What if the life you are living at the moment is a story written by another. What if all the actions you took was already depicted by another, and you are just but a pawn. Do you want the truth, or you prefer living a lie? No matter your choice, all that stops you from finding out, is your urge to read this or not. The choice is always yours!

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The air around the past becomes so tense to the point drops of blood levitate around him. He takes a boxing stance as the steam of his sweat rise upwards in a thick form. He takes in a deep breath and maximizes his concentration towards the direction of Micheal. Micheal’s fists shake out of pain and nervousness with his guard up for any unknown strike. The future walks towards them a bit and strikes his hand down as he exclaims. 


The past sprints towards Micheal and slides, dodging Micheals kick to his face. He then grabs Micheal’s left leg and pulls it with his momentum. This results in Micheal falling face front with the bloody ground obscuring his vision. Micheal attempts to rise but is greeted with a swift punch which he parries to his left with his right palm. 


Oh, you managed to survive that. Your skull would been crushed if you hadn’t reacted fast enough. 


Battle of the past and present (II)