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Initial Chapter:  Evil Incarnate




A man branded with the turmoil of his own existence toiled in his bed.  His 
anguish was amplified by the memories of pass experiences.  The faces of 
those that he had wronged whaled in his mind like restless vengeful spirits. 
  No peace could calm his uneasy soul.  This was his punishment for what he 
done, what he lived for, what he was.

In his mind he was running, but to no avail.  A cloud of blackness followed 
him like a predator to its prey.  There was no escape for him.  The abyss 
that he was in was endless nothingness.  The impending torment was to every 
side.  Sensing that there was no hope, he dropped to his knees and 
resentfully accepted his fate.  The cluttered mass of darkness crept up to 
him and halted before this now broken man.

A figure slowly descended from amongst the cloud.  With little response in 
his actions, the broken man looked away from the figure as it took complete 
form.  Now there stood another man of medium build, before the larger man, 
who was almost lifeless at this point.  There was a menacing appeal to him 
as he walked up to his target.  Each step resonated with the pain in the 
broken man�s soul.

The dark one placed his hand upon the shoulder of the other man, and he 
began to beckon him.  He gave words of wicked reasoning, promises for a 
release to his agony.   With no objection, his victim rose to his feet.  
They began to return to the dark cloud together, but someone stopped them.

A being covered in light glowed amongst the darkness.  It was a female of 
angelic demeanor. The light that surrounded her spread throughout the abyss. 
  It reached up to the point of contact with the first man, yet it did not 
exceed that point.  It was as if the light was not allowed beyond there, or 
as if the light could not defeat that of the dark there.  The lady called 
out to the tortured man.  He turned toward her, and inched toward her 
direction.  He did not completely cross over to the side of light; he 
equally was positioned between the light and darkness.  There he stood in a 
proverbial purgatory.  He could feel both sided pulling on him.  Neither 
willing to yield to the other.  Their prize screamed as he was torn apart.

Back in the world of the real, the man woke with a horrendous jolt from his 
bed.  He was covered in a cold sweat, and tensed like an over-wound spring.  
He raised his hands to his face, and rubbed his brow.  They remained there 
over his eyes like a cover from all that could harm him.

A soothing voice met his ears, as a reassuring hand touched his shoulder.  
He quickly jerked away and stared in their direction.  His eyes beheld the 
same female he saw in the darkness.  His faced grimaced.  With a disgruntled 
look, he stood up from the bed and started toward the door.  The lady stood 
up from the side of the bed, but her forward motion froze as the man yelled 
at her.

�I TOLD YOU TO NEVER ENVADE MY MIND!�

�You needed me.  Why do you continue to push me away Michael?  I know of 
your pain, and I can help you end it.�

�I don�t want or need your help Gabriela!  What is in my mind is for my 
knowledge and MY KNOWLEDGE ONLY!  I never asked for your help, so don�t give 
it.�

�You can�t continue to run from your anguish.  It will only grow stronger 
from your guilt.  Eventually, you will not be able to get away from it.  If 
you want to survive, you will have to defeat it.�

�I have know desire to conquer what haunts me.   If it were not for it, I 
would not be on your side now.  Therefore, I will only tell you this one 
more time.   STAY OUT OF MY HEAD!�

Michael turned away from her and existed from the room completely.  Gabby 
fell back onto the end of the bed.  She remained there as her mind ran over 
the reasons why she could never reach out to Michael and get him to accept 
her.  They should be closer than any other two people in this world.  Their 
purpose for living united them, but one�s inability to let go forced them 
apart.

With no plausible answer to her woes, she stood up and began to float in 
place.  Her thoughts focused on her other comrade Raphael.  He always knew 
what to say to make her feel better, after Michael would shun her.  Her body 
began to shimmer as she faded away to Raphael.

There is no time for this trio to bicker between one another.  The time that 
they have been preparing for, is at hand.  They must be a complete unit, if 
they are to be successful, because very soon the fate of the world will be 
on their shoulders.


****Come to the Beginning�.   See with blind eyes�*****



Some stories are written, others are born.  They are bits and pieces of 
shattered thoughts thrown in place and held together by a thick mucus 
concept.  Filling the void can be as tedious as determining the differences 
of black & white, and depicting exactly where gray occurs between.

If this collection of meaningless words have served their purpose of 
focusing your attention long enough to cause a reaction of any sort, please 
feed the flame that spawned their conception.











The fact that I become a better writer when I am depressed is so funny, it�s 
sad�.  I thought I told you to go read a pokemon fic KiD!

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