How Lost Should Have Ended

LOST
if it had been written by Jim Blow
*possible Spoilers exist*

The entire series of Lost starts with Jack opening his eyes.
The entire series ends with the team jumping around through time after white flashes, that the show never entirely has them stop.
Well let's be real, the last two season of LOST were a flop on what originated as the greatest show ever made. (why a flop? We can get to my review another day. But basically they had to close on something they hadn't considered. So we got a whole lot all at once. People controlling the island, people who knew about the island, people switching teams left and right, a whole flipping city full of people who have apparently been just chilling here--some of which were on the original plane!--then there was a horrible explanation to the black smoke, and so on.) So here's where my idea comes into play.

One last white flash, and we see Jack open his eyes, he goes tearing through the jungle, and when he comes out of the trees, he sees the plane crash. We end the series back where we started.

Academy of Heroes 10

Legend has it, there's a school for the truly gifted. For those who want to be heroes.

But a scale has two sides. And where there's good, there must be evil.

Legend has it, there's a school for the truly gifted. For those who want to be villains.

The heroes-in-training were called Eldritch

And the villains-to-be, Obviators

Jim Blow's VILLAIN ACADEMY p5

Flynn walked innocently down the street. He took a deep breath of the fresh morning air. Everything was still around him. Pulling the straps of his backpack tighter over his broad shoulders, Flynn couldn't help but take another breath. The trees lining his walkway rustled slightly in the breeze, and the flowers surrounding the trees' trunks seemed to grow before Flynn's eyes, feasting on the warm sunlight that seeped through the over-hanging tree branches to grasp hold of the Easter-colored petals. Flynn looked down at the green, green grass that covered the ground from one part of land to the next. It was soft, neatly trimmed, and as comfortable as a well-feathered pillow. The scene almost looked animated in how majestic and calm everything was. A cheery bicyclist nodded to Flynn as he passed. Flynn stopped a moment, bending so his face was close to the ground. He examined the small stem of what was to become a brilliant yellow tulip. There was so much potential in yet this tiny bud. At first glance, the plant may have seemed as a thorn among roses, but Flynn's key eye understood that this wasn't a thorn in the roses, but a future sight to behold. The morning sun poured downward upon Flynn's back. In his t-shirt, shorts, and sandals, Flynn wasn't hot beneath the sun's gaze, but rather he felt lifted. Rising again to his full height at nearly six feet, Flynn thought there had never been a morning as peaceful or beautiful as this one. But whether that was so or not, Flynn wasn't enjoying himself like he was before. The fragrance of the day was dampened, somehow. The hope instilled in the sprouting tulip was diminished. Nothing here held the effects they once had. Everything was grayer, and less impressive. Sighing, Flynn walked across the fresh grass, stepping on the tulip as he went. None of it really mattered anymore. He'd killed the heroes and the villains of the story.

Little did Flynn know, the morning was fleeting, and soon the scene that had brought him joy and comfort would strip his mind of anything but remorse and discomfort. For as Flynn took another deep breath of spring air, a black car rumbled down the street toward him. There were three men in this car, and they weren't enjoying the morning like Flynn was. In fact, they were armed. These men were about to wreck the wonderful day for Flynn--and they'd step on the small, sprouting tulip that Flynn had foreseen an instilled hope wherewith.

Yes, little did Flynn know that Obviators were in their recruiting season.
Not all of them had been killed, and now they wanted Flynn to join them because he was a hero. He'd defeated all of the villains, and they wanted him to join them. Besides, the villains would rise again someday.
For now, all was well.

Academy of Heroes 9

Legend has it, there's a school for the truly gifted. For those who want to be heroes.

But a scale has two sides. And where there's good, there must be evil.

Legend has it, there's a school for the truly gifted. For those who want to be villains.

The heroes-in-training were called Eldritch

And the villains-to-be, Obviators

Jim Blow's VILLAIN ACADEMY p4

Flynn tore out of the Overseer's office. He made his way down to the plane hanger. A stack of boxes sat against a wall where they'd been unloaded to. Tears streaming from his face, Flynn tore the lid off one of the boxes. Inside was several packages of neatly packed explosives. Flynn pulled several of them out. He ran about the Eldritch base, throwing the bombs everywhere he could. He'd bring the Academy down on top of itself. As the base blew to pieces behind him, Flynn jumped in one of the Eldritch aircrafts.
Taking off away from the exploding base, Flynn couldn't help but think back.
Everything had happened so fast. He hadn't understood any of it. The goodguys were the badguys who destroyed the badguys who were actually goodguys, and the whole world thought the badguys were the goodguys when actually it was the other way around, and the goodguys were actually the badguys. Perhaps the badguys had done some good things, but the goodguys had done some bad, too. And the goodguys who were actually badguys did both good and bad things. However, the badguys who were actually goodguys also did both good and bad things.
So who was who?
What was what?
Flynn rubbed his sleeve against his face, mopping up his confused tears. The Eldritch and Obviators were both gone, and nobody would ever know. There were no Villains anymore, but that meant there were no Heroes anymore, either. Flynn had helped the wrong team to win. But things weren't righted now.
Now there wasn't a society of good-doing Heroes.

Academy of Heroes 8

Legend has it, there's a school for the truly gifted. For those who want to be heroes.

But a scale has two sides. And where there's good, there must be evil.

Legend has it, there's a school for the truly gifted. For those who want to be villains.

The heroes-in-training were called Eldritch

And the villains-to-be, Obviators

Jim Blow's VILLAIN ACADEMY p3

"Who dares disrupt my lunchbreak?" The Overseer bellowed.
Flynn immediately shrunk back, wishing he'd never asked Jed to bring him here.
Jed nudged Flynn forward.
"We found this kid at the Obviator's camp. They were trying to inaugurate him." Jed explained.
"Jed told me that I could be an Eldritch." Flynn said just louder than a whisper.
"Ha! And you can!" The Overseer smiled, turning to face Flynn for the first time.
Flynn perked up. "How!?"
The Overseer scratched at his chin. "Follow me, little boy."
Flynn picked himself up and ran after the Overseer, who marched out of the room.
Jed flashed Flynn a thumbs up. Secretly, though, Jed knew what was about to happen.
There weren't spots on the Eldritch team open.
The Overseer would have to break it to the kid that he couldn't be a Hero.
Heroism isn't for everybody.
Flynn followed the Overseer into another room.
"This is my personal office, Flynn." The Overseer said, moving to a desk.
"It's impressive," Flynn said honestly, curious if he was about to be turned into a hero.
"However, I'm afraid you can't be a hero."
"Wh-Why not!?"
"We don't have room for anymore. And, we aren't heroes to begin with."
"What do you mean?" Flynn asked, stumbling backward.
The Overseer tossed a pin to Flynn. On it was the word: Obviator.
"I'm afraid you just found yourself among the villains. Isn't the world so much better without the heroes? Too bad you never took Zed's offer. Yes, I know the one. Ha! If only you knew how twisted the scales really are."

Academy of Heroes 7

Legend has it, there's a school for the truly gifted. For those who want to be heroes.

But a scale has two sides. And where there's good, there must be evil.

Legend has it, there's a school for the truly gifted. For those who want to be villains.

The heroes-in-training were called Eldritch

And the villains-to-be, Obviators

Jim Blow's VILLAIN ACADEMY p2

"This is the ropes course," Jed explained, showing Flynn into a large room set with long ropes several feet off the ground.
"What is it I'm supposed to do in here, exactly?" Flynn asked, looking at the mass of rope.
"This is where we train...Heroes, kid."
Flynn gasped, looking at the room. "So this is where Heroes are made?"
"What's better than being the Knight, Wizard, or Hero?" Jed asked rhetorically. "It's being the one who creates them."
Flynn frowned. "And who is it that makes them?"
"The Overseer," Jed smirked. "He's the one that trains us."
"Do you think that I could--"
"Meet him? Sure. Follow me. You'll love it here with the Eldritch, Flynn."
Flynn smiled. This place was everything he'd ever dreamed it would be. Heroes were made in this place, and now he was going to be made in to one.

Academy of Heroes 6

Legend has it, there's a school for the truly gifted. For those who want to be heroes.

But a scale has two sides. And where there's good, there must be evil.

Legend has it, there's a school for the truly gifted. For those who want to be villains.

The heroes-in-training were called Eldritch

And the villains-to-be, Obviators

Jim Blow's VILLAIN ACADEMY p1

Flynn stepped off of the Eldritch airship. He looked all around, noticing all of the scenery before him. This was the Academy. Here was where all Heroes were trained. Of course, there wasn't much use for them now. This was cause for Flynn to stop.
"What will you do now?" Flynn asked.
"What do you mean?" Jed asked, carrying a crate off of the ship.
"The Obviators are all gone. What will the Eldritch do when there aren't anymore villains to face?" Flynn explained.
Jed just laughed and walked away. Flynn furrowed his brow, hurrying after the others. They stopped in some sort of dining hall. Jed stood up on the table in front of all the others.
"Our Victory Feast is in an hour. Do what it is we do until then." Jed announced.
Everybody nodded, and moments later the room was cleared. Flynn approached Jed unsuredly.
"What do you want me to do?" Flynn asked.
"Well, Flynn, come with me. I'll show you the ropes." Jed responded.

Academy of Heroes 5

Legend has it, there's a school for the truly gifted. For those who want to be heroes.

But a scale has two sides. And where there's good, there must be evil.

Legend has it, there's a school for the truly gifted. For those who want to be villains.

The heroes-in-training were called Eldritch

And the villains-to-be, Obviators

Jim Blow's HERO ACADEMY p5

Flynn walked around the warehouse.

Eldritch men were scouring the grounds.

The bodies of Obviators strewn the grounds.

Stopping, Flynn swallowed and looked down. Zed was on the ground, looking up into the sky. Life had escaped between his open lips.
"What's your name, kid?" a man behind Flynn asked.
Flynn turned around. "I'm Flynn."
The man nodded, smiling. Shaking Flynn's hand, the man said, "I'm Jed. Son, how would you like to join the Eldritch?"
Gaping, Flynn nodded, unable to find the words to describe how much this all meant to him.
He had just been invited to join the Eldritch.
Flynn was going to the Academy.
Heroism was now Flynn's destiny. The Obviators were no more.
Now there was only the Eldritch, and Flynn was one of them.

Academy of Heroes 4

Legend has it, there's a school for the truly gifted. For those who want to be heroes.

But a scale has two sides. And where there's good, there must be evil.

Legend has it, there's a school for the truly gifted. For those who want to be villains.

The heroes-in-training were called Eldritch

And the villains-to-be, Obviators

Jim Blow's HERO ACADEMY p4

"All right!" Flynn screamed. "I'll help you."

Zed nodded, turning the blender off. "I hoped you'd change your mind. Today's you're lucky day, Mr. Flynn. You can join the Obviators and keep all of your fingers."

Flynn let out a deep breath of air. He was sweating, and his heart beat against his chest like a mallet on a tough drum.

Zed stood up and left the room, promising to return shortly. As soon as he was gone, Flynn stood up. He'd tied his share of knots, and he recognized--and freed himself from--these makeshift knots rather quickly. As soon as he was free of his binding, Flynn stood up and made a break for the open door.

He'd been right about the body of water, and less right about somebody using the bathroom. This warehouse was placed right beside some lake. Flynn could guess what lake it was, but he had no idea what town he was in.

Just then a plane swooped overhead. Zed looked over at Flynn with a look of pained agony.

"So much for our plans," Zed cried. "The Eldritch are here."

Flynn's gaze shot from his captor to the plane. Something big was about to go down.

"You should've helped us, Flynn. I think you'll find soon enough that you've made a huge mistake." Zed tried, pulling out a weapon and running away.

"Don't count on it," Flynn smiled, watching in amazement as ropes were thrown from the plane, and Eldritch soldiers jumped out. "The heroes are here, Zed."

Academy of Heroes 3

Legend has it, there's a school for the truly gifted. For those who want to be heroes.

But a scale has two sides. And where there's good, there must be evil.

Legend has it, there's a school for the truly gifted. For those who want to be villains.

The heroes-in-training were called Eldritch

And the villains-to-be, Obviators

Jim Blow's HERO ACADEMY p3

"I'll never help you!" Flynn shouted.

Zed looked displeased. He turned away from Flynn for a moment. This had been an issue with people they'd recruited in the past. Zed, himself, had been in the same chair saying the same things as Flynn was now.

"Look, kid," Zed frowned, rubbing his temples with his fingers. "We're asking a small role in the operation. That's it. Then you can go back to your botanist reserves."

Flynn's eyes thinned to slits as he looked upon his bald captor with bear and honest scrutiny. In addition to the water Flynn had been able to hear before was the song of free birds.

"The world would collapse without the Eldritch, you Obviator scum!" Flynn spat.

Zed sighed. Flynn didn't have any idea who he was really standing up for, or why.

"That's right Flynn, we're the treacherous villains. And right now, I'm going to cut you a nice deal. Or perhaps I'll just cut you." Zed continued, "The villains will win this one, Flynn. Are you in or out?"

"I'll never help you!" Flynn shouted again.

Zed nodded, walking away. He returned moments later with a kitchen blender. Flynn watched as the Obviator plugged the blender in to a panel in the warehouse wall. Then Zed moved the blender so that it was right next to the front left leg of Flynn's chair.

"You don't need both you're hands to help us," Zed whispered. "If you won't help us now, you may be a little more understanding without the distraction of so many extremities."

Flynn swallowed. The morning had been a walk in the park--literally--and now Flynn was about to lose his hand to an evil organization because he defended a good organization, and in all actuality Flynn wasn't sure either organization was even real.

Zed looked at Flynn, raising an eyebrow. When Flynn still remained silent, Zed shrugged and pushed the "blend" button with his fat index finger.

Academy of Heroes 2

Legend has it, there's a school for the truly gifted. For those who want to be heroes.

But a scale has two sides. And where there's good, there must be evil.

Legend has it, there's a school for the truly gifted. For those who want to be villains.

The heroes-in-training were called Eldritch

And the villains-to-be, Obviators

Jim Blow's HERO ACADEMY p2

"Good morning, Flynn." a man with a deep voice began. "Sorry about your head, but we needed you to come with us."

Flynn blinked in the darkened warehouse. He couldn't be completely sure where he was. There was a sound of rushing water nearby, which meant this warehouse was near some body of water. Or somebody was using the restroom rather loudly.

"Flynn, you've been studying the scale of good and evil for sometime. How much do you know about the Obviators and the Eldritch?"

Recognizing the forces being spoken of, Flynn looked up. The man who was talking to him had a bald head and a long, pointed nose. Happiness was absent from the man's wrinkled face, and it looked like this horrible kidnapper hadn't taken a moment to observe the morning like Flynn had.

"Not very much," Flynn began slowly. His speech was slurred, and his head pounded loudly in his ears. "Forces of good and evil. It's a battle that's been raging for centuries."

The man nodded slowly. "Well, Flynn, welcome to the Obviators. I'm Zed."

Flynn frowned. "But you're the villains!"

Zed chuckled slightly, shrugging his shoulders. "And isn't that interesting."

"So what am I doing here?" Flynn asked. His head had stopped throbbing, but some pain was still present. He realized then that his hands were bound behind the small metal chair he was sitting on.

"The Eldritch have grown powerful. The scale is tipping. So, we need to rise to face them. But, we Obviators are growing old. We can't match like we used to. That's where you come in. We're moving to end the Eldritch once and for all. And you, Flynn, will help us."

Academy of Heroes 1

Legend has it, there's a school for the truly gifted. For those who want to be heroes.

But a scale has two sides. And where there's good, there must be evil.

Legend has it, there's a school for the truly gifted. For those who want to be villains.

The heroes-in-training were called Eldritch

And the villains-to-be, Obviators

Jim Blow's HERO ACADEMY p1

Flynn walked innocently down the street. He took a deep breath of the fresh morning air. Everything was still around him. Pulling the straps of his backpack tighter over his broad shoulders, Flynn couldn't help but take another breath. The trees lining his walkway rustled slightly in the breeze, and the flowers surrounding the trees' trunks seemed to grow before Flynn's eyes, feasting on the warm sunlight that seeped through the over-hanging tree branches to grasp hold of the Easter-colored petals. Flynn looked down at the green, green grass that covered the ground from one part of land to the next. It was soft, neatly trimmed, and as comfortable as a well-feathered pillow. The scene almost looked animated in how majestic and calm everything was. A cheery bicyclist nodded to Flynn as he passed. Flynn stopped a moment, bending so his face was close to the ground. He examined the small stem of what was to become a brilliant yellow tulip. There was so much potential in yet this tiny bud. At first glance, the plant may have seemed as a thorn among roses, but Flynn's key eye understood that this wasn't a thorn in the roses, but a future sight to behold. The morning sun poured downward upon Flynn's back. In his t-shirt, shorts, and sandals, Flynn wasn't hot beneath the sun's gaze, but rather he felt lifted. Rising again to his full height at nearly six feet, Flynn thought there had never been a morning as peaceful or beautiful as this one.

Little did Flynn know, the morning was fleeting, and soon the scene that had brought him joy and comfort would strip his mind of anything but remorse and discomfort. For as Flynn took another deep breath of spring air, a black car rumbled down the street toward him. There were three men in this car, and they weren't enjoying the morning like Flynn was. In fact, they were armed. These men were about to wreck the wonderful day for Flynn--and they'd step on the small, sprouting tulip that Flynn had foreseen an instilled hope wherewith.

Yes, little did Flynn know that Obviators were in their recruiting season.

Adventure of Timo

Timo is a fictional character created and owned by Jim Blow. He is an infant who is wiser than most adults.

Timo looked upward, clenching and unclenching his tiny prepubescent hands. That was it! The horrible mechanical monster had bested him for the last time. Timo was sick and tired of the rectangular box eating all of his bread. The horrible machine sucked up his bread and then refused to return it for several minutes. Finally, Timo would wack it with his wooden spoon, and the horrible creature would spit his bread out, but the bread would often be black, or solid. That wouldn't do, Timo preferred his bread to be soft and chewable for his three tiny teeth.

The young child glared at his reflection in the metallic box. It had eaten his breakfast for the last time. Timo tightened the blanket cape that hung around his neck, and gave his space goggles a tightening--though they still were too big for him. With that, Timo grabbed his wooden spoon, and launched himself onto the counter.

With one large swoosh, Timo wacked the bread-eating monster with his spoon. The creature gave a horrible groaning noise, before keeling over, falling from the counter top. Its tail shot sparks as it went. When the monster landed on the floor, it squealed and launched Timo's bread out, coughing up a large cloud of smoke.

Timo had won!

Just then Timo's mom walked in. "Timo!" his mom shrieked, pointing at the beast. "Did you kill that?"

Timo nodded proudly. His mom just frowned. "Darn it Timo! Now I have to get another one!"

That didn't make sense, who would want a new monster? When one is slain, the people should be happy, not upset. This was out of the normal. His mom must be one of the alien fiends!

Timo's mom pulled out her phone. "Honey? Yeah, we need to buy a new toaster."

Playing Reality

Author's Note: I had a crazy dream last night up on a camp out. Directing this play, some things happened. I've tweeked it, and put it here in a story.

--Jim Blow

Playing Reality

Director Charles Everton stepped off the stage, calling for the play to be done from the top. The actors on stage groaned. They'd been rehearsing for hours, and were in dire need of a break. Charles didn't listen, this was his play, and it was going to be perfect! He'd written the play himself, and loved it.

The play was another Cinderella spin-off. Currently, the scene being rehearsed was of the Prince finding Cinderella. She was down among the lentils, that hadn't been picked up yet.

Lights dimmed, and the scene played.

"My dearest Cinderella! It is you!" Prince Charming exclaimed.

"Yes." Cinderella said, smiling.

Prince Charming stepped toward his bride-to-be. His foot landed on the lentils, and he slipped. With a hard thud, the actor landed on his crown.

The play stopped. People rushed to the actor's aid. With a little help, he stood up.

"Who are you?" he asked, holding his pounding head.

"Us? We're the Stage Crew! Are you all right?" one crew member asked.

"Stage Crew? What is that? My name is Prince Charming! I demand to be released. Stand back you fiends!"

With that the actor jumped to his feet, swishing his pretend sword through the air, and turned around. In a flash he had grabbed Cinderella and fled the stage.

The assistant director ran up to the director. "What just happened? What do we do?"

Charles Everton shook his head. "When Charming hit his head, he must have become dillusional. He now believes he is actually Prince Charming, and not just an actor!"

Flippy the Elf

Author's Note: You may be asking yourself, "Self, why is Jim Blow making up excuses about some elf? Why not just take responsibility like a man and say he forgot?"
Great Question!
You might also wonder why Jim doesn't like a Parfait. Because, according to a very particular annoying donkey, everyone likes parfait.
Dumb Question!
You must also be curious as to why this website is so empty.
Ridiculous Question! (If you would comment asking for other things, then you would get something besides Ace&Stuart.)
This week's post is about Flippy the Elf--and how he is SO not made up. Hope you enjoy.
(Please comment for my sanity, I'm starting to feel lonely here in my cardboard box with Flippy.)

--Jim Blow

Last week's post came a day late, so this is a day early.

Flippy the Elf

How he came to be Jim's Apprentice.

(Can I restart?)

Flippy the Elf: Rides Again.
(Can I restart one last time?)

Flippy the Elf Becomes An Apprentice--For like, a week--to someone incredibly handsome and cool.

Flippy The Elf sat in his small cage, slaving away. He was quite a useless creature, and nobody wanted to buy him because of his hideousness ears. They came up to points, but then sagged off to either side. His brother was to blame.

 Flippy's younger brother, Floppy, only had one arm. With his one arm he would hang on to his older brother's ear. This made Flippy's extraordinary ear sag. Well, now it just looked ridiculous! Like a rabbit. With one ear up and the other down, the Elf family was shamed.

*shame!*

Thus Flippy's father, Flappy, took off Floppy's arm, and attached it on the other side of his body. (This is not gruesome, for Floppy was actually part lego. It came from his mother's side. Who was his mother? Fluppy? Of course not! Her name was Ariah.)

Now that Floppy had an arm on his other side, he begun hanging on Flippy's other ear. Now both ears were equal. To stop any further injustice to his son's ears, Flappy took Floppy's arm off, and threw him in the discard pile. Thus Floppy became that annoying useless lego character with no arms, and the only thing he really can do, is be eaten by lego sharks. That's an enjoyable thing to see. So, Floppy became professional bait. (It's a real job. My neighbor took the job a few years ago, asked me to take his newspapers for him while he was gone. Though I'm starting to get worried because that was ten years ago. Don't suppose anything happened to him...)

This story isn't about the olympic gold medalist Floppy, this is about Flippy The stupid Elf. (The stupid isn't capitalized, and therefore isn't always part of his name.)

Well, Flippy wasn't always in that cage, slaving away, and being for sale. He once had a love. With his brother gone, Filppy grew up--well, everything but his ears, they stayed low.

Anyway, Flippy fell in love with a girl named Nab. He liked everything about her--except her name. When she refused to change it, Flippy left her. She called the police, saying awful things about Flippy. (Nab was a princess in her own mind, and no one was to treat her the way Flippy had.)

Thus the poor Flippy was thrown behind bars. He slaved away making "For Sale" signs, which were to be hung in front of his cage.

Then one day an author made the worst mistake of his life. He bought Flippy. (Yes, that was me.)

To test Flippy, the author made him organize the rooms and rooms full of old newspapers, which he'd been collecting for his friend. (The professional shark bait guy.)

Flippy passed. Not.

At this point it didn't matter. When the author tried to return Flippy, he was Payed to keep the Elf. It was a reasonable check. Well, until the Elf got a screwdriver. The thing reeked havoc in Jim's home.

With that, Jim sucked it up--bought new pillows and a new laptop--and posted Flippy on craigslist.

He's still there. Please take him.

Apt with the Arm

Author's Note: Saturdays are the new release date. Why? Because Saturday is a Special Day. Plus since I still have a life, that's my one day off. Although Saturdays are the release date, it doesn't mean another adventure will come out each Saturday for the same stories. This Saturday I'm taking a short break from The Adventures of Ace & Stuart to bring you another new story.

This new story is called Apt With The Arm. A challenge I took while on a business trip in Narnia led to the bringing about of this short story. I don't particularly care if you like the story line or not for this new story. You can't do anything about it. Why? Because I'm an Author, what I say is law.

Still, I hope you enjoy it for the sake of my own sanity. (Something that may be long gone anyway.)

--Jim Blow

Apt With The Arm

By Jim Blow

The people of the small city never asked for any trouble. They lived next to the mountains, and lived completely ordinary lives. Their governor was an ordinary guy, and everybody loved him. Then one day a spaceship crash landed in the city. A male baby was inside. An old couple raised the child, and when he was old enough, they sent him off to school. That’s where people first started poking fun at him.

“Hey weirdo! Alien! Yeah, you! Why are you so weird!” A bully called out.

From that day on, the poor kid knew he was different. He’d never even realized it before. He had one more arm than everyone else. This made him a very good rock climber, and since the town was so close to the mountains, he spent much of his time there. He won competitions easily, but after a few competitions, the people decided not to let him win, because of his unfair advantage with the extra arm. There were a lot of perks to having one more arm than everyone else, but one day, it just became too hard. His adopted parents died, and he was a social outcast.

So, he joined the circus. It was a good life there. People thought he was a freak, but among the circus, he belonged. He travelled all over the country with the circus, doing juggling acts, or just standing and letting people gawk at his extra arm.

One day, a moustached man approached him after the circus performance, and asked if he’d join him. So, the extra-armed alien agreed to join the man with the handle bar moustache.

They sat together in an old stinky apartment. By now, the moustached man had introduced himself as The Terrific and Splendid Marvin. Marvin said he would call the deformed alien Ben. Ben had never had a name before. This excited him greatly, and so Ben readily accepted Marvin as his friend.

“My dear Ben, I have something great for us to do! It is fantastic! Just fit for The Terrific and Splendid Marvin, and his plus one named Ben!” Marvin exclaimed. “Here’s the spill.”

Marvin proceeded to tell Ben about his brand new scheme. They were going to rob a bank. Marvin produced two bandit hats, and the two snuck out at night, and went to the city bank. Alone Marvin wasn’t able to break into the prison, so he let Ben do it. Ben was apt for the mission since he had that extra arm. In no time the twosome had robbed the bank, and were running away from the police. They made it safely back to the apartment. Thus began Ben’s life of crime. His extra arm made it just too easy. Unfortunately he was the only person on the planet with an extra arm, so cops soon had a warrant out for his arrest, knowing he was the alien.

One fateful crime, it all changed for Ben.

Marvin came to Ben, and told him about his brilliant new scheme, to rob the museum of their prized new jewel. They snuck out together, and placed a ladder against the side of the museum. Ben helped Marvin up the ladder with the help of the extra arm, and soon the bandits were on the museum’s roof. Marvin instructed Ben to pry open the hatch that--luckily--was placed right over the diamond. With ease Ben pried off the hatch, and lowered his employer down in. Marvin quickly swiped the diamond, and Ben hoisted him back up. It was a simple job, but they’d be rich.

Marvin and Ben ran like they’d never run before. Then, they came to a giant fence. The cops were right on their tails. Ben helped Marvin up, and then cried for Marvin to help him up. Unfortunately Marvin saw that he no longer needed Ben. He’d only needed him to help him become rich, and now he was. So, with a wink, Marvin jumped off the fence, and left Ben forever.

Marvin used his money to disappear and be free. He could buy almost anything he desired. He got a sweet in a fancy hotel, and had wine every night. He had enormous meals, and comfy rooms. Life was going good for the Terrific and Splendid Marvin. He never thought about Ben again. He just didn’t care. His selfish behavior brought him no great happiness. He always thought he was happy, but he wasn’t really. He would never know what true happiness was.

Ben on the other hand sunk to his knees after being betrayed by the person he thought was his friend. When the cops came, they shot him on the spot. Life was better for everyone it seemed--except for Ben, whose life ended--and all was at peace. No longer was there a criminal in the world that had one more arm than everyone else. A month later, an autopsy was being performed on Ben. Using the developed science they had, people were able to find out a great deal about the alien named Ben. They found the noticeable things, the things nobody could ever know, and the strange phenomenon of the extra arm.

A research scientist came to collect all the data on Ben. The coroner gave it to him.

Ben (the extra armed alien)

Eyes: blue weight: 175 pounds

Hair: short black Organs: in order

Height: 5’ 11’’ Arms: two

The scientist thanked the coroner, and left.