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    I has no more time to write right now. :|
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    I've given up on this story. The plot is too twisted so far for me to advance without redundancy, so I'm going to rewrite it entirely. I'll keep the original here for those that want to read it still.
    The Unforgivable
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    Life is a mystery to many. Those that cannot contemplate this simply make their lives worthwhile; something so memorable that even the dead will remember it. Others of the more curious variety seek out the cause, the reason, the consequences, and the benefits of the unsuspectings' lives. These curious ones use powers; powers not of their own ability, but of their creations' ability. Through these inexcusable creations will the balance of the universe become tilted.

    Professor Sigmund Pavlov, 25, has recently become a legal scientist in many fields, years of tireless work finally benefiting him. The majority of his life was spent in Washington, but he took to Furstenau to pique his education. Though an official scientist, he believes his karma will soon assist him in becoming a world-famous scientist that will be remembered throughout history.

    As he wishes for a more expansive and first-hand experience, he journies to lands unknown to many, with the aid of some highly-experienced explorers. As the area they are treading is unmarked on maps and unknown to all but the most knowledgable researchers, they can only expect the unexpected.
    Soon, the unexpected strikes, like the streak of lightning that warns you as it misses the mark.
    As they walk lightly upon the surface of an unnamed mountain, a severe quake strikes, causing all of the explorers to quickly lose their balance. As if by fate, they all landed in the same second, causing the ground they stood upon to collapse in. They had believed the mountain to be dense and not hollow; to their surprise, they fell nearly twenty feet into the mountain, causing some minor injuries to some.

    As the injured attempted to recover from the sudden drop, the others viewed the innards of the mountain. Sheer amazement consumed all of them, even the most experienced. The area was amazingly hollow, leading Sigmund to ponder how the mountain had not collapsed within itself.

    "Spectacular! This will surely prove to benefit all and puzzle billions for many millenia! However, this cannot be the very limit. We must go deeper into the mountain!" exclaimed Sigmund, his exhiliaration empowering some, and weakening others. As the area was hollow and likely prone to cave-ins, he had kept his voice low, despite his eagerness. The explorers chipped away at all sides, hoping to find a path of any type sooner or later.

    Eventually, through much intolerant work, they had found the site of a cave-in. They had no way of knowing how deep the hole went. They dropped one end of a rope while clutching the other end. The strongest man held their end of the rope as one of the lighter of the men climbed down. Though anticipation slowed time for them, the man that went down seemed to have been going down for far too much time. Sigmund even began to wonder how much rope was left for him to descend.

    To everyone's shock, the rope went limp. They all pulled the rope as quickly as possible, hoping they had not just had their first casualty. After what seemed to be hours of pulling the rope, they found the other end. It seemed shorter, somehow, yet bore some mark of the recently deceased. Far too recent...

    "Someone give me some supplies. This mission is far too dangerous; I will attempt it myself. All of you, find an escape route and mark it somehow for me. I do not wish to lead any of you to a premature end." demanded Sigmund, as he readied himself for the exploration of a lifetime. He stood there, staring out into the distance as the others did as told. His mind was attacking itself as it wondered what had happened, what will happen, his inevitable fate, and so many other, unanswerable questions that he eventually realised that he had spent ten wasted minutes questioning his own questions. And so, he embarked into the unknown.

    As he was now severely limited in numbers, he could not attempt the cave-in he had found. An obvious lack in electrical power also persauded him to abandon any cameras he possessed, along with other electronics. He did possess a helmet with a light on it, so he was able to see in the darkened areas of the mountain.

    The site of the cave-in had an opening on the other side of the gap. Puzzled, Sigmund wondered if it had somehow formed during his black-out. Though still confused, he tossed a hook attached to a rope onto the side of the ledge on the other side, hooking his end as well. Creating a makeshift tightrope, he tossed his supplies onto the other side as well, so as to reduce his weight. Some supplies fell; though not an extremely significant amount, every bit was essential for his survival. He calmly, yet quickly, crossed the tightrope. Nearly at the end, a tiny, brief quake, magnified slightly due to him being under the surface, caused him to lose his balance. Desperate for survival, he leapt to the ledge, almost falling head first into the cave-in that stank of death. However, his sudden leap caused him to push the rope down, loosening it and almost instantly releasing its grip. As it fell into the hole, Sigmund felt a sudden chill as he thought of the rope as a second victim.

    Cautiously, he entered the cavern. He had not realized he was ignoring some of his five senses earlier; a scent immediately filled the area. Unfamiliar to him, he couldn't define it, yet it seemed to be attempting to attract him, as if drawing a path for him to walk. Familiar with many tricks in life, he took no chances and ignored it as he headed down the unscented path at a fork in the path.

    Immediately, he regretted his decision. He discovered a large room, similar, yet smaller, to the one he landed in. Strange, small creatures circled the center of the room, nothing in plain view there. He had no means of defense, and as a scientist, he knew even the smallest of creatures can be the deadliest. It was strange, however, that they had not noticed the lighting from his helmet. He backtracked, soon going down the scented path.

    He felt himself gradually, very gradually, slipping away from consciousness. Could those creatures be but one of many inhabitants? Perhaps another, even stronger species is creating this smell. Cautious of his environment, he tore his sleeve and used it as a facemask.

    He walked deeper and deeper down the path as it sloped down. Eventually, he found a dead end. Unwilling to have to go through the unknown beings, he drew his pickaxe and chipped away at the dead end (slower than the explorers had, though). Eventually, he found yet another room, though it was half as large as the inhabited one, and it was, luckily, uninhabited.

    However, he suddenly heard a noise from one direction. He knew he had to be the only human in the entire mountain, so he stealthily ran to the opening that was quiet. He peered out very slightly to see what had created the noise. An even larger group of even larger creatures slowly filled the room he had just escaped. Seven-legged, they seemed to remotely resemble the spider, and yet looked somewhat like a scorpion. Had they been the failed experiments of some crazed scientist of old? Were they ancient creatures completely unknown to man? He noticed that the strange scent was gone, and so put his torn sleeve into his pocket, so as not to leave a mark of presence to the creatures. Regardless of the possible glory, his priority as of now was to escape alive. Though, there was a complication...

    His only route back was guarded by unknown creatures. They possessed scythe-like appendages and their legs were pointed to the very tip. Something dripped down what appeared to be their mouth, possibly the remains of another creature. They seemed barbaric, and Sigmund didn't want to give them a possible taster of human flesh. He treaded carefully down the opening he hid in, hoping not to attract the creatures.

    Soon, he realized that the creatures must be originating from the center of the mountain, as that is where he seemed to be heading towards. Desperate to even understand this entire mystery, he continued to travel down the path until he was positive the creatures could not hear him. He once more drew his pickaxe and dug below him. Something caved-in, but after some examination, he discovered the path he just walked had become closed. He only prayed that the beings from earlier could not dig or travel through rock.

    He chipped away at the bottom, eventually digging a large hole. But after some more digging, he seemed to hit something very dense, dense enough that his pickaxe could not penetrate its exterior. He went around the object and dug away, revealing a strange, outter shell. The moment he realized it was a shell of sorts, he jumped back. The very moment he did so, an extremely sharp object seemed to rise out of nowhere, just a few inches away from his body. The shell began shaking mildly, and soon moved so that he saw a medium-sized version of the earlier creatures. He knew he could not avoid this one; it had already attacked.

    He stood perfectly still for a few moments, hoping the creature could not see or use echolocation, or anything of the sort. It seemed to know he was there, yet it did not attack again. Strangely, it dug away at the spot where it just lay, revealing a small hole for Sigmund to go through. Once done, it went down the unblocked end of the tunnel. In pure shock, Sigmund wondered if the creatures were, in fact, a peaceful species. But then, why the weapon-like body?

    This hole was not very deep, but it revealed yet another room. Did these creatures create these rooms? If so, for what purpose? His only possible lead would be to go down, as he did not want to run into the creature again. He jumped down, recovered from the fall, and suddenly realized some sort of illusion was in play. He stood in a grand hallway, one that one would expect to be the room of the king and queen. Although, what would be shining marble was, instead, unnaturally smooth rock, differently colored from the rest of the mountain. He walked slowly down the hallway, amazed at the indescribable beauty of this region. Soon, he discovered a small, out of place pebble at the very end of the hallway. In a mountain, this would not seem strange, but this particular pebble was very small and was the only pebble in the entire hallway. It was also very dark in color. Though Sigmund pondered the purpose of the pebble, and even the hallway itself, he began to wonder what this large opening really was?

    He kneeled down to pick up the pebble, curious. The tiniest distance was between his fingers and the pebble; suddenly, it jumped into his other hand, as if in fear of the initial hand. And in a split second, he blanked out. Pictures of what seemed to be history flashed before his eyes, displaying this room to be some sort of worship hall, or perhaps a sacrificial altar. Perhaps the earlier beings were not barbarians, but simply injured? As he recovered from various other flashes that he was unable to comprehend, he heard a sound behind him.

    An enormous group of the creatures were behind him. He stood in shock for a second, but soon noticed that they seemed to be in a complex pattern. Once he got a good look at the nearest one, they seemed to be kneeling down to him, and not preparing for an attack or anything of that nature. He looked behind him, and saw symbols completely unknown to him carved into the wall.

    As he pondered the meaning of the symbols, they seemed to resonate as, slowly, symbol by symbol was filled in, disappearing from existence. They seemed to actually speak to him.

    "yshcvpwsknnetwhapxwsfKth." (That may look like random letters, but I put some work into that!)

    An entire line of symbols disappeared. Sigmund, as multilingual as he was, could not even comprehend whether or not that was an entire word (or whatever was closest) or if that was a full sentence. As his head began to feel hot, another sound echoed throughout the room, in a more comprehensible language.

    "Thy hath awoken the Kxsewnauj ('kuh-ks-shla-ne' say it quickly)."

    Less confused and a little more hopeful, he awaited the next translation. His head was no longer irritated, and so he could focus all the more on the resounding voice.

    "Does thou seek something? Puissance? We provide thy world with its eternal strength. Should thy fail to speak, we shall empower thee with the lowliest of our power."

    Sigmund had just snapped into reality after focusing too much on the voice. He had begun to speak, but he could only emit the tiniest squeal as he felt his body intensify in indescribable manners. Once his pain had subsided and he regained control over his body, he felt as though nothing had happened. He also noticed that the room was almost exactly the way it was when he had entered, with the exception of a lone creature, which seemed no different from the others.

    Sigmund saw the creature perform a lightning-quick movement, but was knocked out the second he realized it. When he awoke, he was near the top of the mountain. So many questions arose, it might have overloaded a supercomputer. His supplies were gone, perhaps lost while he was out, but he felt rejuvinated and ready for even a trip around the world.

    He trekked off to civilization, though he knew none would believe what had happened. Even he was unsure what had happened. Was it simply a dream, with the other explorers abandoning him as he became a hindrance? He felt a very slight pain in his head as he entered a city a few miles away from the mountain. Why was this mountain so unknown if civilization was so close to it?

    The city was not as lively as he expected. From miles away, it seemed industrial and on the brink of expansion; yet a close-up view showed very few people walking around. They all seemed very reserved, yet some threw an eerie glare at Sigmund as he passed by. Unable to determine his location, he decided to try asking for directions.

    He entered a small shop, neatly stacked newspapers and magazines in each corner. He tried looking at the newspaper, but it was an unknown language to him, due to him knowing only the speech of languages and not the writing. He went to the clerk of the shop and asked for a map and how to return to his own hometown. The clerk gave an evil stare as he answered,
    "Iwanan, tagalabas. Ikaw ay tuntong sa ipinagbabawal na lupain."
    Anger was accompanied with the uncomfortable, yet unfamiliar, words. Sigmund left immediately and set out to avoid the city.

    He didn't know where to go or what to do. The landscape was vast and infinitive in every direction. Strangely, though, he didn't feel much weaker or exhausted. After what felt like days of walking, his legs pulsing with pain and overuse, he still found no trace of any civilization, not even marks of possible human population.

    Out in the distance, he saw some four-legged beasts heading towards him. They seemed like dogs at first, but in this terrain, they must be jackals. Carnivorous and deadly beasts, an encounter with jackals would not end well for Sigmund. But there was nowhere to hide; jackals possess noses far sharper than any domestic dog. The jackals were very near, and they soon began sprinting toward Sigmund.

    Sigmund was paralyzed in fear. Would his life end in such a cliche manner after such a trip? He stood there, staring at the leading jackal. For a second, the lead jackal and Sigmund met eye to eye, hunger in the jackal's eye, and fear in Sigmund's. After that second of contact, the jackal howled and ran off into another direction, its pack just behind it. Relieved, Sigmund continued his walk in the desert.

    What just happened? With so much time on his hands, he pondered many questions, thinking up every possible solution, raising up even more complex and unpredictable questions. He remembered a sharp, brief pain in the back of his head during that brief second of eye contact between him and the jackal, but why had it happened?

    Thoughts running through his mind like bullet trains on parallel tracks, he hadn't noticed he walked straight into a populated city, far from the mountain. As soon as he realized his whereabouts, he set out to look for a map or geographic reference. Halfway through the large, industrialized city was a tourist area that also had a map. Unfortunately, the maps only showed the city itself, including some small boundries outlining it. A man, seemingly the tourist guide for that area, was sitting nearby, staring into the public. Sigmund turned to face this man.

    "Sir, can you tell me what direction Furstenau is at?" he questioned, with a desperate look on his face.
    "I do not know such information, sir." the guide said with a slightly saddened tone.
    "You have to know where it is! I have to get back there as soon as possible!" Sigmund had just realized that the guide was staring him straight in the eye. The pain was back, but only for a second so that Sigmund barely noticed.
    "Head northeast, follow the river east, then go south." the guide replied, eerily calm, as if hypnotized. Sigmund thanked him graciously and followed the directions, still not exhausted.

    Within hours, he saw the familiar city. Joy and relief overwhelmed him as he ran towards Furstenau. So many tales he had to tell! Was there even the slightest possibility that anyone would believe such obscene fiction?

    Exhausted from the journey, Sigmund rested at his home for some time. During his spare time, he wrote a short book detailing his brief adventure. Due to its length, he was able to publish it quickly, and debate quickly arose about whether or not it was fiction or a true event. No one seemed to be able to prove that any portion of the story was true or not, but discouragement for Sigmund was absent.

    Several months flew by, Sigmund enjoying and relaxing during his stay, working short hours to keep a steady income. Frequently the memories of that strange day arose in his mind. He knew he had missed something there; he had to return there.

    He prepared himself for weeks, being sure to be fully prepared for a solo journey. When he finally departed, he took a bullet train from Furstenau to a city near the mountain, carrying with him a backpack filled with long-lasting foods and a large water supply. Within a few hours, he had reached the mountain once more, and he felt a strange nausea suddenly overwhelm him. Nevertheless, he walked on, desperate to end this troubling haunt.

    He circled the mountain for hours, finding no trace of his previous hike with his explorers. The hole seemed to have disappeared, and the mountain appeared as if nothing had ever occurred. Still, Sigmund persevered, not even stopping to eat or drink. He walked, and walked, and walked for what felt like days...

    Eventually, he found himself suddenly within the mountain. "I must have passed out, but I don't understand how I got in here..." Examining the area, he saw that the room was large, perhaps twenty five feet high, with the walls curving outwards. The ground was smooth, but there seemed to be a high slope at one end of the room. There were two openings, and it was as silent as the dead of night.

    Running on luck, he went through the left opening. Beyond it was a hallway carved from the mountain. Walking on, remembering the everlasting walk from earlier, he found himself at the unique room from the previous trip.

    And so, the story begins...

    Ah, it's all gone so fast... at least I've finished my part. Now, I can only watch and wait to see if my life was not wasted.

    "Checkmate." the young boy announced, clearly bored and unchallenged. The crowd gasped.
    "I don't believe it! A little boy just defeated Sutora Muhai at chess!" a woman in the crowd yells over the chattering crowd. Any passers-by that weren't interested begin pouring in with the crowd. Sutora is stunned, unable to think. The game board is filled with the boy's pieces, yet void of Sutora's - a perfect victory over the world-renowned King of Chess.
    "You really must stop using the same exact plans with each game you play, Mr. Muhai. I must be going, now; school is beginning." the boy says casually. He picks up his backpack from beside his chair and walks to school, the crowd parting as he walks through.
    "Impossible..." Sutora mutters, his brain still comprehending his first loss in years - a loss to a child. He quickly stands and runs after the boy. "Kid! Wait!" The boy stops and turns around, a new face shocking Sutora. He looks like any other 13 year old now. "You're right, I need to work on more strategies in chess - less predictable strategies, too. When I improve, would you be willing to play a rematch, kiddo?" He puts his hand out. The boy smiles and shakes his hand.
    "Sure. My name's Shindo Hina." He walks off, waving goodbye, Sutora waving back.

    Hey Shindo!
    Hey there. Where've you been?
    Where have I been? You're the one that gets here right when school starts! Where have you been?!
    Shrug ~ Playing a little game, that's all.
    Oh, come on. You should really play a little less chess; try other games, y'know?
    Yeah, heh, oh well. We should get to class.
    Why? It's not like you actually do anything in school. You just sleep all day and still manage to be the top student in the entire school. How can you do that, anyway?
    Experimenting, I guess. Different teachers have different blind spots, you just have to find it.
    What about your grades?
    I don't know. The questions are all logic, so can they really be that difficult?
    Sigh ~ You make it sound too easy! Well, unlike you, I need to work on my grades if I want to pass, so I'll see you later.
    K, see ya, Kagyu.
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    Is everyone too busy with school or preparations to read, or am I just that unpopular ?
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    After reading this, I must say your English is immaculate. Very well structured and descriptively written. I'll be looking out for the next part!

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    Quote Originally Posted by White Fang View Post
    After reading this, I must say your English is immaculate. Very well structured and descriptively written. I'll be looking out for the next part!
    Thank you! When I start writing, it's usually hard for me to stop; it all just keeps coming to me. It's a shame I had to start writing this right when school started.
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    A new portion of the story has been added!
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    Default Re: The Common Weakness: A Crime Beyond Law (Updated 8/25)

    i usually dont have time for writting you on the other half..... XD i think you just told the whole story on a spoiler XDDD
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    Quote Originally Posted by moyinator View Post
    i usually dont have time for writting you on the other half..... XD i think you just told the whole story on a spoiler XDDD
    I don't know what that first half meant... If by "spoiler" you mean my previous post about the title... Well, if I tell you more, then this post will be a spoiler.
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    Sorry I couldn't read it all >.< But that code you have..it looks like its from an Artemis Fowl book :/

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    Quote Originally Posted by kingdomhearts123 View Post
    Sorry I couldn't read it all >.< But that code you have..it looks like its from an Artemis Fowl book :/
    Shhhhh!yush !!
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    Default Re: The Common Weakness: A Crime Beyond Law (Updated 9/3)

    Muahaha! I got it right xD I bet I know what it says then!

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