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Because I don't write by Kyle Kurtz anymore. Kyle Kurtz sucks. From now on, all my work will be here. because I feel it's unfair to continuously start new threads, when half of them aren't even with an ending.

I'll mostly only post works I've completed or am very close to finishing, and it will be much more efficient in the off chance anyone feels like reading.

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My first piece will be a story called Kids with Guns. It's a sister story to Stroke, which I believe I posted here in rough form long ago.

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Prologue: Terror and Hubris



The man walked slowly in front of the children all nervously standing as tall as each could, every calculated step giving him time to stare at each. Alois Kurtz; or simply ‘Sir’ as they knew him stopped, waving a hand and asking in sharp tones,

“I hope you’ll notice there are only ten of you. There were two more yesterday. One tried to escape. The other hung himself with his sheets. They’re both in the garden now. And all of your linen, stripped from your beds.” He smiled, eyes conveying no warmth as he went on, “So tell me. Did Klaus tell anyone of his plans?”

A heavy moment of silence settled over the room, man nodding and casually drawing a cigarette from his uniform. He couldn’t help but grin at the feeling of unease grow over the small concrete room, kids still struggling to maintain their composure while beginning to sweat. Flame dancing to life from his lighter licking the tip of his cigarette he took a deep breath, exhaling with, “Alise, why don’t you come over here.”

The young girl flinched, expression cracking as she willed herself to walk towards their teacher. He took in another lung full of ash, blowing it out her way and asking gently, “Did he say anything? Even in jest.” She shook her head, wide eyes quaking when he sighed, waving a hand. She slowly held her own out, eyes closing as he took his vice from his lips and warned, “Now Alise, you know you have to watch.”

At the edge of the line the youngest of the children jerked, shattering the silence as she shouted, “None of us knew Sir!” Alois froze, dark brown eyes flickering over to the brazen child. Head cocked he stalked over, boots clicking against the stone chilling their bare feet.

Expression darkening he bent down, hand extended finding hers. Venom dripping in his voice he asked, “If you had something to say, why didn’t you before? You know better than that. Do you think you can save her?” Leona gave no answer, blue eyes following the cherry of his cigarette as it descended her way. She twitched when it touched her skin, heat searing at her flesh causing her to draw back as the old German’s grip tightened. He scowled, demanding, “If you stop struggling and face this, I’ll stop. You know the drill.”

She took a shaking breath, willing her arm to be still while meeting his gaze in cold defiance. A smile broke out on the scarred man’s face, smoking butt tossed aside as he let her go and lauded, “See? You took control. I’m proud. But trying to help Alise? She’ll be in solitary for one week thanks to you, with only one meal a day.”

The man paused before the door, waving for the guards who followed leading Alise out. The group broke formation, all only casting sidelong glances as Leona fell to the floor, tears streaming from her eyes as she clutched her scarred left arm.

“Leona?” She looked up from her hands, still frozen just an inch away from the keyboard of her laptop. She felt the tears streaming down her cheeks now beginning to burn under the gaze of all her classmates turning in the uncomfortable silence.

The professor smiled tentatively, quickly offering, “Maybe you should go home for the day. This subject can be… difficult for some. I’ll email you the slides.” She nodded, efficiently packing her things and slinging her bag around one shoulder. She shoved her left hand in her pocket, exiting the class without another look back.
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Old 10-15-2012, 11:58 AM   #3
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Different story. I'd post more of the other but I think only one person even read it.

This is Start Again, an ode to my not writing for some time. It's gonna be weird.

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Chapter One: The Final Frontier





Val Hoa laid back in his cot, hands resting behind a mess of blonde hair as he stared out the foot of glass metal separating him from the universe. He remained still for some time, taking in just how far he could see. It was better than the view any planet could offer no matter how light the atmosphere.



At the sound of an alarm, his alarm, he was on his feet and out the door in seconds. He swiftly made for the recovery bay, pleased to find he’d beaten the casualty there. Gloves snapping at his fingertips he pulled his coat on while asking his assistant, “What’s on the menu?”



Staci Blythe blinked at him from behind her glasses, glancing down at the report coming in and letting him know, “Miner snuck off to an abandoned shaft, thought he could sneak a cigarette while on the job. Apparently forgot to check the fume levels. Zippo blew up in his face.”



Val sighed angrily, hands thrown up in the air as he ordered, “I’m going to need a chest tube at the ready. While I focus on the idiot’s breathing see if you can put him under and begin dressing his face. Also set the scanner to coordinate the placement of the tube, stat. Got it?”



Supplies already in hand she nodded, looking to the door as the miners carried their wounded friend in. In the ensuing clamor Val silenced them all with, “Shut up. One of you stay in case we need to hold him down, everyone else, out!”



The patient flailed on the table as Val waved an arm over the patient’s chest, sensors highlighting the best point of entry as he quickly forced the tube in between the man’s ribs. The miner struggled briefly, falling still once Staci increased his dosage of painkiller.



Val’s expression darkened as the man’s pulse continued to increase despite the high flow oxygen being fed directly to his lungs. When the extra help on hand demanded what was wrong he barked, “The dumbass inhaled. His throat and lungs are burned.”



Dressings applied to the still casualty’s face Staci wondered, “Then… what do we do?”



Crystal blue eyes sharpening Val looked to the two and ordered, “Both of you, out.”



The remaining miner extended a hand, voice trembling as he wondered, “ Will you… Make sure he doesn’t suffer? I mean, he’s already…”



Finger extended to the door Val only offered the two a solid glare, expression set in stone. Alone in the room he drew a blue stone from his pocket, sad smile finally slipping across his face at the sight of the gem shining. He said in a whisper, “I’m glad you don’t mind.”



He returned the item to his jacket, and placed both hands on the victim’s chest.



Several minutes later he emerged, face pale as he let his assistant and the miner know, “He’s alive. Far from fine, but if he makes it to treatment they can stabilize him. The reconstruction is going to suck but I bet he’ll have learned a valuable lesson by the time he needs to start shaving again.”



Eyes cast into the room the miner looked at the vital signs now reading stable. The man looked at Val and wondered, aghast, “How…”



Hand patting the man’s shoulder as he passed by on quivering legs Val let the man know, “Don’t question good fortune. Your friend is gonna make it, maybe even be back drilling in under a year. Staci, I’m gonna leave the transfer to you.”



Alone in his quarters Val Hoa collapsed back into his cot, not even removing his jacket as he again looked out at the stars. He couldn’t help but look again at the stone, now a simple quartz gleam in his hand before falling asleep.
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Chapter Two: The War of Fale
-Five Years Prior-

Rucksack resting on his helmet Private First Class Royce Roman sighed, leaning against his equipment and throwing his hands back behind a head of short cropped blonde hair. Squad following suit he looked out at the orange sun kissing the horizon of Fale, casting a golden glow across the violet sky.

He let his rifle fall to the side, glancing to the panel materializing inches from his face and leisurely flicking to the left. One by one he assessed his four teammates, casually ordering, “Black, drink some more water.” He kept going, growling out at the last display, “Fortier. I know you sprained your ankle, stop trying to hide it.”

Drawing a wrap from his kit he leisurely got on his feet, light wind biting at his back where his rucksack had been. He kneeled beside Ichabod Fortier, hastily dressing the injury and letting him know, “I want you to stay off it and elevate it while you’re sleeping. I’m also,” he paused, auto-injector drawn from his belt and pressed the young soldier’s leg with a hiss, “Giving you some diazepam for pain. Sweet dreams, I’ll pull your shift tonight.”

Haggard eyes watching their young medic at work Sergeant Jos Roca let his men know, “Rest up tonight. Tomorrow we’ll be at the Cleric’s Training Camp. It won’t be the worst mission we’ve done, but expect it to be anyway.”

Roman nodded, finishing up with Fortier and heading back to his equipment. Along the way their leader nodded, only offering a gruff, “Good work, Doc.” He smiled in response and fell back again against his things.

He remained that way for some time, reading again over his team’s health displays until the sun had slipped below the horizon. Then the turned his attention to the stars.
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Chapter Three: Eternity


Gaze cast out at the universe just outside his small ten by ten room Val remained relaxed, even at the sound of three soft taps on his door. He remained stationary and let his guest know, “Come in.”

Framed in the light emerging from the hall Staci remained still for a moment, taking in his bare quarters before finding her way to the lone chair beside his cot. She looked his way, surprised to see him remain disinterested at her presence. Fingers laced behind his head he sighed, ordering her, “Just ask already.”

She followed his eyes out into space, putting together the question, “How did you save Brown? I checked with a CT before he left and there was no burns in his airway. No sign of scarring. It was gone.”

Val only hummed, uncomfortable silence now filling the cramped space between the two. Finally he shifted in his cot, scratching the light stubble that had found its way to his chin and responding, “Do you like working here?”

Eyes wide she glanced his way, blurting out, “Of course!”

At the reply Val frowned and went on, “Because I could have you sent away. They need me. I don’t want to be cruel but don’t ask that again. There’s a reason I don’t talk about it.”

For a few minutes they remained in place, Val seemingly forgetting he even had any company. Blue eyes fluttering half shut he remained ever still, watching a scene that wouldn’t change in his lifetime. As she got ready to leave he spoke, surprising her, “Do you ever just look at the stars?”

Staci stopped, hazel eyes again looking out the glass metal window at the cosmos. She waited for the man to go on, “There’s so many. All born at different times with unique satellites. All destined to burn out or fade away. Each one is fascinating, but from far away they’re only a speck.”

He paused, opening his eyes and yawning before continuing, “They remind me of people. Staring out at the stars I think about how small any of us really are, when there’s so many that numbers can’t be used on their behalf.”

On the edge of her chair Staci wondered, “Why are you telling me this?”

Val finally looked her way and smiled, expression out of place on his tired face as he replied, “Because I like you. You’re the best damn assistant I’ve ever had. I can’t tell you how I saved that guy. Trust me, you’d rather not know how I came to be able to. So please, just let it go. As you can imagine it’s not as big a deal as you might think.”
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Thanks. It's nice to be able to start writing an entirely new work. Nothing to worry about, just freestylin'

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Chapter Four: Saint Roman


Footfalls the only sound echoing through the fitness center Val Hoa struggled against the treadmill, focusing on forcing each breath even as his lungs screamed against the effort. At a chime the pace slowed, blurred eyes struggling to make out if he’d been able to beat his record.

He wobbled his way out into the locker room, checking his watch to find it was three in the morning. In a few hours the workers would begin work and he’d have to be ready. After a shower he began to amble back towards his room, beginning another day once he’d shaved and eaten.

In the medical bay he found Blythe waiting earlier than normal and sat down, tapping the table twice to bring up a tablet display in the air. He swiped across it, checking over the status of their burn victim. Facial reconstruction would take some time and heartache, but other than that a full recovery was expected. He couldn’t hide a small smile at the result.

From across the room Blyth wondered, “So what’s on the agenda today?”

Val leaned over, looking her way. He glanced around, pleased to find everything stocked and reset for the next event. He hummed, calmly answering, “Assuming nothing of interest happens, I could teach you about chest tube placement and respiratory therapy. Would be a good follow up.”

She only smiled back, hazel eyes carrying a mischievous glow behind her glasses. Staci leaned back in her chair, unable to play innocent anymore as she let him know, “Even though you threatened to send me away, keeping a man alive with crispy lungs isn’t something I could forget. It was a miracle.”

Val grimaced, shoulders slumping as he said in turn, “It’s really not something you need to know about. Trust me.”

Eyes rolling she shook her head, glancing up and fixing a stray hair that had escaped her ponytail while firing back, “That’s what’s got me so curious. Saying stuff like that, performing a miracle and saving some guy you don’t even know…” She paused long enough to smile wider, “It could only be because you’re in hiding. So Val Hoa can’t be your name. In fact, it’s a Falen name. But they’re all gone. But there was someone famous in the War of Fale, a man called Saint Roman.”

The reminder drove Val got out of his chair, expression growing cold. He spoke in hushed tones as he said, “I never liked that name. So corny. But… you’re smart, and sending you away won’t do any good. What do you want?”

Staci Blythe only shrugged in response and let him know, “I want to know how you did that. Was it Magi?”

Val quickly looked out into the hall for any eavesdroppers, closing the bay door. He sat again only inches from his assistant, stern eyes piercing through her as he gave in, “I’ll tell you, if you promise to keep it secret. I think by the time I’m done you’ll see why.”
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Chapter Five: The Falen Extermination
-5 Years Prior-

With dawn only minutes away Team Seven quietly approached the Cleric Training Camp, rucksacks quietly left in the field as the soldiers approached their target. In a series of hasty signals Sergeant Roca laid out the attack, and they all quickly drew their respirators.

Rifle held in the air Specialist Zacaria Black fired his secondary, grenade exploding over the settlement unleashing a yellow haze. As the Falen warriors emerged some tried to run, collapsing under the gas now wrenching the breaths from their chest. The others forced their way through, volley of fire unleashed flying out at the soldiers that dodged and weaved through the attack while returning fire.

Rifle at the ready Royce Roman held back, watching his allies quickly and efficiently dispatch their foes.

An hour later Team Seven stood around what was left of the Training Camp, eight Falen men remaining on their knees. Zacaria Black looked to Sergeant Roca, who only offered a grim nod. The man drew his sidearm and shot the first prisoner in the back of the head without hesitation.

Roman watched in horror as he mechanically moved from one to the next, offering no emotion as he swiftly finished each potential prisoner. The second to last stumbled to his feet, breaking into a run cut short by a bullet shattering his right knee. Struggling on the ground the man turned around to face Black and stared into his eyes as the soldier finished him off.

Seconds from executing the last, an old man staring intently at the ground Black glared when Roman’s hand pushed his weapon aside, voice shaking as he stammered out, “Wait, he’s… he’s an old man. He doesn’t even have the energy to be healing anyone.”

Lip curling Black pushed against Royce’s hand and demanded, “And? He’s our enemy. Our orders are clear. Exterminate.”

Roman moved now in between Black and the old man and said, “He must have been a leader here. Someone important. If we take him prisoner they might be able to get information out of him. Don’t make me not like you.”

At the threat Black paused, looking to his leader for support. Sergeant Roca’s expression was blank as he said, “Doc’s got a point. Guy may be worth something. Let it go Black.”

Disgust dripping from every syllable Zacaria Black sheathed his pistol and said only inches from Roman, “You’re so… weak.” When no response came he turned away, angrily barking, “I’m going to look around for any survivors.”

Roman let out a long held breath, jumping when Sergeant Roca shouted, “That’s your man now, Doc. You wanted him alive, now you gotta watch his ass except for when we’re doing guard shift. Might want to watch him when it’s Black’s turn anyway.” He nodded at the order, attention turning to the old man still staring into the distance.
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Chapter Six: Cause
-Five Years Prior, the War of Fale-

“Hey, wake up.” Royce Roman opened his eyes, vision swimming in the dark before adjusting to the sight of Specialist Raylee Sorkin’s worn but still unmistakably pretty face inches away. He glanced away from her crimson gaze and shuffled his way to standing.

Looking out at his sleeping team he turned to her and said, “My turn huh?”

Raylee pointed at the old man and let him know, “Sure is. He’s been quiet all night, not even sure if he’s up. I took an extra hour of your shift, by the way.” Roman stopped at the comment, dull lit panel appearing when he tapped the air twice confirming the fact. Now resting comfortably on her gear wrapped in a blanket she let him know, “I know you’re gonna get tired, staying up through Black’s shift too. But,”

She paused, thinking about what to say before turning away from him and going on, “Most people wouldn’t do what you did. Just don’t change.”

In the ensuing quiet Roman smiled, double checking her status again until he was satisfied on the way towards the lookout point. Sitting as still as ever the old Cleric seemed asleep, surprising his guard when he piped up, “Why are you a soldier, young man?”

Sitting near the old man with his rifle in hand Roman thought about it for a while, deciding against ignoring the prisoner entirely to answer, “I’m an orphan. On the planet I’m from, they look at your parents when deciding if you’re worth hiring. If you reach eighteen without finding a job, you join the Empire’s Army. I never had any choice.”

They remained that way for some time in the twilight, Roman taking in the sights of the flashbeetles streaking their way across the night air, electric blue glow emanating as they burst into the air to fly for a few seconds an attempt to find a mate. He thought about again looking through Raylee’s status, if only to glance at her picture again when the old man surprised him by asking, “So this war, do you want to be here, killing us all?”

He glanced at the old gray figure, at a loss for a moment. Looking down at his weapon he whispered out, “I don’t have a choice. Not following orders is treason. In a time of war that’s punishable by death. The Empire, “ He paused, uncomfortable in the event someone was listening, “Always seems to be at war. Besides, your people started it. When the Empire began expanding trade sanctions across Fale your people attacked, even killed the innocent traders inside.”

The old man hummed at the memory, letting him know, “Don’t let the actions of a few condemn us all. There are some Falen’s I’m not proud to call my own, yes. But we never accepted the Empire’s rule. They had no right building anything on our world. And deciding to wipe us all out for it?”

Royce Roman frowned, hesitating before telling the Cleric, “I don’t think it has anything to do with the Trade Sanctions. Your people’s ability, Magi, it can’t be monitored or controlled. My rifle,” He showed the old man his weapon while saying, “Has a computer in it. It only accepts me and members of my team to fire. At any time, the empire can disable it. They can with almost any weapon. But there’s no way to control Magi. I think the King is afraid of you.”

At that the old man smiled sadly and said, “Then I don’t have any other choice.”

Royce Roman glanced his way, prepared for anything when the Cleric asked, “Would you be willing to learn how to heal?”

The medic cleared his throat, responding cautiously, “Of course not. Magi is outlawed.”

The old man rubbed his chin and let him know, “But I would only teach you how to heal, if you want. You could save so many more lives. Even break curses, which as far as I understand have taken quite a few lives so far. Your higher medicine can’t seem to do anything better than alleviate the pain.”

Eyes dead set on his prisoner now Roman felt his grip relaxing on his weapon. He thought for a minute and couldn’t help but ask, “Why would you teach me? Don’t you want your people to win?”

The Cleric shook his head and replied, “We aren’t going to. The nations may rally over the lost Cleric Training Camp, but without us creating more healers there’s no hope. My people will be extinct soon, but I at least want to be remembered. Once you see what good it can do, you’ll teach others. At least our legacy will live on.”

Roman offered no answer, instead wondering, “What’s your name, old man?”

“Val Hoa, Elder Cleric.”
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Chapter Seven: The New Elder Cleric


Eyes wide Staci Blythe regarded her boss in a new light, blurting out without thinking, “I can’t believe it. So he was really willing to teach you even though you helped kill his people?” After the fact she inhaled sharply, realizing the gravity of her words.

Val frowned at the comment, looking down at his hands. He needed slowly and said, “Yes. To ensure at least some part of them would go on, he gave me the most valuable thing he could.”

Staci exhaled, relieved to she hadn’t been too frank. She thought of something, at first dismissing the idea before playing nervously with her glasses and wondering, “So why did you end up here? Just to hide from the Empire or something?”

He smiled back at her, sharp blue eyes regarding her like a child as he replied, “No, they never caught me, per se. But I need to get a lot of money, enough to make a school no one will be able to find out about.”

Staci smiled back and asked, “Why don’t you start now? Teach me.”

Val leaned back in his chair, thinking hard and scratching his chin for a moment. He shook his head and replied, “I can’t do that. You know what could happen, right?”

She only shrugged and stated, “I don’t care. You know I’ll keep it secret, and it isn’t flashy. I’m sure you know people try not to question miracles, well, normal people. And I already know a lot about anatomy, I’m sure that’s half the battle. You gotta start somewhere. Start with me.”

Gaze deadly serious, Val asked out of nowhere, “How old do I look?” At her shocked stare he let her know, “It isn’t a trick question. Just tell me.”

Taken aback, Staci regarded him more closely than ever and half mumbled, “I dunno, late… er, mid… thirties?”

Val laughed, sound out of place coming from him. He clutched at his chest and let her know, growing stern halfway through, “I’m 24 years old. Magi has a steep price. It draws from your very life energy. If you only use a little a day you’re fine, you can just get it back with some rest. But if you overdo it… This is what you get. Are you really sure you want to learn?”

Staci Blythe didn’t falter, voice more clear than ever before as she said, “I don’t care. It can save lives, like you did yesterday. The price doesn’t matter.”

Eyes wide, Val Hoa swallowed the lump in his throat and grinned back. Looking around again he leaned close, beginning to explain, “People don’t know this, but the Falen Clerics understood the human body down to the cellular level. Only, they didn’t name and categorize things the way we do. The first thing you need to do is learn how to truly understand the body by only touching it, to know how to fix someone the way the unique way they need…”
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Chapter Eight: Hesitation
-Four Years Prior, the Falen War-

Sergeant Zacaria Black looked at his team, explosion in the distance kicking at the earth beneath their boots as he ordered, “This is it! One of the ten remaining Falen Strongholds. Wedge on me, Roman, stay in the center. Move!”

Team Seven darted in, just one of the many units currently flanking Beinhur Castle. Falen warriors and Empire Soldiers clashed at the gates, flurry of elemental attacks lithely dodged by the team as they advanced. Rifle at the ready Ichabod Fortier aimed and fired at an advancing enemy, incendiary rounds giving birth to a fire that raged through the man’s lungs and screamed forth from his mouth as he fell.

In moments they and many others had breached the castle walls, Zacaria Black pausing only to aim his sniper rifle, sights flashing red as he pressed the trigger in. From across the garden making up the plaza a Falen warrior collapsed mid spell, earth shifting under his control shattering beneath his own allies.

A warrior from above landed in the canter of the group, catching the eye of Raylee Sorkin and unleashing two bolts of electricity that caught both her and Roman mid step and left them quivering against the stone. As the warrior turned he found the hilt of a knife catching in his collar bone, blade buried deep under Black’s grip as he forced the enemy to the ground.

Now in control Zacaria roared, knife pulled high brought down again and again in a frenzy of red. He froze with wide eyes, eyes drifting from the final smile of the Falen Warrior to the shard of ice dripping red emerging from his rib cage.

Slipping to the ground he blinked, suddenly taking note of how quiet the world grew when your heart ceased beating.

Roman managed to regain himself, stumbling on the stone beside his ally and staring at the makeshift knife. Before him Zacaria Black laid fading, green eyes growing dim as he limply reached out and grasped at his Medic’s coat. Roman looked back to see the others helping Sorkin to her feet. He reached out with a grimace, fingers pausing before taking hold of the makeshift knife and tearing it free.

Tears in his eyes he placed both hands over Black’s ruined heart and pushed, muscle glowing blue within the wounded soldier’s body as the severed fibers expanded, blood vessels snaking across the muscle as regained strength. With a start Zacaria black lurched forward, screaming in pain as Royce Roman collapsed at his side.

Black looked from the hole in his body armor, now seeming so small back to his medic in astonishment. The ripple of another explosion beneath their feet brought him back as he shouted, “Sorkin, Fortier! Get Doc somewhere safe!”

Pistol drawn Black turned when Raylee Sorkin demanded, “What about you?”

With no emotion Zacaria Black stated, “I have a castle to take.”
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