Chapter 3: The Metamorphosis

I rest frozen on my knees and my head tilted toward the sky.

My eyes slowly turning white as my old persona proceeds to wither and die.

The ghosts of my past further the process to obscure my vision.

My soul desperately struggles to escape this bodily prison.

Muscles are ceasing function and brain no longer performing synaptic feats.

I’ll just pay for the actions of my sins and accept my defeat.

But what I noticed before arriving to my final moment.

Is that my soul refused to accept any forms of judgment.

What most don’t know is that the soul continues to thrive when the mind and body can’t be operated.

And in some cases the body and mind become anew and life is reincarnated.

Before I could step towards embarking on a new expedition

My soul guided me to a grand tapestry woven of past successes and malfunctions.

It was hard watching my life standing right before my eyes.

All the scars, pain, and anguish I inflicted on others; I wish they were all lies.

Suddenly my nerves produced a spark; a sign that regeneration is taking place.

In response, opaque eyes released translucent tears that streamed down my face.

Each tear I shed relinquished a sin embedded beneath my skin.

I was beginning to forgive myself and consciousness swelled from within.

My soul soon began to grow to an uncontrollable size.

Its purpose was to entrust me with a new body as my prize.

The shell of my former self slightly grew then cracked at the pressure.

The light from my soul pierced through the cracks creating luminous fissures.

After a sequence of breaks, the light receded below.

Silence filled the air and the shell appeared to be hollow.

Suddenly the shell broke, dissolving into fine powder.

And there stood a being glowing with profound power.

Inhaling and exhaling, my lungs filled with air and feeling refreshed.

I have arisen from my ashes as a phoenix masked in human flesh.

With a new life and new purpose, it’s now time to develop a new plan.

Headed toward a brighter future; guided by events of the past. This is my journey to becoming a man.

-C. Davis

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Have you read chapter 2 of Team CREATE? Check out Chapter 2: Enter the Monster, now.

Chapter 2: Enter the Monster

Do you want to know how I feel right now?

Peer into the eyes of my newest victim as their body forces them to bow.

Wearing a blood stained shirt while licking blood off my palm.

Victim grasped by fear while I smile coldly and calm.

She looks up at me and I flick her in her head.

Her body falls back; emotions leaking from of her chest. Yes, she is emotionally dead.

To finish off my work of art, I crushed her precious heart.

And in turn further spread the pain within my emotionless heart.

So to suppress the hurt from my internal infliction

I must drench my hands in others emotions to support my dopamine addiction.

You don’t know how good those feelings taste.

From sadness to happiness nothing ever goes to waste.

Strangely there was something wrong with this last meal.

The feelings tasted too raw; I was fooled by their delicate appeal.

From then on, each feeling I encountered was just as raw as my first one.

Slowly my stomach began to feel full moments after my feast had begun.

The mind fiends for the dopamine, but the stomach can no longer digest the emotions.

The body struggles to fend off hunger while enduring the internal hierarchy commotions.

Why now? Couldn’t this have waited until I’d gotten older?

Soon I began to see my victims and hear their voices within my head grow louder.

Haunted by their memories; they attempt to induce my insanity.

Screaming, holding my head using all forms of profanity.

The noise slowly seeped in to the deepest parts of me.

Revealing emotions that laid hidden subconsciously.

My body started to heat up, peaking at critical mass.

Skin cracking, mind opening, I don’t know how long I’m going to last.

Old and foreign emotions finally mixed together in a bodily composition.

Now forcing my mind to come to an agreeable proposition.

I will feel the change of my world through every pore and orifice.

For now watch as I mimic my insect counterpart through my human metamorphosis.

-C. Davis

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Have you read Chapter 1: Free the Beast by C. Davis?

Chapter 1: Free The Beast by C. Davis

From the moment of birth, the subconscious keeps the instinct at bay.

So the mental state proceeds to develop in an odd, peculiar way.

In its early stages, the subconscious helps its Host develop poise and character.

With that came respect and the ability to overcome any racial and ethnical barrier.

As the subconscious spurs the Host’s growth, the instinct begins to growl in envy.

Why won’t you pay attention?! Why do you keep denying me?!

From this moment forward, begins the mental struggle and never ending rivalry.

To think things through or act out as the feelings come naturally.

The internal war brought nothing short of destruction and mental pain.

And each battle had a different effect on the Host’s brain.

The Host developed small headaches which were quelled by over-the-counter drugs.

This remedy was only temporary and swept the real damage under the rug.

The small headaches returned more frequently and were increasingly reinforced.

The Host slowly became less caring and showed compassion that seemed a little forced.

Subconscious was once strong enough to help the Host resist any instinctual impulses.

Now weakened by time, the subconscious frequently falters and the instinct loudly rejoices.

From Advil to Excedrin, nothing seemed to soothe these migraines.

Synaptic reactions ceased and the Host became insane.

This was only the beginning of the instinct’s plan.

With the subconscious gone, the Host would follow the instinct’s every command.

First order of business was to get use to all these phenomenal powers.

Once mastered it was off to conquering societal towers.

But don’t count the subconscious out yet, it still had some fight.

And it knew it would take everything to make things right.

Last fight. Last round. The location is the mid-brain alter.

Outside the mind, the Host is interacting with another.

Jab, jab, hook, jab, followed by a kick in the chest.

The subconscious was no match for the instinct who was at its best.

The victor became king while the loser was locked in prison.

Meanwhile the Host made an unsightly decision.

It took the emotions locked in the other Host’s heart.

Then feasted, digested, and tore the remains apart.

Instinct and Host fully synced and haunted by emotional hunger.

Now steadily carves a bloodthirsty path, changing from beast to a monster.

-C. Davis

 

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Egyptian Prophecy by C. Davis

Since the moment you were born, you were faced with constant attacks from failure and sadness.

Yet you felt that your existence on this planet was meant for a superior purpose.

No signs of praise or encouragement from your friends or family.

Tired of the pain, you escape to the museum; Soothing your mind with thoughts of ancient history.

Wandering around for hours you stumble upon a dark corner.

And beneath the sheath of the darkness was an artifact covered in a mysterious aura.

Drawn towards it, you approach with caution.

Touching it slightly, you slip into what seemed to be another dimension.

You awoke in the same establishment but it seemed to be many years prior.

You emerged from the temple-like structure and witnessed the area engulfed by fire.

At first you were filled with fright but the heat of the flames hugged you and calmed you down.

Daringly you walked onto the scorched earth and the flames merged with the ground.

Survivors of the tragedy took time to bury their dead.

Then returned to presence and bowed as if you were the new Head.

An elderly woman was brought before you with bright red burns as if she was marked with dye.

You looked past her infliction and focused more on her left eye.

See the right eye was healthy and filled with pure thoughts and truths.

And her left eye was haunted by the sights of lies and untruths.

Feeling pity for one burdened with such a fate

You put your forehead on hers, prayed to the heavens, and opened up her mind’s gate.

Both of you slowly parted ways and she kisses you on your hand.

And her forehead revealed a thousand-petal lotus with a lavender-colored tan.

She turned around and not a sound from the crowd was heard.

They only responded by closing their eyes and received her thoughts as if they were spoken words.

This event became one of your greatest moments of your time.

And the fact others could not marvel in it was the only crime.

At that moment, the past proceeded to retreat to your rear.

And before you knew it, the modern day museum had reappeared.

You soon realized the significance of your journey to the earlier era.

It was your duty to bear witness to the results of life-long human error.

When the human race could not control the flow of knowledge, they began to run wild.

It could only be fully understood through the teachings of Ra’s child.

The child’s innocence made it pure while its divine lineage made its truth all powerful.

And its bright yellow essence would only illuminate through a handful.

As powerful and warm as the sun, this power is something to behold.

You turn toward the tome and thank the ancient herald.

Now it’s time to embark on the path of your destiny.

To awake those who are third eye blind as foretold in the Egyptian prophecy.

-C. Davis

 

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Hide and I’ll Seek: Lost

Aston looked out of the corner and saw that the machine gun on the wall was out of bullets. He crawled out of the corner, where he was hiding, because he didn’t really know if the machine guns would come on or not. He had to find Roxie and they had to get out of the school. He wanted to save Mace but there was no chance he was even going to survive the next two riddles. He barely survived this one.

Aston headed for the door that he saw Warren and Roxie leave out of. He felt some water or some sort of liquid on the floor. He looked down and saw a lot of blood on the ground that was now on his hands. He felt like he was going to throw up again, and he knew after today that his appetite would never be the same again. He stood up and look around to see if anybody was still alive. Sadly, they were all dead. Aston couldn’t even cry anymore. He just left the gym.

Aston went into the hallway and he felt completely alone. He always had Roxie with him and now he was truly alone. He didn’t know where she was, and she didn’t even know if she was still alive but he wouldn’t give up on her. As he walked around the school he thought of ways that he could get out of the school.

He heard a noise in the hallway, like a scream. He look in front of him and in back to see if he saw anybody. He heard the screaming again. Aston was freaked out. He started walking faster until her heard the screaming again from the intercom. The screaming was getting louder and louder. Balls started falling from the ceiling, and this time, they were falling everywhere. The balls were even falling from the corners of the hall. He tumbled his way through the hall and the balls kept on coming. Then the lights began to blink on and off again. Aston was struggling, everything was now amped up: the balls were hitting faster and harder, the screaming continued to get louder, and the lights were blinking faster. Aston couldn’t take it anymore. He went to a classroom door to see if it was unlocked. He opens the door and runs into the room. It was dark and he still heard the screams, but his eyes and his body felt much better.

“Hello?” Somebody called out. Aston walks more into the room to see who it was.

*   *   *

“ Warren! Warren! WARREN! Please put me down!” Roxie said as she beat on Warren back. Warren didn’t listen but she could hear him cursing.

Roxie thought I should be the one that’s angry. I’m getting carried to God Knows where and I’ve shot a person minutes ago.

Warren opens the door to the classroom and threw Roxie on the floor. Roxie fell face first and she hit her head. Roxie yelped in pain. She turned around to see Warren smiling over top of her.

“You’re gorgeous Roxie, Do you know that?” Warren asked Roxie as he gets on top of her. She turned her face in disgust. She didn’t want to face him. He yanked her face back towards his so she can look him in the eyes. He pulled her face with one hand and had the gun in the other.

“It’s a shame that you had stayed after school. You could have left but now I have to kill you. Roxie, this is just business and I’m sorry it had to be you.” He said trying to sound sincere but Roxie sees it as bull crap. He pointed the gun to her head. Roxie just looked at him. He smiled and then she kneed him in the privates. Warren let go of the gun and fell to her side. Roxie pushed the gun in the corner, got up, and ran out of the classroom.  The balls were falling, the screaming was coming through the intercom and the lights are flicking on and off. Roxie tried to run as fast but she couldn’t the balls were pulling her down.

She heard a huge slam and she ran as fast as she could. There was no way she was going to go back. She look back to see if she was being followed, and out of nowhere, she fell into a hole. She landed on her feet but something crack in her ankle. She screamed but then she covered her mouth. She didn’t want Warren to hear where she was. She heard footsteps and saw a shadow at the top of the hole. She hid more into the corner of the hole making sure she wasn’t seen. The shadow began to walk forward, away from the hole.

Roxie breathed out. She turned on her little flashlight and looked at her ankle. The bone wasn’t out of place but it was swollen. She tried to walk but it hurt. She pointed the flashlight forward to see if anything was in the hole with her and notices it is a tunnel. She walked forward but she stepped on something. She looked down and saw bodies. She covered her mouth so she wouldn’t scream but she knew this was foul.

Roxie thought this might be a way out of here.

She wanted to walk through the tunnel but instead she had to go back into the school. She had to find someone first.

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Hide and I’ll Seek: Fire

Aston woke up to Roxie shaking him.

“Aston, wake up,” Roxie said. Aston started to get up off the locker room’s floor but he had a huge migraine. Roxie relaxed.

“You was holding your breath for me?” Aston asked Roxie. She just smiled and helps Aston up.

“How long was I out?”

“About 10 minutes,” She replied.

“Has he given you another riddle?”

“No, which is a surprise. We were trying to think of ways out of here.”

Peace and Iggy didn’t add anything to the conversation and they were too scared to even talk. They didn’t know what to do.

“Did you think of anything?” Aston asked.

“Not anything, the only things we could think about were the doors and windows.”

Aston’s head was hurting so much that he couldn’t even think.

“How about we split up and look around? Maybe we can find something,” Aston added.

Roxie nodded but Peace and Iggy was saying no, they wouldn’t go look through this school by themselves.

“Look, I’ll go with Peace and Roxie, you go with Iggy.”  Aston announced. Roxie turned and look at Aston to see if he was serious and Aston gave Roxie a stern look. She looks at Iggy and smiles.

Peace grabbed on to Aston arm and leads him to the locker room door.

“Ok, how about Peace and I go to the left of the locker room, and you guys got to the right. We’ll meet upstairs in Mr. Gliden room,” Aston proposed. Roxie grabbed on to Iggy and dragged him out of the locker room. Aston and Peace headed towards the left. They walked in silence. The room next to the girls’ locker room was the main office. Aston went to the door to see if it would open. Peace was hiding behind Aston.  Aston tried to open the door but it didn’t budge. The main office door didn’t have windows like the classrooms, either.

“Do you think the killer can be in the main office? The intercom announcer is usually in the main office and the camera equipment to record the announcements is also in there,” Aston whispered to Peace. Peace threw up her hands giving off a gesture that she didn’t know.

“Aston does it even matter?” Peace replied. Of course it matters, Aston thought.  He probably could help Mace if he knew where the killer was. It would also help them stop the killer. So Aston thought it did matter.

Aston looked down. He gave up on trying to open the door.

“We have to go find Roxie and Iggy,” Aston said.

“We have to find a way to get out! Aston, we can’t do anything. People are already dying. We need the cops or the FBI to help. So, I think we should keep on looking,” Peace said. She started walking down the hallway. Aston had no choice but to follow her. He wasn’t going upstairs alone.

The lights weren’t flicking on and off anymore. The screaming stopped and no balls were falling from the ceiling. Through the hallway, only five lights were on. As Aston and Peace were walking, some areas of the hall were lit while other areas were pitched black.

Aston and Peace were headed for the cafeteria. Aston tried to open the cafeteria door. It was unlocked. Aston thought that it wasn’t a good sign. When something is unlocked, something is wrong.

“Peace, wait! I don’t think we should go in there,” Aston stated. Peace was close to closing the door until she heard someone call out help. She opened the door wider.

“Peace, we can’t help them now because we aren’t suppose to. We have to wait until the creep gives us the riddle.”

“Aston, whoever in there needs our help. The creep isn’t giving us anymore riddles.”  Peace tried to turn on the lights but they weren’t working. Aston watched from the cafeteria door.

“Peace, we have to leave the cafeteria.”

“Who is it?” Peace ignored Aston.

“It’s Karma,” A girl called out.

“And Kendra,” another one called out. Aston thought the twins! They were also Peace best friends.

“Peace, is that you?” Karma asked.

“Yea and I’m coming,” Peace said as she slowly entered the room.”

“Peace, don’t go! We must wait for the riddle. At least now we know where they are.” Aston said still holding on to the door.

“They are my friends, Aston, and if the killer knew we was here, they would have been dead, by now.”  You could hear Peace taking one step at a time.

“Kendra and Karma, you need to make noise so I know where you guys are.”  They begin to yell. Aston thought it was retarded that they were yelling. It would bring more attention.

“Peace, how are you going to get them out? There are no keys,” Aston asked. Aston forgot he still had Roxie’s flashlight from earlier. He tried reaching in one of his pockets to get it.

“Relax, Aston. I’ve picked a lock before. I know what I am doing,” Peace said. Then she screamed and yelped in pain.

“Peace!?” Aston called out. She kept screaming. Aston grabbed the flashlight in his back pocket. He turned the tiny flashlight on. It barely lit up what was in front of Aston but it was enough to see where Peace was on the floor. He ran towards Peace and saw her legs were stuck in Bear traps. There were bear traps surrounding Peace. He pointed the flashlight up and saw Karma and Kendra. He was in a trap. Aston knew it.

“Aston, you’ve got to help me,” Peace told Aston. Aston didn’t fully understand what Peace was saying. She was crying and her words were coming out jumbled up. Aston wanted to help Peace but there was no way to get over to her without getting trapped, too. There was no way to get passed the bear traps. Peace went straight in and now she’s surrounded by them. It doesn’t make any sense. Aston thought there was somebody in the room. He pointed the flashlight around to see if he saw somebody but there wasn’t anybody in the room. Aston noticed that the other cafeteria door was open. It was light coming from the door but Aston had no way of getting over there.

“Aston, please help me.” Peace cried out.

“Peace, if you can try to get up, I can probably help you.” Aston said but he really wasn’t paying attention. He had his light on the door. Peace tried to get up, but she put her hands on the ground and they both got stuck in two more bear traps. She screamed and yelped in pain, again. She started to cry harder.

“Peace?’ Aston called and he flashes the light on her. Aston saw she was stuck again. Aston didn’t know what to do. He couldn’t keep his eyes off the other door. It flickered bright orange and red.

Aston was confused but then he saw what the light was.

“Fire!” Aston shouted. It was a trail. Gasoline must had been on the floor because the fire was following a particular line. Aston was pacing back and forth. He thought why aren’t the sprinklers coming on.

“Aston!” Peace screamed.

“I can’t do anything, Peace.”  Aston yelled.

Once the fire was directly behind Karma and Kendra, the fire spread into the circle of bear traps. The bear traps had gasoline on them, too. Kendra and Karma legs were on fire. They were covered with gasoline, too. Aston backed away as the fire continued to spread to the bear traps and up the girl’s legs.

“Aston, don’t leave me.” Peace cried. The bear trap next to her legs was on fire.

Aston had tears coming from his eyes. There was no way to help Peace. The girls were screaming. The fire was now up to their waste and it was still going.

The fire was now on Peace’s legs and hands. She screamed, shook, and cried.

“I’m sorry, Peace,” Aston said. Peace continued to squirm. She tried to keep her head from falling to the ground but it was too hard. The pain in her hands were hurting her and her head felt like it was getting heavier. Peace laid her head down and a bear trapped clamped onto the middle of her face. The fire continued to move up her body. Aston knew Peace was dead. Kendra and Karma’s whole bodies were on fire so he knew they were dead.

The sprinklers and lights came on. The fire went out in two minutes. Aston knew now that the creep was always watching. Aston had no chances of surviving tonight.

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Such A Rush by Jennifer Echols Book Review

Such a Rush by Jennifer Echols  is about a girl name Leah Jones. Leah lives in a trailer park next to an airport found in Beach Town, South Carolina. She never had anybody to depend on in her life. Her mother was mostly absent in her life, and she never met her real father. In order to not get evicted from her trailer, Leah had to get a job at the airport just to support her mother and herself. The only thing that gives Leah peace is flying airplanes. When she was only 14, she begin to learn how to fly with her flight instructor, Mr. Hall. Three to four years later, Leah has her flying license and is able to work for Mr. Hall’s banner business. When Mr. Hall dies suddenly, Leah is out of a job and her chances of flying is over. Then, two of Mr. Hall sons Alec, the sweet golden boy, and Grayson, the daredevil, take over Mr. Hall business. The Boys asks Leah if she will work for the business and Leah definitively wants to fly. But she doesn’t trust her long time crush Grayson because of his daredevil actions. When Grayson blackmails Leah with one of her secrets, Leah has no choice but to fly. Now Leah’s Life is revolved around the two brothers and anything she does wrong can make her life worse.

Out of an A-F grade average, I gave this book a:

Such a Rush was ok. A book that I could finish but the book didn’t make me rush to finish it. It had a lot twists and drama.  Some people may read this book because some can relate to Leah’s life. Leah is a girl who wants to get out of the hood, she never had a stable family, and she depends on her job to move out.  Jennifer Echols is a good writer but I don’t particularly like her style of writing. One of her books that I read, Forget You was something like Such a Rush. I was also able to finish that book but I didn’t enjoy it that much. Such a Rush is a bit better and I thought it was average.

I recommend this book to people who like Jennifer Echols or people who enjoy sad conflicts with sexual bliss.