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Going out of the hotel once again, we quickly made way for Undine and Aerin’s household. Having Ned at my side didn’t do much to help with the heavy weight of worry that had been chained to me for who knows how many times already since this whole thing started. But this time it seemed surreal, unbelievable, I just wasn’t capable of grasping it with my whole, sincere being. And yet, here I was: A young man trying to find a legendary, shapeshifting monster that stalked people and preventing it from stealing the guise of his new, very eccentric friend that his other eccentric friend had forced him to find. Brilliant. Just brilliant.

Recently, amongst much others. Writing, writing, writing. Gotta finish the novel.

I've never really been intro cellphones. I rarely carry my old brick around. So yeah, landline's the way to go.

Oh, that's an easy one.

Spanish, English, Engrish, 13375934k, HTML, some VBS, some PERL, some French, some German.

Possible prologue to a novel in progress, "KAI", based off of Airen Vickroy, AKA the Ultimate Kai.

* Updated and revised version of the draft. (05/30/09)
* Completely rewritten. Consider it much better. (06/03/09)

Prologue

The child awakened. As she slowly regained her senses, she found herself in the same environment she had experienced a few times before; a cold, bitter darkness all around her as she lay in the bare mattress she’d called a bed since she and her mother had moved in less than a week ago.

As she let a little more time go by, she perceived the other things that shared a room with her, most of which were scattered messily or inside the stacks of boxes propped against the walls. As she finished this small nocturnal reconnaissance, she quickly realized why she had woken up as the racket which seemed to come from outside grew even louder.

Heading to the landing just outside her room, she looked down to the stairs that met almost immediately with her front door. From here, it was obvious that the noise that had raised her from her rest had its origin right behind it. The porch, she thought, nobody could possibly provide a suitable explanation of where the sounds came if they chose another place. So, in innocent curiosity, she began her descent down this stairway.

As she kept going, she subtly enhanced her light pace as she heard her mother’s voice amidst the din.

Reaching the door, her properly common sense made it evident it was a fight going on outside where all the noise came from. There seemed to be two quarrelers, one was her mother, as identifiable from her unmistakable tone, but the other hardly seemed human at all with its low tone, its dreadful lisp, its obscene nasality.

- Come, now, Ellie... surely you know how it's best for you and all of us to just give up the girl...

- You... you horrible monster... back off! Leave her alone!

There was a swatting sound, and a small pause before the voices resumed

- Well, that's rather rude of you, Ellie... I come to you as a civilized person, and you treat me like an animal.

-I'm merely treating you like the monster you really are, you miserable fiend! Now, back OFF!

If anything, the child’s sense of familiar responsibility rather than her curiosity is what made her swing the door open and witness that horrible scene. Outside, the moonlit sky was clear, but the house next to hers cast a shadow on a part of her porch. On the illuminated part of said structure stood her mother, surprised for a second at seeing her but seemingly unable to speak, despite the irony this sight caused when considering she was wielding a rake as if to use it offensively.

This seemed completely ordinary, however, if one were also to consider the presence of the figure that stood –or appeared to- at the shadowed part of the porch. The child’s gaze identified it as some sort of twisted shadow, but as it jerked a few times around the dark fog it was enveloped in and even seemed to command, she immediately knew that whatever was there that night was not a part of the natural order of her own world, let alone human like herself. These thoughts failed to distract her as whatever it is that was there lunged at her in the most vicious manner anyone could ever describe.

Who knows what might have, would have happened then and there if the moonlit figure hadn’t struck the crude being sharply and swiftly with the garden tool turned weapon she wielded. For the sake of sparing such unpleasant conjecture, it becomes worth to mention the most terrible part of the witnessing the child had to endure that night. As her mother continued her attack on the loathsome entity that had cursed their home with its visit, it displayed such pain that in its erratic way of moving, it suddenly thrust its abstract body up towards the sky, and as it became momentarily separated from its dark fog and thus cut out against the moonlight, the child saw something she wished she’d never have to. “A bizarre caricature of an unfed, exceedingly grim-looking creature that may have come from the union of a human and a lizard” could be a possible response if one got her to remember then persuaded her to talk about this dread today.

Thankfully, the hideous apparition made a similar motion shortly afterwards, this time slipping towards the end of the porch, then stopping in its usual jerky way.

- So, Ellie, you still think you can win, eh? We shall see... I promise that in the future, the strength that lies within that spirit will be mine. Mark my words…

Thus the phantom that had haunted them went jerking into the distance, quickly becoming indistinguishable from all the shadows that ruled over the night. And to the observant, it might have seemed that for one second, just one second, the fog that seemed to obey its every whim stayed behind it and shaped itself into a raw G-shaped cloud before completely fading.

 As any sign of the presence of this monster ceased to become the least bit perceptible, the mother and her child went into an embrace, consciously trying to comfort each other about the fact that, no matter how hard they may try, this horrible event would never leave their memory.

Oh, how I like to tease with yet-to-be-explained suspense...

Since I don't think anyone around the globe knows about this (and they still probably won't even after this is posted), I am announcing as a mandatory Livejournal first-entry that I am writing a novel based off our favorite quirky internet celebrity: The Ultimate kai.

Even if none pay attention to this (most likely), I'll give a brief description: a lesser-than-average individual (the sort that roam the internet constantly) has his mentality and imagination transformed by the discovery of awesomeness in the form of a unique person (you know who you are). The story is told through the eyes of a friend, who also finds himself affected by the awesome discovery, but sees all through a more critical eye. Eventually, though, he has some experiences of his own that end up affecting his mentality almost as much as his friend's.

I'm finished with the first chapter. I'm planning to write a prologue soon enough, but it'll probably be just a short anectodish thing unrelated to the rest of the story. By the way, the protagonist's name is Ned, but it's obviously not definite yet. Suggestions for improvement are welcome. The friend (narrator)'s name is undecided still Ike. Suggests are open as well, for anyone reading.

That's pretty much all to say on the subect for the time being. This is internet username SpotXSpot signing out. If I'm feeling up to it, expect updates.

Anyone reading.

To Airen!
Barry's in the novel. I hope you don't mind...