***the following story is not real. Just a silly fictional story I wrote when bored***
Philadelphia. 12:13 a.m. Saturday night.
If he was going to make the train he had to hurry. The last train left at a few minutes past twelve. Or maybe it was twelve thirty...but either way, he had to hurry. He didn't feel like paying for a cab when he had a perfectly valid train pass in his pocket. Plus, he was in no hurry. His girlfriend was working a double that night and she wouldn't be home for another hour or so.
"Don't rush the future," he thought to himself. "It will get here when it gets here." He was constantly reminding himself to stop thinking too far ahead. It was okay to plan to be successful, but don't worry about it. It will get here when it gets here. He knew he would never have back today, this very moment, so he might as well enjoy it while he can. His repetitious inner mantra was usually repeated several times a day: "Don't regret the past, the future will be here when it gets here. It'll work out. It always does." Creating anxiety about it now, at this moment, would solve nothing. It would only make him fear the moment more whenever it arose. Fear was a learned trait taught to him by his parents, but he worked hard at forgetting about it. He was getting good at it.
He bounded down the steps to the Broad Street Line, skipping two at a time. He rounded the corner and immediately surveyed the amount of people standing around waiting for the train. The number of people waiting for the train was always a good indicator of how long ago you have to wait. If the station was packed, it meant a train would be arriving shortly. Unfortunately, this place was empty.
Fuck. He knew there was a good chance he missed it, but he decided to hang out for a few more minutes to see if anyone else showed up. He found a seat on the long, steel bench and listened, hoping to see another patron arrive.
"Positive energy", he thought to himself. He always thought that to himself. Victor was constantly reminding himself that if he were put under a microscope, he would be nothing more than millions of atoms, constantly changing and moving. We are energy. He knew that his thoughts gave off powerful waves of energy, into the universe. And it was him, and only him, that could control the outcome of his destiny. For thirty four years he lived by a different code, always letting his worries and sorrows control his thoughts and life. Not any more. Now he knew that if he produced positive thoughts, his universe would have no choice but to give him what he was manifesting. The Laws of Attraction. The Universe is Energy TOO.
Vic heard some faint noises in the distance and he could feel his field of energy grow. His attitude controlled his thoughts. His thought controlled his emotion. The dozens of books he's read on the various topics of the Laws of Attraction were beginning to pay off. He was truly starting to live it. Now he was practicing and living those teachings as he was sitting, meditating, enjoying the cool breeze as he ran through the list of things he was grateful for.
Vic leaned forward as he thought he heard a fant scuffling in the distance. As he stood to see if he could hear anyone approaching, the noise grew louder. With the realization that someone else arrived, he felt his shoulders draw back and his chest raise slightly. His energy grew. His smile widened further. He loved life.
The faint murmur turned into a scream and Vic felt his blood rush to his extremities. This wasn't the sound of the usual scream you hear from school kids playing games and frolicking around. This was a grown woman scream. A grown woman that was scared shitless.
There were two platforms twenty feet apart that were each a hundred yards long, so it was hard to tell where the voice was coming from. That girl could be anywhere. He heard it again. It still sounded serious.
Vic cut through the thin hallway to the 'Express' Track and turned to see a young guy with his right hand wrapped around the throat of a teenage girl. His other hand was digging into his fly as he was attempting to pull out his dick, all the while trying to keep her panties down around her knees with one of his bent knees. This multi-tasking mother fucker was trying to rape this girl. Oh Hell No. Not Today.
The persistent Perv looked like he might have been eighteen or nineteen, but he couldn't have weighed more than a hundred and fifty pounds. The young girl was a few years his minor and probably didn't even weigh a buck oh five soaking wet. He easily overmatched her.
The little punk didn't hear Vic the first time he yelled but that was because he was still probably seventy yards away, but now he was sprinting fast towards the duo, and gaining ground fast.
"YO!" Vic yelled again, as he immediately got the boys attention. The startled young man turned towards Vic and as he eased up his grip on the girl, she turned and fled, crying and screaming for help as she ran away.
"What the fuck you doing?" said Vic, as he began to slow his sprint to a jog, immediately begininng to size up this little bastard. Vic grinned slightly because he knew he had him by at least twenty pounds and sixteen years. If shit escalated, like he knew it was about to, Vegas would have him listed as at least a five 5-to-1 favorite.
"What the fuck you going to do?" yelled the boy as he approached Vic with a menacing growl on his face that was partially caused by his moderate case of Blue Balls.
"You just tried to rape that girl and now you think I'm going to let you walk out of here?" Vic said as he began to take a fighting stance, while still slowly moving forward.
The boys hands remained at his side as he tried to conceal the small, shiny object he held in his palm. The rapist brought the blade along just in case he would have to use it on the girl, which it turned out he didn't, but he ended up finding a use for it anyways.
"I'm about to shank this mother fucker and run", the boy thought to himself. As Vic swifly closed the gap between the two, the boy immediately lunged forward and took a swipe with his right.
Vic was waiting for the first punch. The boy's face showed pure fury and Vic knew he was going to take the first jab. As the blade flashed across the bridge of Vic's nose, he already began the weight transfer to throw his knockout punch. Vic never even saw the blade until the very the last moment, and it only made him throw the punch harder.
Vic dropped his shoulder down, transferred all of his weight to his rear leg and exploded with the hardest right hook he'd ever thrown. The vicious blow landed squarely on the boys chin and he spun around towards the tracks and hit the ground hard, face first. Vic waited for him to rise and then he began to advance forward. He approached as the boy was regaining his balance he turned to face Vic and just as the two made eye contact, Vic delievered a right foot square in the chest of the attempted rapist. He never flinched as the boy flew backwards, falling down onto the tracks. Vic was immediately pissed that he forgot to yell out "I AM SPARTA" as he landed the fatal blow. He knew that the next time he stopped a rape in progress and put his foot through the back of someone's rib cage sending them plummeting backwards he was going to say that shit loud. The fight was over. Vic - 1. Attempted rapist - 0.
Vic never heard the train. His adrenaline was flowing so fast that he never heard it coming. Only seconds after rejoicing in his victory, the orange train come barreling around the corner at nearly top speed, after just beginning its descent. Vic knew immediately that the boy was dead. He was hoping for the boy to have a long, prosperous (quadrupulegic) life but that hope was quickly removed when he looked down and saw the lower half of the boys torso strewn across the track. The upper half of him nowhere to be found. Fuck, he thought to himself. I just killed somebody.
+++++++++++++++++++++
9:23 a.m. Sunday morning.
It was already on CNN. Vic knew it'd be big, but he didn't think it'd be this big. CNN Headline news was running the story every thirty minutes, promising to get footage of the subway massacre, BUT using the term 'massacre' in a good, heroic sort-of-way, for the first time ever. The cops had him down to the station for a few hours after the event, but after he gave his statement a few times, they let him go home. It was an Open and Shut Self-Defense Death. The cops gave Vic some praise for thwarting the rape attempt and sent him on his way.
Vic only got a few hours sleep and after a cup of coffee and the morning paper, his phone started going off. Everyone knew. It was all over facebook and now the video footage was being shown on all the major networks.
Although Vic's name hadn't yet been released, he knew it wouldn't take long. It just came sooner than he anticipated. The first member of the media to contact him was a local Fox reporter. She sent him an email after she got a 'Tip' from a 'friend of a friend'. Vic acknowledged that was indeed him in the video and less than thirty minutes later, there was a knock at his door. A quick wardrobe change and a little bit of makeup later, and the camera was in Vic's face. As he watched the reporter begin his countdown, Vic knew his fifteen minutes had officially begun.
After a brief rundown by the excited reporter, which included a drawn out introduction, the real questions began.
Reporter: Tell us what happened last night.
Vic: Last night when I was waiting on the train, I heard a yell. I ran to see what was going on and I saw this boy trying to rape this little girl. I ran up on him, dodged the blade, and gave him the right hook followed by a Sparta foot to the chest. I didn't yell 'Sparta' though, like on 300. But I should have.
Reporter (after suppressing a snorted chuckle): What was running through your mind when you heard the scream?
Vic: You mean, like what was I thinking about? What state of mind was in? Oh, I was happy. I was actually sitting back, just enjoying the great day I had. To be completely honest with you, I was meditating and just thinking positive thoughts about myself and my life. But when I heard the scream, I instantly switched into soldier mode. I just knew somebody was in trouble. I knew I had to go help.
Reporter: So you were meditating when you heard the scream? (In a sarcastic tone) Okayyyyy.....then what?
Vic: Why'd you say it like that?
Reporter: Say what?
Vic: Why'd you say it mockingly?
Reporter (making the 'kill it' motion with the slicing fingers moving back and forth across the throat): Cut it. Okay, I wasn't mocking you. Let's just do that question over.
Cameraman: Uh, Melanie, we're Live right now.
Reporter: Oh, uh, and we had some technical difficulties and my apologies, but we're back. So tell me Vic (small composure cough), lead us up to the moment when you kicked him in the chest.
Vic: You know how people say, 'It's hard to tell because it happened so fast'? Yeah, well it's sorta like that for me, except the exact opposite. When I realized what was happening i felt everything slow down, so actually, and not trying to sound like I'm arrogant or anything, but knocking him out was pretty easy. He took a lunging, sorta looping swing (as he mimcked the actions) with his right hand, that apparently held the blade in his hand, and as I leaned back to avoid the blow, i saw the knife. That just gave me the extra little Umph I needed to give him the KO blow.
Reporter: You seem to have quite an affection for your boxing mannerisms. Did they teach you how to box in the army?
Vic (leaning back in his chair): Ohhh.....very good. I see you've been doing your homework. Yes, they taught us hand-to-hand combat in the Army, but I have just always sort of been good with fighting. Some of us are born with the ability to throw hands. I don't want to brag but.....only one guy spanked my ass and that was the doctor on the day I was born. And I'm still looking for that sonofabitch. HaHaaaHa....that was an Old Eddie Murphy joke.
Reporter (In an exaggerated tone): Oh hahaHAAHA, that was funny. I remember that. Eddie Murphy DID use to be funny. Uh, please remember that we are LIVE so watch the language please. So what happened after you kicked him?
Vic: He fell backwards and hit the tracks. He was out cold when the train hit him, if that's any consolation to his family. The train then came barrelling around the corner and just cut him in half. And that was it.
Reporter: Did you see the corpse?
Vic: Yeah, I saw it. I walked up to the tracks as soon as the train stopped. I sorta wanted to see if his spirit was going to leave his body or if there would be some sort of glimpse of what happens to us when we die....to no avail.
Reporter: Well, I don't think where he's going comes with any type of angelic escort, if you know what I mean.
Vic: Oh, so you think he's going to Hell? That's interesting. What if that young man had lived his life in accordance with (air quotations) 'your bible's' teachings? What if that attempted rape was his only sin? Then what? Will it be St Peter making the call on this one or does it go to a tribal council?
Reporter: Oh, my apologies if I offended you. How did we even get on the topic of Religion? So tell me how have you been holding up since the incident last night?
Vic: I'm great, thanks for asking. But you never answered my questions.
Reporter (shifting uncomfortably in her chair): Well I'm not here to discuss our religious views Victor, I'm here to talk to you about what happened last night.
Vic: I understand that, but what happened last night was that a man was killed only a few feet before me. What happens to his spirit is part of that, wouldn't you agree? Come on, it's only fair. I've been answering your questions so now it's your turn to answer mine.
Reporter (clearly flustered): Okay Victor, Yes, I do believe in God and Heaven and Hell. And based on some of your comments I'm assuming that you don't believe in the afterlife?
Vic: Believe in God? Me? Nahhh.....I don't believe in God. I believe in Me. I believe that Life is What We Make It. I believe that we, and only we, are the creators of our own destiny. I believe that we become what we think about most of the time. If we harp on past failures and dread the future than nothing good in our life is going to happen. If we believe that we will be great and do great things, than THAT is what we do. This Universe is made up of energy and, we too, Miss, are made up of energy. If we emit constant positive energy and constant positive emotion, than positive things happen. Many of the great scientists and philosophers agree with this concept, but it's the masses that are afraid to believe. If they do, what will ever come of their upbringing? People don't want to think that what their parents taught to them was wrong. As a society, we fear change. So we continue to believe in this fictious man in the sky that was actually created thousands of years ago by an intelligent group of people that wanted to instill some sort of law into a lawless world.
Can you digest that, Melanie? Please allow me to continue, that was rhetorical.
How many of millions of people only do the 'right thing' because they're afraid of sinning and going to hell and perishing for eternity with Lucipher himself? How many millions of people? Alot. So back then, God was created to control the masses. To stop the lawlessness and disorder. It started with a story, which led to a book, which spawned a religion. Now, the government discourages the 'nonsensical' talk about everyone being their own God because they don't want Christianity to go away. They too, want to believe. Just like you, they fear change. Until you learn how to embrace change, you will fear it. Everyone fears change.
Reporter (sarcastically): Okay, well, I thank you for sharing those thoughts with us Victor, I'm sure everyone's a bit more enlightened now from hearing that. Now back to last night.
Vic: You're mocking me. I'm done talking about last night. Thanks for coming by. I'm sure you and your crew can see yourself out. Thank you for this oportunity. I appreciate you.
With that, Vic got up and turned and walked away, closing the door behind him.
He went to his bedroom, smoked a joint, and went back to sleep.
8 Hours Later.
He awoke to a phone screen that read 43 missed calls. 43 missed fucking calls? Vic wasn't aware that he even knew 43 people. He went straight to the YouTube video and his mishap last night was up to almost twenty million views. He found another link that contained the 7 minute interview from this morning. thirty five million. Holy Shit. Vic tried to not think about what had happened last night, but he found it difficult. He knew that something big was getting ready to happen, he just didn't know what it was. There was no way he could have known.
Three Days Later.
YouTube contacted him to notify him that his 'Sparta Moment' video (which Vic referred to it as), was the fastest growing video in history. It had already eclipsed one hundred and ninety eight million views and it was only second to the Interview video, or 'Dropping Knowledge Video', as Vic liked to say. And after a few drinks, he'd say it just a little bit more ghetto. 'Dropping Knowledge' had two hundred and forty seven million views, and counting. It was on pace to become the most watched video ever, and that feat was less than a few days away.
Forty eight hours ago, Vic got an agent (a out of work buddy that majored in marketing) The phone calls and appearance requests were already overwhelming the two of them. He was scheduled to do the Jimmy Fallon show tomorrow night and a taping for Tosh.O the night after that. Barbara Walters was rumored to have interest.
People were beginning to change the way they were thinking, and the world began to believe. People were tired and they wanted change. They wanted to know more.
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________ to be continued __________________________
If he was going to make the train he had to hurry. The last train left at a few minutes past twelve. Or maybe it was twelve thirty...but either way, he had to hurry. He didn't feel like paying for a cab when he had a perfectly valid train pass in his pocket. Plus, he was in no hurry. His girlfriend was working a double that night and she wouldn't be home for another hour or so.
"Don't rush the future," he thought to himself. "It will get here when it gets here." He was constantly reminding himself to stop thinking too far ahead. It was okay to plan to be successful, but don't worry about it. It will get here when it gets here. He knew he would never have back today, this very moment, so he might as well enjoy it while he can. His repetitious inner mantra was usually repeated several times a day: "Don't regret the past, the future will be here when it gets here. It'll work out. It always does." Creating anxiety about it now, at this moment, would solve nothing. It would only make him fear the moment more whenever it arose. Fear was a learned trait taught to him by his parents, but he worked hard at forgetting about it. He was getting good at it.
He bounded down the steps to the Broad Street Line, skipping two at a time. He rounded the corner and immediately surveyed the amount of people standing around waiting for the train. The number of people waiting for the train was always a good indicator of how long ago you have to wait. If the station was packed, it meant a train would be arriving shortly. Unfortunately, this place was empty.
Fuck. He knew there was a good chance he missed it, but he decided to hang out for a few more minutes to see if anyone else showed up. He found a seat on the long, steel bench and listened, hoping to see another patron arrive.
"Positive energy", he thought to himself. He always thought that to himself. Victor was constantly reminding himself that if he were put under a microscope, he would be nothing more than millions of atoms, constantly changing and moving. We are energy. He knew that his thoughts gave off powerful waves of energy, into the universe. And it was him, and only him, that could control the outcome of his destiny. For thirty four years he lived by a different code, always letting his worries and sorrows control his thoughts and life. Not any more. Now he knew that if he produced positive thoughts, his universe would have no choice but to give him what he was manifesting. The Laws of Attraction. The Universe is Energy TOO.
Vic heard some faint noises in the distance and he could feel his field of energy grow. His attitude controlled his thoughts. His thought controlled his emotion. The dozens of books he's read on the various topics of the Laws of Attraction were beginning to pay off. He was truly starting to live it. Now he was practicing and living those teachings as he was sitting, meditating, enjoying the cool breeze as he ran through the list of things he was grateful for.
Vic leaned forward as he thought he heard a fant scuffling in the distance. As he stood to see if he could hear anyone approaching, the noise grew louder. With the realization that someone else arrived, he felt his shoulders draw back and his chest raise slightly. His energy grew. His smile widened further. He loved life.
The faint murmur turned into a scream and Vic felt his blood rush to his extremities. This wasn't the sound of the usual scream you hear from school kids playing games and frolicking around. This was a grown woman scream. A grown woman that was scared shitless.
There were two platforms twenty feet apart that were each a hundred yards long, so it was hard to tell where the voice was coming from. That girl could be anywhere. He heard it again. It still sounded serious.
Vic cut through the thin hallway to the 'Express' Track and turned to see a young guy with his right hand wrapped around the throat of a teenage girl. His other hand was digging into his fly as he was attempting to pull out his dick, all the while trying to keep her panties down around her knees with one of his bent knees. This multi-tasking mother fucker was trying to rape this girl. Oh Hell No. Not Today.
The persistent Perv looked like he might have been eighteen or nineteen, but he couldn't have weighed more than a hundred and fifty pounds. The young girl was a few years his minor and probably didn't even weigh a buck oh five soaking wet. He easily overmatched her.
The little punk didn't hear Vic the first time he yelled but that was because he was still probably seventy yards away, but now he was sprinting fast towards the duo, and gaining ground fast.
"YO!" Vic yelled again, as he immediately got the boys attention. The startled young man turned towards Vic and as he eased up his grip on the girl, she turned and fled, crying and screaming for help as she ran away.
"What the fuck you doing?" said Vic, as he began to slow his sprint to a jog, immediately begininng to size up this little bastard. Vic grinned slightly because he knew he had him by at least twenty pounds and sixteen years. If shit escalated, like he knew it was about to, Vegas would have him listed as at least a five 5-to-1 favorite.
"What the fuck you going to do?" yelled the boy as he approached Vic with a menacing growl on his face that was partially caused by his moderate case of Blue Balls.
"You just tried to rape that girl and now you think I'm going to let you walk out of here?" Vic said as he began to take a fighting stance, while still slowly moving forward.
The boys hands remained at his side as he tried to conceal the small, shiny object he held in his palm. The rapist brought the blade along just in case he would have to use it on the girl, which it turned out he didn't, but he ended up finding a use for it anyways.
"I'm about to shank this mother fucker and run", the boy thought to himself. As Vic swifly closed the gap between the two, the boy immediately lunged forward and took a swipe with his right.
Vic was waiting for the first punch. The boy's face showed pure fury and Vic knew he was going to take the first jab. As the blade flashed across the bridge of Vic's nose, he already began the weight transfer to throw his knockout punch. Vic never even saw the blade until the very the last moment, and it only made him throw the punch harder.
Vic dropped his shoulder down, transferred all of his weight to his rear leg and exploded with the hardest right hook he'd ever thrown. The vicious blow landed squarely on the boys chin and he spun around towards the tracks and hit the ground hard, face first. Vic waited for him to rise and then he began to advance forward. He approached as the boy was regaining his balance he turned to face Vic and just as the two made eye contact, Vic delievered a right foot square in the chest of the attempted rapist. He never flinched as the boy flew backwards, falling down onto the tracks. Vic was immediately pissed that he forgot to yell out "I AM SPARTA" as he landed the fatal blow. He knew that the next time he stopped a rape in progress and put his foot through the back of someone's rib cage sending them plummeting backwards he was going to say that shit loud. The fight was over. Vic - 1. Attempted rapist - 0.
Vic never heard the train. His adrenaline was flowing so fast that he never heard it coming. Only seconds after rejoicing in his victory, the orange train come barreling around the corner at nearly top speed, after just beginning its descent. Vic knew immediately that the boy was dead. He was hoping for the boy to have a long, prosperous (quadrupulegic) life but that hope was quickly removed when he looked down and saw the lower half of the boys torso strewn across the track. The upper half of him nowhere to be found. Fuck, he thought to himself. I just killed somebody.
+++++++++++++++++++++
9:23 a.m. Sunday morning.
It was already on CNN. Vic knew it'd be big, but he didn't think it'd be this big. CNN Headline news was running the story every thirty minutes, promising to get footage of the subway massacre, BUT using the term 'massacre' in a good, heroic sort-of-way, for the first time ever. The cops had him down to the station for a few hours after the event, but after he gave his statement a few times, they let him go home. It was an Open and Shut Self-Defense Death. The cops gave Vic some praise for thwarting the rape attempt and sent him on his way.
Vic only got a few hours sleep and after a cup of coffee and the morning paper, his phone started going off. Everyone knew. It was all over facebook and now the video footage was being shown on all the major networks.
Although Vic's name hadn't yet been released, he knew it wouldn't take long. It just came sooner than he anticipated. The first member of the media to contact him was a local Fox reporter. She sent him an email after she got a 'Tip' from a 'friend of a friend'. Vic acknowledged that was indeed him in the video and less than thirty minutes later, there was a knock at his door. A quick wardrobe change and a little bit of makeup later, and the camera was in Vic's face. As he watched the reporter begin his countdown, Vic knew his fifteen minutes had officially begun.
After a brief rundown by the excited reporter, which included a drawn out introduction, the real questions began.
Reporter: Tell us what happened last night.
Vic: Last night when I was waiting on the train, I heard a yell. I ran to see what was going on and I saw this boy trying to rape this little girl. I ran up on him, dodged the blade, and gave him the right hook followed by a Sparta foot to the chest. I didn't yell 'Sparta' though, like on 300. But I should have.
Reporter (after suppressing a snorted chuckle): What was running through your mind when you heard the scream?
Vic: You mean, like what was I thinking about? What state of mind was in? Oh, I was happy. I was actually sitting back, just enjoying the great day I had. To be completely honest with you, I was meditating and just thinking positive thoughts about myself and my life. But when I heard the scream, I instantly switched into soldier mode. I just knew somebody was in trouble. I knew I had to go help.
Reporter: So you were meditating when you heard the scream? (In a sarcastic tone) Okayyyyy.....then what?
Vic: Why'd you say it like that?
Reporter: Say what?
Vic: Why'd you say it mockingly?
Reporter (making the 'kill it' motion with the slicing fingers moving back and forth across the throat): Cut it. Okay, I wasn't mocking you. Let's just do that question over.
Cameraman: Uh, Melanie, we're Live right now.
Reporter: Oh, uh, and we had some technical difficulties and my apologies, but we're back. So tell me Vic (small composure cough), lead us up to the moment when you kicked him in the chest.
Vic: You know how people say, 'It's hard to tell because it happened so fast'? Yeah, well it's sorta like that for me, except the exact opposite. When I realized what was happening i felt everything slow down, so actually, and not trying to sound like I'm arrogant or anything, but knocking him out was pretty easy. He took a lunging, sorta looping swing (as he mimcked the actions) with his right hand, that apparently held the blade in his hand, and as I leaned back to avoid the blow, i saw the knife. That just gave me the extra little Umph I needed to give him the KO blow.
Reporter: You seem to have quite an affection for your boxing mannerisms. Did they teach you how to box in the army?
Vic (leaning back in his chair): Ohhh.....very good. I see you've been doing your homework. Yes, they taught us hand-to-hand combat in the Army, but I have just always sort of been good with fighting. Some of us are born with the ability to throw hands. I don't want to brag but.....only one guy spanked my ass and that was the doctor on the day I was born. And I'm still looking for that sonofabitch. HaHaaaHa....that was an Old Eddie Murphy joke.
Reporter (In an exaggerated tone): Oh hahaHAAHA, that was funny. I remember that. Eddie Murphy DID use to be funny. Uh, please remember that we are LIVE so watch the language please. So what happened after you kicked him?
Vic: He fell backwards and hit the tracks. He was out cold when the train hit him, if that's any consolation to his family. The train then came barrelling around the corner and just cut him in half. And that was it.
Reporter: Did you see the corpse?
Vic: Yeah, I saw it. I walked up to the tracks as soon as the train stopped. I sorta wanted to see if his spirit was going to leave his body or if there would be some sort of glimpse of what happens to us when we die....to no avail.
Reporter: Well, I don't think where he's going comes with any type of angelic escort, if you know what I mean.
Vic: Oh, so you think he's going to Hell? That's interesting. What if that young man had lived his life in accordance with (air quotations) 'your bible's' teachings? What if that attempted rape was his only sin? Then what? Will it be St Peter making the call on this one or does it go to a tribal council?
Reporter: Oh, my apologies if I offended you. How did we even get on the topic of Religion? So tell me how have you been holding up since the incident last night?
Vic: I'm great, thanks for asking. But you never answered my questions.
Reporter (shifting uncomfortably in her chair): Well I'm not here to discuss our religious views Victor, I'm here to talk to you about what happened last night.
Vic: I understand that, but what happened last night was that a man was killed only a few feet before me. What happens to his spirit is part of that, wouldn't you agree? Come on, it's only fair. I've been answering your questions so now it's your turn to answer mine.
Reporter (clearly flustered): Okay Victor, Yes, I do believe in God and Heaven and Hell. And based on some of your comments I'm assuming that you don't believe in the afterlife?
Vic: Believe in God? Me? Nahhh.....I don't believe in God. I believe in Me. I believe that Life is What We Make It. I believe that we, and only we, are the creators of our own destiny. I believe that we become what we think about most of the time. If we harp on past failures and dread the future than nothing good in our life is going to happen. If we believe that we will be great and do great things, than THAT is what we do. This Universe is made up of energy and, we too, Miss, are made up of energy. If we emit constant positive energy and constant positive emotion, than positive things happen. Many of the great scientists and philosophers agree with this concept, but it's the masses that are afraid to believe. If they do, what will ever come of their upbringing? People don't want to think that what their parents taught to them was wrong. As a society, we fear change. So we continue to believe in this fictious man in the sky that was actually created thousands of years ago by an intelligent group of people that wanted to instill some sort of law into a lawless world.
Can you digest that, Melanie? Please allow me to continue, that was rhetorical.
How many of millions of people only do the 'right thing' because they're afraid of sinning and going to hell and perishing for eternity with Lucipher himself? How many millions of people? Alot. So back then, God was created to control the masses. To stop the lawlessness and disorder. It started with a story, which led to a book, which spawned a religion. Now, the government discourages the 'nonsensical' talk about everyone being their own God because they don't want Christianity to go away. They too, want to believe. Just like you, they fear change. Until you learn how to embrace change, you will fear it. Everyone fears change.
Reporter (sarcastically): Okay, well, I thank you for sharing those thoughts with us Victor, I'm sure everyone's a bit more enlightened now from hearing that. Now back to last night.
Vic: You're mocking me. I'm done talking about last night. Thanks for coming by. I'm sure you and your crew can see yourself out. Thank you for this oportunity. I appreciate you.
With that, Vic got up and turned and walked away, closing the door behind him.
He went to his bedroom, smoked a joint, and went back to sleep.
8 Hours Later.
He awoke to a phone screen that read 43 missed calls. 43 missed fucking calls? Vic wasn't aware that he even knew 43 people. He went straight to the YouTube video and his mishap last night was up to almost twenty million views. He found another link that contained the 7 minute interview from this morning. thirty five million. Holy Shit. Vic tried to not think about what had happened last night, but he found it difficult. He knew that something big was getting ready to happen, he just didn't know what it was. There was no way he could have known.
Three Days Later.
YouTube contacted him to notify him that his 'Sparta Moment' video (which Vic referred to it as), was the fastest growing video in history. It had already eclipsed one hundred and ninety eight million views and it was only second to the Interview video, or 'Dropping Knowledge Video', as Vic liked to say. And after a few drinks, he'd say it just a little bit more ghetto. 'Dropping Knowledge' had two hundred and forty seven million views, and counting. It was on pace to become the most watched video ever, and that feat was less than a few days away.
Forty eight hours ago, Vic got an agent (a out of work buddy that majored in marketing) The phone calls and appearance requests were already overwhelming the two of them. He was scheduled to do the Jimmy Fallon show tomorrow night and a taping for Tosh.O the night after that. Barbara Walters was rumored to have interest.
People were beginning to change the way they were thinking, and the world began to believe. People were tired and they wanted change. They wanted to know more.
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________ to be continued __________________________
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