White Soul

  WHITE

  SOUL

  Book 1

  of

  Martial Souls

  By:

  G. L. Rathweg

  Cover Art By:

  José Manuel

  Bethencourt Suárez

  Text copyright © 2020 by Gabriel L. Rathweg

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  To Maggie, you are my love, my heart, and my inspiration. You make me believe in love, life, and magic.

  (P.S. I love the kitties too.)

  TABLE OF CONTENTS

  INTRO TRACK – LOST CAUSE – REEL BIG FISH

  TRACK 1 – FEEL THE PAIN – DINOSAUR JR.

  TRACK 2 – WHO WANTS TO LIVE FOREVER – QUEEN

  TRACK 3 – UNTIL THE DAY I DIE – STORY OF THE YEAR

  TRACK 4 – REDBONE – CHILDISH GAMBINO

  TRACK 5 – SATELLITE – DAVE MATTHEWS BAND

  TRACK 6 – DRUNK GIRL – SOMETHING CORPORATE

  TRACK 7 – RIGHT ABOVE IT – LIL WAYNE, DRAKE

  TRACK 8 – FALL BACK DOWN – RANCID

  TRACK 9 – AND SHE WAS – TALKING HEADS

  TRACK 10 – CARRIED AWAY (TIESTO REMIX) – PASSION PIT, TIESTO

  TRACK 11 – DOWN UNDER – MEN AT WORK

  TRACK 12 – TRAMPOLINE – JIDENNA

  TRACK 13 –BICYCLE RACE (LANG RACE MIX) – BLUMCHEN

  TRACK 14 – DANCE THE NIGHT AWAY – VAN HALEN

  TRACK 15 – SYMPATHY FOR THE DEVIL – THE ROLLING STONES

  TRACK 16 – ALL NIGHT – BIG BOI

  TRACK 17 – FIGHT TEST – THE FLAMING LIPS

  TRACK 18 – STRONGER – KANYE WEST

  TRACK 19 – TIGER KINGDOM SPACE CAMP – GRIZ

  TRACK 20 – WHITE LINES – DURAN DURAN, GRANDMASTER FLASH AND THE FURIOUS FIVE, MELLE MEL

  TRACK 21 – RIGHT HERE, RIGHT NOW – FATBOY SLIM

  EPILOGUE TRACK – JUKE BOX HERO

  AFTERWORD

  SNEAK PEAK

  WHITE

  SOUL

  Book 1

  Of

  Martial Souls

  ANCIENT KOREAN STORY OF THE FOUNDING OF KOREA…

  Hwan-in, also known as Jeseok, who was the King of Heaven was asked by his son Hwan-ung to send him to earth to rule over his own land. Hwan-in studied all the lands of the earth. He looked over all the seas, oceans, forests, and mountains. In his infinite wisdom Hwan-in decided on mountains as the best place to send his son.

  Of those mountains the best was Mount Taebaek-san, the Grand White Mountain. With that decided he told his son and opened the gates of Heaven, sending him down for the benefit all of humanity.

  INTRODUCTION – LOST CAUSE – REEL BIG FISH

  What if you were born a loser, raised a loser, and lived your entire life as a loser. A sorry existence, right? Well, that is my story, the story of a loser. It started when my mom abandoned me when I was a child and that left me with my dad who was never around, so he basically abandoned me as well. That left me to be raised by my evil stepmom and two evil stepsiblings. But what if one day everything changed? What if one day someone offered you a chance out? A chance to be the person you always wanted to be. A chance to save yourself and save the world.

  That is exactly what happened to me, Hiro motha fucking Jones. That’s my name don’t wear it out. Until recently I was just your everyday below average at everything especially the looks department eighteen-year old punk ass bitch loser. My life was pretty much the antithesis of anything good. I was graduating high school this year, but I wasn’t walking because I did all my schoolwork from home in my grandma’s basement. I had had a few bullying incidents at school where it made it too embarrassing for me to show my face there.

  What kind of incidents? I don’t want to get into specifics, but I’ll just say the entire senior class has seen my gibbly bits. Anyway, my grandma was probably my only ray of sunshine in the thundercloud of shit that was my entire being and life. After I was abandoned by my mom my dad remarried an evil bitch and my grandma was the only good thing left. I ended up running away from my stepmom and stepsiblings after my stepbrother and stepsister tried to kill me for the tenth time.

  My granny was a saint and took me in at the tender age of twelve. Hence, living and completing the rest of my school career in her basement. The other thing was she was also an invalid. So, I took care of her at least as much as she did me. To be honest I probably would have killed myself a long time ago if hadn’t it been for her. Now, I wasn’t a complete shut-in because I couldn’t be. My grandma didn’t make enough in Social Security to support us both. Therefore, I had a part time job to make up the difference in funds.

  I had started working at the age of twelve doing the things that kids do to make money. There were plenty of lawns to mow and errands to run for old people in Florida. When I turned fifteen years old, I secured a real job at a local coffee shop because I was able to work legally then in the state. I had been working there as a janitor slash errand boy ever since.

  It was also the other ray of sunshine in my life. Cool Beans, that was the coffee shop’s name, had recently hired a new employee Tiffany. She was literally the most amazing, beautiful, intelligent, daring, the list goes on and on, girl I had ever seen let alone met in my entire life. She was also the one who changed my life forever. Because it was her that helped save my life and made it so that I or it would never be the same again…

  TRACK 1 – FEEL THE PAIN – DINOSAUR JR.

  “I said a large double whip frap no classic. You fucking dumbass. God, you are such a retard.” Nick, the owner’s son jeered.

  “Quit picking on Hiro, limp dick.” Tiffany called, coming out from the kitchen.

  “I’ll get you later bitch tits.” Nick hissed, so low only I could hear then turned a wide innocent smile to Tiffany. “Come on Tiff, you know I’m just teasing the chunky little twat.”

  “Ugh, I hate that word. Now, here’s your stupid chick drink. Get out of here before I tell your mom you were ogling me and touching yourself again.” Tiffany mocked, sticking her tongue out rudely to the big jock jerk.

  Nick turned red and purple faced but held his tongue and stalked out of the coffee shop. I couldn’t help myself and chortled at Tiffany then Nick stopped in his tracks. Without saying a word, he stalked back over and grabbed his coffee then turned and stomped back out. He kicked the door open and then paused, sending me a look that promised I’d regret this moment then he left.

  “Finally, that guy is such a douche. He thinks just because we hooked up one time that we’re an item.” Tiffany muttered.

  “You guys hooked up?” I asked, in my squeaky yet also nasally voice.

  “Awe, are you jealous Hiro? Yes, we hooked up a long time ago before I knew him. I mean Nick is a tool, but he is a good-looking tool. Anyway, how’s your love life? Any new women or men?” She asked, tossing me a wink to show she was kidding.

  I still got embarrassed though, turned beat red, and choked on my own spit. In turn, this caused me to cough loudly and uncontrollably. To her credit Tiffany laughed more with me than at me and came over and patted me on the back. When I could finally breath semi-normally again, we both laughed and then got to the tasks of closing up the shop for the night. I watched the beautiful girl go to the back and sighed qu
ietly, then went to the front door and turned the sign from open to closed.

  I took a moment and leaned my forehead against the cool metal of the door frame and closed my eyes. I pictured Tiffany, her long dark hair with its blonde roots which looked totally awesome on her. Her creamy white skin and bright blue eyes which I wasn’t sure if they were contacts or not fit her perfectly. Even the black eyeliner and lipstick which normally looked dumb on goth chicks was somehow hot on her. Some girls looked beautiful no matter what they did and couldn’t hide it. Tiffany was one of those girls.

  She dressed like a cross between a nineties punk rocker that went to a prep school and it worked. Today she was wearing a rough-cut plaid skirt with fishnet stockings and black Dock Martens. Her top was a ripped up white Lacoste polo which revealed her jet-black lace bra underneath and tone midriff. The way her panties peeked out from her slit skirt showed that it matched the top. I swallowed and shook my head then opened my eyes. One thing I was good at was my memory. As my man Ludacris would say, ‘from the tips of her manicured hands to her pedicured toes!’ I loved that guy.

  I just happened to glance in between the door blinds and the outside. Outlined perfectly by the setting sun was Nick. The prick was standing across the street and staring daggers at the shop, at me. My mouth went dry and all thoughts of Tiffany and my fantasies went out of my mind replaced by nightmares of Nick pounding my face in. With my memory I could see it clearly because it had happened over a dozen different times in my life each to varying degrees of pain and physical damage.

  My memory was what some would call photographic or eidetic. Neither was fully accurate because what I could do wasn’t really either of them. What I did was basically create a screen in my mind like a tv or computer monitor and then the scene would play out in my head exactly as it had happened in real life. Anyway, where was I? Oh yes, talking about how Nick had kicked my ass a bunch of times.

  The first time was my first day of kindergarten. That’s how long I had known the fucking asshole for. I had been minding my own business playing in the sandbox and had just built a three-story high sandcastle. It was a perfect rendition of my favorite cartoon at the time, He-Man’s Castle Grayskull. I was just putting the finishing touches on it when one of the girl kids in class saw my sand sculpture and called the rest of the class over to see it.

  That was my first Nick meeting. All the kids were oohing and aahing and the prick fuck couldn’t stand anyone else getting any attention but him. He stomped right through the gathered kids and took one look at me and my castle then gave me an evil scowl that turned into a twisted grin. It was then that I knew that evil and monsters were real things.

  Nick was the tender age of six when he first spit on me. He was held back a couple of years for being emotionally stunted. He turned and proceeded to leap up as high as his six-year old legs could carry him. He came down on my castle squealing in glee and wicked delight and continued to stomp all over my once beautiful creation.

  A minute later the rest of the class joined the big bully and started pointing and laughing at me with him. This started my downfall from society and my eventual self-isolation. There were more of these events but the next one that really took it up a notch was during our fourth-grade year. I attended a Catholic school so all of us wore uniforms. But you could still tell the rich from the poor and it was by our shoes. I was poor and wore some knock off Nikes called Mikes. Yeah, I was that kid and I got made fun of a lot.

  There was another girl that year, a transfer student from England, and all the guys were hot to trot for her. I was no different, so I chose to draw a picture for her. I had always been the artistic type. She had told us that her family had just come from Italy, Rome specifically so I drew a copy of the Sistine Chapel. I gave it to Evangeline, that was her name, during lunch break and at first it went just as I hoped it would have. She took it and exclaimed about how great it was and even gave me a hug.

  Then Nick the dick prick showed up behind her and placed his giant paw on her shoulder. I watched in horror as Evangeline’s face turned from grateful to a snake’s hissing fanged maw. She shared a look with Nick, and both burst out guffawing as she tore the picture in pieces and threw it in the air. Then the jerk grabbed me by my pants as I stood paralyzed as the drawing I so lovingly made fell to the ground in pieces. He didn’t care and gave me my first and worst ever wedgie.

  Somehow the rest of the class had gathered around as Nick pulled my tighty-whiteys up and into my butthole quickly followed by my taint, nuts, and penis. He jerked again and they all went up inside of me. At least, that’s what it felt like and once again my peers laughed, taunted, and ridiculed me with Nick the tiny limp dick asshole in the lead. I ran crying to my teacher but my fourth-grade teacher at the time was a harsh Catholic nun who just said to suck it up and that it builds character.

  I sat in the bathroom the rest of the day nursing my bruised, somewhat bloody, and rubbed raw bottom area till the bell rang. Thus, ended that debacle as I continued on to the next step of my journey to complete aloneness.

  The major event that really put the nail in my social coffin though was when I was in the sixth grade. It was about the time that boys are starting to think they are men. Well, Nick the prick and his cronies were no different. They always picked on me but that day they had been feeling a special type of nasty. Usually, Nick would follow me home from school with his little dick pricks behind him and they would jeer me and throw things at me. That day though, they took it further than they ever had before.

  Maybe something happened with the jerk’s family that day or maybe he was just an evil piece of shit. Either way they followed me the same as usual, but instead of letting me go home they grabbed me and dragged me to a vacant lot in the last cul-de-sac of the neighborhood. This had been scary as fuck to me and made me realize that day was going to be different. They were taking me to their base, their lair if you will. The vacant lot was surrounded by dense trees and they obscured the view and muffled the sounds from said vacant lot. The surrounding houses couldn’t see or hear what they did in there.

  Nick and his fuck wads had built a fort there and did their dirty deeds away from prying eyes and listening ears. I had never been here before Nick would never allow it so that made it even more terrifying. I started to struggle with all the strength I could muster. My arms were being held by Travis and Dave who were Nick’s left and right hands. They were redheaded twins and fit the stereotypes down to the shitty looking freckles on their pale soulless faces.

  The twins were stronger than me and held my arms tightly so no matter how much I tried I couldn’t get free. It didn’t stop me from giving it the old college try though and I started to pull even harder as I saw my new surroundings. There were spray painted obscenities everywhere. They were on the trees and on ghoulish totems of dead and dissected animals that were planted all around the area. Holy fuck I had thought, these guys were even sicker than I imagined. Rabbits, squirrels, and even bigger animals like cats and dogs were all around in a horrible tableau of evil.

  I recognized some as missing pets from around the neighborhood. Nick and his crew were even crazier than I previously thought. I felt the bile rise up in my throat and couldn’t help myself and vomited all over myself and my captors.

  “Ewww, nasty!” Dave yelled.

  “Fucking disgusting!” Travis screamed, almost in unison with his twin.

  They both let go of me and I used the opportunity to turn and run as fast as I could away from the horror.

  “Get him!” I heard Nick roar.

  It was ok because I was almost free. I wasn’t the fastest kid in the neighborhood, but fear lent a special kind of strength and speed to me and I felt like I was flying across the ground. Only another dozen yards and I would be out and free of the sheltering trees. I was almost there and could see the road. I was going to make it. The boys were yelling behind me and I could hear them, but they were too far away to catch me.

  A smile burst out acr
oss my face as I kept my limbs pumping away determined not to stop till I was safely inside my house with the door locked behind me. Never again would I leave. Never again would I let this happen. I promised this to myself. The promise one makes when they are sure they have just survived a life or death situation.

  But my elation was short lived because a moment later the breath flew from my lungs and my side blossomed in pain. I had just enough clarity of mind to see Nick had caught up to me and had hit me with a flying tackle from my blindside. We flew through the air and then hit the ground, me first with the big fucker on top. I felt as if all of my ribs had been crushed. I was wrong at the time and only half of them had been broken I would later find out.

  It was that moment as the pain became unbearable and my body chose to blackout, that Nick hissed something at me that I could just barely hear.

  “That’s what you get you little faggot bitch.” Nick hissed.

  That was the last thing I remembered.

  THUD… THUD… THUD… THUD…

  My mind awoke to meaty thud after meaty thud resonating throughout my being. I didn’t know where I was or what was going on. Just the thump after horrid thump. Flashes came to me of being dragged back to the center of their fort. Once I was there, they had taken turns kicking and punching me. That’s what the thumping sound had been, them hitting me. When they finally finished, I didn’t know. What I did know was that it was dark when I came to alone, bleeding, and broken of body. But not my mind or spirit.

  They had taken me and thrown my unconscious body by the old quarry down by the lake. I imagined their intention was to make it look like I had fallen from the top of the quarry and that’s how I had ended up the way I was. Which was broken bones in my arms, legs, ribs, feet, hands, head, and basically everywhere. I was in horrible shape.