It was a quiet night, with the only audible thing the sound of crickets. However, within in a few minutes, the silence that enveloped the area would be broken.

By three ordinary men, who served an extraordinary God.


The armoured van stopped next to a grey building, with a ladder leading up to the roof. The doors slid open, and three men walked out.

The tallest wore a stylish suit of pure white, while the biggest one of the three wore a set of fatigues, and the last an advanced Sneaking Suit, greyish-green in colour.

Beyond the grey building, there was a two-storey warehouse. There were altogether three entrances into it; the front entrance, which was a huge sliding door that was strangely always open, the back was a simple door, and the third was a ventilation shaft that was on the roof.

Joshua turned, and nodded towards the other two.

"I'll sneak through the ventilation shaft on the roof of the warehouse. The both of you choose between the two ways."

Ephraim immediately spoke: "Ian, you take the front door."

Ian was not happy.

"What!? Why?"

"'Cause you always say you're the best at Counterstrike what. So you take the front door lah."

"But this ain't...eh wait. How come this place looks so much like 'assault'?"

Joshua looked around and remembered something.

"The Valve dudes needed some inspiration about how to make their maps. So they based it off real-life places. I guess we're at the one they based cs_assault off"

"Wah steady. I sure take them all..."

"Don't talk so much lah Ian. Just go!"


The three split their paths, and Ian quickly moved towards the front entrance. There was some shipping containers stacked on top on each other, and there was a ladder leading up to its roof on the containers. He saw Joshua climb up the steel ladder, and he continued to move around the containers. Just then he bumped into someone.

"Who the...?"

Ian grabbed him into a chokehold, and when he saw the vampiric fangs hanging from its upper jaw, quickly smashed the bloodsucker's face with his fist to stop him from stuggling. He pulled out a sharp wooden stake with its tip dipped with holy water, and plunged it into the vampire's heart.

He flung the incapacitated blood drinker away, and walked around the containers to the front door. There, a man with no pupils stood, an assault rifle in his hands.

"Hey!"

The man turned, and before he could say anything, had a modified Combat Shotgun stuck in his face. The trigger was pulled, and the lesser daemon had its head blown into smithereens.

Ian grinned, and when he saw seven armed daemons turn and look at him at the same time, he halted. Then he pulled a vial containing a clear liquid from his pocket, shook it and hurled it amongst the seven of them before covering his eyes.

A white flash enveloped the seven of them, and a loud bang quickly followed. When Ian looked again, all of them had their human skin burned off, and their slimy hides revealed.

Oh man. And I thought Lurtz was ugly.

He raised his weapon and fired. Again, and again and again, until all seven had been blasted to pieces.

A flying daemon dropped in front of him, its hands holding a sharp poisoned blade. Ian simply slammed the butt of his shotgun into its face, and he pulled from his back a huge silver double-headed axe, its butterfly blades sharp enough to cut stone.

He swung it around his head and slammed it into the daemon's ribs. It howled once, and fell dead. He was about to reload his shotgun when he saw three other daemons in black suits standing in front of him, each holding a shotgun of their own. All three were aimed at his chest.

"Ah." Ian thought that would be the last word of his life.

All of a sudden two of the daemons had their heads chopped off, and the last was on the ground riddled with bullet holes. He blinked, and he saw Ephraim standing amongst their corpses, the left hand holding a katana, and the right a blessed Uzi.

"See lah! Still want to Rambo issit? I just saved your life man!" The Green One rebuked Ian, who grinned sheepishly.

Just then, they heard a sound coming from the ventilation shaft, and they saw Joshua moving out of the shaft.

"You killed them all?" Joshua asked incredulously.

The two of them looked at each other, then started laughing at Joshua. The Stranger in White rolled his eyes.

"Its exactly like CS..."

************

Whooooa. Synergiz was great!

It's kinda hard to describe what actually happened. God's voice really spoke to me during that camp.

I've been doing quite a few private postings lately. Got nothing to say here...

Any of you watch the drama serial "Glass Shoes"? It just ended, and I tink its quite cool, not to mention that one of the main character's a chick =D

Just like what Ian would say, hmm? hahaha

I'm entering Ngee Ann Poly, doing Business Studies. Yay. Got what I want. But...what the hell?

From 17 become 14? What kind of a freaking jump is that? That's bullshit.

From 18 become 14? What kind of a bloody jump is that? That's rubbish.

Seriously. MOE is surely gonna get a lot of flak this year. What the heck. The JAE fiasco was bad enough. And what the hell is this?

Damn. The Dragon year is hard.

Always and Forever. What a name.

For those who have seen the new album, its really really cool.

At least I think so. HAH.

I want to say more, but I can't. 'Cause no one's listening to me here...

************

He waved goodbye to his friend and as the train left, the finality of his words sank into his heart.

Pain. A dull, burning ache in his heart.

He wanted to curse. He wanted to scream. He wanted to howl his anguish out into the world.

Had the Devil asked him whether he wanted to trade his soul for impossibly great power at the moment, to destroy the world and take everything for his own, he would have said yes.

But it faded, and throughout the whole train ride he felt a numbing, dull pain that refused to go away.

He knew that it was his fault, for not keeping his vow to the Lord that this curse was placed upon him. And he plugged into his Zen Touch and he began to enter a state of worship to the Lord.

Pain was replaced by a form of comfort, and he knew that the problem was waiting for him to solve it. But he procrastinated, and told God that he'd deal with it sooner or later.



Up in the heavens, the Man of Sorrows, his hands once pierced by nails, shook his head sadly. An angel looked down at the tall, lanky young man, rocking back and forth.

"Lord...?"

"He will come. Just not now..."

And Jesus continued to watch and intercede for the boy.

josh fatesealer turned back time on 3/23/2005 12:18:00 pm.