Absolution
Of all the people whom I've met in my life, of all of them who have inspired me, excluding my kindergarden friends, these six have made a great impact in my life.
Nick Kent: My sensei, mentor and friend. He is a writer whom I've met quite by accident a few years back. At first, I was reluctant to further ties with him as he is queer (gay for all you queer haters out there). But over time, I found out he was a realy great guy who have great expectaions of me. I have no intention of letting him down. His physical condition is not in an all time high and being queer has have a impact on him. But he doesn't let any of these things get to him and I am very proud to call him sensei. He is currently working on a film and he has introduced me to many of his friends and students. Akiyoshi, Rashi, Justin, Ryosuke and Mirai has all shown me how big the world is and I am eternally greatful.
Angeline Tan: She is my primary six teacher and she was the one who told me never to give up. Like Nick sensei, she has high hopes for me. She gave me the book which started out my whole journey as a writer, Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone. In it, there lays a card which I kept till today in my wallet as a reminder of what she have done for me and how much it meant to me. Still teaching back at the school and I wish her a good life and hopes I'll meet her again someday.
Ryan Kooi Wei Rong: A primary school friend of mine who was the first to reach out to me, whether he knew it or not. He was the one who pulled me out of the darkness of the well and even now, remained a friend. Even if one day I forget what you look like and what was your name, I'll always remember I had a friend in that someone at the back of my mind. He is currently working hard for his Os and I wish him the best of luck.
Tan Shi Yun: Similarly, she's a primary school friend of mine who was the first to not mind what I looked like back then. She was kind and friendly and she always refered to herself as "on the same boat as me" and even at times, she would stand up for me when no one else would. She had her ups and downs and had, like me, people who hated her but everytime I saw her, she was smiling and when she's sad, she'll try to hide it. I thank her for bringing me to see the sky and teaching me how to smile even when I'm sad so as to not make others around me miserable. She's living life out in her secondary school now and I hope she can meet those great friends she deserves to have from the start.
Stephanie or Ah Qi to me: My longest childhood friend. I've known her since I was a little kid. She's like a big sister to me and I can't express how great it is to know her. Even though everytime I meet her, our conversation topic may not change, it never gets dull. She may not know it but she's the one who put the dream of becoming a writer in my head in the first place. Like all of us, she is currently studying for her exams right now and I won't wish her luck for I KNOW she can do it. That's just the kind of person she is.
Benjamin Lee: Suprise? You should be for I am too. I'll admit, I've accused him, insulted him and even bore a grudge against him in the past but after a while, when you start to really get to know a person, you'll find some...interesting things. Turns out he's not so different from me at all. In fact, we're pretty much alike, whether we know it or not. Thanks to him, I can finally get control over another of my emotions and he even gave me many ideas for my upcoming story which I'll get to later on and for that, I am eternally grateful.
Absolution
Now, as all of you may already know by now, I am a writer. Absolution, is going to be the first, non-fanfic story of a trilogy I'm working on. Seven being the second part and Hymns, the third. My goal is to have these published as books when they're done and I want to thank everyone mentioned above and all those who I have not mentioned all the same. Benjamin, I may not be able to make up for all the things I've did and said to you before, but I can sure hell make new and better things in the future. So here, a little sneak preview if you will, first page of the prologue to Absolution...
Prologue: And the Guns Shall Sing
15th March 2025
The sun set on the horizon as the Chinese man ran across the empty streets. Behind him, a small five man squad of riflemen slowly closed in. Clad in dark forest green uniform and carrying heavy backpacks, the soldiers proudly bore the symbol of west, a sole eagle flying towards a star on their shoulders.
The houses which decorated the now empty streets shut their windows as the chase pass by. If it were like it was in the past, the citizens would have curiously peeked out of their sanctuary to see the event unfold. But of course, those were days long gone.
On 23rd February 2024, the countries of the west declared separation from the east after a long year filled with racial riots, heated debates and several assassination attempts on high ranking easterners’ officials, leading to the decision. Those who were not born in the west are to return to their homeland, wherever it may be and those who remained suffered ill treatment from the newly empowered Senate of the West ran by Theodore Hyde. Hyde bribed multiple voters into aiding him and captures the attention of the already weakened will of the nations with promises of getting rid of immigrants and foreigners from the land they claimed their own. The people bought it to the end.
Jun Han is an informer for a resistance group set up under major western cities. He clutched a small piece of parchment in his right hand tightly, streaking past a red light of an empty junction, breathing heavier as each steps leads him closer to the safe house. He knew the rules though. To enter, he must lose his pursuers and to do that, he needs to play on his street.
Turning into an alley and slingshot himself over a rail, climbed onto a nearby dumpster and hurl his already tired body over the last obstacle, a four meter high fence. Though he landed on his feet, the impact of the fall causes him to kneel. Gathering the remainder of his strength, Jun Han pushes himself to stand.
The riflemen caught up to him but had trouble getting over the fence. Jun Han gave a cocky smile before continued on with his escape. Once he heard the rifles click, he made a mad dash for the streets. With a final push, Jun Han grabbed onto a lamp post and swung himself behind the safety of a building as flashes of bullets flew pass where he stood just seconds ago.
With a sigh, the informer heaved a manhole cover from the sidewalk and jumped in. Following the terrible smelling path made for workers and the likes, Jun Han journeyed left and arrived at a small metal door, rusted at the sides from around a two minutes walk from the manhole.
The entrance creaked opened and the cool blast of an air-conditioned room hit him carried along its wave are sweet sounds of Japanese soft rock. Leaving the putrid smell of the tunnel, he entered the sanctuary of the resistance.
“You made it!” Shouted one of two middle aged Malay man sitting around a circular table placed in the centre of the room with the other about to give out the poker cards he was dealing.
The five-by-five meters room was newly painted to the color of light brown though certain areas of the wall retain the grey of the concrete. A double-decker bed laid on the far right from the door and a couch at the end. A weapon rack leaned against the wall on the left with standard issue rifles stolen from soldiers. Four M16B3s stacked neatly in a line.
The M16-3Bs are an improved version of the past M16A2 with a double barrel used by most Western soldiers those days. It can be switched to fire two bullets simultaneously or in successions with twice the rate of fire of the M16A2. The designs are practically similar aside from the double barrel and a retractable knife on the left side of the left barrel. A door beside the rack led to the power generator for the entire block of the street which also doubles as a provision room with enough food to last for at least three months.
“Yeah, I nearly got caught though.” Jun Han closed the door behind him.
A Japanese woman got switched from a lying position on the couch to a sitting one. “Just glad you weren’t, especially with that info on you hands.” A pinch of Japanese accent flowed through her voice.
“I’ll tell you this,” Jun Han fell back on the lower bunk of the bed, waving the piece of parchment he held in his hands high up in the air. “with this, the war is ours for sure.”
The fighters cheered in agreement...............
Nick Kent: My sensei, mentor and friend. He is a writer whom I've met quite by accident a few years back. At first, I was reluctant to further ties with him as he is queer (gay for all you queer haters out there). But over time, I found out he was a realy great guy who have great expectaions of me. I have no intention of letting him down. His physical condition is not in an all time high and being queer has have a impact on him. But he doesn't let any of these things get to him and I am very proud to call him sensei. He is currently working on a film and he has introduced me to many of his friends and students. Akiyoshi, Rashi, Justin, Ryosuke and Mirai has all shown me how big the world is and I am eternally greatful.
Angeline Tan: She is my primary six teacher and she was the one who told me never to give up. Like Nick sensei, she has high hopes for me. She gave me the book which started out my whole journey as a writer, Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone. In it, there lays a card which I kept till today in my wallet as a reminder of what she have done for me and how much it meant to me. Still teaching back at the school and I wish her a good life and hopes I'll meet her again someday.
Ryan Kooi Wei Rong: A primary school friend of mine who was the first to reach out to me, whether he knew it or not. He was the one who pulled me out of the darkness of the well and even now, remained a friend. Even if one day I forget what you look like and what was your name, I'll always remember I had a friend in that someone at the back of my mind. He is currently working hard for his Os and I wish him the best of luck.
Tan Shi Yun: Similarly, she's a primary school friend of mine who was the first to not mind what I looked like back then. She was kind and friendly and she always refered to herself as "on the same boat as me" and even at times, she would stand up for me when no one else would. She had her ups and downs and had, like me, people who hated her but everytime I saw her, she was smiling and when she's sad, she'll try to hide it. I thank her for bringing me to see the sky and teaching me how to smile even when I'm sad so as to not make others around me miserable. She's living life out in her secondary school now and I hope she can meet those great friends she deserves to have from the start.
Stephanie or Ah Qi to me: My longest childhood friend. I've known her since I was a little kid. She's like a big sister to me and I can't express how great it is to know her. Even though everytime I meet her, our conversation topic may not change, it never gets dull. She may not know it but she's the one who put the dream of becoming a writer in my head in the first place. Like all of us, she is currently studying for her exams right now and I won't wish her luck for I KNOW she can do it. That's just the kind of person she is.
Benjamin Lee: Suprise? You should be for I am too. I'll admit, I've accused him, insulted him and even bore a grudge against him in the past but after a while, when you start to really get to know a person, you'll find some...interesting things. Turns out he's not so different from me at all. In fact, we're pretty much alike, whether we know it or not. Thanks to him, I can finally get control over another of my emotions and he even gave me many ideas for my upcoming story which I'll get to later on and for that, I am eternally grateful.
Absolution
Now, as all of you may already know by now, I am a writer. Absolution, is going to be the first, non-fanfic story of a trilogy I'm working on. Seven being the second part and Hymns, the third. My goal is to have these published as books when they're done and I want to thank everyone mentioned above and all those who I have not mentioned all the same. Benjamin, I may not be able to make up for all the things I've did and said to you before, but I can sure hell make new and better things in the future. So here, a little sneak preview if you will, first page of the prologue to Absolution...
Prologue: And the Guns Shall Sing
15th March 2025
The sun set on the horizon as the Chinese man ran across the empty streets. Behind him, a small five man squad of riflemen slowly closed in. Clad in dark forest green uniform and carrying heavy backpacks, the soldiers proudly bore the symbol of west, a sole eagle flying towards a star on their shoulders.
The houses which decorated the now empty streets shut their windows as the chase pass by. If it were like it was in the past, the citizens would have curiously peeked out of their sanctuary to see the event unfold. But of course, those were days long gone.
On 23rd February 2024, the countries of the west declared separation from the east after a long year filled with racial riots, heated debates and several assassination attempts on high ranking easterners’ officials, leading to the decision. Those who were not born in the west are to return to their homeland, wherever it may be and those who remained suffered ill treatment from the newly empowered Senate of the West ran by Theodore Hyde. Hyde bribed multiple voters into aiding him and captures the attention of the already weakened will of the nations with promises of getting rid of immigrants and foreigners from the land they claimed their own. The people bought it to the end.
Jun Han is an informer for a resistance group set up under major western cities. He clutched a small piece of parchment in his right hand tightly, streaking past a red light of an empty junction, breathing heavier as each steps leads him closer to the safe house. He knew the rules though. To enter, he must lose his pursuers and to do that, he needs to play on his street.
Turning into an alley and slingshot himself over a rail, climbed onto a nearby dumpster and hurl his already tired body over the last obstacle, a four meter high fence. Though he landed on his feet, the impact of the fall causes him to kneel. Gathering the remainder of his strength, Jun Han pushes himself to stand.
The riflemen caught up to him but had trouble getting over the fence. Jun Han gave a cocky smile before continued on with his escape. Once he heard the rifles click, he made a mad dash for the streets. With a final push, Jun Han grabbed onto a lamp post and swung himself behind the safety of a building as flashes of bullets flew pass where he stood just seconds ago.
With a sigh, the informer heaved a manhole cover from the sidewalk and jumped in. Following the terrible smelling path made for workers and the likes, Jun Han journeyed left and arrived at a small metal door, rusted at the sides from around a two minutes walk from the manhole.
The entrance creaked opened and the cool blast of an air-conditioned room hit him carried along its wave are sweet sounds of Japanese soft rock. Leaving the putrid smell of the tunnel, he entered the sanctuary of the resistance.
“You made it!” Shouted one of two middle aged Malay man sitting around a circular table placed in the centre of the room with the other about to give out the poker cards he was dealing.
The five-by-five meters room was newly painted to the color of light brown though certain areas of the wall retain the grey of the concrete. A double-decker bed laid on the far right from the door and a couch at the end. A weapon rack leaned against the wall on the left with standard issue rifles stolen from soldiers. Four M16B3s stacked neatly in a line.
The M16-3Bs are an improved version of the past M16A2 with a double barrel used by most Western soldiers those days. It can be switched to fire two bullets simultaneously or in successions with twice the rate of fire of the M16A2. The designs are practically similar aside from the double barrel and a retractable knife on the left side of the left barrel. A door beside the rack led to the power generator for the entire block of the street which also doubles as a provision room with enough food to last for at least three months.
“Yeah, I nearly got caught though.” Jun Han closed the door behind him.
A Japanese woman got switched from a lying position on the couch to a sitting one. “Just glad you weren’t, especially with that info on you hands.” A pinch of Japanese accent flowed through her voice.
“I’ll tell you this,” Jun Han fell back on the lower bunk of the bed, waving the piece of parchment he held in his hands high up in the air. “with this, the war is ours for sure.”
The fighters cheered in agreement...............
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