THe New Chapter of my Life

So. Today I have thought about a lot of things. Where am I going? What Am I going to DO with my life? Who am I going to see? And, I have a few answers. First off, I am going to go to Heaven. That is my main goal. And to do that, I need to change. I have done, and still sometimes do, things that I am not proud of, or proud to admit. I'm human, we all are, and we all make mistakes. Also, I have looked more at my life. I used to think that God did not answer my prayers, and because of that, I had a lot of times where I lost my faith, was angry at God, and those who followed him, seemingly blind to the troubles around them, or so it would seem to me at the time. Then I realized, It wasn't God who wasn't listening, it was ME. Many times I had asked for someone to come into my life who would understand me, who I could just be open to, and I thought I knew what that meant. I thought I knew best, and what I thought was for someone who would love me, and who I could love. A Companion, not the person I needed. But now I see, that he DID answer my prayer, the first time I asked for it. And that Answer came in the Form of a girl, Laesha Yeager. And for the first time, I see that she has actually helped me regain what faith I had lost. I also saw that my pain was being self inflicted, by lowering myself to the standards of my old friends, just to keep them as friends. No longer. The friends who I can be me with are the only ones that matter, and everyone else just keep me from being who I need to be, For God! So, I have changed now. No longer will I be  "Nice Boy Caleb" or "The Silent One" or even the "Angry one". Life is too short. Material things matter little when my soul is at stake. So, Goodbye, friends. And Goodbye sin. And Hello, God, and all those I Love. Now all that comes is learning to Trust again. Wish me Luck, and My God be with you. God's Love!

Japanese

So, to be quite honest, my favorite language is Japanese. It just has so much...expression. You cant say it speak it without having emotion, from what I have seen. It is also such a beautiful language. I love listening to it. I would love to be able to speak it. Just a couple of examples from Kokia (She has a beautiful voice, by the way are)

Beautiful, and:

So, that's my favorite language.

"Conversation with Myself" A small Snippet from One of my Book Ideas

'I need to be faster' He raised his arm, just barely in time to block the sword.
'I need to be....harder' He couldn't bring himself to kill the man in front of him
'I need to be....STRONGER' He failed in his duty; he failed to protect her
"Your so weak, "Gabriel"...How can you call yourself one of the A.R.C.H-A.N.G.E.L's? Let ME take over...*I* Will kill him for you! *I* Will make you faster, and *I* will make you harder!" He remember back to when he was branded "Subject A.L.P.H.A 7-347: Classification: Unstable, Alternate personality created at same time of experimentation with subject's neural systems."
"If you think I will let you take control of my body, Malek , you are mistaken!"
"I am not "Malek" now, I am Lucifer!" Gabriel's body lost control then, and killed 4 men before gun fire took him down, sending him into a coma.....

School: Our job? Then I Quit

Teachers constantly talk about how "School is our Job" Or "It is Our Job to do School" and a bunch of other stuff like that. well, If it Is my Job, then I want to Quit! See, at a Job, you get paid, yet, you have to pay to go to school. What kind of Job makes YOU pay to go and do the WORK. It is the OTHER WAY AROUND. Your employer pays you for the work you do. Bad employer, this school. But seriously. I have to pay to go at get an education that is REQUIRED BY THE STATE. If it is REQUIRED, then we shouldn't have to pay for. I have a great Idea, Colorado: Pay for schools yourselves, like Texas. My cousins who live there never had school fees, (except if they lost something) and so they don't know what I am talking about when I say School is too expensive. Either do one of two things, people:
1) Make school a option, where you have to pay to get in, or
2) Make school required, but you don't have to pay for it!
Make the state pay for our schooling! Trust me, it will be a good investment!

Chapter One of The Keepers

Before I post this, I would like to say that, the name Melissa was used because I couldn't think of another name to use, and, besides, I think it fits. Melissa Deyoung. I would also like to say that the romance between the main character, Melissa, and the other main character, John Ashburn, is in no way reflected of of real events. This is a work of fiction, and should be treated as such. Thank you

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Chapter One

                She heard the sounds of heavy footsteps coming down the hall. Turning, she saw a shadow move. She decided to follow it, and found herself in a small storage room. Reaching next to her, she found the light switch, and turned it on. The man in front of her jumped in surprise, and turned towards here, a look of great fear and confusion on his face. She looked at him with equal confusion. His body was large and muscular, and his hair, long, and slightly unkempt, looking dirty, as if it hadn’t been washed in years. His clothes looked to be made of old-fashioned leather, and his boots looked to be old plate, like a knight’s. On his shoulders ha had small plate pads as well, also like a knight’s. Across his back was hung a huge sword. At his waist hung yet another, and in his hand was a spear. She turned to leave, and suddenly stopped. ‘A spear? Swords? What is this guy? A renascence fair worker?’

                She turned back and looked more closely. He still hadn’t moved, and seemed to not be breathing. The hand holding the spear was incased in a Gauntlet, covered with strange markings a Crystals. ‘Who is he?’ She thought. The main raised his hand with the spear, and she instinctively backed away. Suddenly, a flash came from his Gauntlet, and the sound of a soft explosion, and he was gone. She shook her head, and walked away. ‘I’m dreaming…Or maybe I’m just seeing things now. I think I need to take a vacation.’ She thought to herself.

“Miss. Deyoung, you haven’t left yet?” She jumped, and spun around, hand already going to the small knife she kept with her.

“Oh, No, Mr. Carden. I’m sorry. I was just leaving,”

“I told you, just call me Allen. And, what were you doing in the medieval store room, Miss. Deyoung?

“Oh! Um…I thought I saw someone moving around back here, but, I guess it was just lights moving across this guy,” She pointed to the stand holding a suit of armor.

“I see. Well, you should probably get home, Miss. Deyoung. You know I worry about how far you have to walk to your house. Maybe I should give you a ride?”

No, no Mr. Carden. You need to stay here, it is your job. Don’t worry; I am not even going home yet. I’m meeting some friends for a little fun tonight. But, thank you for the offer, Allen,” With that she left the building, rubbing her arms at the chill of the night-time air. She was just about to step away from the Museum when she heard a voice,

“Hey there. Long time no see, Melissa! How have you been?” Melissa spun around, whipping out the knife she carried, and stopped, mouth slightly open at who she saw in front of her. He had long black hair, tied back with what looked like a strip of black leather. He wore jeans and a simple, white button-up shirt, and a long, black leather trench coat. From what she could see, he had a decent muscular build, and a look of intelligence about him. His left hand was held up in a wave, and his right was concealed in a pocket in his coat. Last, she looked at his face. A long, jagged scare went from the top of his face, down over his right eye to his chin, and another crossed that one, from his right temple to just below his eye. His eyes were a brilliant green, and filled with some familiarity. Suddenly, she recognized him. It was the scar over his eye that gave him away.

“John!” she shouted, running up to him “It’s been years since I last saw you! How have you been?” She threw her arms around him, and he put his left arm around her as well. She stepped away, and saw a smile on his face.

“I’ve been well, thank you Melissa. Look at you! You certainly have done well!” He said this with a smile, looking her up and down. She playfully punched his arm,

“Oh, shut up, you,” She was glad she could hide her blushes, and then looked him up and down and said, “You’re not looking too bad yourself. You look nice. Very nice.” He rubbed his head absently, and then said,

“So, where you headed off to?”

“Oh, I am meeting with some of my friends for dinner.  I still eat at that old place every Friday night.”

“Really? You mean…?”

“Yes, the place you took me on our first date. My girlfriends and I love that place. Though, it does get annoying how they all keep pestering me to find a man,”

“You’re still single?” John asked with surprise. Melissa smiled at this, and nodded,

“Well, I never quite found anyone. Not since you left, John. Where did you go?” John’s smile dropped from his face just then, and his eyes seemed to dull, but a second later they were back.

“Oh, I just had to get away. I would have rather let you know, but, we had to go really quickly. I’m so sorry if I caused you any pain,” He said this with such sincerity, that Melissa simply shrugged.

                “I figured it must have been something important if you couldn’t talk to me. But, You know that I work in a Museum, what do you do?” He laughed and said,

                “You wouldn’t believe me if I told you. Besides, it’s classified,” She shook her head and turned to walk away. She was going to be late.

                “Wait!” He shouted. She stopped, and looked at him. He stepped up to her and held his arm out for her.

                “Shall I walk you to dinner?” She smiled, and took his harm happily, leaning her head on his shoulder, like she had done those many years ago.

                Their walk took them to an old building, its name long forgotten, because its sign had been worn off, and everyone around here just called it The Diner. John opened the door, and let Melissa in, and followed after her. She turned to him, and he nodded to her, and began to turn to leave. She grabbed his arm, and looked him in the eye,

                “Hey, would you like to join us for dinner, John? We always have one extra seat, just in case,” He smiled and nodded, following her to a table with a group of women and men, and sat next to her. She said hello to everyone, and said to them,

                “Everyone, I would like you to meet John Ashburn, an old friend of mine,” She must have been smiling a little too much, because one of the girls said,

                “He must have been more than a friend!” Everyone laughed, and John just looked uncomfortable. She mouthed an ‘I’m sorry’ to him, and sat down. One of the men at the table, the husband of the woman who had just spoken, asked,

                “So, John. How long have you known Melissa?” John, barely glanced up from the menu when he answered,

                “Since we were born. We were always together during school, and our families counted us each as another member.” The other man nodded, and held out his hand to him.

                “I’m Bill. Nice to meet you. This is my wife, Jenny” She nodded, and smiled at him. John set the menu down and extended his left arm. Melissa noted that he kept his right hand hidden in a pocket still. When the waitress came, she seemed to be distracted by John, who smiled pleasantly at her, and ordered a steak, medium rare, potatoes, asparagus, and a salad. Everyone stared at him, and Bill said,

                “Got yourself an appetite, eh, John?” Everyone laughed at this, including John who said,

                “Well, you would too, when you just got here! I haven’t even found a hotel yet,” Their smiles all disappeared, and John looked around curiously.

                “There have been no planes here for years. None have arrived today, either. How did you get here?” John smiled and said,

                “I took the train of course!”

                “The nearest train station is twenty miles away. Do you have a car?”

                “Nope. I walked. Nothing wrong with that, is there?”

                “Your telling us that you walked across a twenty mile long dead zone? The hottest place you will find in this area, wearing that, with no baggage?” John dropped his smile, and answered in a low voice,

                “Listen. I am tired, I am hungry, and just got back to the town I was born and raised in. Do I not have baggage? Of course I do, and a friend of mine is taking care of it right now. I wanted to visit with Melissa before I moved on to a hotel, and left in the morning. So, I do not appreciate your distrust of me, Bill.” Everyone lowered their eyes, and the waitress came by with the food. John’s smile returned and the conversations at the table continued as normal. Melissa watched John as he picked up his knife, and noticed that his right hand had a gauntlet very similar to the other man’s.  She asked him,

                “So, where did you get that Gauntlet? And why are you wearing it?” John glanced at it, then swallowed, and answered,

                “Oh, just a gift. And, I wear it as a constant reminder of some things, which I would prefer not to talk about.” When diner was finished, and they had said goodbye, John and Melissa walked out of The Diner, and John turned to leave.

                “John?” Melissa called

                “Yes, Melissa?”

                “If…Um, well…If you need a place to stay, um, you could stay with me…” John smiled and said,

                “Sure, Melissa. Thank you” He walked over to her, glanced at where they were, and then stopped. His right hand was again in his picket, and he was lifting his left one slightly. He said in a calm voice,

                “What time is it?” Melissa glanced at her watch, and said,

                “It eleven oh four. Why?” She soon got her answer, as John shouted,

                “Get down!” And grabbed her, and pulled her down, as a gun-shot was heard, and the glass above them shattered. John rolled to his feet, as people screamed, and some called nine-one-one. Reaching into his trench coat, he pulled out a strange looking pistol, and aimed at the man who had shot at them. They stood their like that for a long time, until the cops had arrived. They started for both John and the other man, until the crown explained what happened. John showed a slip of paper to them, and turned away, picking Melissa up.

                “Sorry about that, Melissa. I just didn’t want you to get hurt,” She shook her head. It sounded to her that he had known it was going to happen. She asked him,

                “How did you do that? How did you know someone was going to shoot at me? Or was it at you? What’s going on?” Her voice was shaking with fear. John hailed a taxi, and  said,

                “I’ll explain it all when we get to your house. You’re going to have to trust me,” The taxi stopped, and the door opened, and out stepped…..

                The man she had seen earlier. He still had the sword at his waist and the Gauntlet on his hand. He leaned over to John, and said,

                “Ke tal na?” The last thing she heard or saw was John answering,

                “Yes. History has just changed,” Melissa then passed out thinking ‘What is going on?’

My Mythology

For the past many years (five, in fact....Not long, I know, but, still, I'm only a Teenager...) I have had a Fascination with Mythologies, Fantasies. My favorites are Werewolves, and I will attempt to explain why. To me, a Werewolf is just....the perfect creature. I love Wolves in real life, so, it was only natural for me to fall in love with the Mythical Werewolf. Whats not to like? According to the Mythologies i have read, a Werewolf can change form from man to werewolf at anytime he wishes, however, on Full Moons, it is an uncontrollable thing. They are covered in fur, have fangs AND claws. They have great speed and strength, as well as having enhanced smell and hearing. Silver stuns them, and burns them, and kills them if shot through the heart (which, would kill anything, actually....) The only other way to kill them is to remove the heart and burn it along with the head, or just the head or heart, because of the regenerative abilities. A werewolf could beat a vampire ANY day, given all the weaknesses vampires have: Garlic. Holy Water. The Sun. A wooden stake. A crucifix. Vampires are just too weak, whereas a Werewolf can go about at ANY time, and can only be killed in two ways! Come on! Whats not awesome about that! Anyways, that is my reasoning. (And, yes, I know not all legends are like that, but, still...)

A prologue of sorts....an Idea

Belac stepped over the fallen statue, glancing to his side. The city beyond was on fire, as it had been for years. A breeze blew past, carrying whispers of days long past, and causing the cloak around his right arm to flutter. His single eye glanced back at the building he was walking towards, while subconsciously rubbing the bandaging over the other. Stopping in front of what used to be the door, he knelled by it, running his left arm through the dirt, gritting his teeth. I may never march in the infantry.... He allowed tears to roll down his face, making the bandaging wet. ...Ride in the Calvary, shoot the artillery..... His right arm hung uselessly by his side, and twitched slightly, paining him. I may never fly over the enemy, but I'm in the Lords army!... The song stuck in his head, haunting him. I'm in the Lords army! I may never.... If only he had been faster, if only he had been...been stronger, then maybe, maybe they would have made it. Looking up, he looked painfully at the grave markers, torn apart now after ten years of battles and corrosion. The children, the families, all of the members of this church...gone in an instant, because of a Mistake HE had been a part of.
There was a slight crackle in the wind near him, and he dove to the side as a pile of stone was exploded. Reaching with his left hand, he drew his rifle, and took aim. With his right arm still useless, he had only two shots for this, but Redeemer had never failed him...never missed, not even....
He would need a lot more than two shots for this. Cursing his luck, or his foolishness, he fired at the first Demon in the sky, taking it down. He cocked the lever. Fired again, and another down. He dropped the rifle, and drew his revolver. Six shots. Six down. There were still twenty Demons in the sky. Sighing, he reached back and drew the sword from his back, and took his stance, vaguely being aware of shots in the distance, growing closer. A demon charged, and was split down the middle, another was decapitated, and the next a hole in its center. Sweat beaded on Belac's face, and his right arm began to twitch even more wildly. A High-Demon appeared, and smiled at him. Closing his eye, Belac raised his right arm slowly, and grasped the handle of his most deadly weapon, penitence. Lifting the rifle, he aimed it at the Demon, who smiled more.
"You will burn in the very flames that made you. Begone from this world!" Belac yelled as he pulled the trigger, releasing a blast powerful enough to knock him back a couple of feet, while taking out the remainder of the Demons, as well as the High. Putting it away, he turned to face the Men who had arrived, and hung his head, to hid his face from their leader, who he knew well. He remembered the times before.....