Hello all! Happy Halloween! I hope you have a wonderful night, with many a fright. It’s been a little bit since I uploaded a shortstory, and I’ve had this one saved up for a bit. Enjoy!




Phillip sat at his desk sipping on whiskey from a coffee mug. Some of the drink spilled out onto a stack of overdue bills. He sighed and pushed them off to the side. He hadn’t had a case in months, and those weren’t even all of the bills. He began to wonder if he should just call the whole thing off.

Maybe I can just downgrade my office… It appeared that sober Phillip wasn’t entirely gone. He looked around his office. It was pretty nice, hardwood floors, a fancy oak desk, an engraved name plate, and a comfy chair. Definitely more than enough room to swing a cat. Not exactly high end lawyer office, but he was doing well for himself. He span around in his chair to pour himself more ‘coffee’. He had almost downed enough whiskey to kill off sober Phillip.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. Phillip almost dropped the bottle, then gently sat it on the shelf behind him. “Just one second!” Dammit what do I pay my assistant for- Oh I let her go. He straightened himself out. For all he knew this was going to be the client that would pull his practice out of the gutter. “Alright, come on in!”

The knob clicked, and a red man with curved horns and a tail stepped into his office. He was dressed in a nice suit and tie, and wore the smirk of someone who was actually successful.

Phillip stared blankly for a moment. Is this what my life has come to? Satan hitting me up in my office? “What can I do for you?” Phillip managed to sound not completely plastered.

“Alright, we don’t have too much time, so I’ll cut this short.” The devil sat down in the chair across from him. “I want to make a deal with you.”

“You have my interest. What’s the deal?” Phillip was drunk most of the time, so he was becoming a natural at being a high functioning alcoholic. He made some of his best decisions drunk. Then again, he made most of his decisions drunk.

“I want to offer you absolute power.” The devil grinned and revealed pointed teeth.

“Who are you? Are you the actual devil or am I just that gone?” Phillip began to question how high functioning he was. Maybe this is it… Is this what an alcohol induced coma feels like?

“Sorry, in my hurry I forgot proper introductions.” He stood from his chair and stuck out his hand. “I’m Stanley. Here’s my card.” He handed him a business card that read ‘Stanley Jones, Sarasota DA’.

“I’m Phillip.” He limply shook his hand. “So what was that about absolute power?”

“I give you absolute power, you give me Phillip Anderson.” Stanley sat back down.

“What do you mean? My soul?” Phillip was intrigued, he hadn’t really believed in souls and all, but he supposed Stanley might know otherwise.

“No, nothing like that.” Stanley laughed and shook his head. “I give you power, you give me your life. Your job, your house, your name.”

“I don’t know about that…” Phillip felt something wrong about this, after all, he was bargaining with the devil… Or at least someone who looked like it

“Your alcoholism, your student debt, your crumbling legal practice, your crippling loneliness…” Stanley counted on his fingers as he continued to list things.

“You know what?” Phillip slammed a different bottle of whiskey on the table and chugged half of it. “Screw it, my life sucks! You can have it! Give me the power!” He jumped up from his desk, and then leaned over, trying to not throw up.

“It’s a deal.” Stanley smiled again. He extended his hand for a handshake.

Phillip slowly extended his hand. He thought about his mom, but remembered he was a disappointment anyways, and that was his only remaining attachment.

Phillip shook Stanley’s hand, just as a green light washes over the room.

He looked around and saw himself sitting across the desk where Stanley had been. He looked down and saw that his skin was completely red. He felt a tail pressing up against his clothes. He felt a weight on his head. He ran his hands along two curling horns like a goat’s “What the hell!” He was completely sober now.

“There is a caveat…” Stanley smiled. “Unlimited power… But you look like that. Also, tiny thing, you can only use the power in deals. If you want something, you have to find someone who has it, or also wants it, and make a deal.” He paused for a moment. “Oh, also, stop thinking of yourself as Phillip. You’re not Phillip, I’m Phillip. You’re nobody.”

Nobody sat slackjawed at the realization of what he had just done. He supposed that he had it coming for bargaining with Stanley.

“Now, if you’ll excuse me.” He cleared his throat and began to scream. “Security! There’s an intruder!”

Nobody’s heart raced even faster. Phillip’s guards were Russian, and were definitely not associated with the mob, and definitely not told to shoot first and ask questions later. Nobody looked around Phillip’s office and saw the window that Phillip had forgotten he had. He leapt headfirst through it, shattering it with his horns.

Nobody slammed onto the ground outside of his office, and stumbled to his feet. He swept broken glass off his face, and swore as it just dug further into his skin. He took a moment to catch his breath.

Nobody ran. Nobody needed to find a way to be somebody. For now… Nobody ran.



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Earth 2: Part 38

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Anastasia rolled over in bed, but she found that position wasn’t particularly comfortable either. After trying a plethora of different positions, she realized that she wasn’t in a bed at all. It was very dark, and the room she was in was rumbling. It was also sweltering hot, and the air was barely breathable. She got to her feet, but was promptly swept off them, as the room moved.

She tried to remember where she was. She remembered being with Paul, and something happened. People broke in, and she tried to protect Paul. Two men busted into the room, and that’s all she could remember. “Paul!” she called out into the darkness, and her voice echoed back.

She heard the muffled sound of a car horn, but no reply. She groped around and felt something plastic and hard. It was quite large, judging by the perimeter. It was probably a TV. She figured that they robbed them while they were there, maybe that was their idea of a pretense. One thing was certain, she would get out, and they would pay.

Paul’s words echoed in her mind. ‘Anastasia, you need to keep your head.’

Anastasia took a deep breath of crisp air, and assessed her situation. She was in the back of a truck, probably. Paul was either here and unconscious, or somewhere else. It was dark, and she had no light.

She felt a buzz in her pocket, and realized she still had Paul’s phone. She pulled it out, and turned on the flashlight. The trailer was bathed in light, and Anastasia winced. The trailer wasn’t particularly big, and was really just filled with typical valuable items. There were some TVs, a cabinet, and a few storage containers.

She stood to her feet, and braced herself against one of the bars on the side wall. After a more thorough scan, she found Paul wasn’t there. Her heart sank. Paul was off somewhere with no phone, and was probably terrified.

‘Keep your head.’ his voice repeated in her mind.

For now she needed to not be wherever they were taking her. They were probably going pretty slow judging by the street noise around. She was almost thrown off her feet again, but this time she caught herself.

She shined her light on the plywood walls until she found the one that looked like the door. She edged around the clutter, without taking her hand off of the support. Eventually, she found herself at the door, and examined its opening. It looked like it opened in the middle, but she couldn’t find any clear way to open it.

She held on tight to the bar, and began to put her shoulder to the door. She pressed against the wood, and felt it press into her shoulder until it hurt. She swore under her breath, as she backed away from the door. She took another step back, and without taking her hand off the bar, she slammed the heel of her foot into the door. The bang echoed through the trailer, and she fell to the ground. She shined the light on the door, and found that she had made no difference.

She was on the clock now, the driver must’ve heard that. She stepped away from the door, stopping at the middle of the trailer. She decided that the physical approach might not be the best. She knew that her previous ice blasts wouldn’t be strong enough to do anything, but she had an idea. She figured that if she mixed Vanessa’s method of creating a disk with momentum, with her original idea of throwing it, that it might go faster.

She waited for the truck to slow to a halt, before taking a steady stance. She wound up, and lobbed a spear of ice straight at the center of the door. There was a crack as the doors flew open, and daylight flooded the trailer. She sprinted to the opening, and leapt off of the trailer.

She ran around a red sports car that was behind them, and onto the sidewalk. She needed to call someone, Jude, Vanessa, someone. For now though, she needed to get far away.



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Earth 2: Part 37

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Jeremiah’s heart was pounding. At least, it would’ve been if he wasn’t consciously regulating his pulse to keep his cool. Jamal had said there weren’t people here, but as evidenced by the slamming in this room, Jamal was wrong. Jeremiah decided to assume that Jamal was wrong rather than lying to him.

“You gonna move so I can pick this lock?” Slim’s grating voice brought him back to reality.

Jeremiah moved to the side, and let Slim work. Had he known he would be partnered with Slim, he wouldn’t have taken the job, but Jamal kept that a secret until he had already committed.

“Done.” Slim removed a couple of sticks from the lock, and turned the handle.

Their progress was short lived, as the door slammed into something wooden on the other side. Whoever was on the other side had the good sense to barricade the door.

“C’mon, let’s just leave them be.” He didn’t sign up for these kinds of felonies. Stealing a little money from some rich guy is one thing, but what were they even gonna do with whoever was in there?

“For all we know, the shiniest thing in this house is behind this door. You gonna grow a pair and help me or not?” Slim put his shoulder to the door, but as his name implied, it didn’t do much.

Jeremiah shook his head and pushed the door open. On the other side of the door, he saw a table pushed against it. He looked around, but there wasn’t anything particularly nice. Just a lot of furniture, and a TV. Sure the TV is nice, but it’s not exactly a treasure trove. There were two more doors, one opened and one closed. Assuming the people here were smart, Jeremiah checked the closed door, and it was barricaded too.

Jeremiah walked over to the open door and peeked his head in. He sighed with relief, as he saw there was nobody in there. On the other hand, there really wasn’t anything worthwhile in here. There was a mannequin, which was weird, but there was nothing on it. He figured it might be worth coming back to, but he would decide that once he had cased the rest of it.

“Water boy! You scared or something?” Slim’s voice rang into the room.

Jeremiah returned into the larger room, and saw Slim wielding a broken table leg. “You’re gonna kill someone with that.”

“Just get the door open, Mr. Morality. This one’s blocked too.” He gestured towards it and stepped back.

Jeremiah gave the door a push, and it budged slightly. He peered through the crack; a normal kitchen chair barred it. While it was an effective way to block a door, no wooden chair was a match for a moderately overweight middle aged man. Jeremiah put his full weight on it, and there was a mighty snap, as the door swung open.

Time froze for a moment, as he stepped into the room. A teenage girl hid on the other side of the bed. This could be his daughter. He was terrorizing a kid. This was not part of the deal, and that deal had been getting worse by the minute. He then noticed a hunk of ice hurtling at him, but he melted it in the air.

There was a splash as the water hit the ground. Jeremiah was greeted by three more icicles in rapid succession, but quickly melted them. It looked like this girl had powers too. He needed to end this. “Stop, please, I don’t want to hurt you.”

The projectiles stopped, and all he could hear was their heavy breathing. He was almost pushed to the ground, as Slim plowed past him, and leapt over the bed brandishing his table leg. He almost connected with his target, but another person put himself right in the path. The boy slumped down on the bed.

“No!” The girl shouted and stood to her feet. She tried to fire more ice, but Jeremiah melted it immediately.

Jeremiah pulled Slim away, much to his protest. “If you don’t take that girl out, I will ruin you! I’m talking wife and kids!”

Jeremiah stared into the eyes of a scared little girl, and thought of his wife. He closed his eyes, and when he opened them she was soaking wet and unconscious.

Jeremiah hung his head. “Okay, what do we do with them?” He sat down on the bed.

“Well, they’ve seen us now. Not to mention we assaulted them. They go on the truck.” Slim got to his feet, and started to pick up the girl. “Unless you want felony charges that is.”



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Earth 2: Part 36

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Anastasia was sitting in Paul’s room, after Vanessa had left. She was playing around on Paul’s phone, and found the lack of entertaining options disappointing. A punk song played through Paul’s speaker system. Vanessa had been gone for a bit, but her perfume still lingered. Vanessa had seemed actually nice to her this time, then again, she had been wrong before.

Her reflections were interrupted by Paul coming out of the bathroom, and his walker creaking along the floor. She put his phone in her pocket for the time being. He was dressed in black slacks with a crimson button up. His hair was still messed up, though. “What do you think? Still like it?”

“Definitely. Just one more thing.” She got up from her chair and walked over to him. She ran her fingers through his hair. She moved her hands along his bangs, tucking them in along each other. She swept the rest of his hair to the side. She lingered for a moment, before removing her hand. “There we go!”

“I’ll take your word from it.” He laughed and fell back onto the bed.

“Don’t lay down in the shirt! You’ll get it dirty and wrinkled!”

“Fine,” Paul sighed. He got up and unbuttoned his shirt, revealing an undershirt underneath. He hung his shirt, then flopped back down onto the bed. “Happy?” He smirked.

“Yes.” Anastasia laughed. “Alright, I think you’re all set.” She sat down next to him on the bed.

“So-” Paul started, but he was interrupted by a loud crunch followed by a bang from outside. “What was that?”

Anastasia got up and walked over to the window, and peeked through the blinds. Outside she saw at least four men. One of them she recognized to be Metal Man, standing next to the discarded door. Her heart sank. “Paul, there’s a bunch of people. I think they’re breaking in, and I think one of them is Metal Man.”

“Shit…” He thought for a second. “We need to hide.”

“I’m gonna barricade the door!” She ran into the living room, and locked the door. She looked around the room for anything she could move, but almost everything in here was way too heavy for just her to move. Her eyes settled on a small four person table. It wasn’t much, but maybe it would hold them off for a second.

She tried to lift it, but it was a little too heavy and wide. She started to push it across the room, but as she did so, one of the legs made a loud skidding noise. Her heart sank, and she heard footsteps coming this way. She threw subtlety to the wind, and slammed the table against the door.

She grabbed one of the chairs that had been at the table, and barred Paul’s bedroom door with it. She saw Paul slide off of the bed, onto the floor of the side opposite to the door, and hunkered down next to him. “Okay, maybe that’ll hold…”  She tried to catch her breath, and leaned over onto his shoulder.

“It’ll be fine…” Paul put his arm around her. As he did so, he tensed up and his head fell back onto the bed. She could feel his heart pounding and his breath racing. After a moment, he looked back to her. “Okay… It’ll be okay… Anastasia, you need to keep your head. Don’t do anything you’ll regret, just keep your head. You’ll know what I’m talking about, there’s not time. Just promise me.” He took her hand.

As she held his hand, she could feel it shaking a little. She looked into his eyes, and saw a tear forming. “Okay. I promise.” She embraced him, and he wrapped his other arm around her. It was silent except for their breathing.



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Earth 2: Part 35

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Jamal sat in the cab of Jim’s moving truck. The truck rumbled and bounced along the highway.

“Your destination is on the right.” Jamal’s phone said, before he turned it off.

“Alright then. We’ll be in and out in no time Jim. Just swing down this service road and nobody will suspect a thing.”

Jim swung the truck down the road and put it in park. Jamal slid open the back door of the trailer and his motley crew stumbled out.

“You can ride in the back next time.” Slim jumped down from the truck and staggered over to a bush, he bent over for a moment before getting back up.

“Alright boys, you know the drill. I’ll take care of security systems, you lay low until I get back.” Jamal took off towards the side door.

Jamal really hadn’t taken the time to appreciate how nice this mansion was while he was casing it. The attention to detail was really there. He walked through a lovely garden on his way to the security keypad, and felt like Deven would love it. It even had a nice sturdy bench that could probably even bare Deven’s weight. Enough gardening, no time for that.

Jamal slowly approached the keypad and took a deep breath. He still didn’t like running on wires, but he knew he’d need to. Jamal took off the casing and touched the corners of the circuitry. His heart raced as his body turned to electricity and he ran along the circuitry. He first knocked out the cameras, then the door and window alarms, finally he looped a current to send a ‘just fine’ signal.

Jamal gasped for air as he popped out of the system where he had previously been standing. He felt like he had run several marathons in the course of thirty seconds. After he had caught his breath he went back to where his crew was standing.

“Alright, securities out, we still have a physical lock on the door though. Deven, you got it?”

“Sure. I can take off the door.” Deven said walking through the garden. He paused a moment to pick a rose, then with the rose in one hand, he ripped off the door with his other, then gently sat it down.

Jamal stepped through what remained of the doorway. “Alright boys! Spread out and take anything nice.” He then stepped into a side room as the rest of his gang spread out. Okay, now I just need to find out how they find out crime so quick, they must have a massive computer system somewhere, so I just need to find that. Jamal looked around the room, grabbed a fistfull of cables and turned to electricity.

Jamal ran along the current. Alright, a massive computer would take massive power, so I just need to follow the current to the most power. Jamal followed the current, letting it pull him along with it, until eventually it spat him out in a dark room. Jamal concentrated, and electricity arced between his fingertips, gently lighting up the room. He looked around and saw massive towers of servers. Jackpot.

Jamal walked among them, quickly jumping through them as he walked by. Each computer providing its own stash of valuable information. Jamal found power profiles of each of the people he had faced and even a few more that he hadn’t. He stumbled upon the kid in in the wheelchair’s power profile. This kid has prophecy powers, that must be how they find us!

Eventually, he encountered a locked sector in one of the towers. He slammed away at the encryption, but it seemed to meet him at every step, no matter how much headway he made it seemed like the computer was a step ahead. I need to go deeper. Jamal’s heart was already racing, his entire body felt like pins and needles. He screamed as he went deeper and ran through the encryption, his heart felt like it might explode, and his legs were twitching. Jamal saw what the computer had hidden so well and recoiled in horror.

Jamal shot out of the computer. Sparks flew, and smoke began to pour out of it. Jamal blacked out for a moment.

When he awoke, he was unsure of how long he had been out. He looked around the room and saw that the computer he was thrown out of was charred black. He took off running along the wiring towards the exit.



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