he would have while holding the weapon---and how it would slice the air. He made it sharp enough to slice into wood, a difficult task for a normal knife.
After taking two hours to form his perfect version of his Ice Dagger, a grueling task, he was finished. He did what he could, opening his eyes to witness his creation. The extremely detailed dagger had a refined curved blade, sharped at the edges, and a well-made ice hilt. Wood couldnât be used, only ice. Even so, it was enough for Max, who gave the hilt a glassy appearance but was made firmly. It wouldnât shatter as easily.
âCongrats, your first weapon is ready. Now-â Guardian motioned towards the dolls that had remained dominant for two hours. â-deal with them.â
Max nodded, standing up. He let out a breath of air before reclaiming it. He charged forward, stabbing at the doll. He pierced the dollâs mid-section.
âAim for the neck. Stab an artery. It should be alongside the jaw or a few centimeters away from it.â Guardian told him. Max nodded, tearing the knife out of the doll and aiming for an area behind the dollâs jaw, hitting an artery.
âGood, now tear your dagger out but pull it upward. Rip your foe a gash instead of a scratch.â
Max nodded, tearing the dagger out of the doll after pushing upward. A large gash was left in the daggerâs wake.
âPerfect, now-â Guardian was interrupted by a sudden shout. It came from Maxâs father.
âMax! Where are you!â
Max jumped up, deactivating his armor by saying, âunfreeze armorâ, and rushed to his fatherâs side. He had woken up from his forced sleep, cursing to himself about missing the soccer goal. Once he noticed Maxâs presence, which took a few minutes, he ordered him to fetch his sister. âItâs almost 6, go get your stupid sister!â
He nodded, ignoring his fatherâs tone of voice. He was used to it, already. âOkay,â He turned around and headed out the door, heading to his sisterâs school; it was a few blocks away.
Five minutes passed and Max arrived at his sisterâs school. Guardian followed after him, hiding with an invisible black cape that masked his presence.
Max slowed his pace, peering at the main entrance as police cars lined the street. A police officer stood in front of the cars, armed with a megaphone. He cleared his throat before starting. âWhat are your demands?â
â$5,000,000!â A man shouted from the schoolâs main door, armed with a hostage---a seven-year-old schoolboy. âOh, and a helicopter. I want a helicopter.â
The officer turned to what Max assumed was the police chief, a chubbier man with an intense gray bear and constantly-expanding mustache. The two discussed the demands of the man, neither of them wanting to adhere. However, the man had hostages with him, young children.
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