A lesson in Duality(R Rating)

[SirNitram]

The following story is modern-day fantasy. It is why I shouldn't be left alone all day with nothing to do but think. There are descriptions of nudity, sexual situations, and probably even worse in coming chapters if I write them. Why? Because if you were a college student in this situation, you'd get yourself some ass too.

Duality. Chapter 1.

Martin yawned, as class drug on once more. A seven AM class was cruel, a seven AM programming class should be against the Geneva Convention. Half the class was asleep, the other half nursing caffine in various forms in an attempt to stay with the teacher. Martin, himself, was trying to force his eyes open as his hand took notes without actually engaging his higher levels of thought.

As his mind drifted back and forth towards sleep, images formed and vanished. A sky of blue, and floating in it, a world spinning gently, being remade by some invisible sculptor. Woven bluish-white light hanging in the air. A man standing in the desert, chanting as the mind's eye dragged back, showing lines in the desert becoming a massive, seven sided shape. The blonde in front of him doing a striptease..

He managed to blink awake after the assignment for the week was handed out. He glanced down at his notes, trying to shake the images that had been dancing in his head out. He rubbed at his eyes before reading the notes again. Sure enough, he had managed to take good, clear notes of the class...

But, underneath them, were words in someone else's handwriting.

Duality is the nature of reality.
Light and dark.
Good and evil.
Change and order.
Creator and destroyer.

He grabbed his morning Pepsi and took a long drink from it, trying to wake up. He must have been really tired to have written that. He managed to get out of the press of bodies leaving the lecture hall, trekking towards the cafeteria. There were better places to eat on campus, but it was cheap, quiet at this hour, and it didn't take many active braincells to function here.

He shuffled along, watching the other victims of the programming class fan out into the tables, eating quietly. The few others upright at this hour were eating softly as well, as if the entire building would shatter if a loud noise was made. Chewing on what he presumed were eggs, Martin looked around quietly, noting his classmates. He knew a few, of course, but the year was young and there were many he hadn't met yet.

The blonde was one of them. She was pretty hot for a student in a programming class, but then again, a nice ass and a pair of gravity-defying tits didn't mean she couldn't program, it was just odd. He realized his mind was drifting again when he thought about that striptease he had daydreamed of earlier. Now, though, the tangled skiens of bluish light seemed to be in the cafeteria, winding and unwinding, as his mind drifted.

His reverie was broken by shocked gasps and mutterings. From somewhere, sultry music was pulsing into the large room. But the shocking part was the blonde. She had stood on top of the table she had been sitting at, and was currently unfastening her bra as her hips thrust erotically forward. As the satin bra fell to the ground, she cupped her breasts, tweaking the nipples and moaning audibly to the room.

The more prudish were gravitating together, looking for someone to complain to. Most of the men in the room were staring at her with their hands in their pants. Some were catcalling as she started on her pants, others were just silently staring. Several girlfriends stalked off in anger at the display.

"Crazy." Martin muttered as he tried to maintain enough dignity not to masterbate in front of dozens of people. As that thought passed through his head, the blonde stopped, seeming to wake up. It took a few moments for her to fully realize her situation, before she took off at a run, tits bouncing. There was applause.

Stuck left wondering what had just happened, Martin trekked towards his next class, wondering what had happened back there. All the while, new words wrote themselves in his notebooks...

[Col. Crackpot]

did you say gravity defying tits! hey i like it!

[XaLEv]

This stuff sounds cool. Keep it up.

[Eleas]

Very reminiscent of certain power trip stories (the Mind Control Story archive springs to mind), but unlike those this one was well written.

[Col. Crackpot]

Very reminiscent of certain power trip stories (the Mind Control Story archive springs to mind), but unlike those this one was well written.

yea, there is a whole lot of twisted stuff like that on asstr.org

[God Emperor]

This is good, I would like to read more.

[LT.Hit-Man]

That would most certanly wake someone up in the moring.
I like it keep up the good work.
LT.Hit-Man

[SirNitram]

Duality: Chapter 2

Three men walked worriedly through the hallway. Underneath the Sahara, the dim light was a wonderful relief from the always-burning sun. Even in the comparatively cool enviroment, air conditioners whirring away to keep those inside from dying of heat exhaustion, all three were perspiring. They had returned from Japan empty handed, and their employer wasn't known for his patience for failures.

One of them spoke, "This is insane, coming back.. He's gonna kill us. You know what happened to Edwards. We only ever found his foot."

The one next to him shivered, but manage to reply without too much of a quaver in his voice. "Better than the boss finding out we were hiding. Trust me, I've.. heard stories of the guys who tried hiding." They all had, really.

The third man was the newest to the group, and the mission to Japan had been his first job. He shook his head. "I think it's all a load of steaming bullshit. This guy's not even that tough looking. I say we just jump him, kill him, take all the cash we can find. He's got to have loads of it, to be trying something like this."

Despite their sweating, the air seemed to drop even colder. They looked between each other, then forward into the gloom. "You know... Maybe he's got a point.. He's just one man.."

A fourth voice spoke from behind them. "Yet do you need a reminder of what one man can do?" A sudden roar of flames and heat invaded the oasis of darkness and cool, the screams of the newest of the trio echoing throughout the hallway. As the flames engulfing him flickered and flared, a young man stepped forward. "Such a pity he found his faith lacking. I trust neither of you need reminders?"

As both men feverently shook their heads, he smiled. "Good. Come with me." Leading them deeper into the hidden base, he stepped into a room that seemed most out of place. The majority of the halls and rooms were cold steel, but this one was built and furnished from oak. Fletcher, the one who had hired them, walked from behind them to a table, easing himself into a seat. "Please, stand in front of the podium." As they moved hesitantly there, he absently drew designs on the wood.

"Sir, I'm really sorry, but we looked for the sword everywhere.. No sword without a stamp has been seen in any private hands in a hundreds years, at least.." Whimpered one, trying to keep his cool.

"Yes, yes. You don't have my prize, so you will make excuses. Really, am I that cruel?" Neither man answered for fear of the answer being wrong. A sigh escaped Fletcher's lips. "Very well. Just stay still, I have one last job for you both before I allow you to go."

"...We can go?" Said the other, trying to hide the hope in his eyes.

"Yes, of course you can. I just want you to stand very still for a moment while I test something." Watching both men stand straight and tall, Fletcher smiled. "Yes.. You are fine men, it will be sad to see you go."

Both failed men became gradually aware that something behind them was glowing, a faint blue colour. Slowly, they began to turn....

Behind them both was a huge oval of blue white light. There was a soft sound, like a pop, before the light became very dim, and something roared out of the two dimensional shape into the world. The men barely had time to scream, as their bodies were smashed into paste. The tank came to a halt as it's treads stopped moving, soft 'tink' sounds emerging from it's metal body.

"Maior Creare." Whispered Fletcher. The spell had worked, and the first of his war machines was made. "Now I need only find the Destroyer and make sure he doesn't learn... A force of pure destruction would be horrible for humanity."