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Chapter 11: Godly intervention.
I awoke sitting in a chair, a very hard chair. Everything around me
was a swirling blur, something I could not focus on, not that it really
mattered. I was confused, so very confused. Nothing was the same
anymore. At least when I was in therapy, things were less confusing,
more straight line, simpler. But now my life was going to hell, as was
everything else. If only this was a strange dream.
After a few seconds, things came into focus. I was in a small room,
rectangular shaped, made of a light orange stones. The room was lit with
candles bolted to the wall, with burning blue flames on them.
There was a chair only two meters in front of me, and a man sat
there. He was tall, about seven feet, and not very fat. He wore a white
t-shirt and white sweat pants. His skin was tanned very lightly, giving
him a normal look. His eyes were a deep blue, and his short hair a dark
yellow. He looked like an average person.
"Hello, Douglas. Welcome to my home."
I didn't reply, I was too enraged, too confused. Whoever this man
was, I didn't care. I just wanted to be left alone.
"My, my. Aren't you quiet. Son. I can call you son, right?"
That hit a nerve. I quickly jumped of my chair and moved towards the
man with superhuman speed. Once I had reached him, in one quick
movement, I snapped his neck. The sound of the neck bone cracking echoed
through the small room.
I quickly moved back and sat back in my chair, not caring what
happened to me.
Suddenly, the mans head moved back into place, with a smile on it.
"Nice try. I am eternal, immortal. You can try to kill me as much as you
want Douglas. But I am God, and I am forever. Nothing can vanquish me."
"Would you like to test that?"
"It wouldn't bother me. You can not kill me, like I said before.
Maybe we should just talk."
"About what?"
"Your future."
"I have none, and want none."
"I can give you one."
"As I said I don't want one."
"So you would like to be cast into oblivion, into the abyss of
eternity, never to return?"
"Exactly."
"Well, you're to important to me to throw you away. I will not wait
over a thousand years then, it will be to late."
"To late for what?"
"Victory."
"Over what." My life may be a confusing hell, but if I knew what's
going on, then I can at least go down while having revenge on those who
have and will use me.
"Demons, and mankind."
"Why conquer your children, mankind?"
"Because they need guidance. And my children are already beginning
to develop powers equal to that of heaven. They will never reach my
strength, but this technology of their's will eventually overpower
magic. It only takes time."
"I see. So you need me, why?"
"You are the Messiah, the bringer of OUR heaven on earth. You are
out major weapon, a doomsday weapon. Whoever controls you can win the
war."
"So I'm a tool. A device used, and then thrown aside. Even though I
am your son."
"The needs of the many outnumber the needs of the few. You are but
one, and my angels are many."
"And what of mankind? Aren't they the many?"
"They are nothing, but dust under my feet. And they will be like
leaves cast away by a great storm."
When I heard that, something snapped. For some reason the idea of
mankind being destroyed, and everything on top of it, caused my true
anger to be shown.
I felt my body burning, intense heat circling me, and then I blacked
out again.........
"He leveled the whole palace."
"So what? It seems the weapons starting to tap his powers."
"It's coming, isn't it?"
"Yes, get the seven ready."............
I awoke in a room, for the second time today. Or at least I thought
it was today. Who knows how much time had passed since that incident
with the person who called himself God. The stupid bastard! Trying to
use me like everyone else.
A female voice came from my left. "Are you okay? Douglas?" I
recognized the voice, it was Alice.
My vision was a total blur, I couldn't see anything clearly. "Alice?
Where the hell am I?"
Her voice was calming, like a beacon of light in darkness, but why
did it sound that way? "You appeared in my house just about an hour ago,
unconscience. When I took your temperature, it was almost eight degrees
Celsius, you were practically burning. Whatever happened?"
Something in her voice drew me to telling the truth, I was afraid to
tell her at first, but something washed over me, like security, as I
looked into her eyes. "This may sound strange, but everything is true.
Let me begin......" And so I told everything, from the beginning to when
I blacked out. I left almost no detail out, except for my personal
feelings on the situation. It was to deep and personal.
"Is it really all true? It's like fiction, a story written by an
imaginative writer. Are you sure it wasn't a dream?"
"If you can explain how I got a temperature of eighty degrees, while
showing no signs of burns on my skin or close, the I'll say it's a
dream."
"Okay. So then what do you do now?"
"What do I do you ask? I go and see Steven Fender and see what part
the A.C.M plays in this all. Maybe find a few answers. It seems I'm the
only one in the dark."
I got up out of the bed and straightened up my clothes. Things were
still a little blurry, but I would manage, for I had nothing else to do.
Where do you turn to but the unknown when you know nothing?
Alice tried to stop me, but I was to focused on the truth, and left
her house.......
"He's moving."
"Where?"
"A.C.M headquarters."
"Those bastards. But why is he going there? If he's spent time with
God then he has most likely joined the angels."
"I don't think so. I know him better then you, he won't join up with
anyone. He'll most likely stay out of the whole battle if he can
manage."
"Should we intercept him?"
"Maybe."
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