Two-Faced

[Jamaican Jew]

Re: Two-Faced

Jessica should actually be Chester's girlfriend. (Or Chester should have some sort of crush on her.) If Chester liked her and Aden found out, he could go out with Jessica just to anger Chester, and thwart both the annoying otaku girl and the obnoxious bully with one blow.

[mead1]

Re: Two-Faced

Well, the problem being that neither of them are going to be fully realized characters. They only exist for the short section that is "Aden's chronicles of highschool lol"

[Jamaican Jew]

Re: Two-Faced

The scenario could easily be summed up in a chapter or less, and would lead to Aden completely blowing it like Tokzic wants.

However, it is all up to you.

[mead1]

Re: Two-Faced

Well, the second part of Aden's story isn't coming for awhile. I did end up making her into a real character though.

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Back in the present

Steve woke up rather tired the next morning. Kaine had gotten home a little late, but none of the other four really wanted to take it up with him. So, time for the first decision of the day, breakfast. The five sat at the conference table.

Steve spoke first. He proposed they eat a light breakfast of eggs. Marty, speaking up on one of the three issues he actually cared about, wanted something bigger. Marty suggested they go to somewhere nice, since there was no work today, and get something gigantic. Sam wanted to go out and get a cup of coffee at Starbucks. Starbucks was always bustling with artsy-types. Aden went along with Sam, as he normally did on these matters. Kaine thought they should find a bum on the street, rip him open, and feast, gaining his soul and wisdom. Weekends were difficult when there were five people to be pleased. Ultimately, since Marty was very stubborn about food, Steve gave Sam control. Sam walked to Starbucks, and bought a six-dollar cup of coffee. It was good though. He sat quietly at the table reading a paper. Stock market was down. The president had done something stupid. Another school shooting. A rash murder a few miles away. The last one caught his attention. Upon further inspection, he discovered the man who had been killed last night was none other then their boss. He heard Kaine laugh. This was more then slightly unsettling to the whole group. Sam set down his coffee and paper. It appeared as though he was staring out the window, but he wasn’t there at all.

Marty was crying. Sam was drumming his fingers nervously. Aden looked a pale shade of green. Steve was twirling a pen. Kaine was sitting quietly on the floor. Steve called him over. This was what they had all been worried about for years. Kaine’s time was not something they liked to talk about or bear witness to. It usually resulted in some poor cat being flayed open in an alley, or something similar. He had never actually killed someone. They didn’t want to think he had this time, but there had been something about that laugh. Something that told them he knew a bit more then he should. Steve kept a semi-level head, and tried to question Kaine. The problem with this was at the core of Kaine’s being. He was pure unbridled violent aggression, with a large helping of cunning. If he knew something, it was unlikely he’d say. Kaine vehemently denied it. He said he had not killed anyone the night before, and that he was aghast that Steve would even suggest such a thing. He gave a spectacular show of shock and dismay at the whole group, and suggested Sam go finish his coffee so they could get out of the stuffy Starbucks. Steve saw there was little he could do. He had regretted bringing Kaine into existence many times. But never so much as this.

Steve made a motion to suspend Kaine’s nightly romps. This was met with great apprehension by the others. They agreed he shouldn’t be allowed to roam the streets, but if his time could be taken away, who was to say their’s was not next? It was a heated discussion. It was interrupted by a voice speaking outside the room. It was calling Steve. Steve got up, and took control.

Steve awoke from his apparent daze to see a tall black-haired woman sitting opposite of him, holding a Chihuahua in her arms. She called him again. He snapped up. He apologized for his inattention, saying he had gotten not nearly enough sleep the previous night. The woman made sweeping gestures with her hands. She said “Well Steve, don’t you recognize me? It’s only been fifteen years.” Steve contorted his face trying to remember. Aden yelled “OH HELL NOT HER”

The woman stood up, and started pacing. “Steve, I’ve never forgotten you. I had to move, and we never got a chance to say goodbye. I yelled at you in the hallway that day, but you didn’t turn around. I guess you didn’t hear me or something. We fell in love that first day we met, Steve. We both know it. It took me a long time to find you again, but I have at last. Now we can be together.”

Steve stood up. He quickly gave Aden control. This was definitely his problem to solve.

“Well, it’s great to see you Jessica. Just great. Actually, at the moment I have to go. I think I left my house on fire. We’ll have to catch up some other time. See you later.”

Aden bolted. He flat out ran out of the shop, leaving half a cup of coffee. Jessica yelled “OK THEN I’LL SEE YOU WHEN I SEE YOU THEN!” He didn’t turn, he just ran. He got in, and locked the door behind him. He sank down on the couch. He heard the others calling for a meeting. He obliged and sat down at the table in his mind.

For possibly the first time ever, the other four were doing the same thing. All four men raised one eyebrow and stared at Aden. Marty spoke.

“Double-You-Tee-Eff man! We could have hit that!”

Sam had similar sentiments. Steve sort of wanted to know what he had missed back in highschool. He thought Aden had made it pretty clear that day he wasn’t interested in Jessica. Apparently there had been some mixed signals. Kaine wanted to know why he couldn’t have eaten the little dog she was holding. The other four then raised their eyebrows at Kaine, then went back to the discussion. They all generally agreed it would be wrong to take advantage of someone so obviously out of her mind. At the same time, there was also the mutual consensus that she looked much better then she had fifteen years ago, and that maybe she wasn’t crazy, they did consider themselves devilishly handsome. Aden didn’t agree on any points except that he was devilishly handsome. He spoke with passion. He said she was exactly the same creepy childish person he had shunned years ago, and that spending time around her would almost definitely result in all of their immediate deaths.

Marty promised Kaine if they got with Jessica, Kaine could find some way to make the dog disappear. With two people for his side, Marty called a vote on “hitting that”. Aden knew this had to be shot down. He eventually won over Sam. Steve was already apprehensive, so Aden knew any votes relating to the “hitting” of “that” would sway in his favor. 3/2 in favor of leaving her alone. Aden breathed a sigh of relief. The meeting then turned to more serious matters. Kaine was still an issue. They mutually agreed (Kaine not withstanding) to limit him to the house during his time. Nobody liked the idea. It just had to be done. None of them was sure if he had anything to do with the boss’ recent departure from the world, but until the mystery surrounding that subsided, it wouldn’t hurt to be safe. Kaine was silent.

Sam had asked to go to an art show that night. Since the group had nothing else planned for the evening, it was agreed he could go. The others would just have their time before that. Marty was first. His time began at Noon. The time was extended to two hours on weekends.

Marty decided today he would make a rare trip out of the house. He dressed in black and wore chains. He thought it was outstandingly trendy and cool. He walked to the local Borders. He sorted through the CDs there. Marty took music very seriously. His taste was a little eclectic. Today he picked up the new “Black Rose for my Broken Soul” album. He took it home, posted on myspace, and whined about the day’s missed opportunity. He did other things, but they’ll come up later, and I can’t just reveal what will be a future plot device. To make a long story short, he finished before two, and gave control to Aden.

Aden took this opportunity to relax. He didn’t have anything in particular planned, so he turned on the television. Nothing good is ever on at two, so he flipped on the TiVo and watched some game show he had taped a while back. Before he could really get into it though, the phone rang. They didn’t often get phone calls, but Aden did like screwing with telemarketers, so he picked up. The voice on the other end was all too familiar.”

“Heeeey Steeeeve! It’s Jess. I found your number on the internet, and decided to call you up. Did your house make it?”

Aden did not want to talk to this woman. He opened up to the others to let someone else take control. Nobody wanted to talk to her, except Marty, and Aden held him down. Kaine took this opportunity to jump into control.

“Hello. I believe what I have been entirely incapable of saying is that I in no way want to associate with you. I do not wish to ever see you again. I certainly did not fall in love with you. This being said, if you knock the dog out and leave him in a bag in a pre-determined place, we may have a deal.”

There was stunned silence on the other end of the phone for a moment, and then:

“STEVE! YOU TWO FACED SNAKE! I KNOW YOU LOVE ME!”

Kaine laughed. He had a creepy laugh. It sent shivers down the other four, and across the phone line, Jess felt much less like stabbing Steve and much more like not pursuing this conversation. But her love drove her to stay on the phone. Kaine spoke once more after his fit of laughter subsided.

“Ma’am, you know not the complement you pay me by calling me twofaced. I see no need to continue this conversation any further.”

Kaine quietly hung up the phone, and returned control to Aden. The other four stared at him. Meanwhile, a few miles away, Jessica decided Steve had simply had a bit too much to drink. He still loved her.

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So, time for another Flashback. Marty or Sam?

[Tibs]

Re: Two-Faced

Marty!

[TheRaiRaiEatsBalloons]

Re: Two-Faced

martymartymartymarty

[Tokzic]

Re: Two-Faced

going to have to bandwagon here

what no i'm not a wolf

[Jamaican Jew]

Re: Two-Faced

Linwood.

[TheRaiRaiEatsBalloons]

Re: Two-Faced

Linwood.

true story

[Jamaican Jew]

Re: Two-Faced

true story

I don't think he had a Myspace, though.

[qualy]

Re: Two-Faced

going to have to bandwagon here

what no i'm not a wolf

Tokzic


ok ok ok seriously, I just found this thread. This is an awesome piece you've got going here mead, keep it up.

ps marty

[mead1]

Re: Two-Faced

Important Background Information in Flashback Format

15.5 years in the past

The night had been fairly normal for Art Steinbrunner. He was an architect by trade, and he had worked late that night. The huge merger was in a few days, and he had to finish some paperwork. He’d worked there a long time, and was now Vice President of the company. He no longer designed anything so much as manage people who designed things. This was fine with him. He was paid more for less work, and he practically set his own hours. It was perfect. Now, when an author says something is perfect, something terrible occurs, right?

Art looked at the ledger in front of him. Something stuck out at him he had never noticed before. The costs for timber were several million more then they should be. He double-checked it against the records for the past three months, and this number was way out of the ballpark. He checked to see if they were building more this month then normal, they weren’t. With his executive status, he had access to all company records. He saw no reason for this sharp increase in costs. He put it out of his mind, it probably didn’t matter. See how I used “probably” to seed doubt in your mind? It’s called foreshadowing. All the trendy authors do it.

He went home, forgot about it, and slept well. Two months passed. One morning, he went to work, and gave a presentation about the floor plan for a marine biology lab to investors. The crowd applauded, he bowed and left the podium. He always gave a cheesy bow, it was his signature move. He returned to his office and his coffee. He was interrupted shortly thereafter by the president of the company, Mr. Neuemahn. “Hello, Neuemahn.” He said with contempt. Mr. Neuemahn was a slimy fellow, and Art disliked him intensely. Mr. Neuemahn announced he was leaving the company, and was handing the reins over to Art, and that this was happening immediately. Mr. Neuemahn handed him the keys to the new office, the deed to the property, and a stack of other papers signed to make Art the legal head of the company, and said he had to leave. Art was just coming to terms with what had just happened. He left his old office, and moved into the President’s Office. It was bigger, and it had a window. He was filled in by his new secretary the schedule for the rest of his day. Art spent the next few weeks reorganizing the company, and making changes he had always wanted to see. It was business as usual on a Tuesday morning, when there was a knock on the door.

The men explained that there had been a large discrepancy in the company’s records, and that they were here to get some answers. They pointed to the same record Art had seen two months earlier, and procured other documents showing how the spare cash had been transferred and eventually ended up as a large bonus for the President of the company, which appeared to be him.

Everything was cleared up about six hours later. Art had been a Patsy. Neuemahn had left the country, but had been tracked down and picked up in Sweden. The company would bankrupt at the end of the quarter due to the missing funds. Art volunteered to testify against Neuemahn. In his heart, he knew it was the right thing to do. Art was a real Boyscout. Everything would be fine, other then Art losing his excellent job, or so it seemed.

The man in charge of the case called up a few days after the case had been resolved. New information had arisen, showing Neuemahn was actually using the funds to support a ring of Gangster-Nazi-KKK-Pedophiles known as “The Whole Shebang”. These were not good people. They were currently responsible for well over 300 counts of violent crime in the last year. And now their boss had been sent to prison, due much in part to the testimony of Art Steinbrunner. The man asked if Art would like to leave with his family to be relocated, and put into witness protection. Art accepted. As hard as it would be to leave all those he knew behind, he cared more for his family. He needed a new job anyway.

He broke the news to his family. His wife and son took it hard, but they eventually came to terms with it. It was really the only option. I mean, Gangster-Nazi-KKK-Pedophiles. They can’t really be more offensive then that. They moved about 1600 miles, and were given a large house, new cars, and the last name “Plexy”

Steve thought it was a stupid last name, but at least he got out of the last few weeks of school. Summer was ahead of him, in a new state, near enough to a new world.

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Believe it or not, the second part of this will loop around to the creation of Marty. This was an important story part I had to get out of the way.

[T0rajir0u]

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lmao sweden

[Tokzic]

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so wait a minute

art dies and then steve absorbs him like SHOOP WHOOP and then boom there's sam

there i saved you the hassle of writing that arc

[Tibs]

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I WILL READ THIS AT COLLEGE