It was a day like any other, knocking on my life as if telling me to smile, get up your bed, and sing a happy song of life. It was dreadful.

There I was lying on my bed blinking blankly at the ceiling, trying and failing to muster the strength to get up in bed. The bed was powerful, it was using its magic in controlling gravity, In which I am no match for.

*BOOOOoooom! BOOOoooom! BOOOooom! *

Three deafening explotions startled me fully awake and alive. Gasping, frantically my heart beat, breathing hazardously upon sitting up hastily, I cursed the alarm clock and its owner.

" f*cking hell! That scared the living out of me."

unwillingly, I got up from my sitting position and cleaned up the messy nest of a bed I was lying on. Walking out of my room scowling, I went to where the annoying TNT of an alarm clock was.

" hmm."

Vividly, I contemplated what to do, and what I am about to do should be masterfully executed.

- revenge, this is revenge, my friend-

I thought as an amazing retribution has pop up in my brain. I took a deep breath, readying my emotion, and fired the most believable act of helplessness.

"HELP! Heeelp, Help, murder, there's a murder! a murder I tell you!"

shouting at the top of my lungs, frantically and hysterically banging his door, in no time at all he woke up.

" What th... oh sh*t!"

loud crashing and falling off things can be heard at the other side of the door while I was waiting impatiently.

"awch!"

The door opened slowly, a man in his early 20's slouched sleepily, a frown was present on his ever so square face. His army-cut hair has what I would always call as Elf hat. He was looking at me with the same expression as I would have when someone took my chocolate from me. [well, he looked like when you stepped on sh*t.] his dark brown eyes told me what I was expecting. The untold promise of horrendous pain.

" What if it were true and I didn't believe you? "
" I mean really, I'll be confused."

" Well, that'll be the day. "
"it tis nat me problem bradah."

outright calling him out of his 'threat', he scowled and unbelievably pout like a little boy. not cute. really. No.

" Dude.. just.. no."
"please never do that again."

" shut up you evil evil man."
"I will have my justice, and you cannot stop me."

posing a superman, he proclaimed to the ceiling. Looks rediculous when a 20+ year old soldier does it.

"you never cease to disturb me far greater than I could ever imagine. Here I am, a weirdo calling you a superior version of weirdness."
"you need to see a psychiatrist, to check whether there is ever a chance you can be saved from you 8 grade syndrome."

"No can do CP3O, as much as I appreciate your 'concern' I am perfectly sane and fine just the way I am."
"you on the other hand need to be rebooted or maybe reformat your system. You might have a virus, I am deeply worried about your well being as well as mine and the whole world."

While bickering back and forth, we walked towards the stairs and down to where the kitchen area is.

I made breakfast, the ever imperfect sunny side up.
positioning ourselves in front of the dining table, we sat and ate. It was good breakfast.

" bro, you felt the quake last night? that was hell of a shake I have experienced. That I thought you were doing yours."

I said while making coffee. [I forgot to make one.]

" That was an earthquake? I thought it was you again with your poltergeist prank or maybe an alien thingy you do every time I piss you off big time."

a mocking smirk with a hint of a challenge was plastered on his quadratic face.

"Well sure, I may have pushed a shiny glowing red botton somewhere around your room full of exotic magz. last night. It might have triggered the wandering spirits to haunt our house."

Lazily waving my hand gesturing 'what ever'. I told him with the intention of letting him know of my unhurt feelings.

"HAAaa!! Those aren't magz. those are my precious treasures. The holy book for us otakus. The stories of every heroes, they represent justice, true justice!"

Pointing at me like a virdict on a tial for being guilty of a heinous crime. He exclaimed.

"You're no otaku, you're a Nerd, know the difference bradah."

I corrected his proclamation of being an otaku. Such sacrilege.

"Anyways, how was the mystical murderer going? any leads or clues about the.. well you know the murderer?"

Changing the subject, was the best for the both of us, so I asked.

"It's going nowhere, really I stayed up almost all night to figure out wherehe is and what the hell happened, till the quake shattered my concentration, so I went to bed and fell a sleep."
"We can't figure out how he murdered the victim, I mean who ever did this did it so perfectly and mystically at that. It's like magic."

He sat down massaging his nose bridge in stress. His eye brows meeting each other making a 'I'm so stressed and sleepy' face while looking at me.

"Wow, like magic huh? is a boy with a lighting bolt scar on his forehead one of your suspect? I bet he and his dou are the perfect murderer then. I better call J.K. ro..."

"Aaaarrg. Dude. Your seriously sometimes pissing me off, I sometimes imagine me stabbing you multiple times and then dump you in the river to get rid of any clues."

Interrupting my mucking and making fun of his misery. I felt my eyes twitched a little bit.

"hmm. So tell me, I wanna know. What the hell happened to the body?"
" it was horrendously and absurdly unidentifiable. The body was burnt to an unrecognizable charcoal."

There was no cams or any witnesses of the event and the dogs doesn't want to go near the area at all."

I raised an eye brow on that, surprised and intrigued.

" Very interesting, I would assume it's something to do with..."

"Extraterrestrials, super natural beings?"

He interrupted.

" to tell you the truth, it might have just been that."

" he's body was burnt into a charcoal "

"or her, the body's not identified yet right? so don't be sexist."

"I... huh!?"
"I'm not... "

"That's what everyone says."

I shrugged his defence.

"huhhh. anyways, I'll be going to the scene of the crime later to find clues and maybe. Hoping we could find evidence... "

"Of extraterrestrial? supernatural?"

I interrupted.

" You'll love that, won't you? supernatural and the unexplainable."
" huuhhh. sometimes I wish you were just your average friend with normal everything, not this."
" Also, if your that bored, why not just get a life man. Do something more productive like, I don't know play the piano maybe?"

He said bluntly, and while gesturing to me.

" uh."
" To think that I'm friends with the likes of you. such hurtful words coming from someone who I thought to be my one and only true friend."

I answered back emotionally, wiping my fake tears with my trembling sad hand gesture.

" I am your only friend."
" Look fam, I would love to be the one solving this sh*t show of a case without you snooping around like always, but I have no other choice but to let you come with. "

" YES!! That's what I'm talking bout. "

I interrupted excitedly.

" So the body was burnt charcoal then huh.
was it a chemical reaction to the body? "

" It's not yet confirmed cause we haven't done anything remotely significant, except to try and find out who he 'she' was."

" oh... typical, anyways let's chat later, for now, let's eat. want some bread with that? "

I said while handing him a loaf of bread.

" So, when are w... sh*t oh sh*t"

*Rumble Rumble Rumble.*

without any warning, the house was shaking and everything that was prone enough to fall fell on the floor. The shaking continued for another second until.

*BOoooooom!*

A big explosion was heard somewhere outside.

" What the f dude."

We ran outside to see what and where the explosion was, as we step outside we saw what you would call a devastating sight.

" What in the world is going on? "
" a terrorist attack maybe? "

Panicking I asked no one.

" No idea fam, but I think I should go and check if someone's hurt. "

Carl said worriedly looking at where the center of the city is and where the fire is coming from.

He ran as fast as he could while I was just too shocked and stood where I am as he goes further away until I could not see him.

" Sure pal, be a hero like you always are."

I said now in an indifferent tone. A giant fire engulfed the center of the city as smoke was spreading and upwards. People ran in panic and some were terrified of what was going to happen.

" be a hero like you always do."

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This is my first time writing, so I would love to have some critics and comment on this story. also some tips.

I will be updating the next chap. whenever it's ready. I write sporadically and I'm sorry about that. I'll TRY to not do that, emphasis on the "try" part cause I would definitely... not do that.

hope you'll love the story.