Midnight Solstice the Near Nirvana Auras

By W.M. Balaz

Twenty-one year olds Taylor Metora and Kaleb Skyebann live in the ghettos of Toronto, Canada. Due to the controlled, but uninformed immortal qualities they possess, they live ignorantly to the fact the rest of the world mirrors their poor conditions. Upon the greeting of a wise gentleman, they discover what they really are, a world dedicated to them, and the fact that the society they currently live in nears its demise.

• Language: English
• Publisher: AuthorHouse
• Release date: Nov 26, 2012
• ISBN: 9781477290385

W.M. Balaz

W.M.Balaz was 17 when his first novel was published. He was born, raised and currently resides in the city of Mississauga, Ontario Canada. Drawing influences from writers such as J.K. Rowling, Suzanne Collins, and the artworks of Anne Stokes, W.M.Balaz continues developing as an author by continuing his work for the growing Midnight Solstice series.

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© 2012 by W.M.Balaz All rights reserved.

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Published by AuthorHouse 11/20/2012

ISBN: 978-1-4772-9040-8 (sc)

ISBN: 978-1-4772-9039-2 (hc)

ISBN: 978-1-4772-9038-5 (e)

Library of Congress Control Number: 2012921430

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Contents

Trends can go Finger themselves until they get off four or five times

Fuck you and every carton of eggs that looks like you!

Holy butt fuck, I’m healed!

Yo, I want wizard weed too!

Shouldn’t we be smashing this place straight to shit?

Half ass our job, get fired, and get paid for the whole weekend

Your house is five thousand pounds of horse shit

The greatest show on earth

You two can go to that ginger burger place and take a five hour piss for all I care

Its pretty much nine eleven

point two

I’m not gonna stare at pixels all day just to use the pick up line ‘nice weather we’re having’

The Tour Schedule

What did I tell you about

fucking swearing?

My dick is heavy and needs a rub, that’s why I like sex in my bathtub

All you do is sit around with a can of barbeque chips up your ass

I’ll give you two five bucks

to feel each other up

What ever happened to

fuck all the humans?

Do you know if they carry a business card of evil on them or something like that?

We can’t just leave a supernatural Honda civic Lying around for everyone to see

Well fuck you very much

and your awesome math

I’m not Jesus, but that’d be cool, wouldn’t it?

Epilogue

Venefikian: Vemerares

I

Trends can go Finger themselves until they get off four or five times

He looked out to the cloudy, flurry day of April through his pair of aviator sunglasses. The window displayed several cracks like a jigsaw puzzle, vaguely revealing what little they had insight in the ghetto suburb of Toronto, Canada. His mind was filled with thoughts much more then idle. It was stunning due to the lack inspiration that came from the brick wall which took up two thirds of his view. Other houses in sight that looked identical to theirs with the faded colour and the bordered windows, a few dead and rusted cars laying as bait on the road, the factory far off with a tall smoke towers that was visible to just about anybody. Maybe it was the depressing sight that gave him his ambitious thoughts, out of spite against the little slice of ‘home’.

His friend sat down on a beat up couch in the dark. The couch faced the window the other guy was staring out of. Despite the absence of light in the small living room, the guy on the couch also wore a pair of aviator sunglasses. To quote their persona ‘Trends can go finger themselves until they got off four or five times’.

They both did well to maintain a look that told them apart, not that there was ever a need for debate. Taylor Metora, the guy who sat by the window, kept a head of thick, short black hair. No matter how many times the hair could be lathered, his fingers could reshape where and how his hair will stand. Kaleb Skyebann on the other hand had long, dark golden hair that could tickle the bottom of his belly button. He always kept it out of his face and the easiest way was to let it run all the way down his back. Kaleb was half an inch taller then Taylor, but it was Taylor’s thick hair that added some height and rounded off their stature to roughly the same.

He’s close you know. Kaleb said.

Taylor nodded. He’s down the block with two other guys. He plans to use them secretive back up in case things go wrong.

Anxious?

Taylor grinned small, but it disappeared quickly. More like eager.

I know he’s armed. You think they’re loaded with lead bullets?

Most likely.

Taylor stood up from the chair as he stuck three fingers up, then two then one. By the time his fingers were set down, he moved out of the window’s path.

A herd of bullets shot through the window, transforming the window into nothing but twinkling dust. Taylor picked up one of the bullets and he smeared the powder under it on his hands.

You called it, its lead. Taylor nodded.

Another man entered the window. He was tall and muscular with black baggy jeans and a black baggy sweater. The sweater had minor tears along stomach area and the pocket in the middle sagged. He also wore a 59fifty cap and a few scars along his face. He used one hand to move the glass from his path while a pistol rested firmly in the other.

He pointed the gun up as he spoke. You assholes have some nerve killing my last two employees.

Taylor rolled his eyes at the sugar-coated words, unnoticed through the aviators.

I’m gonna be honest; I didn’t know that anyone actually saw that. Kaleb commented. Taylor grinned.

It’s nice to know you guys have a sense of humour, it’s the most valuable thing in life, especially when its seconds away from leaving. The criminal uttered, angrily flicking the barrel of the gun at Taylor and Kaleb.

Taylor spoke, looking casual. He even stretched his arms down his back to make it look convincing. Well I don’t know about that exactly… .

Shut up! Shut the fuck up you fuckin’ Goths. The criminal interrupted. He accused them both of this because Taylor and Kaleb possessed a uniquely skin color. It was a dull, cloud white tone.

You two got no respect. The criminal said, kicking the chair down as a sign of self righteousness. Hey boys, get the fuck in.

The criminal’s two sidekicks climbed inside through the window, disregarding any awareness for loose glass and the risks of small cuts. They didn’t give any looks; but they did point their guns at Kaleb. They waved them in the direction of the stairs, signalling him to walk up with them. Their footsteps were noticeable up going up the stairs, walking to one bedroom, along with the dressers being opened and objects being knocked down as it was the sound of them raiding for valuable possessions. No noises were produced by Kaleb.

Oh, I should shoot right now, taking time out of my fuckin day when I could be scouting for new employees.

Then why don’t you go do it instead of talking shit! Taylor said angrily.

What did I just say about fuckin’ respect? The criminal said with a furious look, constantly forcing the end of the barrel into Taylor’s temple.

Take your goddamn gun out of my face. Taylor groaned, hitting the criminal’s arm down from his head.

The criminal smirked as he shook his head. He then noticed the silver necklace hanging around the guy’s neck. It was a thick, chain-like rope cuffed to a silver and black-rusted heart-shaped medallion with bigger, outlined dragon wings off the sides of it.

I like the necklace.

Taylor just looked at him through his aviators and a tilted head.

Oh so now your scared shitless to talk eh?

Taylor smirked before responding. "It’s a necklace who cares.

It’s made of silver isn’t it?

Again, Taylor just stared through his aviators with a slightly tilted head.

You know you’d be dead by now for being so rude, you piece of shit that nobody gives a fuck about. The criminal confronted in Taylor’s face. I’m gonna give you another chance so let me reword this. I like your necklace. The criminal said, using the hand that wasn’t armed to stick a flat out, horizontal palm right before Taylor.

If you were gonna reword it, you should’ve used different words. Taylor said, expressionless.

Don’t playing goddamn smartass with me. I know you’re not smart. You wouldn’t be living in a place like this otherwise. Your house is shit.

Taylor appeared expressionless before the criminal, though his eyes were frowned and his insides were furious. He looked three steps ahead when he handed the criminal the necklace, but he couldn’t help but feel an ounce of annoyance when he complied.

The criminal then clutched the medallion, letting little bits of the silver chain swing around as the closing of his fist impacted the necklace. He started to feel an internal pleasure. Suddenly thoughts and memories of happiness, satisfaction ran through his entire body, giving him a discovering sense of comfort.

The criminal opened his hand, letting the medallion within breath. I could do without the heart, but damn, it feels so good. The criminal said, dropping his arm that clutched the gun.

Okay, you got what you want; you wanna leave now and spare me? Taylor said irritated.

The criminal hung his head down to the ground, shook his head slightly as he smirked, lifted his arm back up and pulled the trigger. Without looking back he walked away with the necklace clutched to his hand. His steps were few, but they could’ve been out the door. He was pulled back by the top hems of his sweater. To his uttermost, shocking surprise, it was Taylor that pulled him back.

What the… He said as he turned around.

He noticed a small mark of powder on Taylor’s forehead, but what really confused him is the fact that a bullet was shot to his head and Taylor did not go down. The only thing that changed was the angry frown he adopted. He even took off his aviators to reveal the red irises within his silver, glowing eyes that have been hidden for a very long period of time.

I shot you, WHAT THE FUCK! The criminal shouted, shocked beyond his limits.

He tried taking more shots but all were proven ineffective, and now his gun was even more harmless empty. Seeing as the situation was now hopeless; thinking that he was now dealing with a demon of Satan, he tried to make a run for it. It was a short lived plot when Taylor snatched his ankle, tripping the criminal to the ground. It was an incredible strength he had on the criminal’s bulged leg. The rest of the way, the criminal’s head bludgeoned against the steps of the stairs. He was powerless to escape and almost passed out; gifting him with many gashes and cuts on his skull, right through the tightly snug cap.

Right at the door step of the room, the criminal was thrown to other side, hitting and creating a large dent right on the other side of the wall. He dropped the necklace on impact as he slide down to the floor in pain. He noticed nothing but an empty room with decayed walls and large path of dried up blood leading under the sill of the closet door. All his feelings of hope, satisfaction and joy were replaced simultaneously with despair and terror.

You were gonna leave us for dead weren’t you? Kaleb said, strengthening the grip that horror held over the criminal.

Guess what? I’d like my medallion back. Taylor said as he walked over to retrieve his medallion. He placed it back around his neck and straightened it out. He then lifted the guy off the ground by his shoulders and morphed his claws around his fingers stabbing them through the criminal’s shoulder blades. He screamed in agony as his eyes were looked right into by Taylor.

Your past tells me you’ve terrorized others as low class as me, others victims who share the same marauder and all you do is turn your back on them to help yourself to the mementos they leave behind. I see that you now share the pain you gave to them. But it’s your lucky day because I feed on people like you and as you know so well, death is the only remedy to this kind of pain. Taylor said awaiting the criminal’s cry of horror, which did not disappointed. He then threw him into the closet, where the doors cracked and he landed on the bodies of his two buddies.

You mind if I take this one Kaleb? Taylor asked.

He’s all yours.

Taylor smirked as he purposely yawned to divulge his fangs. The criminal’s last amount of energy was used screaming ‘No’ multiple times, louder with each word. In one swift move, Taylor inserted his fangs into the criminal’s neck. A blue and white mist slowly flew into Taylor’s mouth along with the criminal’s blood. Within a short amount of time, Taylor set the lifeless, bloody body down and took back his medallion. He calmed down and felt better instantly as he held the medallion. He trampled the door as he quickly fixed the necklace around his neck.

You got blood running down your cheeks. Said Kaleb.

Taylor laid his fingertips upon his cheek, and swiftly moved them down to where the stream of blood ended. The middle of his chest. You’re hair is completely covered. Taylor pointed out. What’d you do? Bathe in it?

Goddamn. Why does blood have to be so thick? It makes it that much harder to get it all out. Said Kaleb, squeezing his hair. Liquid branches of blood poured out onto the floor.

Taylor wiped his facial hair and licked the blood from it. He tried looking down as best as he could, even though he knew that it’d be impossible to see. His Black soul patch contained not one dry and unbleached area of red. Kaleb too possessed facial hair. It was a black goatee made up of the bottom part connected by a redneck Fu Manchu. It was thickly haired, but cut thinly to give it a tidier look.

Taylor then got the instinct to feel through his hair. He felt nothing, but knew that the blood from his hand now stained his hair. Let’s go wash up.

The two of them stepped out to the back yard, mainly to the small portion of patio where the hose rack hovered over. The back yard was a cute little area, about the size of a back yard pool. It made a home for two small trees and a rusty fence, guarding it from other look-alike homes on different streets. Most of the grass was either dead or revealed muddy bald spots.

It’s too bad its blood. Your patch looks awesome when it’s red. Kaleb said.

Thanks Taylor nodded, giving off half a smile.

As Kaleb twisted the hose’s valve, Taylor left his medallion on, but removed his Aviators and shirt, revealing a slender but muscularly outlined build. Kaleb then handed over the hose, and he too removed his shirt and his aviators, revealing his violet irises walled by silver glowing eyes. He revealed a slightly more muscular build in his arms, but with the addition of a bigger, and slightly noticeable gut.

After both guys washed all the blood off of their bodies, they improvised to dry off by simply head banging. Taylor’s time was faster and done in seconds. Kaleb had to use a lot more force, even then it took a good minute and a half to get the forecast of his hair to damp.

If they weren’t so trashy, I’d feel bad about killing them. Taylor commented.

I hear you. They think they’re so high and mighty just ’cause they carry guns everywhere. I mean they probably could be, but I love it when they don’t expect us. Kaleb said, the sound of his voice muffled by his shirt sliding back on.

I don’t feel bad for offing them. What was his name again? Taylor said muffled. Same reason.

It was J, wasn’t it?

What the hell kind of name is that? Taylor asked rhetorically. ‘J.’ Taylor mocked, and his laugh followed.

Jacob Eugene Parsons, or J as his urban alias, was the lead gang member of ‘broken’, one of the most notorious gangs in Toronto. One of the most feared gang leaders lies lifelessly on the bodies of Eric ‘Banger’ Brian and Eddie ‘Ross’ Myrons.

At that point, their aviators were back on and the pipes to the hose were cut off. Their necks and heads were still wet and some of the red didn’t come off thoroughly, but they gave up their interest on those concerns upon entry back into the house.

The window was damaged beyond repair, and the chair needed replacing too. The legs were broken at the base from J’s kick. Inspecting for any other substance then lead, he examined the shard for only a few seconds before crushing it into dust within his fist. He then stood back up and sprinkled the sparkly dust out of the window. A small breeze carried it away, vanishing it from existence.

We should dump the bodies at lakeshore, but we need body bags first.

Kaleb jumped onto the couch, leaning his back against one armrest while extending his legs to the other. No one’s gonna see them, what’s the point of the bags?

Before responding, Taylor moved to the couch shot a straight look at Kaleb. He couldn’t see Taylor’s eyes, but he knew what they were asking. He contracted his legs casually and Taylor sat down onto the other cushion. I don’t want their blood all over the interior. Even if it is the trunk.

Kaleb made a small, agreeing hum. You think Maynard might have some?

Pretty sure. Where else do you think would the parts he need come in from?

You think he’ll be fighting with his dad again? Kaleb laughed.

It’s always funny as hell, eh? Taylor agreed.

Their friend Maynard was a local auto mechanic that in fact, Taylor and Kaleb worked part time for. It was his dad who owned the shop, but it was another thing the fought about in a very complex relationship they had. Taylor and Kaleb usually worked weekends servicing cars making just enough to pay off the house’s bills. They hardly made any extra money.

I know we might get seen by one of J’s crew, but I’m only driving once today, and that’s for the lake. I don’t want waste gas when it just rose to seven fifty two per litre. I’m already paying forty bucks just to drive to the lake. Taylor stood up, but glared at Kaleb’s late reaction. I was thinking we’d go now.

Oh, Just one second. Kaleb ran up the steps to their room as told by the creaky floors. The pause between his set of steps wasn’t long and when they resumed, they resumed at their previous pace. He came back down the steps wearing J’s 59fifty hat over his long and wet hair. It was solid black with front of the cap containing a white wall with two Js on it, mirroring each other with two parallel lines cutting through the letters. What do you think? Kaleb asked.

Taylor shrugged. Looks good.

They both nodded awkwardly, and then took off through the back yards, very well knowing it to be the most secretive way to Maynard’s when the travel on foot down the street could trigger more useless encounters.

II

Fuck you and every carton of eggs that looks like you!

The boys arrived outside the mechanics garage just outside of their neighbourhood. This area looked safer then their block, but it still resembled a forgotten area. Other then a convenience store next door, the two businesses overlooked with a thread of authority to the region. The garage’s colour was faded while the bars along the windows of the big garage door were rusted and chipped. The glass looked like it was constantly washed due to the streaks running wildly over the windows. The place just scrapped by, but it’s been in that very spot for over fifty years.

Taylor knocked on the door. You there Maynard?

No one answered. Kaleb tried knocking, this time with more force and for a longer period of time.

Careful not to break the glass.

If it’s been up this long I’m sure…

His sentence was interrupted by the sound of glass shattering.

WAIT A MINUTE YOU FAG, I’M GETTIN’ FUCKIN’ DRESSED! Maynard shouted from inside.

IT’S KALEB AND TAYLOR! Kaleb shouted. He held the inside of the now broken frame as his yell was carried inside.

Oh. Maynard spoke, barely reaching the ears of Kaleb. Not at all Taylor’s. JUST A SEC.

Kaleb removed his hand from the pane, shrugging at Taylor like sight of vandalism was not his doing. Taylor saw through the streaky glass a three hundred pound, six foot four and messy blonde blob with a green collared shirt with cargo shorts.

He pulled up the big garage door. It folded up into six pieces, made unpleasant grinding noises, and realigned once it hid under the ceiling. A few pieces of rust chipped off of the metal, but it was nothing out of the ordinary when the door opened. I’m not fixing shit right now, I’m on my lunch. Maynard said, stretching up the bottom of the garage sill.

Relax; we just wanna talk for a bit. Kaleb said.

Oh okay, come in. Said Maynard, moving to the side.

The two boys stepped in as Maynard pulled down the garage door. More rust chipped off when it impacted the floor, but again, ordinary story.

You know one of the glass windows on the garage door is broken right? Kaleb brought up.

It’s one window, nobody cares.

Taylor laughed as they walked through the wide garage way.

The garage was just one big room with tool cabinets scattered around and five full-size lifts. Out of the five spaces reserved for cars, only two of them were taken. Maynard along with Taylor and Kaleb sat way up off the ground in two of the cars. Taylor and Kaleb sat in the left side of one car with all of the doors missing from its hinges while Maynard sat in the other tireless car.

When are you gonna stop working on your own cars and actually work on someone else’s? Kaleb asked teasingly. He worked here so he knew the poor income of the place. He couldn’t care less as long as he maintained his employment there with a decent pay check.

How about when you kiss my ass for the opportunity to advertise this place. Maynard responded with a restricted rocking of his head

Fuck that, do it yourself. Kaleb uttered.

His face bounced back to normal. You guys want anything? Maynard offered, grabbing a beer from the farther cup holder inside his vehicle.

We’re fine, thanks. Taylor said

Good ’cause I wasn’t gonna get down anyways.

Maynard showed off the keys he had to the vehicle. He turned on the electric components to the car and pulled out a CD of from within the middle compartment bin. Without even showing off the case, he quickly inserted the disc and started headbanging in advance. The first track of the disc (not unlike the rest) was melodic death metal.

Where the hell did you find this man? Kaleb asked, his chuckled from astonishment.

There was a public burning a few days ago. There was only one guy there so I said fuck it; I punched the guy him out, took what I could and hauled my ass back here.

How many did you get? Taylor asked.

Five, but they were all of the same copy. Maynard distorted towards the end at the gulp of refuelling. Fuck, I miss metal so much.

You should’ve bought CD’s like we did. Or actually like Taylor. Most of it is more darker and alternative-ish, but he’s got some pretty brutal stuff in there.

Taylor started laughing shortly. He called me a shmuck because he said a few years from now a few years ago, all the CDs in the world will be destroyed.

Kaleb shrugged at Maynard and he mirrored back at him. A few seconds of nothing but the CD playing and Kaleb tried imitating the beat of the track on the bar of the door hatch. The beat was going