The Sacred Knights: Episode 1a: United by Fate, Persisted for Justice
Back in the early 1960’s:
It was a dull night for the worker’s of the lowly financed agency of NASA as they had began to start what is known as the “Space Race”, at the time satellites have began to be launched into space, not only to see if space travel isn’t just a mere pipe dream, but to spy on the government’s enemies (which at the time was to be believed as the USSR). A mere monitor watcher was slightly dosing off at his terminal while sitting up, he was a young man who had obviously been there for days for his clothes were actually quite grubby, and his tie was so loose that it was barely on now. The ring of the monitors had become his lullaby as the chair he had been rocking back and forth in was giving him the effect of a baby in its crib. Just then the anxiety-ridden beeps began to declare from his terminal as he opened his eyes, and for the slightest of minutes actually believing he was at home awakening to his alarm clock. Then he realized where he was and stared in terror at his monitor. He fumbles with his huge looking headset as he anxiously puts it on. “This is Capcom-6, repeat Capcom-6, there seems to be a severe distortion around Earth’s orbit!” he anxiously yells.
Just then his crew cut superior strides by and look at his monitor, he posts it up to the main screen for everyone to see. “Tell us Capcom-6, what is wrong,” he subjectively announced.
“It’s the energy readings sir,” The man replied, “They are far off the recorded energy scales we have seen yet.”
“In layman’s terms...”
“Something just passed through our satellites, and whatever it was had been going faster than any spacecraft, satellite, or meteor/comet we’ve seen.”
Somewhere off in the Pacific Ocean a stream of light had fallen into the waters below and had materialized into some type of metal ship, crashing into the bottom of the sea. It’s inhabitants still remained intact and alive, they were of a race of aliens that looked much like a crossbreed of humans and frogs, except with frills on the back of their ears and stocky in appearance. There were about five of them in this escape pod looking ship. One sat in a throne-like chair dressed very adequately, while the rest of them were dressed in green coveralls. One of these aliens looked at the formal one and smiled, “Prince Duke; we have successfully landed on a planet.” he announced.
Prince Duke glared at him, “You call this is a successful landing? Remind me to demote you, Seraph.”
“With all due respects sir any landing you live through is considered a successful one.”
“It depends on how you think we can get out,” retorted another coverall wearer, “as I can tell we are surrounded by what seems to be known as hydrogen hydroxide.”
“Oh what do you know Sambaed, don’t think you’re smarter than the rest of us because you have that computer in front of your face,” growled Seraph.
Another crew member began to snicker, “But you have to admit that I, Filose, being the security advisor took out that enforcer flagship pretty well, and with the turrets of an escape pod!”
“Quite true Filose, it is something to brag about,” said the fifth alien in the ship who was dressed in some type of red robes, with his eyelids sewed shut as well as part of his lips, “but we are in fact Prince Duke’s most loyal servant’s since we were honored that he spared our lives and let us ride this escape pod to safety from the mother ship, so your majesty what is your bidding?”
Prince Duke looked at the decrepit servant with his eyes and a part of his mouth sewed shut, “Well, since my father told us we are on an mission of expansion, it would make sense that we stake our colony here and begin to claim this whole planet as a part of our empire.”
“But sir,” Sambaed disrupted, “it seems that this planet is inhabited by a race of native life forms.”
Sambaed puts up on the main screen lands that are inhabited by humans, from the wheat fields of the American mid West to the hustle and bustle of Downtown Tokyo.
“I see that their primitivism can be overlooked with the knowledge of the land, and that they could be an asset.”
“Nonsense,” Prince Duke replied back, “they must be dealt with as slave labor and inferiors.”
“Sir,” Sambaed continued, “It would be unwise to have the five of us go against a planet full of soon to be hostile native race.”
“Won’t have to,” the formally dressed prince chuckled, “we’ll have Antioch cast an evil spell on the inhabitants of this earth, making those of weak willpower susceptible to do wrong, and than the rest will shatter from Antioch’s use of summoning monsters, and all we have to do is sit back and ready our colony underneath all this hydrogen hydroxide.”
And that’s when it all began, it was after that day that people began to disrespect and hate each other more often, than the monsters came and began to wreck havoc on cities sometimes destroying vast metropolises to rubble. And it was all caused by a group of five frog like aliens.
70 years later...
Jojo Morales was late for the first day of his new position as he sped through the employee’s parking lot of America Funtown, U.S.A. (an amusement park that was set up on what is known as the first man made island between the Americas and Japan) searching wild eyed he saw the sign “Reserved for Jonathon Morales” and 180 spin parked right into it. He flipped out of the window and turned the alarm on as he began to run toward the security station to verify that he did in fact come in on time when he bumped into somebody and fell over. Rubbing his head he looked up and yelled, “There better be a GOOD reason why you’re in my way!”
He looks up to see a man, or at least it LOOKED like a man, he couldn’t tell because the sun shined so bright that he only saw a dark image in front of him. “You must be Jonathon Morales, our new games advisor,” the figure said in a gruff voice, “my name is Gendou Takagi, your boss.”
Jojo quickly sprung up and brushed himself off as he had the look of fear that he had just yelled at his superior and was to get fired on his first day as the park’s new games advisor. “Uhhh hehehehe, hi boss!” he stammered.
Gendou looked at our hero with an inquisitive nature, “Haven’t I seen you somewhere?”
“Well sir. I worked here last year and my boss invited me to a big corporate party...I think I saw you there.”
“Now I remember you were the kid that took the complete platter of Chicken Wings to the patio and was never seen again.”
“Ughhh.... I guess my reputation will always precede me.”
“So tell me, how do you like your new parking spot?”
“It is very nice very close to the security station where the entrance is...but if I’m not mistaken sir, wasn’t this a handicapped parking spot last year?”
Takagi doesn’t even verify the question as he tells him to follow him they walk into the station where they flash their ID Cards at the Security Officer and continued to walk. “So who was your boss again?” Takagi asks.
“My last boss was known as Terry Barnes.”
“Yes...I remember Barnes he’s the guy that recommended some Mexican kid over himself for an advisor position...I think he called him Jojo or something like that.”
“Umm...sir that’s me, some people call me Jojo because my middle name is Joseph.”
“Oops, sorry about that I had a memory lapse there. Well Jonathon expect some of the hardest work when becoming a games advisor.”
Jojo thought, “Just what I really need, hard work, how boring,” but then said out loud, “I think I’ll be up to it sir.”
The two than began to talk about Jojo’s job while walking at the same time at the same time someone was slightly striding in the same direction and wasn’t paying much attention, quickly he bumped into Jojo and fell back while Jojo just fell face first into the floor. The two got up and looked at each other. Jojo saw a young man in at least his late teens with brown hair and eyes, another distinguishing characteristic was the necklace made out of a type of porcelain that dangled around his neck. “I’d watch were you were going,” he said as he looked down at the man’s nametag, “Antoine.”
The man known as Antoine gave Jojo a menacing look. “Are you suggesting or telling me what I should do?!”
“A little bit of column A, and a little bit of column B.”
“Look sir, I know you are a higher rank than I am, but next time you tell me to do something, I might have to give you a lesson in humility.”
Antoine than charged into Jojo’s shoulder as he quickly scurried off, spinning Jojo 180 degrees. He rubs his shoulder, “What is that guy’s problem? I wasn’t trying to come of as mean or anything, what a jackass.”
Takagi looks at Jojo, “I guess he must be a man of unresolved issues.”
“Are you sure? What division is it where people wear black polo shirts?”
“Rides Division.”
“There’s you reason right there...Operations People are the most stubborn, hateful, and repressed workers in the park.”
“It’s not nice to stereotype a whole division of people by only a few workers.”
“I know, but everyone does it anyway, so where’s my office?”
“Actually it is in Brisco County, the parks...”
“I know, I know, I worked there before it’s the area of the park that is modeled after old western movies.”
Antoine continued to walk through the park till he reached the section of the park known as “Seaside Heights”, the area was much like an boardwalk area and to help in the mood of the theme it had it’s own artificial beach, while on the boardwalk people were able to play actual carnival and ride on carnival appearing rides. Most of the workers either looked like actual carnival folk from the 1940’s or had donned the same clothing Antoine wears, while higher ranked people wore different uniforms. Walking on the boardwalk the wood made a clunking sound as Antoine walked across it and than stood on a metal plate. He stomped on it two times waited two seconds and than stomped on it one more time causing him to sink underneath. Finally underneath the boardwalk, a man a few years older than himself greets him. “So how’s everything going today, Smithy?” Antoine asked.
It was Smithy Walters, Antoine’s Correspondent on the ride he operates. The two look at each other and Smithy says, “It’s about time you got here Antoine...It’s been hell already and the parks barely open.”
Antoine and Smithy walk down a hallway as Antoine looks at him he asks, “So what’s going on why is it already hell?”
“Some people got past security last night...and they rigged a Go-Kart to blow up.”
“HUH?!” Antoine said with an exasperated look on his face.
The two walk out from the underground and out to the ride where Antoine works...the Go-Karts. The track was a one way raceway that took up at least a mile of land and took the form of the letter U than there was an area that was designated as the pit where all the Go Karts were held when they weren’t out on track, right now all 40 Go Karts were in the pit 10 Single Go Karts in the first and third lanes and 20 double seated Go Karts in the second lane. There were many park staff members inside the red roofed pit surrounding the double seated go kart up in front, the people consisted of the main supervisor of the park, the supervisor of Seaside Heights, the maintenance man from another ride, and some of Antoine’s co workers. Out side of the pit near the steps where you go to get down in the area were many park goers trying to push security out of the way wanting to see why they were people at the Go Karts and why they couldn’t ride them. “So who is working today at Go-Karts anyways?”
“Well,” Smithy said, “There’s Old Cid, Rufus, Todd, Ron, and your favorite.”
“You don’t mean...” Antoine gulped.
“Yep,” Smithy said with a wink, “Risa.”
All of a sudden from the crowd of the people looking at the Go Kart a women’s head rose, her green eyes quickly focused as she yelled, “Did someone call me?!”
Her head bolted around as she saw Smithy and Antoine talk her pink hair sort of bounced with enjoyment as she jumped over all the people and ran towards the two. “...Oh no.” Antoine flinched.
“ANTOINE-CHAN!!!!!” Risa yelled as her dash ended with a leap towards Antoine.
Not wanting to see her fall he brings his arms out in case he needs to catch her, but the leap quickly brought her close to Antoine as she wrapped her arms around the back of Antoine’s neck causing him to clamp his arms down, her head now on his chest. It looked like Antoine was hugging Risa while her feet were off the ground. The extra weight caused Antoine to stumble left going towards a go kart he quickly hopped over the ridge of it landing on the seat and than was forced to leap again over the other ledge being on the other side of the pit and than was slammed into one of the green pillars that held the roof over the pit. Stuck between the pillar and Risa he could barely move as Risa struck a kiss to his lips, Antoine struggles and strides to get out of the grips of Risa but it isn’t working. “Today may be our last day alive with that bomb strapped to the Go Kart...so make love to me Antoine I don’t want to die a virgin!” she said.
All of a sudden everybody rose and focused at this little facade; all the onlookers gave off an exasperated look as a sweat drop fell down their foreheads. “You know I can’t do that for you.” Antoine retorted.
“Why can’t you make love to me Antoine-Chan?” She asked.
“Well for starters, everybody is looking at us...” Antoine replied, “and I get nervous even when I remove the shirt on top of my undershirt, and next off I don’t think I could make love to you right anyways.”
“Why not Antoine-Chan?”
“Because you make me nervous Risa, you’d have to expect to many performance errors,” Antoine said as he peeled Risa off him.
As Antoine walked off towards the crowd of other people he hears Risa say, “But I don’t care about performance...as long as it is with you.”
Antoine looks at the group as he notices that there are people watching him that are pretty high up in the chain command, he looks at everyone and waves in a weak fashion, “Uh... I’m the maintenance operator of this ride, name’s Antoine Moreau.”
One man remarks, “You’re either gay or French.... and since you refused that girl and don’t speak with an accent... I wonder.”
“My FATHER was French, now do you have any objections?”
“Not really, you put me in my place.”
“Now I’m going to look at this bomb,” Antoine declared.
Antoine looks at the bomb, it was some type of small incendiary bomb if detonated not only would it blow up the Go Kart but with the amount of gas in the Go Kart it would also create a huge incendiary bomb from the other 39 Go Karts in pit and since most of Seaside Heights is mostly made out of wood it could possibly destroy the whole area. The bomb was attached to some type of Funtown, USA watch as a timer that seemed to be set to blow up when the clock struck noon. “Has anyone called some type of law enforcement?” he asked.
One man replied, “Well I called Park Security...”
“I meant law enforcement that doesn’t have to threaten people with a flashlight.”
Smithy came up to Antoine and said, “I just called the colony police...they said they’ll be here in thirty minutes.”
“Well that’d be great Smithy. But this bomb is going to go up in about, 7 minutes.”
“What’d you mean in 7 minutes?!” He yelled, “It’s only 11:07.”
“Don’t you get what these people are saying Smithy?” Antoine said, “They’re saying our company’s merchandise is terrible! That the watches run to fast, that our candy is either to sour or to sweet, that our drinks are to full of sugar, and that our pretzels are loaded with too much salt that they gave a man dehydration.”
“And you got all that from looking at the bomb?” a supervisor asked.
“It’s a little obvious. I’m going to have to disarm this bomb myself.”
“Wait a minute you’re just a maintenance man Antoine, you don’t know how to disarm bombs...”
“What makes you think you know me Smithy? Now look in case I fail I want you all to push the Go-Karts out of the pit...we need to try to either disarm the bomb or just minimize the damages.”
All the workers than began to push the Go-Karts out of the pit while Antoine pulled out a knife from the leg of his shorts. As he snipped the fastener of the watch to the bomb he slowly puts the timepiece on the floor. “Ok Antoine... the best way to disarm a bomb is to disconnect the timing mechanism from the distribution systems and than disconnecting the distribution systems from the actual detonator.”
Antoine than takes the knife and looks at the actual bomb which is a black metal box, he dismantles it slowly as he pulls one half of the box away from the other he puts the front half of the box on the floor as he makes an analysis, the distribution system where a few tubes that connect to a detonator, if the bomb would explode it would distribute a type of mixture involving a higher grade of fuel, nail polish remover, and detergent. Quickly Antoine brought his knife along the timepiece as he picked it up he sees four wires connected from the timepiece to the distribution system. “Now usually it is the green wire...” he thinks.
Antoine looks down at the wires and noticing a problem, all the wires were gray so he can’t determine which one was which. He looks at the watch...only three minutes left, quickly he thinks but he doesn’t know which wire to cut. “I don’t want to put any danger on anyone...” he thinks, “So I better not mess with that.”
Antoine than goes to the tubes and begins cutting them in half, than the clock said it was noon as the distribution systems began pouring out it’s contents out of the severed tubes. All the staff members cheered as they began to run towards Antoine then all of a sudden a shot rang from somewhere, Antoine looked around and saw that from the “Trickster’s Counterstrike” (a low grade roller coaster whose entrance is over the Go Karts) up on one of the towers was a shine like some kind of scope. “SNIPER!!!” Everyone yelled as they ducked for cover.
Antoine hid behind a pillar as the fire begins to concentrate on him just than he feel something bump his leg, it’s a magnum he looks across from him to see Old Cid lying on the ground with a bullet wound in his stomach, he looks at Antoine and smiles, “I had to use it in a emergency situation once...it’s time to pass it down,” he said with much of his strength.
Antoine slightly moved away from the pillar as he aimed the six shooter at the shine and fired, he knew he missed and he quickly hid behind the pillar again. “Smithy!” Antoine yelled.
Smithy’s head rose from one of the lanes, “What?”
“Give me your cell phone.”
“Now isn’t a time to make a call.”
“But this one is important.”
“Who’s it to?”
“The CMMRC.”
“Huh?”
“Colony Medical and Military Research Center, they usually handle these situations.”
Smithy hands over the phone to Antoine, who dials the number down and puts his ear to it. A busy signal beeped out of the phone. “DAMN IT!” Antoine yelled as he put the phone down.
Antoine steps away from the pillar again and shoots another shot thinking, “Why would the CMMRC be busy they always have a man on the job for it...”
Simon Terrell sits in his desk as he gazes at the ceiling, his tongue slightly hanging he slightly drools. “Ooh the walls are melting again...” he declared as he slowly speaks.
He than stands up in his chair and looks around he was in an office a computer on one side of his desk, a phone with the receiver off the hook on the other end, he pulls the name plate off the front part of his desk and looks at it. It read: “Simon Terrell, CMMRC Intern.” He puts it back and looks at the object of main attraction on his desk; it was a green and black water bong. As it sat in front of him he looks at it funnily and smiles, “Hey doc!” he yells, “It’s about medication time again!”
He brings his head closer to the mouthpiece of the bong as he sucks up some smoke and inhales than exhales the extra smoke. He than stops the bong from being relit as he puts it on a pile of papers and stares at the walls. Just than something pops out of the drawer of his desk, it’s a turkey sandwich; it stands up and looks at Simon. “Ok Simon my dear chap,” he speaks in an English accent, “I do believe it is lunchtime.”
“It is?” Simon asked.
Than a bag of Funions pops out of the same drawer and performs a little dance on Simon’s desk, the bag than stops dancing as it falls in front of Simon and says “Have a few Simon.”
“Don’t mind if I do!”
As Simon tears into the bag while eating his sandwich a man in a suit walks into his office, he watches him eat wildly like he was a lion that hasn’t eaten in days. Just than Simon looks around wildly as he smiles and pulls a Funion, “Yes Simon-kun I would love to be the sacrifice,” Simon says in a girly voice, pretending to be the onion flavored salty snack.
“Mr. Terrell...” the man says, as he looks at Simon sort of exasperated.
“Why thank you little Funion! Now prepare to meet your mommy!” Simon yells as he stuffs the Funion in his mouth.
“Mr. Terrell...”
Than Simon looks around in his desk as he sees a brownie wrapped in plastic wrap he looks around faster as he unwraps the brownie and pounds it to crumbs on his desk and rolls it in the plastic wrap making it look like a turd. “UH OH!” Simon yells, “Looks like the sewers are stopped up again because the pipes are shooting mookie sticks!”
He than brings his arm back as he throws the squashed up brownie at the man like a baseball. The brownie explodes in crumbs as it covers the man’s jacket. He stomps his foot and yells, “MR. TERRELL!”
Quickly Simon stops as he looks at the man and smiles, he slightly begins to act sober, “Hello Mr. Haas, I was just starting lunchtime.”
“Lunchtime?” Mr. Haas looks at him, “you just clocked in thirty minutes ago!”
“Well...I am diabetic if I don’t eat anything I could start dripping water out of my nose or something.”
“Don’t lie to me Simon, and if I were you I would stop goofing off on the job, you’re supposed to be taking calls.”
Simon looks at Mr. Haas, a man in his late thirties wearing a black suit that had brownie smeared on it. He was slightly balding and he was about a foot smaller than Simon if he wasn’t sitting down. Simon on the other hand was wearing a wrinkled vest and tie and his white dress shirt was slightly crumpled, also it isn’t very known if Simon was even wearing pants since there was an occasion that he forgot. This time however he was wearing black dress pants, his hair was also in a bowl cut but was very short and was the color dirty blonde. “Good point...”
Mr. Haas lets out a sigh of disgust as he rolls his eyes and puts Simon’s receiver back on the hook, and stomps out of his office. “I’ll show him,” Simon thinks, “I can goof off just as much on the phone than if it was off the hook.”
Simon takes his bong and lights it back up as he puffs on it a few times as he tries to bring back the buzz that he was working on before his boss came in. Just than the phone rang and Simon picked up the call. “Hello?” Simon asked.
A shrill English accent rang through the receiver as he yells, “YEAH! I WANT TO BE A PART IN YO’ HERPES RESEARCH PROJECT.”
“He he he, don’t you know that it is a couples only project?”
“YEAH, I KNOW! I HAVE A PARTNER IT’S WITH MY ROOMMATE.... BIGGIE!”
Simon tries to stifle a chuckle, “What’s his name?”
“BIGGIE!”
Simon laughs out loud as he roars loudly at the sound of the name “Biggie“. “HEY! HEY! CUT THAT LAUGHING OUT!”
“Why? There’s nothing you can do to me!” Simon yells as he eats some Funions.
“WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!”
“Eating.”
“WELL, STOP THAT I’M TALKING HERE!”
“So why do you think they call him that?”
“CALL WHO WHAT?!”
“Why do you call him ‘Biggie’?”
“BECAUSE HIS NAME IS MR. BIG!”
“And why is his name that?”
“BECAUSE THAT’S HIS NAME!”
“But how do you think he got that name?”
“WELL...he does have two big sticks.”
Simon laughed out very hardly as he hits the desk very loudly. “He has two!? Aren’t you lucky when bed time comes around!”
“YOU PERVERT! I WAS TALKING ABOUT HIS FIGHTING STICKS!”
“Is that what they call them these days?!” Simon yells questionably as he laughs out loud.
“STOP THAT LAUGHING! STOP IT NOW!”
“Or what?”
“OR... I’LL TEAR YOU A POT!”
“Tear me up... like Biggie? Nah I don’t swing that way!”
Just than in the background a man was yelling in the background while water was combining with water. “OH SHIT! BIGGIE IS PISSING RAZOR BLADES AGAIN... I’LL BE RIGHT BACK!”
Just than the sound of the phone hitting the ground rang through the receiver as Simon waited there smoking on his bong. Many moments later Mr. Haas came in and sees Simon on the phone, “What are you doing?”
“This guy requesting to be a subject in our VD Investigation put me on hold,” Simon replied.
“How long have you been on hold?”
“Ten Minutes.”
“Your only supposed to wait seven, hang up Terrell time is money.”
It would be fair to say that when the shrill British man came back was not pleased with what had happened as he madly redialed the 1-800 number.
Down in the Telemarketing section of the CMMRC Miguel Deleon sat there as he was talking to some girl. The Puerto Rican with black slicked back hair and dressed in business casual clothing looked in the cubicle behind him as he looked at the nicely trimmed legs of the subject sitting there. She hangs up her call and spins around in her chair to see Miguel looking at her. She smiles and gives a very welcoming hello.
“Hey there,” Miguel retorted, “name’s Miguel...what’s yours?”
“Well if you checked my nametag you’d see my name is April.”
“But I wasn’t looking at your nametag.”
“Why not?”
“Because your face is so attractive that it can draw attention from anything.”
“If I didn’t know any better I’d say that you’d just try to pick me up.”
“What do you mean? I’m only telling the truth, should I be punished for that?”
“And let me guess, you’re just dying to wonder if I can come with you to get some coffee after work, right?”
“No, actually I’m wanting the complete opposite, I want to get laid.”
“That’s quite a bold statement, do you really think that it lured me in?”
“Yes.”
“Meet me in the break room after work...we’re going to your place.”
Miguel had spun his chair back into it’s cubicle just than a beep came into his headset, “CMMRC Researcher Hotline, this is Miguel, can I help you.”
“YEAH LET ME SPEAK TO THAT IDIOT WHO JUST HUNG UP ON ME!”
“Sir, I’m afraid over a thousand calls have come into this place within the last five minutes so I would not be able to connect you, however can I be of some assistance to you?”
“I WANT TO BE INVOLVED IN YOUR HERPES RESEARCH!”
“And is this for you and your spouse, or you and your relative, or who?”
“IT’S FOR ME AND MY ROOMMATE!”
“What’s is the name of your roommate?”
“BIGGIE!”
“And are you and...what’s his name?”
“BIGGIE!”
“Are you and ‘Biggie’ a homosexual couple?”
“I FEEL I SHOULDN’T HAVE TO ANSWER THAT!”
“So am I to imply that you are?”
“...Yes.”
“Just as a reminder all information that was given during this survey will be kept confidential...however I will tell some of my relatives and friends about this experience in a few anecdotes... but otherwise it is confidential.”
“YOU SON OF A BITCH! NOW I’M NOT TELLING YOU SHIT! I’LL TEAR YOU A POT!”
As the phone hangs up hardly a sweat drop fell down Miguel’s head, “Rrrright.”
Jojo parked his car in the parking lot of the Roger Young Elementary School, he locks the doors of his dark blue economy car built for four, and looks around. His boss had introduced him to his office when all of a sudden some police officers came up to them and told them that they were to evacuate the park due to a terrorist situation. Since Mr. Takagi was done with Jojo he asked if he could leave. Mr. Takagi said he didn’t care. Jojo decided that now was a good time to go to his other job.
Ever since Jojo had graduated from High School he had been trying to collect money to go to college, he wasn’t quite sure what he wanted to be but he knew that he wouldn’t be able to accomplish anything if he wasn’t well educated. However it is difficult to get a job these days and sometimes Jojo was resorted to doing certain odd jobs to just gain money. Finally able to be on his own Jojo moved to the island where he got a job at the park and sooner got a job that would help his scholarship papers look better.
As Jojo walked into the square shaped gym he notices the huge size of it, once he walks he see a full basketball court, a rope field, many sparring areas, an area squared off for the construction of a pool, and also some stairs that led to an upstairs area that he guessed was a weight room due to a sign that said “Weight Room”.
While the children were playing Dodgeball on the basketball court Jojo walks along the north wall until he sees a door with a sign that read “Coach’s Office”, he walks in to see the coach reading a magazine while sitting at his desk. The magazine was labeled “Playpen” and the coach was saying “Oh yes Nurse Hinako put a band-aid on that boo-boo for me because it won’t stop swelling.”
Jojo retorts back, “Umm...excuse me Coach...,”Jojo tries to remember the coach’s name but than sees the nameplate on the desk, “Hanberry.”
Quickly the coach puts the magazine away as he struggles around while yelling some type of gibberish, than during this facade the coach’s chair flung backward leaving the surprised P.E. Teacher on his back. Jojo slightly walked forward as he looks down at the coach, “Excuse me sir...my name is Jonathon Morales...”
The coach springs up as he smiles and yells, “Ah yes! My new replacement! Please sit down, sit down!”
As the coach and Jojo sit down they look at each other and finally Jojo says, “So...am I supposed to answer some questions or just ask them.”
“I was going to ask the same thing...”
“Why on earth is this gym so large anyway? I mean if we’re only teaching elementary students, than why do we need a weight room or sparring areas?”
“We have a very close relationship with the middle school that is about a few blocks away from here, most of there sports teams do their practices here and in return we get funding, in fact we get more funding in the P.E. Dept. than any other Dept. on campus, in fact some times this Dept. gives funding surplus to other under funded dept.’s.”
“Which Dept.’s would that be?”
“The Math and Science Dept.”
“...So what kind of responsibilities am I looking at, from becoming the new P.E. Teacher?”
“Well, you have to balance a budget of what is needed...which isn’t too hard since we’re so well funded, and also you sometimes need to teach the children things.”
“Teach?”
“Yeah, what’s a matter? Not good with children?”
“Well kind of, but don’t most teachers need a degree for these kind of things?”
“Well let’s see here...do you know how to keep yourself healthy?”
“Yes.”
“And have you ever taken a first aid course?”
“Well kind of.”
“And have you ever played a professional sport?”
“Well I requested to join one but didn’t make the cut...”
“Well see! That makes you better qualified than me! All you need now is a gym suit.”
Jojo gets up and removes his first shirt to show a black tank top that was tucked into his khaki pants. The shirt accentuated his four pack and his semi toned body. The coach, who was slightly overweight and wore only sweats, looked at awe on him as he gave him his whistle and told him to introduce himself to the children.
“But one question sir, before I go out.”
“Go on.”
“Why are you quitting?”
“I’m not allowed to talk about it near children Morales...so leave me here to pack up my stuff and I’ll put your gym bag on your new desk.”
As Jojo walks out he looks around to notices all the school children still playing Dodgeball. He brings the whistle to his lips, as he blows on it the shrewd ring echoes through the gymnasium as the little boys and girls stop and look at him. Jojo slightly looks around and sees circles taped to the floor as he walks over to them and tells them to sit back down. Quickly the children regroup as they sit in their circles.
“Well...that went very well, I’m very happy to see everyone did that so quick.”
“Who are you sir?” a child in the far right corner of the patch of circles.
“Well, my name is Jonathon Morales, and I am your new Coach.”
“What’s happening to our old coach?” another child asks.
“Well he’s going to be away for a little while...and if I guess right you’ll see him when you all graduate high school.”
“What’s High School?”
“It’s a school that really big kids go to.”
“Coach More-rail-is?” a little girl asks as she raises her hand.
“Yes mam?”
“What does More-rail-is mean?”
“Well, I’m not going to lie to you...I really don’t know, why do you ask?
“Because I can’t say it.”
“Well than how about this...call me “Coach Joe”.”
“Coach Joe?” another little girl asks.
“Yes mam?”
“I was wondering if we’re allowed to go outside and play...it looks very sunny outside, and there’s nothing to do in here anymore.”
“Did Coach Hanberry ever let you?”
“No, he said there is a plan to follow.”
“Hmmm...well I really don’t want to stray off what the coach was doing...but at this moment I don’t have this plan he is talking about, so everyone, class will be continued outside today go and have some fun.”
As the children ran out of the gym and joined the other children at recess Jojo walks out and stands looking at the children play the sun shining down on him, “Hey Coach Joe do you want to play some ball?” a child asks him.
From a picnic table near the exact area a group of school teachers were eating lunch and keeping an eye out on the children at play. There were about four of them and they ate sandwiches out of bag lunches and of course they all had apples. “I must really say Sonya, that is a very lovely dress. Did you just buy it?” One teacher ask another.
The teacher named Sonya looks up while eating a piece of celery. Her blonde hair straight and to her shoulders, and her eyes flashing with pure blue determination. Her well formed face gave a look of thought as she chews on the piece and swallows. “Why yes I did, I wasn’t quite sure about if I’d look ok in it, but I went on ahead and took a chance,” She replies.
Another teacher practically yells while laughing, “GIRL! That dress looks so good on you I still question why you still don’t have a man.”
“Well,” Sonya retorts, “I just really haven’t found a man who is used to my busy lifestyle.”
The first teacher snorts, “What busy lifestyle Sonya, you’re an elementary school teacher that has no life, you really need to go out more often while you’re still young. Aren’t I right, Gerri?”
The fourth teacher wasn’t involved in the conversation at hand, “Sonya, Trish, Brandy,” she said with some excitement, “look at that hunk of man over there.”
The four look over to see Jojo playing basketball with some kids, wearing his tank top and khakis his toned body almost moves in slow motion to the teachers. His body practically glistening as he shoots the ball. “Who or what is that?” the first teacher, Brandy, asks.
Trish, the second teacher, responds, “I really don’t know but it’s probably the new P.E. teacher.”
Sonya responds, “It’s about time we got a new one, that last one was really giving me some weird looks.”
Gerri finally turns back around getting back in the conversation and says, “Yeah but chances are he’s probably a severe asshole.”
Sonya says, “Now you don’t know that. I mean what really makes you think that?”
“He’s a P.E. Teacher Sonya, ever since they picked up all that extra funding every P.E. Teacher has gotten a swollen head.”
“I don’t know Gerri,” Sonya responds as she looks at Jojo, “he actually seems very friendly.”
Sonya continues to look at him curiously as he claps that a boy scored, he is tossed the ball back as he slowly walks back to the key to court and turns around to look at Sonya in the face, quickly Sonya turned away as the other teachers laugh. Jojo slightly looks on wondering what is happening over at the picnic table across the jungle gym, but than is brought back to the game hearing the chants “Coach Joe! Coach Joe!”
Jojo looks at the boy calling the name and motions for him to come over he points over at the table and asks, “Who is she?”
The little boy looks at the area he is pointing at and asks, “Which one Coach Joe, the wiry old bat, the fat hog, or that mousy little women?”
“Watch you mouth, no that other one the blonde one.”
“You mean pretty one?”
“Yeah.”
“That’s Miss Vaughn, my little brother is in her class, but she’s only been here for about three months.”
“I see... I wonder why she was looking at me.”
“Look come on coach are we going to play some ball or not?!”
“Yeah, sure, but prepared to get schooled.”
Antoine walked out of the employee’s entrance of Fun Town, USA he stayed longer than some people because he was so involved with the incident. To his surprise not a single member of the press hounded him for a question since park security strictly said that there was a press conference tomorrow. He was no longer dressed in his uniform as he came out dressed in a pair of black leather pants and a loose dress shirt with the sleeves rolled to the mid of his forearms; in his blue gloved hands was a motorcycle helmet, and across his shoulders a backpack. It was about time for the sun to go down as the sky was a light orange he looks around and sees his motorcycle in a space. Just than Antoine felt a force pushing him forward from behind he spins 360 degrees and sees Risa in front of him. “Hello Antoine-Chan,” she says with a very happy look in her face.
“Hi Risa.,” he says with a nervous laugh, “something wrong?”
“My ride told me she had a date tonight so she couldn’t take me home. So now I have to walk home.”
“Damn, that’s really sad, where do you live?”
“I live in the mountain region.”
“The mountain region huh, that seems a little hard to do since you’ll be walking up hill mostly.”
“Well I live at the base of one of the mountains so it’s not that bad.”
“But the point remains it’s still a long way from here. Well, I was going in that area in a way, but I have a bike and you’re wearing shorts so I can take you-”
“Just wait a moment,” Risa interrupted, “I have an extra change of clothes.”
As Risa left to change Antoine looks around and says out loud, “Why is it that I feel like I’ve been duped?”
Moments later Risa comes outside wearing a black skirt that was just a about lower than mid thigh and a sleeveless pink shirt. “You know Risa...when you compare that to your uniform your not any better.”
“Well I just changed, and I’m not putting my dirty uniform anymore. It’s ok I’ll just wear this while I walk home.”
“Wait!” Antoine interjected, “I have an idea.”
Antoine took off his back pack as he pulled out a leather jacket and told her to put it on her; than he kneeled down as he puts on these fasteners on her legs. “These are just in case you loose your footing and hit the muffler, we don’t need you getting a muffler burn.”
Antoine than looks at her, she was smiling, “So uh where do you live?”
Risa explained the coordinates to her house, they than walk over to his bike. It was a cruiser type of motorcycle he looks down at his helmet and than looks at her. He gives her his helmet and says, “Chances are I probably couldn’t live with myself if you’re brains were smeared on the pavement, so wear this.”
As Risa put on the helmet, Antoine got on the bike and took the kickstand off, with his feet positioned on each part he signals for Risa to get on. Risa than got on and put her feet in the slots as Antoine turned on the ignition and drove off. To her surprise Risa grabbed a hold of Antoine’s body mass as to not fall off. This in turn made Antoine who huff something under his breath of this notion, but quickly turned his attention back to the road while Risa’s head rested between his shoulder blades. Within enough time Risa’s head moved from the middle of his blades to on his shoulder which practically made the boy snarl when all of a sudden Antoine came to a complete stop in front of a bungalow. “This seems to be your stop.”
Antoine turns the ignition of his bike and puts the kickstand back down. He gets off the bike and looks at Risa, “Here let me help you the muffler might be a bit hot.”
As Antoine picked Risa up by her underarms she removes the helmet and as he sets her down she plants a kiss on his lips. Quickly Antoine pushes her away, “What was that for?”
“For being sweet enough to give me a ride, would you like to come inside for a snack or something?”
Antoine looks at his watch and says, “Sorry Risa I really can’t I have a meeting to go to.”
“Oh...ok.”
And as Risa gave him back his things he stuffs them back in his backpack and drives off. Risa looks into the sky and asks, “Why Antoine? Why can’t you get it?”
Up in the blackness known as space these five bright lights slowly came towards Earth, there was a red one, a blue one, a black one, a pink one, and a white one. They formed a circle and begin to talk to each other.
“Now are you sure that Prince Duke’s ship crash landed here?” The red one asked in a masculine voice.
“Yes I am really sure of it.” The black one replied with a very feminine voice.
“If Duke is down there that means he’s already terrorizing the place,” the blue one added in a very guttural growl.
“I don’t think it’s very fair that Duke destroyed our ship and our bodies...” the pink one included in a nerdy voice.
“OF COURSE IT WASN’T RIGHT YOU DIM WIT! IT WAS COMPLETELY UNCALLED FOR!” The white on interjected in a very heroic voice.
“Ok look people we’re all going to stay in the general vicinity of each other because we need to stop Duke, however without a body we’re kind of screwed so we need to choose from the inhabitants of this planet a person responsible enough to use our powers,” the red one said.
As they fall into Earth’s atmosphere they break up on their own and searched an island that was between the Americas and Japan. The pink one flew into a condo and noticed two people having sex. “This is quite interesting,” the pink light said to himself.
As the couple finally laid down from the work of sex the pink light looks at the dark man, who is asleep. “I see,” the light says to himself once again, “so the most dominant sex has intercourse with the female and than goes to sleep.”
The woman looks at the sleeping man and says “I swear Miguel if you weren’t so dead sexy you wouldn’t of gotten any.”
“Ah so this man is attractive to other women and they have sex with him.”
The light flies into Miguel’s ear as the woman’s back is turned, Miguel began having a dream where he was talking to a guy at a diner. The man was nonetheless a nerd, he wore high water pants and a short sleeve shirt and a pair of blocky glasses. “Who the hell are you?” Miguel asks.
“Oh hi Miguel, I’m known as the Spirit of Love, so tell me Miguel do you know what love is?”
“Well sure, I mean don’t get me wrong I can bag any girl I want. So I guess that can make me a love machine or something.”
“I see Miguel, so tell me what would you do if you had a special power?”
“Probably show it off, try to impress some girl or something.”
“Very interesting, Miguel suppose I gave you a power to save the world, would you do it?”
“Sure, chicks love a hero, and than comes the victory party if you know what I mean.”
“Oh I see, I see,” the nerd says with the wink of an eye, “Well Miguel, guess what, you now how a gift.”
“How lovely.”
The blue light soared through the business area of the colony as he noticed a light in a room on one of the higher floors of a building. The light flies in to see Simon who is pacing much like a tiger, he than falls to his knees as he lets out a giant yell and growl. “Damn I’m so freaking hungry,” Simon yelled, “Why did I have to eat my only meal so early in the day?!”
Than all of a sudden Simon got really enraged as he began to trash his office, he threw chairs around and also broke his desk in half. Enraged he began punching a holes in the wall until he almost stepped on his bong. “Oh...I am so sorry Jimmy, I almost destroyed you,” he said quietly, “come here, let me show you I’m sorry.”
Simon began taking puffs out of his bong; the blue light slightly brightens up, “This man is in touch with his instincts, and he has respect to some inanimate objects that he feels bonded to.”
Just than Simon lets out a hoot as he jumped on a wall and began scaling it by making holes in it, however he wasn’t able to maintain his bearing for long as he fell off. The blue light soared into his face than when he was grounded. “I am the Spirit of Water,” the light said.
“Damn, I must be really stoned out,” Simon declared, “Light is talking to me.”
“I am a living organism, the organism I take after is like a virus in a way.”
“A what?”
“Virus, however unlike a virus I do not destroy my host, instead I give it my properties which at times cause the host to have special abilities.”
“Yeah, that’s sounds very lovely.”
“However if I give these abilities to you then you must promise me that they will only be used for the right reason.”
“Yeah man, I guarantee that if I had whatever I use it to what I feel like.”
“Very well, I’ve seen you act and it seems that you are like me, so take my power and use it to satisfy your instincts.”
And with that the spirit flew up Simon’s nose while he was on the ground, which led him to falling asleep. He spoke in his sleep, “I’m special now... that’s... freaking sweet... man.”
Antoine was finally home; living in the forest district of the colony made it a very dark place to live, however the sounds of the forest made it a very peaceful place. He walked in to his bedroom and removed his shirt hanging it up on a clothes hanger and putting it in the closet. He turned to his right and hit his chest of drawer he turned 180 degrees and hit a light switch. As the overhead light began to shine a blue light into the room but light panels on the side emitted an eerie black light. Antoine looked around everything was the same as he could see. Being rather poor Antoine slept on a military cot with a rough blanket across from his cot was his chest of drawers that had a few candles set on top of it, and to the left of that was the closet. Besides having some weird symbols written on the walls using fluorescent paint there was another door that lead to his private bathroom. Antoine began to light his candles which emitted a pleasant smell into the room, he removed his gray undershirt that glowed and put it in a duffel bag. He than removed his pants and hung them up and put them in the closet. Stripped down to his boxer shorts he went over to his chest of drawers and pulled out a pair of old pants, put them on, and walked into his bathroom to take a shower and shave. While in the bathroom a light came into his room, “What a pleasant smell...” the feminine light said.
A few moments later a phone rang which scared the light to go onto the ceiling, Antoine came out blindfolded and from hearing the rings he picked up a phone that was right next to his cot and talked into the receiver. “Hello?” he asked.
“Antoine, it’s me Risa.”
“I know, you’re usually the only person who calls me.”
“Did I call at a bad time Antoine-Chan?”
“Not really Risa, in a way I’m sort of glad you call.”
“Really?!”
“Yeah, if you didn’t call there would really be no reason why I have a phone.”
Risa’s voice was a bit disappointed, “Well, I was wondering about something.”
“What’s a matter?”
“Well since the park won’t open tomorrow, I was wondering if maybe you would like to have lunch.”
“As much as I would like to Risa I can’t.”
“How come?”
“I went to see my sensei after I took you home and he told me that I’ve been slacking off too much. So he demanded I train tomorrow.”
Sounding even more disappointed she said, “Oh...”
“But how about if I give you a call sometime after training, maybe we can see what I can do than.”
“I would really like that, well I’ll let you go; hope to hear from you.”
“Ok, goodbye.”
“He is so kind and sweet,” The light says to herself looking at Antoine’s scarred back.
Antoine hung up the phone as he tumbled around the cot and felt the frame of the bathroom door, and than sat down on a mat; he then sat in a position where his knees touched his toes. He than slightly breathed in and out as he began to meditate.
“This person seems to be at ease within himself, and his aura projects a feeling of innocence that is sort of lost,” the light says to herself.
The light descends down into Antoine’s face however he cannot see it because he is blindfolded. “Antoine...” The lights speaks towards him.
“Who’s here?” he asks.
“There is only one way to find out, please remove your blindfold.”
As Antoine removes his blindfold what was once a mere light was now transformed into a dark outline of a women. Antoine slightly scoops up towards the wall and grimaces for what he was looking at. His voice full of anger he asks, “W-What or who are you?”
“I am a ghost, or more like a spirit,” the woman says, “I am known as the Spirit of Death, Antoine.”
“The Spirit of Death,” he asks, “Have you come to take me away?”
“No Antoine, I wouldn’t dream of taking you away.”
“Than why are you here?” he asks tightening his fist.
“I am here to give you something, it is the ability to wield a gift.”
“And why am I so deserving to receive a gift, from the appointed Spirit of Death.”
“Because I was like you Antoine, I too had innocence lost from me. Only those who have feelings such as ours are deserving of this gift.”
“But why me? Why not someone else?”
“I feel like I can trust you Antoine, you must promise me to use your gift for the good of this planet.”
“I’m not so comfortable with this, however I guess it would be rude to refuse a gift from anyone.”
“Very well Antoine, you may feel a bit comfortable during this Antoine, but please don’t worry I will make this as painless as possible.”
“Pardon?”
And with that what was once just a cold breeze was now hard. He was pushed back into the wall. The vision of the women was now more solid it was like she was turning from a gas to a solid. Her hands bringing Antoine’s arms to his sides, her icy touch sending chills up and down Antoine’s spine. She than took her hands and rubbed Antoine affectionately as she kissed him on his lips. To Antoine it felt like a breeze came through and wasn’t leaving. The freezing mass of her body pressed Antoine’s legs and hips to the floor, so because of the uncomfortable feeling Antoine stretched his legs out. The spirit began kissing on Antoine’s neck and than his light chest.
“This doesn’t feel right,” Antoine says.
“Don’t be afraid Antoine.”
The embodiment brought her hand towards Antoine’s pants and unzipped them down and pulled out his member. Antoine slightly grimaced as she slightly ran her hand on it. “What’s wrong Antoine do you not like it?”
“In a way...yes your hands are cold and this is to uncomfortable...”
“Don’t worry Antoine one day when you are exposed enough to what you hate you’ll feel different.”
“Yeah...what are the odds?”
With a giggle from the spirit she slightly raised her now solid naked body on top of Antoine and began moving causing friction to Antoine’s member. He was speechless as the ghost began exhaling very quickly, she was obviously putting to much work into this while Antoine just sat there with an emotionless look on his face as he watches the physical embodiment of Death continuing to move by pushing off his shoulders and grinding his member. Quickly her movements became faster and deeper as she began reaching her peak, she shouts out, “Antoine I’m getting there if you do not peak with me the gift will not be given.”
“Whatever,” Antoine says as he closes his eyes and ejaculates.
Once the whole ordeal was over the spirit whispered into Antoine’s ear, “Remember Antoine, because we have been together my gift to you is forever; and although my spirit may fade away I am still alive for I am in you.”
And with that Antoine awoke with a exasperated look on his face, he was sitting on the tatami mat his back against the wall. He looks down his pants were slightly off and his genitals were showing. He quickly brings his pants all the way up and gets up and walks into his bathroom. In the bathroom he fills his sink up with water trying to rinse off the sweat on his face. He towels himself off and looks into the mirror, he than really began freaking out, his eyes were gone! He feels his face and he can feel his eyes but when he looked into the mirror all he can see is black. “What is happening to me,” he yells, “was that dream I had real, or was it something else?”
Antoine looked in the mirror again and was horrified at what he saw. ‘I must be tired, I’ll wake up tomorrow and this will all be a dream.”
“I...I feel weak,” the white light yelled in pain, “My force is weakening.”
Desperate as ever the white light struggles toward a house in the suburbs and soars into a window of a teenage boy’s room. He looks at him while he is asleep, “I have no choice...Godspeed young man.”
And with that the white light flew into the teenage boy, who was never aware of what happened.
The red light flew into Jojo’s apartment and looks down as Jojo was working late. He was working out the student plans for about six weeks “I feel so tired,” he said to himself, “however it is of major importance to get these done.”
“Such responsibility of his work, should be rewarded,” the red light says to himself, “also it looks like he teaches Physical Education, meaning he is both a leader and in health.”
“Finally, done.” Jojo said as he gets up from his desk and stretches, “now I can get some sleep, at least I can sleep in tomorrow.”
And as Jojo went to bed and fell asleep the red light flew to him. In his sleep Jojo envisioned something he was inside a dome of fire and he was just standing there. Than a being encased in fire appeared Jojo almost freaked as he stepped back. “Don’t fear me Jonathon!” the figure yelled.
Jojo gets an exasperated look on his face, “How do you know my name, and what do you want from me?”
“I know your name Jonathon because I chose to know it; The world is in grave danger Jonathon.”
“What kind of danger?”
“Beings from another planet have been attacking your planet for over 50 years; I have the power to stop these beings.”
“Well that’s good to hear.”
“There’s just one thing Jonathon; I need YOUR body and mind to do so,” he says while pointing at Jojo.
“Why my body, why not someone else?”
“Because you hold the qualities of a hero Jonathon, you just don’t have the gifts. With my powers and your body we will make this world peaceful again.”
“Do I have a choice?”
“No, time is of the essence Jonathon and you have been chosen.”
And with that the being flew into Jojo. In his sleep Jonathon began to feel warm as he removed his blanket. Somewhere in the back of his mind he knew that his life has now changed.
NEXT TIME ON THE SACRED KNIGHTS!!!!
Jojo, Antoine, Simon, and Miguel begin to realize changes that have occurred to them since they’ve been given their gifts. However they have no control of these things. At the same time the CMMRC is beginning to look into energies that have been detected at night. Will they be able to detect the five men?!
Find out next time in the Sacred Knights Miniseries Episode 1b: United by Fate, Persisted for Justice
Simon: And you better believe they’ll be a paddlin’!