60. There is no peace

Just in the time I went, from my apartment to the grocery store and back, I discovered that my apartment had been invaded. Magic and science are very difficult to mix, and when one is superimposed on the other, it's easy to see.

I did nothing, letting them be happy with what little they could do. I continued doing what I was doing, working on another work of comics. It was just for fun, and this time, it would be called FullMetal Alchemist.

I was recreating Brotherhood, because the first version was very complex and to be quite honest, I didn't see it. My work was done quickly as I was doing it through alchemy.

Then you ask yourself, 'But what about the staples put in your house?', and I answer you, my dear friend, 'I don't mind at all'. If the one-eyed one comes to treat me like one of the others, I'll just kick his ass out of my house.

That simple.

I scanned the pages of the magazines, and started assembling the files. Of course, only the first chapter would be free, with the others costing $1. The amount was just to keep the site online.

I was helping the world, but I wasn't going to pay to help anyone. See, there are countless comic books, but they're all by the same person, Captain America. They used the image of the poor man so much that he was even a dog.

While I was working, peacefully, the doors of my apartment opened, and a beautiful woman, next to a boy, with serious and angry faces, entered.

I was strong, which helped keep me alive. The duo gave me a good beating, claiming that I had killed L, and that this is not done and blah blah blah. I was beaten like a man, but at the same time, I was having fun.

How can people care so much about fictional characters? The human mind was a strange thing, or rather, the human being was a strange thing.

To calm the duo down, I said I had made a new story, one that I promised would be more relaxed, or I think it would be. For each one, it will be read and seen differently. To die L's signature, I promised to make an animation of this new story. But it would take time.

I was going to need a guy's help, one I didn't want to ask. After all, he has an A.I. who could carry out my request and leave the voices very close to what I want.

Thing for later. Now it was time to enjoy and see what they think of the first chapter of FullMetal.

I waited patiently, watching the pair sink into the magazine. They sat next to each other on my couch, which for a moment reminded me of reading my sister a story. But that was another life, another reality.

Longing. I hope they're all right.

I had hidden the other chapters, just so they wouldn't read and forget to give feedback. They did that with Death Note.

He brought some juice and cookies from the kitchen, for when they finished reading. As soon as her eyes leave the pages, the first thing I hear I don't like.

"Give me the other chapters now. Or I'll go on strike, and I won't color your sculptures anymore." That was May, who became a geek of the highest order.

I created a monster.

"Wait May, I need some feedback. Let me know what you think, things I need to change, things you find interesting." I try to calm the beast.

"I can't give feedback by just reading one chapter. It would be like rating a movie just by watching the trailers. It doesn't make sense." she responds, and as much as I would like to, I don't have a counterargument.

"I need to find other people for this. You don't help me at all." I growl, pretending to be offended.

"You know your works are good. Whether sculptures or comics. So stop playing the wronged victim and let go of the other chapters." May counters, and I'm sure, I REALLY created a monster.

"Uncle, isn't this the same as what you do?" Peter finally opens his mouth.

"Yes, and I'm in the story." comment.

"That's spoiler Uncle. Don't do that." he fights.

"No, no, you would have come to that conclusion anyway. But now is not the time to read more." I clap my hands getting up. "Peter has school and May paints. Chop Chop."

I watch the pair grudgingly get up from the couch. They were slow, as if that helped them with something.

"Well, seeing as the two children are so grudgingly, I think I'll burn the other chapters, so there's nothing left to stop them from doing what must be done." I comment, as I flick a lighter.

"You wouldn't dare." May turns, looking at me in horror.

"You are a villain Uncle." Peter whimpers.

"Yes, I'm a cruel villain. Now go, or you'll see the magazines burn." I light the lighter, reaching for the magazine they read earlier.

The pair run, each kissing the other goodbye, following their paths. I just sigh, sitting up wearily.

"Why, why did I get involved with these two."

I stood there briefly, until I finally spoke.

"It's time to step out of the shadows and speak up. I'm not much of a stalker, and I warn you beforehand. Look at the shadows again, they're not your home anymore." I say still sprawled on the couch.

"What did you tell Tony to forcefully hack into our systems and now demand his father's belongings?" the one-eyed man asks, and then looks back into the shadows he came out of, to see eyes staring back at him.

"Nothing he didn't have a right to know. I might not like him, but that doesn't mean I'm going to let you play with the guy's life. His SHIELD is nothing more than a parasite, he's done nothing to help the world.

What right do you have to put bugs and cameras in my house? What right do you have to keep someone else's belongings for your own pleasure, and then claim it's for the good of the world?

Of good intentions, the many layers of Hell are filled, and all I see in you is the lust for power. Nothing more, nothing less.

One last thing before you go, bring your toys, or there will be no more Privacy Invasion Shield. The law exists to be followed, but you, break them all and think you are the lord of the truth. Fucking hypocrite."

"My agent will come to clean up." he says, heading for the door.

Just before arriving, the walls, furniture, windows, everything is covered with shadow and eyes, and soon after, all your bugs and cameras are left at your feet.

"No more unwanted visitors. Take your things."

Without taking too long, he grabs everything, puts it in his pocket and walks out the door. I can only grumble.

"He will never leave me alone."