Chapter 1: Chapter 1: A New Beginning

August 11

2231 hrs

After a tormenting hour of going over a decision again and again. I chose a path that every man with a noggin' in his brain would certainly choose. I chose the path of a villain. And I admit from now on I might have to commit crimes but I'm not gonna become a pussy like Monkeyman and sacrifice myself for the best and worst side of humanity. All my friends wanted me to be a hero but fuck them and their fucking advice. The path of a villain is the path that has an elevator to success... I need to set a new password for this My Shitty Diary app.

August 12

1242 hrs

My elation, a high brought on by choosing an easy way out was over before it could reach its peak. When I was informed by four men in camouflage suits that I needed to kill a Dragon, a flying reptile, the one who toasted the black knight on its own. I questioned them about what the fuck were they talking about? They asked me to again read the guidelines. And there on the paper in bold letters was written something about a rite of passage, and in golden letters the word 'Dragon' was especially eye-catching. This only meant someone from the higher ups didn't want want me to survive.

When I asked where were my weapons? The soldiers just gave me a look, and reluctantly one of them gave me a bowie knife. Here I was about to go, on a epic journey to hunt a dragon and my only weapon was a bowie knife. My life was fucked, and when I found that my destination was a bustling town in the country of Orion. I was royally fucked. For god's sake Orion is a hero country.

How am I going to pass this rite of passage? No one would sell me even a candy in Orion... forget about weapons. I need to buy as many things as possible. Before I'm shipped out like some DeadBeat...

August 13

0444 hrs

My friends gave me a cheerful farewell. After a lot of dissing and trash talk they accepted my childish reason for becoming a villain. The whole freedom concept of our world had deteriorated hundreds of years ago, now ordinary people like us at 16 years of age are forced to choose a side, to either be a hero or a villian. Once we've chosen a way we can't back out. We've to follow our chosen creed till the day we die. 

Chancellor E.M. Carter sent us off with high praises, being a bald man his head naturally reflected light, and just like many times before, after seeing him I snickered like a child, Chancellor Carter gave me a pitying look, and then he smirked in satisfaction. Later, after an hour of connecting the dots I found who had botched my rite of passage.

But by then my fate was sealed, I was seating on a cushy suit of a airplane chewing gum, and staring at the cover of PEEP magazine in which girls seldom wear and promote clothes.

I think I forgot about something... where's my bag full of weapons? I was careless enough to forget my guardian angels at a party!! That's when I realized that I crippled myself with my own hands.

August 14

1326 hrs

After a day of moaning and self loathing my mind was back on track. The guy sitting next to me on the plane was on a video chat with his girlfriend. The two of them were making these weird gestures. He (the guy sitting next to me) was moving his thumb up and down, and he was doing such weird motions that I thought he was having a seizure. Later when I asked him politely what the hell he was doing? He (Marcus) admitted that he was trying to learn the sign language.

We started having a little chat about our life, where we grew up, basically this conversation was about knowing each other. But we both never breached the territory of the personal things and about our coming future. When Marcus asked me how good was he with sign language? I honestly admitted that he sucked. And in just few words I tried to convice him to switch girlfriends for which he almost punched me back to oblivion. I was just trying to help the guy? This world is full of sensitive brats charmed by a woman's arse, tits and face.

After hiding myself in the washroom I made a call to my mentor, Thaddeus Young. He's not exactly young anymore but he still has his looks. I asked him bluntly why I was being sent to kill a dragon? He didn't answer at first, my mentor tried to just leave me with perfunctory responses but when I threatened him with exposing his own X-X-X files he finally admitted that it was the chancellor decision. While I was still thinking, my mentor asked me to delete all his X-X-X files, in exchange he would give me all the details.

I deleted all the physical copies but there was still a renamed, password-protected media file on the cloud which I could only access when I was back in the academy for my graduation certificate. My satisfied and relieved mentor sent me two pictures, there was an air of romance in the first picture, 'cause in it I was cupping the cheeks of a girl with lot of freckles, and kissing the tip of her nose. How was this even a clue? In the second picture our very own --- blue suit baldy, E.M. Carter was taking a picture with the abovementioned girl and a woman who just looked like her, she too had a lot of freckles.

The pictures didn't make a lot of sense, for these clues I had deleted more than fifteen hours of entertainment, its not everyday you can find a professor whom you once thought to be a man of virtue was even worse than the whore of Babylon.

Thaddeus Young, my mentor upgraded female students grades for some small sexual favours. For a 'C' there was the fellatio, if 'em girls wanted a 'B' they had to let him lick their pussy while simultaneously they had to service his dick. Watching what those poor girls did for an 'A' was my favourite.

Mr. Young demanded rough sex from his female students for an 'A' grade. Rarely on few occasions someone wanted to get an 'A+' grade and for that my mentor prodded the depths of their asshole with his pecker.

I was still baffled, then my mentor kindly pointed out that I should check the names of the files. And after checking the filenames all my doubts were cleared. The girl I dated for one weekend was the daughter of a chancellor. The last I heard she had an abortion. And that fucker baldy must have assumed that baby was mine.

She was a cheerlader for god's sake. Everyone in the football team must have fucked her and made her vagina puffy. At least do a paternity test moron before sentencing a man to a his death.

My mentor hung up on me, and later he even blocked my number, and again I forgot a very important thing. Mr. Thaddeus could have shipped my weapons bag to Orion.

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August 15

0450 hrs

It was the longest flight of my life. The plane was in the sky for more than two days. How did it not run out of fuel? I asked myself every time when I woke up from my drug induced slip. Out in the airport the would be heroes, future scions of the goody to shoes industry were welcomed with cheers, and their hosts even gave them gifts. When I gave my passport and some other relevant documents to an airport official, the woman behind the counter gave me such a nasty look that I shivered for a second, her gaze was truly menacing it was as if she was looking at disgusting creature I felt like I was a crushed cockroach.

The airport official returned my documents after a while, and truth to be told while I was leaving, I had this nagging feeling that behind me she was doing something suspicious, I suddenly turned around, and I saw her washing her hands with a hand-sanitizer. Thank god, she was only a clean freak. It looks like I won't need to worry about discrimination of villains in a country funded by the dollars and morals of Heroes.

Outside the airport I spent four hours trying to find a taxi but strangely there was no taxi service operating outside the airport. And because of that sadly I could only rent an automobile, the necessary procedures for renting a car was quite a hassle as the man behind the counter forced me to sign more than hundred documents and some of them were Non-disclosure agreements. I was renting a car not going to war. A portly fellow with arms like trunks of sturdy tree escorted me to an underground parking lot which was empty.

There was not a single car in the parking lot. The portly guy had a name and it was Biff. There was a nametag on his blue uniform which I had failed to notice the first time I met him in the Rent-A-Car office (We provide you a ride, to save your pride - Rent-A-Car) I was not offered a car for my good money. I was given a pink Vespa, its body was covered with rust and its tires were flat.

When I aked Biff where was my car? He just shrugged and went away. Before I could even chase after him, the lights in the parking lot went out and there I stood in the darkness wondering about what should I do with a Vespa!!

August 16

0700 hrs

Not a thing to worry about this little thing can take me across the whole world. I admired the pink Vespa that I had temporally fixed up. A passerby, an old man on the road gave me a sincere adivce, "Son, I assure you the only place that this Vespa can take you is the bottom end of a cliff." I gave the old man the rising bird and with gestures I explained to him what I thought about his opinion. The pissed off old man wanted to step out of the car to teach me a lesson but his wife who owned his old ass calmed him down and they went on their merry way. I was ready to rumble, as soon as he was in my range I was going to deliver a roundhouse kick to his head. I turned on the ignition, and the pink beauty fired up and the purr of her engine was more like a coughing fit of an ole asthmatic patient an hour away from dying. It was working fine. I assured myself and I sat on the ratty seat of the Vespa.

The countryside was lovely. The fields of wheat were dancing to the tune of nature, the sun was not too scorching and even the birds were chirping in elation. Natured welcomed me in Orion but the same thing could not be said for the humans as a group of cars with flashing blue and red lights on their roofs were following me everywhere I went. They followed me until I was out of the city. I think the woods were outside their jurisdiction.

The Vespa was working just fine. And I became such an excellent driver of the two-wheeler that I closed my eyes, and felt everything that my open eyes could never see. The kiss of the breeze on my cheeks, the faint smell of dirt and berries in the air jolted me awake and I nearly avoided a cedar tree by jumping off the Vespa and it was supposed to crash but the tree ate up my Vespa and it even belched in satisfaction.

I really needed a car, I had walked for hours, and my feets were blistered, it felt like they were blistered, my eyes could see the shoes but I was feeling a stinging pain on the soles of my feet. I wanted to hitch a ride but on this abandoned road there was not even a serial killer that would give me a ride to the next town.

P.S. After I rested for a while, I had a sudden epiphany, in Orion every human being was a pussy to be claimed and on the scales of doing good, and if my assumptions are true I'll have to walk miles in this ultra modern age, here even the pigs could fly.

1455 hrs

Ok skipper, I'm ready to quit. I can't walk even a step more. They'll have to carry my dead body back to civilisation. I still have these nutrient packets but they taste like raw dirt. I need to eat a whole chicken to once again experience the pleasure of food. Water's running out, I only have a bottle of water that's left inside my bag. I can't drink my own piss, I'm not too attached to this life, there's no girl waiting for me back home. I don't even have to take revenge. The most sane thing to do at this moment's to just relax and wait for death. And if my luck is good it will come in the form of a tree nymph or a succubus.

I'm currently lost in my dreams, I feel like I'm sleeping in a bed, and someone's cleaning my body of its filth, the pleasant sound of the rustling leaves is drifting me back to sleep, the lullabies of a gentle soul has flooded my ears and the green lanterns of the fireflies has illuminated the darkness of my abysmal life. When I woke up, I found myself naked, there was not an inch of cloth on my body. I screamed like a little girl who had been kidnapped by BTK. When I got my bearings again, I noticed a note taped on my balls. I carefully pulled it from my testicles, and written on it were few lines. "I have saved your life, and as a compensation I've taken away all your belongings...

P.S. I took away your clothes too. Wear my clothes they are on the clothesline. And on another note do go to a doctor you really need to cure your limp dick."

I masturbated to check the condition of my dick, everything was fine it could still get it erect. Maybe the guy who saved me was a fag. A fag in the country of goody to shoes was a rarity as their whole idea of success was dependent upon unity which was quite proportional to the higher rates of reproduction.

2213 hrs

I just got back from hunting. It was the first time I ever hunted a rabbit with a bowie knife, it took me hours to track a colony of rabbits, and like an expert hunter in the wild I hid behind the bushes, waiting for the right chance, but the chance never came as a leopard with a funny look on his face jumped near the rabbits and it scared them to death. The leopard never looked at the rabbits who had died 'cause of a heart attack, it hunted down a hairy, fat and juicy rabbit who could neither hop nor dig. I was rooted to my spot, the leopard turned towards my way. I prayed to God, and hoped that it was not a man-eater. The leopard gave me a glance and I lost myself in his shiny yellow eyes. When I came to I found that I was alone in the woods and there was no sign of the leopard. I sighed in relief, I was safe for now.

I could smell a faint scent of blood in the air, I need to get away from this place but before doing that I checked the place for the 'frightened to death' rabbits. The dead rabbits were still sleeping on the ground, I quickly picked up the rabbits and then I carefully placed them inside my bag.

After I had picked the last rabbit. I could hear the howling of the wolves. A wolf pack would eat me alive in minutes after their arrival. I couldn't take any more chances. So I went away ignoring the crooked words written on the ground, "Eat some food, Beggar."

August 17

0815 hrs