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                Young eyes are not meant to read this
               So... Go read a pokemon fic or something

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
way 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,
pleasefeed 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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