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“Hurry up, you pansies!” Ivan yelled back at the group. He drew out his navy blue water bottle and took a long, relishing swig, returning it to its holder. “Don't want to still be hiking on White Wolf Mountain in the moonlight! That’s when the hyenas show!"

The rest of the group jeered at him. Raymond gave him the finger and readjusted his green knapsack filled with rations and a first-aid kit. “Don’t worry about that! One look at Thomas will make them all howl in terror!”

Ivan laughed heartily while Thomas appeared scorned. In truth, Thomas was a nightmare for anyone who didn't know his sweet side. He was ruggedly built, with thick broad shoulders and rock hard pecks.

His face looked like a blast zone. Scars covered the skin in zigzags shaped as lightning bolts. Thomas’s most astounding feature was the black hole in his right cheek. A person could stare into it for hours, watching the muscles inside flex and relax whenever he talked. Everyone referred to it as his "beauty mark", but they were still curious to how his face looked like it spent some time in a blender.

“Shark attack,” Thomas said one day when they dared to ask. He caressed his scars and twisted his finger inside the bullet shaped hole. That always bugged the hell out of them.

“Yeah right,” Ivan said. “You probably got it while playing jacks one day and falling on top of the pieces.”

Thomas shrugged. “Believe what you want. But I don’t think jacks could have caused this hole,” and that stopped them from questioning him again.

Ivan was leading the pack up the rocky mountain. The grade was steep, and coursing with stones. Eagles guided them up to the summit. There was no path, just up and down. They were hoping that the latter wouldn’t be an option.

25-Jun-2009 23:27:08 - Last edited on 21-Nov-2009 07:12:53 by Dark Enmity

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“You guys want a break?” Ivan said spotting a couple of rocks that could be implemented as seats. Everyone else had sweat rolling down their back. “And spit out the toothpick, Charlie. You’re going to choke on it one day.” Charlie smiled. You never saw him without two things: One was a toothpick, the second was a woman.

Lester was the last one to join them. It was like a furious game of musical chairs. The five boys all raced to the rocks, pushing each other off to get the best ones. Lester was left to sit on the ground, neatly placing all his video equipment around him.

“So, should I tell you all what I want to do with my money?” Raymond asked in child’s voice. Everyone groaned and he laughed. “Ah, you can all go to hell.”

Charlie bear-hugged him and shook his hair. “Well, I know what I am going to buy. One of those Caribbean homes by the beach, so I can work on my already perfect tan,” he said sarcastically. Charlie was Albino and if they all knew that if he looked any whiter, they would be able to see through him.

“Maybe Thomas can buy some plastic surgery to fix that distorted face of his,” Ivan said raising an eyebrow at Thomas.

“Nah, if I did then how on earth would I be able to scare Lester?” They were howling with laughter as Thomas glared at Lester who at first was also laughing, but then saw the seriousness in Thomas’s face and shrunk back. This made them howl harder.

They were passing around the food which had been peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. Raymond analyzed his and threw it at the ground.

“You expect me to eat this crap? What do I look like a freakin’ dog?”

“Fine, don’t eat it, but that’s the only thing you get for six hours,” Ivan pointed out. Raymond sighed and picked up the sandwich, brushing off the dirt and dust. Luckily, it had missed the fecal matter a couple feet away.

“Five second rule,” Raymond said and bit into it, making loud smacking noises with his lips.

"That was ten seconds.”

25-Jun-2009 23:27:13 - Last edited on 21-Nov-2009 06:30:55 by Dark Enmity

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“Whatever, when I am rich I am never going to eat another sandwich. Just caviar on my private jet.”

Thomas finished his sandwich in two bites. “We’re not going to be *that~ rich.”

“A man can dream, can’t he?” Raymond replied, flashing his eyes in a girly fashion. He twirled his short ginger hair around his fingers to look like curls. “It’s a hard-knock life, for us! It’s a hard-knock life, for us! No one cares for you a smidge, when you’re in an orphanage! Uh...hold on a second...ah to hell with it. I never like Annie anyways.” The rest of the group was roaring. Ivan smiled.

~This is what it's like before you’re famous,~ he thought. ~Those last laughs.~ Without much thought, Ivan laughed with them.

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Five hundred kilometers away, in the closest city to White Wolf Mountain, Robert Zheng was putting on his white lab coat. He was inside his mediocre sized house (two floors, one of them belonging to his mother) and mulling around in the basement which he had transformed into a make-shift laboratory.

Robert had invented many devices that he stored down there. He called them futuristic inventions, that would change the world as we know it. There was another word that his neighbors had used once. Junk.

Stashed away in the far corner on top of a glass table sat a machine similar to a polygraph. In fact, it was a polygraph, but Robert had twiddled with it to turn the polygraph into something he called the physic quake.

Right then a red LED light was flashing on top of the machine, and the stylus was zooming across the paper. Robert picked it up, bemused.

“What are you trying to say, my child?” It took ten more seconds to find out.

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“Holy Merlin!" Zheng screamed out, rushing to his computer. Quickly typing in a website very careful not to misspell. His mouse scrolled over the pages till he found what he needed. His fingers were gliding over the keys, like a synchronized dance.

“Quaker works! I have detected an earthquake that will happen in the city. The scientists thought it couldn’t be done. They thought earthquakes were too spontaneous, but I did it!” Robert was smiling with joy. His four fans that were always on his site would be thrilled.

Robert fixed the collar of his white coat and stroked his imaginary beard. “Dr. Zheng, how does it feel to make the most amazing invention since the light bulb?”

“Well, it took a lot of determination. I did have strain, though. But my colleagues all knew that I was the most intelligent and if anyone could succeed, it would be me.” A new voice came into the scene. It was harsh and demanding, with a tinge of piercing the air.

~“Robert! Supper's ready!”~

“But Mom, I am making history down here!”

~“Your mashed potatoes are getting cold!”~

Robert licked his lips and threw his coat on the wooden hanger. Scientific discoveries could wait, especially when mashed potatoes were on the line.

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Ivan was still leading the group up the strenuous mountain. He liked to call their group “The Odd Squad”. He didn't consider their mission very strange, though.

This had been a dream of his ever since he could walk. While others had been playing on their skateboards or going to water parks, Ivan had been playing with toy aliens. The way the looked, how cute their black eyes were. They fascinated him.

“Do aliens exist, Auntie K?” Ivan said when he got his first alien plushy for his eighth birthday. “Andy in my class says they don’t, but I think he’s lying.”

“Well, maybe you will prove him wrong one day,” Ivan’s Aunt suggested.

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“I will, Auntie. I will find aliens and show all the people that don't believe. I'll show they were wrong.”

Ivan still had the same dream, but it had been twisted by science and the common laws of the Universe. It was impossible for an alien to look green and squishy with no bones and fly in a massive hover-craft with a tractor beam. Ivan had learned that. He was hoping that he would find a true alien fossilized in a meteor today.

The centennial shower happens—as the name implies—once every one-hundred years. Over thousands of rocks in space would try to penetrate the atmosphere. They would tape it all and when it was finished they would crack open a meteorite and prove that aliens exist.

The five joined together when they were college frat boys. Just into drinking and girls. Now they were into aliens, drinking and girls. Except for Ivan. He only loved aliens.

“Are we there yet?” Raymond asked. Raymond had been Ivan’s friend since they could talk. They always used to play at the sandpit in school, the one that everyone else had neglected. Raymond always made the better castles.

“Mine is way bigger!” Raymond said proudly.

“No way, yours would fall apart on the first attack. Mine is stronger!” Ivan said when he was eight.

“So? Didn't your mom ever tell you bigger is better?”

“No, my mom told me that people that are named Raymond are mean to their wives.” Raymond just looked at him quizzically. Ivan’s father had left him when he was born, out of fear of parenting. He lived with his mother and his Aunt Karen.

Raymond just flashed his silky eyes and stuck his tongue out. A group of older kids were walking by, whispering beside the soccer posts. They were all wearing tee-shirts and torn jeans and baseball caps turned backwards so they could look "cool".

"What if we joined our castles together?” Raymond suggested.

“Huh?”

“You know, join forces. With my big tower and your large fortress we’d be unstoppable.”

25-Jun-2009 23:28:05 - Last edited on 21-Nov-2009 06:48:42 by Dark Enmity

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~“Watch out, kids!”~ One of the older boys sprinted towards them. He took a leap and tried to clear the sand castles. Just as his feet slipped on the wooden edge and swept him off balance. He crashed into the pit, eating dirt.

~“Ugh, yuck!~ You little kids better watch out next time!” He brushed off the sand and joined his friends who were all laughing and taking pictures with their phones.

Their sandcastles looked like a battle zone that had just been struck by a bomb. Where the perfectly accurate turrets had stood were just piles of sand. Two lumps were left after the disaster. Raymond picked up a handful from where his awesome castle was ten seconds ago. The sand slowly drizzled through his hand like a sieve. Raymond was tearing up.

“My sandcastle is ruined! Those big meanies killed it! I’m telling!”

Ivan looked at Raymond with concern and pity. Pity that if he didn't do something soon, Raymond would be marked as a crybaby for the rest of his life.

“Let’s make it better,” Ivan said.

“What?” Raymond sniffled, wiping snot onto his sleeve.

“Come and help me make it better, I know we can.” Slowly Ivan picked up handfuls of sand and poured them into their lime-green bucket. Raymond helped.

“Thanks, Ivan.”

“Don’t mention it,” Ivan said nonchalantly.

“No, I mean it. You're a good friend, you really are.” Ivan just gave half of a smile and returned to construction. What else could he do? In grade two, kids could be real bullies, especially if they knew you were a sap.

“Thanks, man. Now come on. I think an army is coming for battle.”

That had been twenty years ago. Raymond and Ivan still stuck through, though times were turning tough. Alien hunters worked on extremely low salaries and Raymond was looking for bigger and better things (even when he was eight he always wanted the best, God bless him), and the centennial shower could be his last extraterrestrial search before he hung up his ectoplasm gun and ghost ray detector.

“We’re here.”

25-Jun-2009 23:28:10 - Last edited on 21-Nov-2009 06:48:16 by Dark Enmity

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It looked like a picture from a science-fiction comic. The summit was nothing but a gigantic crater, filled with rocks and dead plants and trees. In the west, the sun was setting low in the sky, reflecting shades of orange and pink as it descended. Ivan had to pause for a moment to take it all in.

“Time to get ready,” Ivan said with authority. Like clock-work, everyone started setting up cameras, meteor detectors, rock analyzers and puffy blue sleeping bags. Lester was just cooking up a pot of hot chocolate when all the guys were staring at him with bewilderment.

“What?” Lester said. “Ain’t you guys ever had hot chocolate before?”

“Not when I was about to make the ultimate discovery,” Charlie replied. This gave Ivan an idea. He took a sliver mug and dunked into the giant steaming pot of brown liquid.

“A toast,” he said. The others followed suit by filling their mugs. “To everything we have done in preparation for this moment.”

He was about to chug it down when Raymond raised his glass. “And to E.T. The most God awful, inaccurate alien movie I have ever seen."

Ivan chuckled. “Why not? To E.T. as well.”

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The stars were emerging from the black sky like magic, revealing to the five men hundreds of nightlights. They were scattered randomly across the sky, but connected together in a strange way.

The guys were all in snuggled in their sleeping bags, sitting around a smoldering fire. Each had a long stick that still had marshmallow gunk on the ends. Lester was fumbling with his necklace.

“I don’t like it,” he said to break the silence. Lester’s eyes were itchy and red, like something had caught in them. Part of it was because of the fire sparks, but most was fear. The chain around his neck carried a mood pendant. One of those cheap trinkets you can by at any souvenir store. Right now it was black.

“I have a bad feeling right now."

25-Jun-2009 23:29:13 - Last edited on 21-Nov-2009 06:55:04 by Dark Enmity

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Ivan sighed. Everyone knew Lester was as superstitious as a widow with ten cats. Ladders terrified him as well as Friday the thirteenth; he always threw salt over his shoulder and carried a four leaf clover in his pocket. Something about his mood ring made him believe there was an evil presence near them.

“Lester come on, we’re so close,” Ivan said in a comforting manner, though his fists were clenching part of the sleeping bag fabric tightly.

“I don’t care; the heavens are telling me we shouldn’t be here.” He kissed his pendant and then took out his clover, placing it on his chest. “I feel like we’re in some sort of parallel universe. It just seems that this is a bad place to be."

Charlie looked smug. "You know where a bad place to be is? Trampled by a car after you have won your first lottery ticket. ~That~ is what I call bad luck.”

“Don’t even joke,” Lester said anxiously. He was now out of his sleeping bag, pacing around the fire. “Jokes are just a way of a person having their last laugh before they die.”

“You think we’re going to die? Somebody is morbid today.”

Lester locked his eyes onto Charlie’s. “We all die eventually. Why won't it be today? People die in the showers, at work—hell, I bet somebody has died at their wedding ceremony. What makes you think we won’t die now?"

"Because this is not our time. It would just be too cruel for us to die now," Ivan said confidently, but with slight recoil. Lester was like a prophet. Kind of crazy at first, but if left in the right situation they can spread their ideas as fast as mold.

Raymond started speaking his words of wisdom: “It doesn’t matter, God always hated me. I knew from the moment I was born he was thinking, ~I am going to make your life hell, Raymond. Your humiliation will make my day.~ I am starting to think it’s true.”

25-Jun-2009 23:29:18 - Last edited on 21-Nov-2009 07:12:25 by Dark Enmity

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The sun was hidden somewhere in space, and they were all submerged to total darkness except for the flicker of the fire shinning on their faces. But the five didn't know what true darkness was, the kind that makes you scream. Scream that it might stop, scream that it might be forgiving. Darkness can be a sick and twisted monster that lurks up on small children. It was understandable that so many people were afraid of it.

Ivan wasn’t. All he was afraid of was clowns. Their deformed make-up looked applicable for a horror movie. The large red around their mouth reminded him of blood. Their pale white powder made them appear dead. They had shoes that where to big that could stomp you whenever they felt like it. Ivan hated clowns. He could still remember when he was ten, hating them more then he could ever imagine.

“Mommy?” They had been at the circus, and Ivan had just seen a man who could swallow swords and breathe fire. He couldn’t watch, so he covered his eyes with his hands, peaking through them to make him feel less scared.

“Mommy, where are you?” The young boy was holding a large clump of cotton candy in his hand, wandering around the ring aimlessly searching for his mother. He barely could remember what she looked like.

~She has brown eyes...or was it blue? What was she wearing? A purple dress? A jacket? Oh my God I don’t know what my mom looks like!’~

~“Where's my mommy!~ I. Want. My. ~MOMMY!”~ Ivan was screaming at the top of his lungs, drawing attention from all the other parents clutching their children closer. A clown walked up to him with that stupid upturned grin on his face.

“Hyuck! You lost kiddo? Let me help you find your mommy,” the clown said, grabbing Ivan’s hand. Ivan started screaming louder.

~“Let go of me! I want my mommy!”~ The clown had orange hair that looked like he was on fire and eyes that were just black coals. Ivan wanted to cry.

25-Jun-2009 23:29:47 - Last edited on 21-Nov-2009 07:07:20 by Dark Enmity

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“Hey kid, keep it down. Just calm down and walk with me!” The clown was looking angry which made his make-up turn deformed and warped. “Just be a good boy and—~YEOUCH!”~ Ivan had clamped down on the clown’s hand, piercing his teeth through the white glove.

“You little weasel! You drew blood! Go find your stupid mother on your own!” The clown cursed under his breath and stormed into the crowd. Ivan was left alone.

“I just want my mommy...” Ivan sat down inside the gigantic circus tent and cried.

That had been a long time ago, but he could still remember that clown. Especially the eyes. They were just black holes. Ivan was confident death had been staring him in the face.

Clowns were bad. Ivan had a strict rule: if you see a clown, get the hell away from it. It had worked so far.

Lester was still fumbling with his pendant. “Something isn’t right. I can sense it.”

Thomas startled them all by turning paternal. “Hey, do you think us four will let something bad happen? No way, hosé. You just stick with us, and you will be flying high.”

“Yeah man, you either fly like a hummingbird or sink like a rock. I myself am sweet like sugar.” Charlie smiled with a toothpick wedged in his teeth.

Those words helped calm Lester down. ~Good thing, too,~ Ivan thought. ~A meltdown is the last thing we need.~ He curled deeper into his sleeping bag, being careful not to fall snooze off. Except for the soft bird chirps and the whistling of the wind through the grass, everything was quiet. Not a soul would suspect that the Odd Squad was up on that summit, waiting.

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The World Organization of Peace is a group that is solely devoted to keeping the public’s confusion and terror to a minimum. Everyday, hundreds of calls come in saying another global disaster is going to happen. And everyday, they stop it.

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