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The Fox 002

The Fox

The following is an excerpt from Book 4 of LIVEONNOEVIL entitled Master Reset:

More wings fluttered to a stop, perched to stare. Monkeys swung overhead, jumping back and forth, crisscrossing the gap above. The gorilla jumped down from the horse-statue’s back, eyes still locked on Gordo who turned to see the railing up the stairs lined with long-beaked tropical colored birds. He started up them any way as bobcats came in more than a dozen, following close behind the silver backed gorilla.

And with each backward step up the stairs, the number of animals grew, all with a faint pink static that moved over them in a field of energy. Hummingbirds zipped by closer and closer. The monkeys were squawking with each leap of descent. The bobcats barred their teeth from salivating mouths and the gorilla stared still using his fists to climb the stairs.

“So how many did you get to?” The stairs leveled off to an archway with a cornerstone that jutted out. Perched upon it sat an orange fox and Gordo noticed him differently than the others, a deep vibrant orange and no pink shimmer. “What was the final count for the ‘Pet Threat’?”

Gordo pulled out his sword and squawks, howls, growls, grunts and rustling feathers filled the air along with the laugh of the orange fox.

“Nothing more than a security blanket at this point. If I were you I’d toss away your silverware and hope they don’t play with their food.”

The thumps down the stairs were inaudible and suddenly the panther was blocking his way up followed by a white and black spotted leopard and a yellow and black spotted cheetah, each covered with the Pink force field.

“Now you’re really fucked,” said the fox, “unless…” and he jumped from the ledge, disappeared only to reappear around Gordo’s shoulders, his tail hanging down Gordo’s bare chest and his head turned with his snout to his ear. “I could talk to them for you, that is, as long as you come with me.”

The animals approached slowly, enjoying the game of it and Gordo grabbed the fox’s tail, swinging him to the ground, but he disappeared before he hit and was back atop the cornerstone.

“Or I can watch them eat you. That’s fine too.”

The Beetle 001

The Beetle

The following is an excerpt from Book 2 of LIVEONNOEVIL entitled FURNITURE:

In time all your questions will be answered, Blue assured him from beneath his hat. Backpack could feel the beetle’s feelers against his scalp. They emitted slight waves of response that tickled his brain sending images and words in electric flashes.

Faster, Blue urged him. Do not think of your body. The pain is outside you. You exist only in your mind.

Backpack pushed through the discomfort. The pain in his side was sharp and didn’t fade until he ran up the stairs to his bedroom. With all his might he pushed his dresser in front of his door and then removed his hat and carefully picked the beetle from his scalp, placing him softly onto his bedding.

“Okay,” said Backpack. “I’m ready.” He focused on his breathing and willed his heart to slow.

You have many questions, but you must learn to accept them unanswered until you are truly ready.

The beetle vibrated as Blue spoke and currents of blue energy sparkled over its shell.

“I will,” said Backpack.

And that is why I have chosen you. Because you are willing.

Backpack nodded solemnly.

In order to understand what you are about to see you must give me your faith, solely and completely. Do you agree?

“Yes,” said Backpack.

You will experience terrible pain, but you must trust in me. There is no pain I haven’t experienced and I only ask what I know you capable of bearing.

“I trust you.”

Then take off your backpack and lay flat to the bed.

He did and the beetle rose above him with a vibrant electric fluttering of his wings.

Now clear your mind and open your mouth. Submit to me as I possess your earthly body. Be prepared, for what you see will change the course of events to come.

Backpack gulped. He closed his eyes and felt the tickle of the beetle’s feelers as he parted his lips. It stepped onto his tongue and the taste, distinctly metallic yet sour, faded as the beetle crawled further. It squeezed passed his uvula and he couldn’t help gagging. It pulled itself deeper, the intrusion was thoroughly invasive and he went stiff, thinking of himself like stone. Strong and unaffected.

The pincers were needle stabs inside him and it pushed its way passed his larynx and down his esophagus until it disappeared into his stomach. Relief lasted only a moment before he could feel his insides swimming in a whirlpool. He gasped in agony as it accelerated and then it wasn’t just his stomach, but his entire body. He clenched his eyes and squeezed his teeth, the spinning so fast he couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe, couldn’t move. Ringing in his ears rose until he was deaf. His mind pleaded to Blue, but then it was over and he was standing on his feet.

“Open your eyes,” his ears heard. He did and nearly burst into tears as he saw Blue, himself, just as he remembered him, standing before him.

He lunged forward and hugged him tight, feeling relief and security in the silence. “I’ve missed you,” said Backpack. He let go of the embrace reluctantly and Blue bent down to stare at him on eye level.

“I’ve brought you here to show you something very important about this world, but first you must understand, where we are is very dangerous.”


“I will answer only this question and once I do you must not ask anymore until we return. So little as a whisper could alter as much as a mountain.”

Backpack nodded, ashamed of his eager tongue and afraid to even swallow.

“We are in the past.”

Blue stood up and turned his body from him and for the first time Backpack noticed they were surrounded in nothingness. All he could see was himself and Blue. There was no dark, there was no light. Only them within an anti-mass of an empty eternity. The void.

“For example,” said Blue as he reached into empty space and grabbed it like a curtain, peeling it back. Blue held it open to the side and waved his hand to beckon him in.

Backpack walked right up to see between and recognized it immediately. It was him, asleep in his bed.

“And no, this isn’t a dream,” said Blue and disappeared behind the curtain as Backpack stepped into his own bedroom.