Immortal Body (IV)--A breathtaking story told by mlmlxaxa

I spare no efforts running towards the door of the museum. Outside the museum there is a a row of new fence made by woods. The door is closed down. It's strange because at normal time I've heard that the museum is always open and no fence should be there. I jump across the bound, rush to the door and try to open it. Although I successfully seize the handle of the entrance door and pull it, I find the noticeboard hanging on the door: "the museum is being rebuilt, it will open again in January." At this moment I don't think too much and believe it only a normal rebuilt and rush into the dim hall.

In the hall I feel a kind of ominous atmosphere at once. I try to find someone for help and hide in shadow. However, I see there are a few repair experts working in front of many "productions". On their labour suits I astonish to discover the dazzling symbols of ruling party--2 red axes like a cross. Therefore they should be my enemy, I can never rely on them. Instead, I ward off the symbol on my clothes and run pass them.

"Hey, you shouldn't be here now, get out of here!" One of them shouted loudly.

"Yes, I am trying to find the exit door, do you know where is it?" I answer and turn my head back. I am shocked by what the man is trying to settle down, which is a waxwork image. It's the image of Mr. Peterson, who is one of the most important leader of great revolution. Before this there's never a waxwork settled here, and this time it is settled by his enemies! What does it mean?! The museum has already been occupied by our enemies, and all the staffs and exhibits will be changed. I see the expression of the wax image, it is painfully twisted, like being murdered just now. Wait! So the situation should be--Mr. Peterson was captured by the government and was executed, and then those crucial people made him into a wax image and put it here to show off their forces! How incredible it is!

"You can get out from where you get in.Please be quick, we have to go on our work." The man said to me.

Suddenly a bright idea occurs in my mind, "I am sorry, but there's 2 men trying to catch me, and they will be here very soon. They are delegated by my enemy, so if you don't tell them I am here and tell me the exit way, I will give you 40 dollars." It is expensive to give him the money, and I am not really willing to.

" Ok, it's a good trade."He says, and takes money from me unceremoniously. He told me the routine: go straight ahead, turn left, and go until the 3rd door, go though it. and then turn left again, and then always go straight, then I can find the exit gate.

I run like a rabbit immediately, and after a few seconds I hear the heavy footsteps of men in black. I can image how the expert deal with them and fight for me some time to escape. Therefore I keep on running.

On my way getting out, I see many scene which is dreadful to my mind. The hue of this hall is blackish green and dark. The curtain color is blackish green, with the pale yellow light on, serving as a foil to the mail topic. Many original artworks have been extincted by those staffs, and many of them have been substituted by photos of butchering revolutionaries. What's more, some tortured revolutionaries' bodies have been disposal by antiseptics and been exhibited here. Everywhere pervaded the bloody smell. Those experts are completely indifferent about this. They make the hall a scene of massacre of revolution, and anyone who rebel the rule set by dominator will be rigorously punished.

I'd like to escape from the human hell as soon as possible. I hear the sound of the men in black again. I know they have told the expert my status and threat him to tell them my track. However, I have already arrived at the exit door and rush out like a flying train. Still the bullets flying pass me with grating moan.

The only place I can go to is my working place. I feel sorry for my workmates because although they are able to resist these 2 men in black, they have to move again for more danger later. But if I keep on running with no destination, one of their bullet will kill me sooner or later, so I have to run back to where I live.

When I reach the door of my working department, I find the battle has already begun, all the windows have been broken and all residents except our workmates have evacuated from the apartment. I run onto the floor and found a few of the police standing at the door, with guns on hand towards my workmates.

When they find me here they turn their guns to me and shoot me. I scream and fall to the ground, seriously wounded, and painful very much. My blood pull out as stream. Some of my work mates fight back immediately, every one of them has a gun on hand. After the first tragic happened before, at this time Catherin distribute all of our workmates weapons for fighting with killers. When they are confronting each other, I appeared at the back of enemies, and distracted their attentions. So they shoot immediately to enemies, our enemies fall on the ground as me. They run towards us and try to rescue me. I cry and shed bitter tears, can't even say a word. And then Ms. Catherin begins to drop her tears with me. We are surprised about this for our proud queen.

We can no longer stay in this dangerous place, so we run down the stairs as soon as possible. No matter Anderson, or Robert, or Catherin, all of us have been injured. Many of us have got shot by our enemies, hence everyone stagger slowly and moan, but none of us complain others, our lives have already combined together.

When we walked to the gate of our apartment, a new batch of polices are in line. All of them carry guns. We know today is our last day, so we irreversibly take our gun and shoot to those polices. The battle is an intense one, at one hand there is the group of equipped trained police, on another hand is a group of revolutionaries who take death calmly, so we match each other in strength.

It is the battle which don't pay attention to any tactical. Neither police nor us are finding any concealments. Not only because we are painters, even haven't touched guns in our whole lives, so we can't realize the strategies in the gun battle, but for the police despise us, they disdain for any hiding place. The result is, both side shoot face to face, and soldiers fall by a number of grants. Neither side lose one more soldier, nor one less. It is moving and tragic, though being shoot for a number of times, we are still trying to stand, instead of falling to the ground.

Finally, I am too seriously wounded and will die shortly, I know it. Before that I still try to open my eyes and watch the last duel. Every one of us except Anderson has lied on the ground, most of them swallow the last breath. So the same of these police, only one of their captain stand still, and seriously wounded.

The captain fired 2 shots, one has been dodged by Anderson, and another one shoot to the left thorax of Anderson, that's a vicious shot, that Anderson begins to fall. When he is falling to the ground, he exhausts his boy strength to open fire, and also shoot to the thorax of the captain. Then both of them fall to the ground slowly. When Anderson dies, he gets on one knee, and the gun in his right hand is off to the ground, with composure expression. Then I ease myself, feeling my soul is floating slowly into the sky, into the dazzling sunshine......

By the time I wake up is 9 o'clock at night in a cottage. I see the figure of a mouse on the beam, walking around. Then I surprisingly find, Emma, Robert. Anderson, Utan and Lesley have waked up, they are sitting in the petate, and all of them staring at me. I am too exciting anembrace with them one by one, we sit together, crying like children. If there're some people crying together with you, your life is absolutely perfect.

We are rescued by an old female witch, Blinda, one of Catherin's friend, also the member of revolution. At that day she and a few girls carried barrow and rushed to us after hearing the battle. Some polices came later only think of them the staffs of cremation, and released them. They never know about the immortal body. But Blinda knows, so she gathered all of us together, and read her magic book. Unfortunately Ms. Catherin hasn't the immortal body, and in 20 of us only 6 people has got the immortal bodies. So we revive.

We are going to go to the capital city by train. We thank Blinda very much and don't want to implicate her. So we decide to leave, all of us. The revolution will not reach the end, if only we have the immortal bodies, we can always light the fire for revolution. The book has been transfered to Anderson, who is the new leader of us. Last time we haven't won the battle, and we know we can't kill all the police, so this time we have to plan for better strategies. We are no longer painters, we are the real revolutionaries now.

In the running train we all keep silent, memorizing our bizarre experience and what we need to do after starting our new trip.

(The end)

Immortal Body (III)--A breathtaking story told by mlmlxaxa

In the 3rd hour, all of us hold our breath and stare at our death workmates. We all hope the mystic words will bring us miracles. Suddenly, 2 of them begin to twitch, more and more quickly, more and more radical. They are Uta and Creamy. Uta is a short strong boy, who often keep silent in his normal time, even when everybody is chatting. He has a pair of sharp big eyes.Whenever we observed him by stealth during our leisure time, he would find out very soon, and then stare back into our eyes, as he can detect our innermost thoughts. Miss Creamy is a gentle girl, ordinary as a stalk of grass, no one has ever expect that she has also the miracle immortal body.

Both of them twitch ceaselessly, their trembling lips is still as pale as before, and the white part of their eyes reveal from time to time. Robert walked towards them, trying to touch these bodies. His hands touch the shoulder of Uta, and suddenly, Uta seizes his arms tightly and cries,"You deathful killer, let's come to an end!" His eyes are still half open, so he hasn't recovered his conciousness. However, this is the greatest miracle we have ever met in our whole lives. Several hours ago they are still cold stiff ashes!

Nevertheless, their bodies are still cold and a little bit stiff. Obviously they seems to be lack of energies, that can be proved by their black rim of eyes and faltering standing postures. After they recovered their sense, we all cluster round them, to the top of our bent fondle their arms, legs, and shoulders. We never feel them so heartily as in this moment, they just like our relatives, coming back from the crucial war.

" I had a dream, I was at the space between the human world and death world. I feel so painful all parts of my body. At the top of my head it is the world of human beings, I can see many bottom of the buildings and people's running feet; whereas at the bottom of my foot is the death world, and I can see the ugly ghost heads. Around me there are many people, among them I see some painter of our studio. Then the judge of death come, he is a tall and strong man, I was not able to see clearly his face, cause it is hided in the shadow of his headgear. He summoned us to come with him. We all involuntarily walked towards him, although none of us would prefer to die. Suddenly I heard the imprecation read by Ms. Catherin, and began to control myself not to be close to the death judge. Finally I waked up to see the human beings' world again." Utan described his amazing experiment in community of life and death intermittently.

" A few people of us has the immortal bodies, and they are really lucky," said Anderson," Because no matter how many times they are murdered by our enemies, they will still come back to life from death, if only there is the imprecation existing."

" What is this book?" "Who write it?" "Does it mean that anyone has immortal body will survive in the world forever?" We elbow our way through and push others aside, for we are really too curious about reviving.

Anderson is a little bit impatient, so he doesn't answer very straightly and detailedly. He just tell us, only a few people, around 5 per cent, will be able to own the immortal bodies. This specifically function comes into being at the time a person was born. There're only 3 books in the world owned by 3 excellent leaders of revolution, including Catherin, and these books were left by leaders of last generation, once being the religious leaders. They expanded their forces by give new birth to very sick patients, giving enormous publicity to poor people about the real god. In this generation, maybe for they have already win the trust of people, and also want to protect their books, only old people in the revolution organization know about the predecessor of themysterious organization.

We move to another district-- Poe District. In this area many branches of our organization are distributed. Nevertheless, the most important reason for moving here is that, there is a formal art museum for revolution which is invested by the middle class of our organization. For it's a private one, and the establishment of it is the strong aspiration of people, for 10 years it is still standing at the center of the Poe district. For us, who are the loyal vulnerable group of our organization, it is quite an optimal dwelling place of refuge. Therefore we choose a new office near to the museum as our temporary department.

Experiencing so many disasters, at the 1st day we moved into the new office rent by all our staffs, I would like to have a breath of fresh air very eagerly, so I walk onto the street. The atmosphere in the street is quite different from what I have expected. It is somewhat cold and cheerless, clean without even a little bit dust. Only a few people are walking slowly on the street. None of them wear colorful clothes, moreover, they are similar to funeral clothes. When they pass me, they glance at me quickly with astonishment, and then they still remain their serious expression with their mouths tensed.There's almost no car in the road. In the buildings on the side of the road I can't find any figures, neither do I see any lights on.

Although I have breathed enough fresh air, I even more depress than before with my workmates. I think of why do I choose to take part in the revolution activities. If I still keep on painting the postcards, I will have earned little bit money with no danger aside me at all times. Maybe it's just a whim to rebel the order of the world and try to change it's sequence. The consistent efforts have once brought me much sense of honor, making me feel standing at the top of the world. People grant us much respect and support, and the government hate us to the core, all these things give me unprecedented pleasure. However, the crucial suppress has cost many lives of our friends. We can only helplessly watch them dying miserably, connecting in our mind that we may share the same fate with them, and may meet them again very soon in the heaven.

However, I never regret for the determination originally, and I will never withdraw from the event I have taken part in.

when I am considering my fate, I sensitively realize that there are 2 men in black tracing me all the way. I can't just turn around and interrogate them, for I find my great fault: I have worn my working clothes to the street! So everyone can find my status in the society! I am very scared about this, the 2 men put their hands in pockets, there maybe a gun inside the pocket. I walk faster and faster, walk cross many roads, turn around in lots of corners, but finally I am still traced by them, their footsteps are louder and louder.

What can I do then? No one is going to save me, for so few people on the road. If they take an action on me at the shelter in the corner of the road, no one will find it. Therefore I had to rely on myself. There accumulates much dark clouds in the sky, and faintly there's the sound of thunder, on the street the light is dim, it's hard for me to breathe.

Then I suddenly scamper, with my fastest speed. Those two men began to run either, and I know if we keep on running, I will be caught up very soon. I have to find a place where they can not do anything harmful to me.

It begins to rain. the big raindrop hit my face, but I can not feel it, the horrible sensation afflicts me so much, that I feel no matter what surround me are revolving. The road is stretching, the buildings are shaking, and the footsteps of 3 people echo for many times. after a few seconds I heard the bullets whistle from my side, so I can't wait but run into the most safe place of this district-- the museum.

Immortal Body (II)--A breathtaking story told by mlmlxaxa

Although our studio is quite a famous one, we are still poor enough to share only a minibus for the whole apartment. This means we have to go to the exhibition by dividing into 2 sets of people. The driver is Ms. Catherin, who is the owner of the minibus. I am distributed into the first group, and all of us are able to select the best work from our current paintings.

Ms. Catherin is not a very professional driver, and her minibus is not a good function one, either. On the way to exhibition, she has repaired her bus twice and cause the traffic jam. We are both annoyed by this and secretly feel happy for embarrassing the proud woman. In order to maintain her self-esteem, she try to find all kinds of reasons," See, I have spent all my money to you, and I have not enough money to buy a real car for myself." Then we can't keep serious and smile.

The exhibition is bustling with noise and excitement. When it's the time for us to come back, we all feel reluctant to say goodbye. Catherin still drive slowly, we bump along the highway for a few hours and finally reached our studio.

However, we are astonished about what has happened in the studio. In fact, we almost faint for the horrible scene. Half of our workmates, who are remained in the studio, have been attacked by stabbers, and all of them seems to lose the sign of life......

The whole stdio is spacious, and most of the windows have been broken by attackers, blizzards scattered on the ground, soaked in the blood. The smell of blood filled the entire room, mixed wih the special smell of paint, full of tragic and brutal atmosphere. All the expressions of victims are twisty and painful, with their bodies reeling right and left, served by all kinds of paint pouring out from cans. What a colorful crucial condition! Death is so close to us!

Some of my workmates subconsciously want to escape, and the fear thinking has gain the upper hand of their mind. "Stop run! You fools!" Ms. Catherin shouted. Most of them stopped, but some of them has escaped. "Those who run away shall never come back, those who decided to remain, are the real hero of the revolution." Said Catherin calmly, she's the only one of us who is so calm in the ghastful strange condition. And this is the first and the last sentence that she praise us, we weakling and limp painters frightened by the murder.

"This must be done by professional killers appointed by government. Look, there are cases of the bullets left here, made by battery factory, and only the government can order for bullets production." Said Mr. Anderson, who has once been the electronic teacher of an adult school, also the most intelligent member of us. He goes on analysis, "There is a knife penetrated into Mr. Tommy's breast, and I am sure it is made by tableware factory." He emphatically slowly pull out the knife inside the body of Tommy, with blood pulling out.

"No! No!" cried Robert, his face is pale, he sit on the ground and choked with tears.

"What can we do for the death people?" We asked Catherin.

"Everyone, please, washes their face and wound, that's the last thing we can do for them."

"And then? Where can we put their death body? Cremate them?" I asked.

"Yes, but before that, we should wait for 3 hours."

"Why?! The attackers may come back and kill all of us!" Cried Emma.

"We can put them into the covert room, everyone, please carry a death body, come with me." She ordered us.

"What are you going to do?! So rediculous! They are killed by murderer, and we living people will be killed by you!" Shouted Robert, he has almost lost his common sense.

"Stupid!" Anderson criticized Robert. "Some of them may come to life!"

"Come to life! Impossible!" All of us said at the same time except Catherin and Anderson.

All members, no matter live or dead, has reached the underground car park, and it is dry and dim here, also quiet as death. We are so frightened that can't take a breath, for don't want any attackers to find us. We lie all those bodies into a line beside the wall, and try to keep their upper part of the bodies on the wall.

Catherin take out a mystery book from her bag, let us keep far away from her, and sit down on the ground in front of those bodies. Then she begins to read the book like a witch. She kept on reading for about an hour, nothing has happened, no death body has ever moved a little bit. In the second hour, Mr. Anderson takes place of Catherin, and continiued to read. We can understand those sentences, but not masterly all of them. The main meaning of that book, I guess, is prey for making the dead come back to life.

I am quite curious about the truth of the revolution organization, until now I have found out that its pre-existence is a religion organization. Does it judge the death and living for the human beings? Does those attackers know the secret of our organization? Who shall revive at last? I am becoming more and more confused.....

Immortal Body (I)--A breathtaking story told by mlmlxaxa

My name is Sheilling, I have graduated from a university for 4 years, being a painter in reality as well as in name. I worked in Donson studio, painting specially for revolutionize.

As you know, the great revolution has been vigorously underway for 3 months. Before the revolution I am only a poor painter selling post cards drawn by myself, for $2 one card, and merely 20 cards were sold out every day. I live a sorry underpaid life, sharing a room with other 2 painters, May and Penny, who were in the same condition as me.

Our lives were changed after we took part in the Donson studio, disseminating for great revolution. This studio support us meals all day as well as chambers so that every one of us can concentrate on painting. The studio has a nature of anti-government, all our activities were deceiving the publics. However, our finished masterpieces were always taken to the public revolution exhibition and give majority of revolutionary enlightenment.

The subject of revolution this time is against dictatorship of our country. No matter parade demonstration, open lecture or attack on city hall, each activity has been carried out in full swing. The revolution leader also held all kinds of convocations to plan new operation and inspire the publics. Among them the art gallery is one of the most important tache. Every time when some hero of the revolution stopped in front of my work and seems to be pensive, I will be very proud of that and forget my hardship as well as dangerous condition.

My superior is a woman around forty years old. Catherin is ice noble, hardly anyone would prefer to be close to her for her severe and hypercritical. Unfortunately, we had to meet her every day in order to be supervised. Some of our painters are quite good at flatter and intend to be treated gentler, but Catherin seems to be not appreciate at all, once they have something wrong while paint, she will severely criticize them as usual.

By the first time I came here, I found myself study a lot, even more than what I have learnt in the university. Most should be owe to Ms. Catherin, if not for her harsh criticism, I will never make such a great improvement. Practice will always stimulate theories, though I studied so much theories in the uni and practice my painting ability by drawing postcards, I still can not meet Ms. Catherin's requirement at the beginning.

"You are like the little child who never learn any painting! Look at your stupid doodle! It's not related to people's unfortunate life at all! Neither does it satirize current events......."

"I think of it a good one! At least it is colorful, and give the public ideal imagination and hope." I disproved her words gently but confirmedly. On my picture there was a charming girl carrying her bottle, she is irrigating roses on the windowsill, with crystal dews on them reflecting the sunshine.

"Colorful but in disorder, warmth but luck of potency dimension. Moreover, the composition is short of planning." Her comment was devoid of any merit.

My heart was broken and tears were spinning in my eyes. Catherin pretended to see nothing about my expression and continued," Please recompose your painting, there should be more light in the girl's face, her clouds should be austerity, not like a noble young lady. These flowers are better to be lily or jasmine, to serve as a foil to her character, innocent instead of overdo. Just keep on thinking about how to improve your work. Don't be easily satisfied. Challenge yourself!"

I become enlightened at once, instead of being depressed, I was quite inspired to fulfill the requirement of Ms. Catherin. I took out a new canvas from the drawer and began to rearrange the new picture using my pencil. " Whenever I finished my sketching, can I ask for your advice and then begin to color it?" I asked Catherin honestly. "Of course, I hope this time you will be all right." she smiled unexpectedly.

After that, under the severe training of Catherin, our studio became famous in all the revolution studios in the city. Many rich revolution leaders are willing to purchase our works in the underground auction for thousands of money, and then invites lots of clients to their house and organize new activities. This quite encourage us, so we work even harder than before.

The happy life does not last long. The government begins to pounce on revolution members again after being beaten off. These weeks there are many massacre reports about revolutionaries on the top line of the newspaper, so glare as bloody corpses are just in front of us. Every day when I arrive at the studio, my workmates pretend to be happy, boys and girls, they make jokes on the others in order to conceal their inner fears. Tommy and Robert are quite so.

"Hey, Tommy," said Robert, " Have you watched the news today? Did you find anything funny?" He put his arm onto Tommy's shoulder. (Ms. Catherin hasn't arrived yet.)

"What do you mean? You mean the 5 guys in Satan district who have been murdered? Oh, those unfortunate guys! They died quite miserably!" Tommy answered in a casual way, and scratches the little besmirch of his breakfast in T-shirt.

"Yeah! They are unfortunate guys! Who knows where their heads are? Poor guys, they died in dreams without knowing anythings. They are all revolutionaries, and they shouldn't sleep together, maybe just being too friendly, do you know why?" Robert asked craftily.

" They are just gays, actually."

" Haha! That's interesting. But my question is, what's the measure of murdering?"

"I don't know, I do not be bothered to study this."

"You must study it, Mr. Tommy. Because it may happen on us." Robert is a little bit agitate." All of their heads are confiscated by the murderer! So whenever we sleep we had to surround our necks with metal scarf! so that we can keep our bodies intact when we died."

Tommy laughed ," That's a good idea! You little genius! I should have awarded the Nobel prize to you! So what use do those heads have? Just for fun?"

" I have no idea either," said Robert in an oily tongue," May be sent to the football producing center, who knows! Or the wax house, so that they can have the new bodies."

" Stop talking! You little crazy devils! I am eating my breakfast, don't affect my appetite!" Miss Emma protested.

"Hahaha...take care of yourself!" Both boys laughed loudly.

However, we never imagined that the worst things may happen on us too. We laughed at other people's misfortune, and forget to be on guard against the dangerous things.

Another exhibition has taken place in Monster District. We painters in the studio are honored to put our works into the exhibit room.