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- Story Listed as: Fiction For Teens
- Theme: Science Fiction
- Subject: Adventure
- Published: 09/05/2010
THE WATCH (Part Two): OSAMA SURRENDERS!
Born 1958, M, from Baltimore, Maryland, United States(Note that this story is published in multiple parts. Please read Part One first.)
OSAMA BIN LADEN SURRENDERS
"While reading the Sunday Sun paper front page, I noticed 12 American soldiers were killed in a roadside car bombing today. Every time I see our soldiers being killed, I say it is Time for me to put a stop to this war, Emax."
"What are you going to do Michael?"
"I am going to do something that no one else can do. I am going to find Osama Bin Laden. Once I am through with him he will turn himself in. Hopefully this will end the war. If not, I will have to think of something else."
"Where are you going to find him?"
"Well, in the newspaper they say he may be hiding out in the Afghanistan mountain borders between Pakistan. He is hiding inside the mountain. The only way for me to find him is to be the air that he breathes. I will manifest as air in the mountains of Afghanistan. Okay Emax, let's go."
So I transported myself to the country of Afghanistan. Throughout the mountain range, I turn myself into air, seeking him. But it will take awhile before I can sense him. 3 1/2 hours have passed. "Emax, I think I have found him. He is about 600 meters under the Pakistan border which links Afghanistan. He is in a bunker with an estimated 60 soldiers guarding him. It seems he has placed C-4 explosives in and out of the bunker. It should not take me too long to disable all of the detonators."
I put those soldiers to sleep. He is in a Room with 2 soldiers. I transport myself into the room where he lives, cloaking myself, and shielding me with a impregnable field. Then I materialize in the room. The soldiers pull out their weapons and start to fire at me. None of the Bullets penetrate the field. Then I immobilize them. I walk up to Osama Bin Laden, where he is hiding underneath his desk. He stands up and looks at me and says, "who are you?". I answered, "I am here to take you back to America. You are responsible for the crime of killing over 3000 American citizens in the World Trade Center bombing and supplying and organizing terrorist activities throughout the middle East."
He looked at me and said, "You are nothing but one man. I will not be taken by you". He laughed out loud and pointed his AK-47, firing at me, he emptied the entire round. After the smoke cleared, he looked at me in amazement and started to shake his head back in forth saying, "no, no, you are dead". He was so afraid.
I looked at him and said, "Do you know what I can do to you? I can make you disappear with a thought. But the war in Iraq will still go on. All I want you to do is to call all your people and tell them to surrender to America and their Allies". He told me, if I killed him, his soldiers would continue to fight and die for Allah. I said, "Yes! I know that. If that happens you and your soldiers everywhere will suddenly disappear and no one will ever know where you have gone".
Osama said, "You have the power to do that?".
"Yes. I can transport you to the moon. There is no air up there to breathe. I do not wish to kill all of you, but this killing must stop, one way or the other. It is up to you. If you do not believe me, check this out. With a blink of my eye we are in the city of Sidney, Australia."
"Hey, it is true. I am really here. You are Allah! Yes, you can report that I will do as you say my lord."
Then I transported him back to his cave. He went to the transmitter and sent a coded message to stop fighting. "But my lord! My second Lieutenant, Omar, might not believe me. He might think that I was forced into sending the message."
"Mmm that might be a problem. Give me the location where he is. And, Osama, please call me Michael, 'Oh! Lord' has played out a long time ago.
We will transport there so you can see him face-to-face."
We transported to a similar underground storage bunker. They transversed throughout the mountain. No wonder the American forces could not find them. We appeared in a large conference room, mapped out in a strategic fashion. There were 15 or more officers talking about plans of attack. There was Omar. He was an old man about 55-60 years old. He looks like a man who might be hard to deal with, but I have a plan. We walked in and he was surprised to see Osama, and asked if he had escaped.
"No." He replied. I have someone here to talk to you. Do me a favor, Omar, listen to him?"
He turned around, looked at me, and said, "who are you"?
I replied, "My name is Michael".
"You are an American. We don't trust you. You so-called Americans kill many innocent people. Why I should listen to what you have to say?"
"I am here only for peace between our two nations".
Omar laughed out loud. "What do you mean, peace, we tried to negotiate in Iraq. All we heard is promise this promise that, nothing happened; our people are starving to death. The Shiite militia will continue to fight." "I don't think that's a good idea. I can help your people live a better life. Food, clean drinking water, but this killing must stop."
"You talk a good talk, but I don't believe you." Omar pulled out his revolver and aimed it at me. "I will kill you where you stand". He looked at me. All I saw was anger in his eyes. With a thought, I can make him disappear forever, but the problem still exists. So I let him shoot me twice in the chest. I fell back on the floor.
He walked up to my body and stooped down and looked in my eyes. He said, "You have nothing, you are only a Black American trying to prove something. For a moment, I almost believed you." I looked in his eyes and smiled. Then he pulled out his machete and cut off my head. He throws it over the table, and says to Osama, "Are you crazy bringing him here to our secret location? What's wrong with you?"
"No, he is the real Allah. Look over there... is he dead?"
Omar turned around to look at the body that he had killed. His eyes were open wide and he asked, "Where is he?".
"I tried to tell you, you fool."
Omar felt something tap him on his shoulder and he turned around. To his surprise, it was me. He screamed out loud and said, "No, no, you were dead. I cut your head clean off".
I looked at him and smiled. "Yes you did. But I cannot die." All of a sudden he disappeared.
Osama asked, "Where did he go?"
"I sent him somewhere to cool off."
"What do you mean cool off?"
"Well, I sent him to Antarctica."
Ten minutes passed and Omar reappeared. Omar was covered with snow and ice. He is solid as a rock.
"You have killed him!"
"Yes, he looks dead, but not quite." I touch his forehead and then the ice started to melt. He coughed water out of his lungs. He was shivering. Osama placed a large blanket over him and said, "everything is going to be all right".
He looked up at Osama and said, "You were right old friend, he has power beyond belief. I should not have doubted you." Omar got up and told me, "Michael, I will do what you say. My stubbornness got the best of me. I will call the Shiites to halt the attacks."
"Thank you, Omar. I will begin helping your people real soon, I promise you."
Omar said, "Thank you Allah".
Emax told me that I did the right thing, but reminded me that I'm not a god, and if I had used my powers to destroy them everything I believe would be gone. This was only a deterrent.
"Osama, I'm going to transport you to the American embassy in Iraq where you will turn yourself in." He said, "Okay Allah".
The news hit across the world, saying Bin-Laden surrendered to U.S. forces yesterday. All his army surrendered to the Iraqi & American Allies. They began peace talks. The news sent shock waves throughout Eastern Europe. Muslims were singing and celebrating everywhere. Everyone was talking peace. I went to the city of Mecca and held out my hand and said, "Give me the power". I touched the desert soil and turned it to rich and fertile land; my gift to the people. Now they will be able to feed millions. Then I stretched my hand out to the country of Afghanistan, and Pakistan, and made their land fertile to grow food. I created an abundance of fresh drinking water throughout their land.
(NOTE: This story is continued in additional parts also published on Storystar. Click on the link below for 'More stories by this author' to read the rest of the story... )
THE WATCH (Part Two): OSAMA SURRENDERS!(TOMETRIS THATCH)
(Note that this story is published in multiple parts. Please read Part One first.)
OSAMA BIN LADEN SURRENDERS
"While reading the Sunday Sun paper front page, I noticed 12 American soldiers were killed in a roadside car bombing today. Every time I see our soldiers being killed, I say it is Time for me to put a stop to this war, Emax."
"What are you going to do Michael?"
"I am going to do something that no one else can do. I am going to find Osama Bin Laden. Once I am through with him he will turn himself in. Hopefully this will end the war. If not, I will have to think of something else."
"Where are you going to find him?"
"Well, in the newspaper they say he may be hiding out in the Afghanistan mountain borders between Pakistan. He is hiding inside the mountain. The only way for me to find him is to be the air that he breathes. I will manifest as air in the mountains of Afghanistan. Okay Emax, let's go."
So I transported myself to the country of Afghanistan. Throughout the mountain range, I turn myself into air, seeking him. But it will take awhile before I can sense him. 3 1/2 hours have passed. "Emax, I think I have found him. He is about 600 meters under the Pakistan border which links Afghanistan. He is in a bunker with an estimated 60 soldiers guarding him. It seems he has placed C-4 explosives in and out of the bunker. It should not take me too long to disable all of the detonators."
I put those soldiers to sleep. He is in a Room with 2 soldiers. I transport myself into the room where he lives, cloaking myself, and shielding me with a impregnable field. Then I materialize in the room. The soldiers pull out their weapons and start to fire at me. None of the Bullets penetrate the field. Then I immobilize them. I walk up to Osama Bin Laden, where he is hiding underneath his desk. He stands up and looks at me and says, "who are you?". I answered, "I am here to take you back to America. You are responsible for the crime of killing over 3000 American citizens in the World Trade Center bombing and supplying and organizing terrorist activities throughout the middle East."
He looked at me and said, "You are nothing but one man. I will not be taken by you". He laughed out loud and pointed his AK-47, firing at me, he emptied the entire round. After the smoke cleared, he looked at me in amazement and started to shake his head back in forth saying, "no, no, you are dead". He was so afraid.
I looked at him and said, "Do you know what I can do to you? I can make you disappear with a thought. But the war in Iraq will still go on. All I want you to do is to call all your people and tell them to surrender to America and their Allies". He told me, if I killed him, his soldiers would continue to fight and die for Allah. I said, "Yes! I know that. If that happens you and your soldiers everywhere will suddenly disappear and no one will ever know where you have gone".
Osama said, "You have the power to do that?".
"Yes. I can transport you to the moon. There is no air up there to breathe. I do not wish to kill all of you, but this killing must stop, one way or the other. It is up to you. If you do not believe me, check this out. With a blink of my eye we are in the city of Sidney, Australia."
"Hey, it is true. I am really here. You are Allah! Yes, you can report that I will do as you say my lord."
Then I transported him back to his cave. He went to the transmitter and sent a coded message to stop fighting. "But my lord! My second Lieutenant, Omar, might not believe me. He might think that I was forced into sending the message."
"Mmm that might be a problem. Give me the location where he is. And, Osama, please call me Michael, 'Oh! Lord' has played out a long time ago.
We will transport there so you can see him face-to-face."
We transported to a similar underground storage bunker. They transversed throughout the mountain. No wonder the American forces could not find them. We appeared in a large conference room, mapped out in a strategic fashion. There were 15 or more officers talking about plans of attack. There was Omar. He was an old man about 55-60 years old. He looks like a man who might be hard to deal with, but I have a plan. We walked in and he was surprised to see Osama, and asked if he had escaped.
"No." He replied. I have someone here to talk to you. Do me a favor, Omar, listen to him?"
He turned around, looked at me, and said, "who are you"?
I replied, "My name is Michael".
"You are an American. We don't trust you. You so-called Americans kill many innocent people. Why I should listen to what you have to say?"
"I am here only for peace between our two nations".
Omar laughed out loud. "What do you mean, peace, we tried to negotiate in Iraq. All we heard is promise this promise that, nothing happened; our people are starving to death. The Shiite militia will continue to fight." "I don't think that's a good idea. I can help your people live a better life. Food, clean drinking water, but this killing must stop."
"You talk a good talk, but I don't believe you." Omar pulled out his revolver and aimed it at me. "I will kill you where you stand". He looked at me. All I saw was anger in his eyes. With a thought, I can make him disappear forever, but the problem still exists. So I let him shoot me twice in the chest. I fell back on the floor.
He walked up to my body and stooped down and looked in my eyes. He said, "You have nothing, you are only a Black American trying to prove something. For a moment, I almost believed you." I looked in his eyes and smiled. Then he pulled out his machete and cut off my head. He throws it over the table, and says to Osama, "Are you crazy bringing him here to our secret location? What's wrong with you?"
"No, he is the real Allah. Look over there... is he dead?"
Omar turned around to look at the body that he had killed. His eyes were open wide and he asked, "Where is he?".
"I tried to tell you, you fool."
Omar felt something tap him on his shoulder and he turned around. To his surprise, it was me. He screamed out loud and said, "No, no, you were dead. I cut your head clean off".
I looked at him and smiled. "Yes you did. But I cannot die." All of a sudden he disappeared.
Osama asked, "Where did he go?"
"I sent him somewhere to cool off."
"What do you mean cool off?"
"Well, I sent him to Antarctica."
Ten minutes passed and Omar reappeared. Omar was covered with snow and ice. He is solid as a rock.
"You have killed him!"
"Yes, he looks dead, but not quite." I touch his forehead and then the ice started to melt. He coughed water out of his lungs. He was shivering. Osama placed a large blanket over him and said, "everything is going to be all right".
He looked up at Osama and said, "You were right old friend, he has power beyond belief. I should not have doubted you." Omar got up and told me, "Michael, I will do what you say. My stubbornness got the best of me. I will call the Shiites to halt the attacks."
"Thank you, Omar. I will begin helping your people real soon, I promise you."
Omar said, "Thank you Allah".
Emax told me that I did the right thing, but reminded me that I'm not a god, and if I had used my powers to destroy them everything I believe would be gone. This was only a deterrent.
"Osama, I'm going to transport you to the American embassy in Iraq where you will turn yourself in." He said, "Okay Allah".
The news hit across the world, saying Bin-Laden surrendered to U.S. forces yesterday. All his army surrendered to the Iraqi & American Allies. They began peace talks. The news sent shock waves throughout Eastern Europe. Muslims were singing and celebrating everywhere. Everyone was talking peace. I went to the city of Mecca and held out my hand and said, "Give me the power". I touched the desert soil and turned it to rich and fertile land; my gift to the people. Now they will be able to feed millions. Then I stretched my hand out to the country of Afghanistan, and Pakistan, and made their land fertile to grow food. I created an abundance of fresh drinking water throughout their land.
(NOTE: This story is continued in additional parts also published on Storystar. Click on the link below for 'More stories by this author' to read the rest of the story... )
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