Chasing Down Fairy Tales

The moment after visiting this Island, anyone would remember every stone and leafs as clearly as if you've just met you're own lookalike and knows the whole body parts. People interacted into the island in some way and whenever the word 'Abott Island' drops in their ears, they would get dollar-signs rolling in their eyes because of how desperately they are in need to find the treasure that's left in it 'cause of some Romans confliction which occurred due to the price of the treasure.

What's left of them is only corpses and what they engaged in conflict for. A century before the Abott Island's name and its stones were discovered even though the battle was known, it's considered that the treasure must be in it 'cause it's the last palace the Romans ever dropped by for visit or in any case stumbled upon it while during the battle between any community that knew about the treasure. Every other of a series of entities just fought for the treasure to find it and that concludes the Romans as well. The Treasure was of the Pirates, they were the wealthiest one in that specific time and knew how to keep it in a certain state. Significant battles broke out for the treasure when the Romans came upon it by accident. Theoretically, the Romans came upon their demise as if by accident. Battles over Battles came upon the discovery of this collection of treasury, death and every other particular treason followed. But this succession of discovery was never accomplished 'till the Romans, or an implied sovereign nation found it before them and kept quite. If there isn't any what occurred the occurrences of the entire conflictions? > Eyes open in the dark, Bruce blink opens his eyes barely getting a sight of any movement. He cannot even move his own hands as they are closely constrained with a leash around an wooden object. Turns his around to look over the window smeared with dirt and no sun shining though it, a foul pond and the stable room is solid but filthy as a pigsty. Few chairs and sofa lay on the side and front. He finds nothing but an empty room except himself and Jane tied up laying on the ground over the house-holding objects. They're both separated about some yards away. Dan nor Mike are to be in presentation with them. 'Bruce..Bruce.. Thank god that you're up. We're in some serious shit.' Jane speaks softly with a light voice in her tone. Jane got into consciousness before Bruce have. Bruce gets a clear vision and starts to speak. 'Oh, my head hurts. Who were these people?' 'I have no idea who they are, but it appears that they were here before us. I heard them whispering about hurting or maybe killing us.' Jane replies. The fights for the treasury never ended. Battles over battles came, and some are yet-to. 'Why are they after us, and where are Mike and Dan?' Bruce asks Jane, almost shouting. She stays quite after replying that it was almost after when she woke up, Mike told them where the treasury lays when they asked both of them. Dan felt a sudden desire to escape and tried, but failed as he was shot at the back of his left leg, lowering him down on his knees. Blood scattered over the floor but have dried up now. She explains 'He bled to faint.' They took both of them somewhere. 'Crap. How--' Bruce gets interrupted as a liable looking guy comes in pushing through the door. A low height, liable and wearing oldie jeans with white shirt guy. Just a goon to get paid for working as an illegitimate. He seems to be concerned for their consciousness. ''What the hell are you looking at? Where are our friends?'' Jane asks, concerned, But the goony keeps his eyes set at Bruce and he does the same but with anger. He kicks Bruce on the foot adding 'What are you looking at, Cunt?' He swallows a big gulp of fear. 'You're being stupid ' Bruce adds 'Do you get paid well enough for this crap, or just, uh- a loyal goon who keeps his boss charmed for no reason only because you're afraid - I've got to say...you're stuck from both sides, goony.' Bruce expresses a feeling of anger against the wills of these illegitimate people, shrugging over his shoulder. Only to keep his mind tacked about what they've done wrong, Bruce explains to this Goony-guy. 'Shut your Pat-hole' as the goon adds, Whose, in fact, name is Fortin Hills 'You ain't gonna scare me, you're just a clown- ain't ya?' Mostly, Clowns are considered to be entertaining and funny, they don't frighten people with their funny looking costumes. But, Stephen King has changed the way of clowns with his charming and horrifying novel 'IT.' (With his fictional character, Pennywise, as we've lost our bearing of thoughts whether to call it 'IT' referring with the word 'Which' or whether refer it with 'Who'), Pennywise, In this novel, emerges after 27 years or so to kill a child who are abandoned for minutes, more or less and float them. Any state of people would be terrified of clowns if one is in sight. Bruce feels despise looking at him for not understanding. 'You know, We have killed much of what's out there...-Don't ever be mistaken that we wouldn't do the same to you.' Bruce adds to get him on the verge of fear. After few minutes, he lurks around aimlessly. Walks out of the wooden door then comes back in and says turning his head over Bruce and Jane that- 'Hey, uh, it's okay alright. You're friends are fine. We just need information about some treasure. We'll let'em go when we get it. Phew!' This goony (Fortin Hills), sighs as if he just gotten out of a great misery. To start with to end all of it, Everyone's after a treasury. This collection of treasure might only be a particular one, but worth millions. This liable goony guy is with of a hired group security who are ought to find the treasure. As Bruce said to his mother when he was four in a Dracula costume that 'Hey, Mom, I don't like people who are hired to harm other people. You know, with guns. Bad people!' Bad people as he referred to goonies when he saw another kid wearing the costume of Rambo who he didn't know of that Rambo is a good goon, which he isn't and not hired either. Hours passed after this Fortin left the room and never appeared again and almost the sun broke into night, Bruce and Jane share a chat considering how they met each other. 'I was too embarrassed about how we met, but after we did, I was glad we did.' Jane shares smiling looking down at her rubbed nails. 'Yeah...But, actually, when did we met?' Bruce replies flattering with humor. Jane reacts laughing then looks at him flattered. 'Oh, come'on. Tell me what did you feel? Really.' It was almost at the break of evening in Manchester, England with the year of 2011. The sun was shining till the cloud were about to cover it at 3:47. 'Yeah, huh.' Bruce pauses to feel how much he had missed the time. 'You won't be embarrassed after i tell you, You were standing at one shop holding a cup of coffee or something and you were pointing at Doritos' He adds 'and then I came closer and followed if you might like Doritos, you know 'cause I loved them as a kid.' Bruce giggles knowing that Jane had the wrong idea of how they met. 'Are you serious? So you were running over me as I have accidently, (But you were intentionally doing it to see if i like doritos?)' She adds mumming. 'Yeah, that's when you spilled the coffee over me' Bruce completes the sentence of how humorously they've met each other but with the wrong impressions. 'You know, It wasn't coffee, though. I wouldn't drink coffee at that time of the year until you asked me to. It was. ah. I don't know, I would drink anything that contained soda then.' Jane clears out what they've missed of each other then. After the Soda-contained-drink spilled over Bruce, He apologized and offered her a cup of coffee with Doritos when it came to conclusion that Jane actually does like Doritos or even any chips. They kept communicating and stumbling upon each other after how they first met. This sense of feeling is considered to be liking each other in someway, but not expressing it with each other. 'Oh, Ha. I've never felt so glad about how we met until now. Thanks Bruce.' Jane tells him closing her eyes turning her head up to the edge. 'Yea-' In the second moment, Bruce gets interrupted by a gunshot and a door banged at letting the same Goony-guy in with three more, taking their hostages. A knife cut through the ropes that were tied onto Jane and Bruce's hands. Four of them Goonies pushed through the door taking Bruce and Jane along them as prisoners. A charming and considerate conversation ruined by an instinct moment of stupidity by the moron goons, some awkward stupid Lubbers.

2

As it's seen through the ages by Bruce in his college years, in the ages where the course of human events had various shapes of lives. Still does. He has accepted as truth that being of any shape and circumstances, A person's life matters the most in any sequence: One morning of the bright and eye-breaking sunset breakthrough from of the dawn and the creamy clouds followed past the shining of the sun. During, A Seventeen years old teenager reached upon the clouds as he thought of eating cream pies while sitting on the creamy clouds 'So Creamy!' As he referred to them expressing his feeling of taste of cream pies. (Bruce.) 'StupidTeen' as Bruce referred to himself for no considerable reasons but only the misjudgment from school. He never failed twice in a test, did not disappoint his parents for doing something illegal. He was as sweet as he is. Walking down on those country lines after the sessions of college, He felt so comfy as he never wanted a temporary assistance from any who offered nor from his parents. He liked to walk or in case he loved it. During that morning of spring, the season of growth. A crippled woman, deprive of strength or efficiency. Passed by Bruce riding the chair with the force of her hands. Then after few yards a retired cripple person sit by his own house chewing the cake of his daughters birthday. Later, someone as the age of Bruce himself carried a bag of stuff back on the motorcycle where he sat while his almost young father drove it. After in the chaos of confusion and loss, Bruce looked through the meaning of life, beyond the meaning of true life. Of what hid across all. He stumbled upon a homeless guy with his empty cup of coffee can but contained three pennies of coin. Dressed as the employee of Engineering down the street of the biggest salon of Manchester that led across the Engineering factory. He seemed as an employee but as destitute as any homeless person is. He stopped a taxi raising his thumb of his dusty right hand while his ripped shirt rushed with the air but as help of temporary assistance. Lift. The Homeless guy offered Bruce to share a seat with him as - 'Want a ride, kiddo? C'mon it's priceless.' He offered pointing to the taxi and waving for Bruce but the taxi driver did not seem to agree with the same. Anyways, Bruce already had the idea of not going so he declined. The Homeless guy took off saying 'O.K. Chiao!' Cripples, Homeless and a teen living life as it had to be for them but showing pleasure and amusement with a facial expression called smile. They smiled in every direction, for every circumstance and at every consequences. Goons live with and for money carrying out illegal shit! Bruce has to know this as well through all the previous ages. Three years in the closing brink of poverty, slam and three seconds in the island feels exactly the same in identity and difficulty. You get them all. Bruce forces not to be taken, he expands his dynamite to break out of the hostility. The goons pushes Bruce and Jane in the wooden doors, and out of another. The first goony (Fortin Hills) has the grip of his fist fully holding Jane's hand too tight with force and taking them both somewhere yet-to-be known of. In a small matter of time, Bruce notices the goonies leather holster to be unlocked, its sheath belt carried away from its clip. His intentions are far from just taking the gun and aim it towards the goons to scare them away because he doesn't look upon that they would actually run off, besides, There's no more than these four. Bruce intents he would take the pistol out, aim it against them, move it around firing then the goonies would just drop like flies. 'Stop' The same blue-headed goony shouts as he sees someone's lying against the violet carpet near the window. Dead. Some of the other goony sighted not breathing or having no perceptible pulse and shot twice against his chest. His MI16 weapon lay from side of his arm where he had the handle. 'Damn, He's dead, man. Err. Hurry, Let's just go.' First goony says standing up and moves ahead of the direction and completely shouting. His vocal chords does not meet with his usual sound of voice, He seems to be growling. The Goons and their hostages close in slightly short at the shore of the Island, Where their camp is. Same colorful leafs and the same chirping birds and the whispering of voices and growling's of creatures. But another community with more humans instead of its creatures. They walk until they keep walking. Blue-Headed goon trips over a lump of herbage and falls onto his knees. 'Wo oh! C'mon, you lousy lad. Can't keep up with the boys? head back to your mama.' The First Goony-guy says, getting the Blue-Headed one on his feet reaching his right hand for the support. ''Zip it bro, ah. Phoo! I just. I just slipped, man. I ain't no lousy." He adds, shrinking. "And don't tell me 'bout ma mama when you miss yours.'' They chatter for an counting of soybeans in a cup. Jane and Bruce seems to have a hard time not communicating. Till then, A forest living brown monkey jumped across the tree the others walked under. The Goons leapt with fright and stared at it as the monkey moved in a graceful and rhythmical way and pointed ahead, showing his bunch of teeth as if by smiling. 'Ha. The lil fella is showin' the way.'' The

Hills guy says charmed by the act of the monkey. "Uh, Much appreciated bud, we know the way." He adds shouting to the monkey. The monkey closed its mouth, turned his head around and jumped from the tree to another within a shorter distance to them. The monkey got into disgrace.

The closer it got, the serious it grew. Fortin Hills goon proceeded to move back, He knew it weren't happier with the response. One of the other goons poked it with the handle of his MI16. It grew angrier. ''Stop, Just keep moving back.'' Bruce speaks referring to how the radiated energy and virus transmitted through the lakes and the air. An ultramicroscopic infection that replicated itself within cells of living hosts and which made them mentally not in of their own force, The energy that grew them stronger but self-unconsciousness of not knowing about it unless angry and mistreated or misunderstood, for that matter. The Monkey crawled against one of the other goons, leaping toward his face with clenched teeth and sharpened nails. It screeched as it scratched the goons skin. The goonies left, shot at the monkey with anger and force. The monkey laid over the grassy field on the thick forested area. Taken down by the first fired bullets and it also took the goon with it when the others could not aim in the exact direction of the monkey. He was also put to death, mistakenly but intentionally. This reminded Bruce of the CreepDogs. He stood there silently with emotion and asked Jane if she's okay; Jane sighed trembling and with a shaky voice, she replied. ''No, I, uh. Mhm. I'm okay, Bruce.'' Bruce felt aimless, mislead by the consequences of what he expected. As the Blue-Headed guy approached, Bruce did but not as intentional, He pulled his gun out after landing a fist punch against his brownie face and devising him to lay across his face. He held him against his arm and aiming the pistol toward the other goons. Bruce could not think of more reasons to let them run alive -Just that they are disgraceful humans- So He didn't. He felt an impulse to let them go but what he thought wasn't selfish nor for friends. 'A. If I let them go, they'll come back searching for us. B. They're worst than these creature. These foggers need to die, anyways.' He thought and just fired the bullets that were left against themselves. The bullets dashed through their skull completely shutting them off from life. The first had been brought down and the others tried to run but the dead one's body had tripped them. He still had the blood-steaked gun in his hand, and it crossed his mind that they might be the next person he had ever killed. Guess what, They were. His blood was up and after all, they say the first is the hardest. Bruce led two bullets on each, therefore, to kill them because the first hit them on knees or at the chest. Their final insults were to spit gobbets of blood into Bruce's clothes as they died. Expect, Fortin Hills had to be lucky in all of them. He had been the one to live which the Blue-Headed one should have, but he intended to accomplish the activity to grab the pistol from Bruce which, In case, failed. He managed to escape from his restrainment by pulling his head out under Bruce's arms which led to his termination of his life. He shot himself. As a matter of fact, Hills had learnt not to try the same as the others have been too unlucky to do so! "They all tried, they are dead. What are you going to do to die, huh?" Bruce smirked, kicking away the dead peep's gun away. Well, Trying is not useful after all. You try, You die. ''...' "Where were you takin' us?" Jane speaks, the feeling of confusion finally gone from her voice. The goon didn't seem to hear Jane. He kept walking giving his back to Bruce and Jane. "Hey" Bruce pushes him "You deaf? Where were you taking us? Tell us with sincere manners or I'll cut your goddammned ear, You'll be deaf for real. You have. uh. - a camp or something?" ''I wan'nt, We don't." Hills pauses for a moment "We did have camp a few mile from'ere but those goddamned dogs took it when you came along with the boat sounding the honk and waving the, ah, flashlight above us. Them dogs and other things came hurdling' over it. We all had to run over it as well 'cause our camp was on their way. We saved you by mistake or you'd have been eaten, sleeping'." With that said, It came clear. Bruce with his boat and the others alarmed the creature with the light, which they hate or are afraid of, They all came towards the light they weren't expecting. "Lucky us 'cause we weren't invited. The boat crashed and here we are" Bruce smirks again over at the Hills goon. He seems to be irritated by it. "You're rebuilding that place and our friends are there. Ain't that the truth?" Jane realizes, peaking over at Hills leaning towards him. Bruce: "You are?" Hills: "NO NO, Please. let's not go there. They'll kill me. I, uh, Please, O'Shit. I'm not going to take you there." '...' "If you don't, we will. You and us both don't have the choice we want." Bruce explains to him. Hills picks up weeping, putting his butt down to the tree to let it all out. You see, Being scared is okay, but the toughest thing is to fight it or not to. Up the hills, Bruce with Jane and Hills walked passed the woods where thin green trees raise straight and high all around them. Hurdling the bushes aside of them, kicking their legs softly into the air as barriers. They had walked for awhile til' it occurred to Bruce that the goon had ran way 'cause of that he had went to urinate, which he did but still escaped. With an instinct moment of lookin' away, he vanished with a brief of moment which Bruce nor Jane has realized of. That rat Bastard, He found his way into the middle and slipped away. He had been the luckier goon to successfully escape from Bruce killin' them.