S-Men Episode 1: Chapter 6

i remembered how they died.

how did they die?

its horrible. really horrible.

define horrible please.

is it okay if i didn't describe it? it's very hard on me you know?

sure. relax, if you intend to forget about it, it's fine.

thanks.

not a problem.

the room was empty but extremely stuffy. only a table, two chairs, and a table lamp, but the room felt so hot and cramped. there was no ventilation. no windows, no other lights other than the hot glow from the lamp. 2 men, sitting opposite from each other, one of them, was in handcuffs. both sweating, feeling hot and sticky, they were both clearly uncomfortable with the current situation.

so, what are you planning to do?

i'm just gonna take more time and think about this.

are you sure? you can go free anytime now. you've done your time, and you plan to do more?

look, i'm just not sure if i can go out there and still stay the way i am right now.

you don't have to worry about it. you've given us permission to take you down when you let loose.

yeah, i did didn't i? anyway, just put me back in the cell, i've got more thinking to do.

okay, just give us a call when you're ready. guard, open up.

thanks so much, dr. choong.

nothing to worry about JT.

as a young man, he has gone through more than anyone else in this world had. some say he is even more seasoned than a world war veteran, and living the life he is living now, he is going through what some people would call, hell.

a native of Oediv City, he was recruited as a soldier during the 3rd war. he was sent to do a recon job for his battalion, his average frame helped him hide from his enemies when taking on forests and places with extreme growth. then, he was sent to the deepest part of the forest alone, when intelligence suspected a small refueling base inside. he went in alone with only a small pistol and a camera.

instead of encountering his enemies, he encountered a voodoo tribe. he fled quickly when he saw that they were hostile, and his military training could not help him escape from the tribal hunters. he was shot down with a single poison dart, and was brought back to the tribal village. when the tribe was about to cannibalize, they were shocked to see him still alive a few days after being shot by a dart laced with poison from a poison arrow frog. a normal person would have been killed a few hours later being infected by the poison. the tribe leader was astounded and from then on saw him as one of nature's blessings. the great child. the given miracle. he was welcomed into this tribe and was allowed to leave and return as he pleases. until one day, the voodoo witch slashed him in his throat. he squirmed, he choked on his blood, and he finally died. the tribe leader was angered, his tribe's voodoo witch has gone nuts. they ordered the witch to be executed and cannibalized, but the witch just laughed and pointed at the dead body.

the tribe looked at the lifeless body, watching it still bleed from it's gash from it's throat, suddenly, a finger twitched. slowly, the wound began to close. the tribe could not believe their eyes. the witch was still cackling. the body then moved, and it stood up. the body, blood stained, dirty from the dirt on the ground, then opened it's eyes.

the immortal, is born.

he just couldn't believe his own eyes, he is looking at his own hands, feeling his own heartbeat, and he couldn't feel the gash that was given to him 10 minutes ago.

what has happened to me? oh my go...am i speaking your language?

yes indeed you are, young immortal. you are now a piece of heaven and hell. you're a demon, and also an angel. you have gained what all men have wanted since the beginning of time. to become a god, to be the fountain of life. young one, you're a part of nature, you're a part of everything.

what do you mean everything?

see for yourself. think of an animal.

and as he thought of an animal, he felt something strange happening to himself. he could feel himself bowing over, he could feel his body distort, he stopped thinking and he reverted back.

what's happening?!

you, my dear boy, are a shapeshifter.

he rushed back to his base, and upon reach, his base was about to be taken over by his enemies troops. he hid in the trees, and he watched his friends that he made, his commanding officers, getting killed mercilessly by the enemy. he couldn't stand it. he had to do something, even if it had to risk his life.

wait, i'm immortal.

he ran in, picking up a rifle on the ground and went in guns ablazing. he was shot in the face, he was shelled by tanks, and bombed by aerial strikes, but he still wasn't dead. then, something snapped.

his body grew, he shapeshifted.

he shifted into the form a simian. a gorilla, so big, he towered at least 10 feet. he smashed and he thrashed. he killed without mercy. his brain is telling him, kill kill kill, and his eyes are recording every single kill into his brain. he ripped heads apart, he tore limbs, he gutted anything he could get his hands on. he was a hulking brute with super powers. he was a god. nothing could stop him.

the massacre lasted a mere 20 minutes, and he has killed an entire battalion of his enemies.

when he regained his sanity, he could not believe what he has just done. the images of the people he killed with his bare hands were embedded in his head. he ran away from that area as quickly as possible.

little did he know, the witch was watching his moves from within the trees. and the witch...just smiled.

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when he got sent back home, he admitted himself into a mental asylum and requested for the toughest, solitary confinement. and there he stayed for many years. until the day he couldnt afford to pay the asylum his fees, he was transferred to a maximum security prison. where he is staying currently. 40 years since he stepped into the prison soil. everyone knows who he is, and why he does not age at all.

in his cell, this is all he says:

i'm a killer. i'm a murderer. i'm....a god....hehehehe...

You know what, I'm getting tired of writing this junk. I think I will stop writing my own autobiography. I'm actually getting bored of writing this shit.

I'll probably see all of you in my next book, "How to Kill a god." by me of course.

I'll be seeing all of you then.

Signing off, JT.