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Chapter 4: Enemies or Allies?
My eyes focused on my religion book. For some unknown reason I had
taken this course. Whatever had possessed me to take it, I would never
know.
It was the first religion class of the year. And the teacher was
droning onwards about the new testament from the bible. A lot of
gibberish about Jesus and his miracles. Of how to love thy fellow man
and be kind to all people. Something that never crossed my mind when I
killed my parents. Not at all.
I really didn't like the idea of religion. The idea that someone
else is better, or higher, or greater then you are. The belief that you
should drop to your knees and worship this person. Give all the thanks
you have to someone who created you and this world. While your house is
being robbed or something. Should you thank him for the thieves, the
murderers, the fact that he never actually comes to you. Should one
follow blindly into faith? I think never. Why believe in something that
cannot be proven, something that is opposed to science. You see science
all around you, but when was the last time you saw an angel?
As the teacher continued to talk onwards, I quickly drifted into
sleep..........
Darkness surrounded me, all around me. It was a cold, evil darkness.
A darkness I had never seen nor experienced. The whole place, wherever I
was, was just darkness. And I stood on darkness, even though I should
have fallen. There was no floor, just blackness.
I quickly deduced I was asleep for two reasons. Number one, people
can't be teleported to places. Number two, I was standing on nothing
even though there should be a floor or something. And number three, the
teacher was so boring, I wouldn't be surprised if I fell asleep.
But how to wake up was the question. If I was caught sleeping in
class, I would be in trouble. But that really didn't matter. What would
I care of breaking a stupid rule when I've killed my family. I was so
cold-blooded.
So I just waited there, waited and waited for what seemed like an
eternity. Until, for some reason, someone appeared. A tall man, dressed
in white, flowing robes. With a gentle face and gentle blue eyes. His
hair was long brown, and so was his beard. He looked like some sort of
philosopher or something o the sort.
The man smiled at me and waved his hand as though he was greeting
me. "Hello. Welcome. Having a good sleep?"
I sighed at this man, he seemed, for some odd reason, to be quite
happy and pleasant. Though I didn't know why. "Who are you, and what is
all of this."
"Well, in honesty, you ARE dreaming. This is a dream of yours. And I
would say that I'm a representation of the part of you that you hate
most. The part of you that you bottle up. The part of you that killed
your family."
"This is just a dream. And if you're in this dream, then you don't
exist. So why should I believe anything you say. And why should I even
care?"
"Because I have the truth. If you want to believe me or not, that's
your choice. I'm not your enemy, not at all. They are."
"And who are they?"
"They are those I cannot talk about. It would ruin the surprise. But
you have a lot of enemies and watch your back."
"Why do I have enemies then?"
"Because of me. They don't care about you, they care about me. And I
suggest you keep me alive. I'm part of you. And if you die, I die. And
if I die, you die. Remember that."
"Well now that you've warned me of these imaginary enemies, what do
I do now? How do I wake up?"
"I'll send you back to you world now in a second. Just one piece of
advice. Pray to god, any god and every god. Make sacrifices to Pagan
gods, bribe people. Kill, steal, lie. Do anything you can to get allies.
You will need every last one. Good bye!" And I woke up.............
Looking down at my lunch I sighed. I was caught sleeping, they
poured a whole bucket of water over my head just to wake me up. But it
didn't work. I just snapped awake, or so the teacher said. The teacher
also said I had a detention, stupid prick.
My eyes were not focused on anything, I was to busy thinking about
that weird dream. It was almost real. But a dream is a dream, and
nothing more. And frankly, my mental state is not what someone would
consider stable. So why wouldn't strange dreams and delusions come
along? It's not like they can make my life worse. It would take Satan
himself to make my life worse. And even for him it would be a hard task.
I heard someone sitting down on the chair on other side of the
table. I immediately guessed that it was Alice siting down in front of
me, because who else could it be. One of these, enemies, my little dream
warned me about.
Raising my eyes just a little I noticed it wasn't Alice. It was a
young man, probably a grade 12 student. He was tall, and rather
muscular. He had short black hair and dark brown eyes. His face showed
signs of being shaved, which was not very unusual. He wore black jeans
and a black t-shirt that was a little to tight. Whoever this person was,
he looked to be about 20 years old, even though I was sure he wasn't.
He smiled at me and opened a bottle of Mountain Dew he had in his
right hand. "So you're Douglas Moores. I'm Steven Fender, nice to meet
you."
This guy didn't even deserve my response, I just continued staring
off into space, leaving my lunch to rot. I really was terrible at making
food.
Steven's smile faltered a little when I didn't respond to him. He
just took a sip of his drink and tried again. "Look, I know you don't
talk much. I saw when Alice dump the drink on your head. But you're not
going to get anywhere by ignoring people. Sure, you'll chase away a few
people. But people like me, and most likely Alice, will bother you until
you answer. Why don't you just cough up now and I'll go away."
This guy was rather persuasive! I actually felt like answering him
for a second. It seems that he has a way with words. But I still
wouldn't relent. I would not talk to this man no matter what. I am, and
needed to be isolated. I don't want to hurt anyone, but wanting
something doesn't mean I will have it. I just want to be left alone
until I die. And I wish that time would come quickly.
Steven sighed as he reached into his pocket and pulled out a large,
white, laminated piece of paper. He then tossed it on the table and got
up. "Well I'm going now. Thee's my card if you want to come see me. I
have a lot of important things to discuss with you." And so he left the
cafeteria.
I just sat there, not caring that he left. Yet the thought of that
card there got me curious. So curious that I picked up the card and
looked at it. It read, "Steven Fender. Chief of the A.C.M. 28 Nowhere
place."
To my knowledge, that place didn't exist. Nowhere place? Sounds
almost spy like, secretive. I wonder where I could find that place? I
may want to go there in the future, but at the moment I had no interest.
Yet I wanted to know what A.C.M stood for. And why did this all seem so
secretive. And why hadn't I heard of A.C.M?
I flipped over the card and a map was drawn on the back, probably to
28 Nowhere place. I think I will pay this Steven a visit, sometime
later.
I quickly shoved the card into my pocket and started to eat my
lunch. With the thought of the A.C.M, whatever it was, stuck in the back
of my mind.
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