Chapter 1- More or Less The 5 of us watched the clock intently as we wated for it to strike 12:30; lunch time. We waited all day for this joyess accation and where very ansy for it to come. We had been meeting at the same place for 10 years since the company opened up; all of us working since day 1. It was located in the front loby, near the fake palm threes and the painting of or poorly constructed building. There were white sofas and chairs that had been stained by the millions of ass’ that had sat upon them in the old days. The first to arive was Jane because she was not enploied by the company. She was married to James, and the boss’ daughter. She would sit on the couches from 12:00 to 12:30 waiting for James and us to get off; most of the time reading a book or setting up play date’s for their 3 kids. The next to arrive was James who, walked quickly up to her and gave her a kiss. It lasted for a few seconds and laid down a bold staitment that said that they where still happy. “Ok, break it up,” I said as i turned the corner of the hall; James and Jane in my view. As I gave Jane a hug, the elivater door opened and out stepped Charly and Ben. Ben had a giant smile on his face like a cogar on the prowl. Charly was pail as a ghost and was sweating from the heat he was praducing, his mind was clouded. “You ok?” I asked Charly as he walked uo to us, my hand lifting to his shoulder. “I’m just fine Kin,” he said, his voice was shaking. He flashed a half convincing smile at me and kept walking past. Chris was the last to show. He walked up to James, who was a bit heavy set, and said, “Hey big boy, got my $100?” They had appartly bet on a sporting event the night before, Chris being the winner. Ben pulled out his wallet and handed him the money, a clumsy smile came to his face, “Well lets eat,” Chris said as he flipped his jacket around his shoulder. As we stepped outside, the sun blinded us all instintaly and we had to take a moment come aquanted with the light. Then Charly looked at Ben, with tears in his eyes and told him he was sorry. He then began to run forward, dropping his briefcase and jacket to the ground, and into traffic where a city bus smashed into his leftside two lanes into the road. His body flew 30 feet forward as the bus stopped 10 feet from the spot of collition. His body hit the concreat with a horrific thud that ripped open his skin and head. Blood gushed from his wounds down to the drains that ran beneath the city. As we gazed into directly into Charly’s cold and black eyes, I felt a pit bulid inside of my stomach and then drop as if it was kicked of the edge of a tall cliff. The world around me seam to stop and tears came to my eyes like the rain falls from the sky. He had been talking about suicied for a couple of weeks, but we hoped he didn’t have the heart to do it. We tried to get him help, but he just didn’t want it. He was sick of the dead end job and misrible life that he lived, and was ready to get out as soon as possible. My head then shifted to the right of me, where my eyes met Ben’s; he was falling to his knees, as if in slow motion. A frightaning howl came from his throat as he slammed his fist to the ground, his anger was felt all around. Chris, Who stood beside him, stood in shock as he watched the blood run from Charly’s crushed body. Then a piercing scream came from behind me, and as i turned, i saw Jane’s hands move to her own mouth to stop the noise from coming out; but was not sicksesful. James, as if he was the only one who moved at normal speed, ran to Charly’s side and picked him up out of the road. He brought him to the side walk and placed him infront of me. He looked up at Chris and told him to call 911. Chris didn’t move, for he was still in shock. James grabbed up towards Chris’ face and got a fist of his collar; pulling him down to his level. “CALL FUCKING 911!” he screamed as he staired into Chris’ eyes. They bagan to shake from side to side as he came back and understood what James was saying. Chris opened his phone and dialed the number, but everyone new that he was gone. 

Chapter 1- Trash Men and Convenient Store Clerks “Tell me what i want to hear dirt bag! Don't make me beat it out of you!” He was very impatient, his fingers where tapping the metal table. This man was nervous, the sweat was dripping of his horn-rimmed-glasses. “What do you want to hear Officer?” I said with a glowing ton. I had dealt with his kind before. “Tell me EVERYTHING!” he screamed, slamming his hands onto the table. They where rough and rugged, it was from all the wear and tear from the years past. He had lived a long, eventful life. He was close to retirement, he was just looking for his last big break; me. “Everything?” I asked, looking strait into his eyes. Their grayish blue tint , reminded me of trash men and convenient store clerks. My eyes felt like they where cold and black, lifeless from all they had seen. “Everything!” he screamed once again. He slammed his tired body into a seat across from me. “I want you to start from the beginning, the very beginning,” he said, starting the tape recorder. I looked at him for a few seconds, my eyes meeting his. “Could i have a smoke first?” I asked, my eyes never leaving his. He lifted a pack of Marlboro Reds to my lips, i took one with my teeth. With my eyes still fixed upon him i taunted, “But I'm sorry, you're going have to pass the light to me. The chains seam to pull me down, and just can’t seam to pull my weak, little arms to it.” He was not amused. He lifted his hand to me , so that he could hand the lighter to me. And with my reply, I lifted my hand to his. He hesitated, “Now don't be scared sir, i'm not going to bite.” My eyes now felt piercing and red hot, like the fires of a million suns. This gave him chills, letting me know now that he had read my files. At that moment he grabbed my head and slammed it upon the table. It dealt a devastating blow to my nose, causing blood to spill from it. I held up my hand to stop the blood, using the sleep of my shirt as a clothe to wipe it. He sat back into his chair, his eyes starring me down. What he had just done was claimed his territory. My eyes where closed now. Tears where filling them. When your nose is broken, even though it is very painful, your eyes don’t water because you are crying, but because your eyes just simply water. It is one thing i never found out the reason to. Maybe I can find out before they lock me up for good. My eye lids then shot open, revealing the dead eyes once more. I looked into his dull, gray eyes and smiled. The blood had started by heart beat, it was now racing. “So,” I said, wiping the blood from my nose and sitting strait up into the chair. I could see that i was taller than him, this also maid him feel worrisome. “Could i have that light now,” i paused to sniff blood up into my nostrils, “or would you like to break my teeth next?” We starred, this time longer than before. Finally, he reached out his hand and gave me the lighter. I lit the cigaret and took a few drags. “The beginning?” I said, sitting back in my chair, “Why yes the beginning!” A smile came to my face, my eyes left his as the ember of my fag intranssed me. “The beginning!” Chapter 2- For the time is upon us I could here a frail voice speaking, but I was to far gone to understand. “Mr. Klemings!” The voice screamed, her words spewing like fire from a burning building. “Wake up!” I looked up from my crossed arms, looked her in the eyes, and smiled that ridicules smile. “Shut up,” I said; I was as calm as a dove. I hadn't been sleeping, i was getting ready. Her face dropped. Mouth agape. She pointed one finger to the door. “Get out.” Her voice was quite. Her chin quivered. Tears began to fill her eyes. I flipped the switch, 30 seconds to get out, or be your own victim. During the seconds of one through five I stood up, still looking her in the eyes. I pushed my chair in and left my backpack; its hidden contents sitting in its depths. I pushed my chair in to keep it hidden and walked away from my desk. During the seconds of six through fourteen i walked up to my teacher, took one last look at her, and smiled. I pushed the door open slowly. I stopped, looked back. During the seconds of fifteen and twenty i said, “But were should I go?” I smiled once again sheepishly. I have always loved rhetorical questions. During the seconds of twenty-one and twenty-five was the time where I left the classroom. I could here the silence of my shocked and oblivious teacher and classmates spread through my body. It was a new high to me. Then during seconds twenty-six and thirty i walked passed the wall that laid directly between my backpack and me. Then from right beside me i heard my childhood masterpiece erupt. A giant burst crushed the wall beside me and shot it past my head. I felt like someone had screamed there lungs out in my ear and my head began to burn like it was on fire. I reached up to find nothing. I looked back at my hand to see it covered in red: blood red. I slowly turned around to look at the deep black hole that stood beside me. My first kills; never accused. There where no witnesses, know one to pin it on me. This maid another smirk come to my blood covered face, i could feel the blood flow through my body, surrounding me with an orb of ecstasy. Chapter 3- In Cold Blood I could tell by the way his shirt was wrinkled that he wasn’t married. Then, as i scanned down his arm and to his hand, i could see that there was a tan line around his left ring finger; devorced. He dad taken off his jacket and now it was hanging on the back of his chair. He had taken his badge and gun off of his person and laid them next to his notes, with the gun closer to him; he was scared shitless. My smile haden’t left my face, even through the first story. I had paused to light another cigaret, and was lighting it as i studied him. Then i had an idea. “Sir, i’m sorry if this is a bad subject, but i have to ask.” i paused for a dramatic feel, twisting with his head, “How is your wife?” His eyes shot to my face as he thought over his next action: I new his reaction would be priceless. As he jumped the table, i senced that what he was doing now was just out of rage and anger; his hands rapped around my shoulders and throte. They tightened and i was wripped out of my chair; his strength had doubled from the agrenalin. He pulled me over the table, chains and all, and through me against the wall. “You dumb bastered, you don’t know a thing about me! I’ll fucking kill you! Right here, right now!” He pulled one hand back, the momentum was bulliding. I could feel the energy of his assult vibrating off of his body; I could feel the ecstacy that was about to hit him. His fist came down, with full force, like the hammer of Thor. It struck me between my mouth and left ear, strait into my cheek bone. I could feel the outside of my teath rip into the inside of my cheek, causing blood to flow down below between my gums and cheek. The blood spirted out as my face rolled with his punch; to my right shoulder. My neck cracked in a whip like motion and the right side of my face slammed against the wall, My head began to spin and my ears began to ring. My body, numb from the blow, slid down the wall and hit the floor; my chains clancked against the ground with a thud. He walked back to the table and grabbed his gun; he was planning to shot me in cold blood. As he swun his arm around to point the gun at me, the door swun open and two uniformed officers jumped into the room, grabbing the detective and his gun. I looked up and staired at him; blood dripped from my smiling mouth. The detective shruged off the officers and sat back in the chair. The two officer, one big one small, helped me back to my seat. They walked back to the door, shut it, and then locked it. My eyes that had never left him where now in a dead lock with his, i could see the anger that boiled in his eyes. He opened up a folder, took out a couple of photos, and proseeded to lay them out in front of me. I looked down at the photo’s, they were old, from many years past; My smile turned to a grin. “What do you think of these?” He said, sarcasm running through his voice. I looked back up at him, I began to study his face. I then gathered the blood in my mouth, and spat it upon the pictures. “They’re lovely,” I said, my grin had grown to an incredibul size. “Tell me about them,” he said. He spoke with anger, but his eyes said it all, he was terrified. Chapter 4- North of the Bridge She was a lonely girl, walking through the park on a cool breeze night, minding her own business. She was walking home from along hard days work up at the local super market. The city is a dangers place for young, beautiful woman now a days, it’ll bite their heads off and spit it out. She was my first kill since the killing of my classmates,and with her i would make my mark. She would allow me to have name among the people, they would know me as the six shot killer. It was my trade mark to shot the person six times; one in each leg, one in the heart, one in the head, one in the reproductive organs, and one through the palm of the victims hand. It was a remarkable sight, after it was all said and done. I followed her through the park and up over a bridge that lay in the middle of it. At the perfect timing i sprung my attack. I slowly walked up behind her and hit her on the head with the butt of my gun. It knocked her out cold, and she fell to the floor without a sound. know one heard, know one saw. At that moment i picked her up and put her in the wheel chair i had hiding. Then i brought her to my van that i had parking north of the bridge, about 3 miles from her house and the bride. It was a far walk, and a heavy push through the park. But after an hour or so i made it to the van. It was parked under a tree, hidden from everyone unless you where right next to it. Perfect place to hide a car, perfect place to load her in. As we got to the van, i look down upon the young woman who sat below me. She was very pale and her skin reflected off the moon light. The blood however cast a gruesome face upon her, making her seam more dead than pale. Her eyes where rolled back in her head and her mouth foamed at random moments of time. Every so often she would begin to twitch, as if she was going into convolutions. I locked the brakes that where on the tires; so that the chair wouldn't role down the hill. I looked around, checking for any watching witnesses; none where to be seen. I opened up the back door to my blue van that laid under the trees, inside laid handcuffs, ropes, knifes, chains, and anything else that would help me get someone into the van. i started her with the easiest of procedures, handcuffs. I took the handcuffs from the box and strapped them around her wrists. “Now i’m going to need your help to get you into the van,” i said to her, though i don't she could hear me. I lifted her out of her chair and sat her down on the edge, her legs dangled of the end like two hangmen; at least that is what they reminded me of. I then folded the wheel chair up, put it into the van and then put my full atention on the girl. “What is your name honey?” She heard what i sad and began to weep slightly, still dazed from the blow. “What is your fucking name bitch!?” a voice shouted out of me. These came once and awhile, since college. I got use to them many years ago; i simply explain them as “voices of rage.” The girl rolled her head slightly to the left so that she could see me. “Victoria,” she mumbled, then tears began to stream down her face, but still she staid silent. I blame the shock that she was suffering from, or maybe she had excepted what was happening, or she was in to it. i hoped for the third. It is so hard to find girls into this stuff, and i would hate to live a double life, a lie. I am who i am, an that a killer. I was trained to be one, so i shall not turn down my God given abilities. I grabbed the hand cuffs between the wrists and pulled her into the van. Thankfully she was light, and i was able to get her in one pull. She fell to the floor with know resistance. I looked down at her and realized that her head wound was allot worse than i thought, which answered my question; shock. I locked the hand cuffs into a chain that was locked to the floor. Then buckled her into the home made seat on the floor (essentially a bed with seat belts). I shut the door and we were on our way. I drove for a bit around town before stopping in another park halfway across town. I parked under another tree and unhooked Victoria. I put her back into the chair and pushed her over the hill. On the other side was a very small clearing big enough for one person. “Now Victoria, I need you to stand up and walk into the clearing, can you do that for me?” she instantly stood up and walked forward, as if in a hypnotized state. I pulled out my six shooter and putt the silencer on it. When she got into the clearing, she turned around as if to ask, “What next?” I Raised my gun and shot both of her legs; she fell to her knees. As I walked up to her, i knocked her to the ground and shot her in cunt. A squeal came out of her mouth, the first real sound she had made sense she told me her name; but once again she was quite. “How are you feeling Victoria, dose this hurt?” Another round, this time into her heart, She would be dead soon. I bent down and put the tip of the gun in the middle of her palm. I looked her into the eyes and smiled. “Why?” The first question she asked. I had to answer her, it was her last dieing wish. Maybe i have a heart, or maybe I just liked the sound of voice at the time. “It isn’t why, Victoria, It’s why not?” At that moment i blasted a round through her palm, then stood up and shot another round through her head. It was done. I dropped two coins, on her eyes, to pay her toll, then i walked away. My first masterpiece was done, and it was a simple one at that. I had planted the seed, and the world wouldn’t know it till the next morning, after the sun rose. Chapter 5- “I loved every minute off it,” I said, remembering it like it was yesterday; I closed my eyes and imagined it.“The way her blood smelt made me feel like i was making love for the first time. I wanted to run up to her a drink it all up; to fill my body with her heavenly neckter would make my heart skip a beet. Oh how i wish to re-live it over and over again. Bang... bang... bang... Ah exsticy.” As I opened my eyes, i looked into his again. 

The Memory Box: Soldier of Fortune- Part 2

3 Years Later
I’ve never worked a day in my life, thank god. At age 18 I bought my first lottery ticket at a small town convenient store. It was a small, piece of shit place at the end of main street. Cops and crack heads we’re usually there only customers, but since i lived across the street from it, I also chose it to be the place i did my business at; I won 21 million in cash. It gave me all the time in the world to do uncountable things in a single day. Life was great. And after i was released they told me to spend my time doing things i wanted to do; hoping that the “visions” of Edger would go away. They haven't come in awhile, but when they do, they’ll stay.
My favorite past time became spending my day sitting on top of the ruff of my apartment complex; just to watch the city pass before my eyes. But this day was different. I started the past time like i normally day. I got a couple packs of my favorite smokes, a long chair, a bottle to sip, and some balloons to set free. I began by sitting out the chair a plopping my self into it. Then i proceeded on lighting a cigarette and then opened the bottle. I took a long hard swig of the hellish juice and sat it beside me. I then removed a balloon from it’s plastic bag and began to exhale smoke into it. It filled and filled till it was firm at touch. Then,after I tied the loose lips, i let it free to disappear as quickly as it had come to be.
As the balloon rose higher and higher into the sky, the pressure of the air began to push against it’s soft latex skin. The red casing was the color of lava, boiling over the sides of a volcano. I sat and stared at the balloon until it disappeared from my sight. I thought of how maybe i could be that high. So i sat and i smoked my cigarette, and as i looked up into the sky, I thought to my self that maybe it had come back down; but all i saw was the clouds. Then, As if like the wind had taking me into the palm of it’s hand and lifted me from m chair, because all of a sudden i began to float away just like the balloon. As i became more and more elevated, my skin began to become the same lava red as the balloon that had disappeared into the stratosphere. I felt the pressure of the air around me and inside push against my skin, causing it to pull in opposite directions. It began to hurt and caused me to let out a loud screaming yelp that rang over the ruff tops; But know on could hear me. My skin began to tare, and i grabbed at myself to stop it from ripping me apart, but was met with defeat when the latex like skin that encased me tore. The air began to rush from my body and i began to fall, towards the screaming ground. I cold feel the cool breeze against my collapsed structure, and the hallow feeling of my body slashed at my very soul like a knife. Then right before i struck the ground i awoke in the chair, holding a red balloon. My eyes began to water as the thoughts of what i had seen ran through my mind on repay. Then, putting two and two together, I thought of the mouth of the river that appeared the time before. “Could something be wrong with me?” I thought. I began to weep and the tears began to fall like rain. And as the tears became worse, so did the rain and the wind that had cleverly began to turn around. I began to hear noises of the great blue, the crashing waters and the turning waves.
"Come on sailor! Keep on rollin'." These where some of the words that were heard among the hollering that surrounded the air like a tornado. I could here my mates pushing and heaving ropes and pulleys. Nothing was working. I couldn't believe what i was seeing, a hurricane stopped right on top of us, a black hole of wind, rain, and madness. It had only been a year since my last accident, and i was once again fearing for the end. The doctors and my family told me i wasn't ready, but i said the hell with it and sailed out of the harbor. I had thoughts of how, during these hard times, i wished i had those doctors, for my men; and oh how I wished I had my family. And my wife who said not to go, how i wished i could hold her, touch her face, kiss here one time. She said she didn't want to be like the others, the ones who sit on the top of there houses like "crows", waiting for there husbands. She told me she wouldn't wait, she couldn't bare the suffering. How foolish i was to sail into the middle of the ocean. To find peace? I was finding death. I had lost 4 men already, and with 20 hands around, we couldn't suffer anymore losses.
I decided that during the smooth sailing that i would head to me Caption's quarters, to collect my thoughts and maybe shut my eyes for 5 minuets. i rushed past the hand decks and holes in the deck to get there, not stopping for any questions or chit chat. i slid open the door and slammed it shut as if it had never been opened. i peered into the room that i had spent many hours in the passing days. There was a desk with a chair, i went to it and sat; it was soothing to my quivering bones. AS i pushed myself back into the stomach and i sat my feet upon my table. With my index finger and thumb i grabbed the brim of my hat, that had some how managed to stay on my head, and pulled it down across my eyes. It blocked the light of the boat and shut me off to myself. I started to slowly block out the sounds of waves crashing and hand flying from hear to there. A dream state took over my mind and body.
All of a sudden i was standing in-front of what appeared to be a tomb stone. A ring of black around my sight distorted my vision, causing it took look like there was nothing around me for miles. I looked down at the tomb stone to see the name. As i began read the inscription I was jolted out of my sleep by a sharp ringing. I slowly made my way to the door, moving ever so softly. I unlocked the lock on the door that had been latched previously. Then a great wave of water began to push against my door and its frame. The ringing i heard before was a warning notice that my ship was sinking. The rest of the crew must of abandoned all hope, leaving me to go down with my ship. I began to push against the door because the water was filling my quarters. I thought of all the things that led me to this point; my wife, my love, my life. At that moment, with the vision of here face in my head, I took one last deep breath and screamed, "Good bye cruel world!"
My hands left the door, slow motion is what i hoped for, like you see in the movies. As the door left my hands and passed by my body with one swift slam, the water burst through the the frame, pushing me to the floor. I began to struggle against the water, as the depth of the water rose and the top of the water touched the roof. My vision began to go at this point. It gets to dark to see at those depths, and my boat was indeed sinking. My memory also slips away at that moment. The pressure of the water sends your head into a spiraling head ache. The pain is unbearable, it causes you to pass out; and that's what i did. The dark depths of sleep grasped hold off me and i floated into the endless nothing.
As i awoke, water burst out of my mouth like a tap, spilling on to the beach that i now lay on. how could this keep happening? I was suffering in horrible disasters, but i was living through all of them. It was a feeling that i had never felt before. I laid my head back on the beach and fell soundly to sleep. 

The Memory Box: Soldier of Fortune- Part 1

Conversations With Myself After they found the perfect place for their engagement, they began to tear at each others minds like two dogs on a rare steak. Question after question flew from each others lips, striking each others ears with ease. They counter attacked each other with answers, more questions, laughter, and similarities which would cause astonishment because of the tiny bits of information they learned.
The room around them was alive and full of ecstatic persons, also having conversations about their days and the weather. The waiter then came upon the couple, stopping their conversation. They turned their full attention to the man who was waiting; pen and paper in hand. They both ordered cocktails, the women got the chicken sandwich and the gentleman ordered the snails and a salad; it was a scene strait out of a Salinger novel. The waiter scribbled down their orders and gave them thanks.
As soon as the waiter walked away, their conversation sparked right back up; as if it had never been stopped. I sat and pondered the actions that had just taken place in front of me. Meaningless conversation was passing before my eyes, and gossip was filling my ears. The air was full of , “he said , she said,” and it was filling my lungs. I could taste the moist flavor of conversation on the tip of my tough. i opened my mouth so that I also could be involved in meaningless conversation; to explore it as a pastime would be grand. I had been without real conversation with a real person, I mean an actual person, that has something to bring to the table. But as i began to speak, to let out my rhythmic patterns of conversation upon someones listening ears, i realized that i was all alone. It had been that way for quite a long time. I began to think about what people would say if i began to speak to the empty chair in front of me. The table beside me, which was full of elderly women, would turn to me and ask, “Who are you talking to?” The thought of this echoed in my head, her words began to repeat in my mind, “Who are you talking to?... Talking to? Talking To?”
Other questions would come from the child that sat in the both in front of me. He would turn around and say, “Daddy, is that guy crazy? I think he is crazy.” His laughter traveled to my head and melted together with the words. They now all echoed in my head, “ Is he crazy? Talking to? Hahaha! Crazy? Talking? Crazy? HAHAHA!” their voices began to grow louder and louder. Then I began to scream out noises that i myself never made before. The restaurant, now not thought but a truth, became an uproar that spread like a flash flood. Then the voices grew louder and louder. I could feel them pressing against my brain, the pressure caused excruciating pain to flow through my head. Then the voices in my head and all around me came to a sudden halt; my voice still echoing in the back of my mind. Then the language i spoke began to become louder and more violent, the people around me began to run. I opened and looked around the room. More faces were turned and looking at me, some faces coming from the kitchen and booths from across the restaurant. Their jaws were still moving up and down, in patterns that I later realized where words such as, “Stop!” and, “Call 911!”. Then all of the eyes of the people around me became black and their faces began to melt of their skulls. I felt that the whole place was melting down around me. The voices then came to me again, and started to spiral in my head. A loud roar then came rushing from my moist, escaping into the air. My head reared up towards the sky, the breath in my lungs began to rush out at a rapid pace. The floor began to bubble around my shoes and began to melt all around me. What was left was what seamed to be the floor of a mighty jungle; covered in roots dirt, leaves, small bushes, and trees. Then the world around me began to spin and i fell to the ground. My head hit what i thought was a rock but turned out to be the table at which i was sitting at. People rushed to my aid, but sleep had fallen upon my eyes.
“Oh Jeffery,” I thought, “What have you got yourself into this time?”
My mind began to drift off into a place it had never gone before, and i began to hear the faint sounds of a river. For I am normal man, I am the soldier of fortune. And as I sit here, at the mouth of the river, I think of how it flows. It leads ten feet North under the dirt road that lays beside me. Some would call it a beginning, I see it as an end. I have traveled through the fields, trees, and rocks that lay across the faces of the mountain that lays behind me. The river is quick, i can feel rush of the water flow through my fingers; it takes the blood off of my hand. It is a crisp cold and it sends cold shivers up my arm making the hairs stand.
At my age of 40 years, climbing up and through a mountain is a tough task. Sudden waves of astigmatic behavior would fill my lungs, leaving without a breath. The altitude was crushing my lungs into dust, and the gravity pulled me towards the ground. Because of these problems, i had to stop often, which cost me much needed time. I had estimated a 2 day journey into the heart of the forest that plagued the land around me. After the first leg of the trip, a solid six hour hike, took allot out of me, so i rested for a brisk lunch.
As I crossed through the trees, I came across a remarkable stone structure, the stood in front of me with the height of a small church. It was shaped like a cone with three sides. It Laid about three-hundred feet wide withe an abrupt climb up. It’s height was about five-hundred feet above the ground; it toward over my 5’ 10” structure. The three faces of the rock had been individually carved into portraits of what seamed to be three gods; one of day, one of night, and one to stand between the two. The day god stood with it’s his hands up stretched above him. In his hands he held a great ball of fire the emanated light to everything around it. As i made my way down the face of the rock, the waist of the higher being turned into the land that grew and re-energized around him do to the magnificent light he held. The trees around him seamed to grow and move in the slight breeze that surrounded me; i could feel the heat from the holy sun upon my face.
As i passed around the structure, I began to gaze upon the goddess of the night. She had her arms stretched to the sides of her with her palms towards the sky. In her hands she held the sky that littered the starry night. Behind the clouds appeared a gigantic full moon that glowed off the face of the rock. As the the side before this one, the waisted turned into another form of the earth; the ocean. The waves crashed below her chest as it rose and fell, causing the tides to shift and turn below her.
I passed around to the the third side slower than i did the rest. As my gaze began to cross the face of the stone, chills began to plague my body from heal to head. The smooth sides of the face, as it came inward towards the centerpiece, became rugged and jagged. In the middle of the stone stood a single man, with gashes that scarred his entire body. His hands were outstretched towards the two gods that lay on either side of him. Chains came from the base of each god that strapped around the wrists of the worn mortal. It seamed as if even though the gods where holding the world together, they where pulling apart the man that once loved their pressies earth.
Tears began to fill my eyes as my stair became blurry. I felt as if i should have not seen the visions that had just been placed in front of me. I squatted for a quick moment of time, to regain of strength and composure. Then with a running start leaped up and ran towards the face of the mass. I leaped upon its side and grasped upon the ledge that was place with in it. I pulled my self to the plate that lay above me. The ledge was dulcet, and could barley hold my wait, but i was able to mange to turn my self around and pull my self up ledge after ledge. I came upon a ruff terrain that lay a third of the way up. I lost my footing and began to slide down. My foot manged to ketch a ledge that lay below me, and halted my falling body to a brisk stop. I was then able to pull my head around to look over my shoulder, to see how far i had fallen. The sight that then came into my vision bewildered me into a stunned state of mind. I saw clear as day the morning view that lay in front of me. It was breath taking and maid my heart race, but i new it would be even more beautiful upon the final peak.
It was all the inspiration i need to push myself back up and continue the path that laid ahead of me. I climbed until I reached a edge built into the side of the natural structure; a place to rest. the summit was still a good half mile above me, but where i was was still a great accomplishment. As I turned my sweat drenched head and looked away from the summit, my neck began to crack with anticipation as i saw one of the greatest views that my eyes have ever seen before. The mountains lay across my view with colors ranching from green to brown to white, causing my eyes to smile. These mountains were layered hundreds of miles into the distance, and the way they look reminded me of a see of faces; old and grotesque from age but still lifelike and beautiful at the same time. They had trails and roads carved into their faces; all roads led to the top of there mountain. It was a magnificent sight that left me breathless. But with this ecstasy comes victory, for i examined my location and justified that i had made my second leg. I was behind schedule, but the journey so far had left me satisfied, plus the night was coming fast. I decided to set up camp and call it a night, for if i wondered into the darkness i know i could be met by things no human wants to encounter. I mayed a fire pit and lit it; the crackling of the sticks mayed me feel more secure. I felt i was able to now let my guard down at least enough to get some sleep.
With the feeling of security, i decided to set up camp and make supper. I had brought my own food, for this wasn't a hunting trip. I had brought my double action rifle for the soul reason of safety. I hoped i would never have to use it, but it was essential for a trip like this. After the beans had cooked and the meat roasted in the tinfoil i had wrapped it in, i gobbled them down like a death row inmates last meal.Then with ease and a full stomach, i layed my gun and head beside each other and said my prayers, for who new what could come out of the darkness while my eyes lay shut and the fire crackled lightly at the foot of my resting place.
The darkness holds strange things embodied in kindness and awareness. It brings you into false security and then when you have your guard down it strikes with a vengeance. As i tossed and turned in the cold night I, with intention on doing so, wrestled the ground enough to draw attention from creatures of the night. As the two beast approach, they were unnoticed by everything besides the small animals that had wondered into my camp. They approached with caution and curiosity, but with all thee intention to attack. If it wasn’t for the twig that they stepped upon that cracked in my ear and turned my brain back to life. As i awoke my first instinct was to grab my gun, but for some reason i couldn't move. I layed upon my back, with my arms at my side; like an elderly man strapped upon a nursing home bed. But as this thought churned in my head, i realized i was nothing but that. ?The straps that held me down paralyzed any movement. The walls where a pail white, the color of the white house to be exact. The two beast slowly wondered closer, their claws at their sides, ready to pounce. My eyes lay wide open in terror as the crept to the the sides of my bed. One grabbed my forehead and jaw so that i could not flail about; it’s grotesque claws more like fleshy hands. He pulled downward on my jaw, leaving my mouth agape as they other took a tube and shoved it down my throughout. The rough sides of the tube scratched at my thought and made me gag. My hands clenched into fist and the blood raced to my head and began to spin. Then like a rocket from a launch pad, a slimy wet substance was pushed down the tube and into the inner parts of my stomach, filling it like a canting. Then they proceeded in pulling it out, leaving spit and and acid to run from my mouth. The two men then stepped back and looked upon the victim they just helped. My eyes began two water and run for the thought had finally hit me. I was not Edger living these adventures, I was just a crazed young man; crazed in a house of crazies. 

Hello, My Name is Judas

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As Judas awoke, his hand moved across the soft fabric of his pillow case, causing the hair on his arm to stick up, like blades of grass poking out of the soil. His finger tips were thick and rough, covered in calluses as thick as the bark of a tree. They reached to find his thick, black horn rimmed glasses that sat on his red wood en-table. They were placed there the night before, next to the clock that he got at a yard sale. The electric alarm clock sat on that table for two years, making sure everyday that he was on time for his daily venturous. The numbers were red and bold. They flashed as the alarm sounded, the numbers stated 6:37 AM; time for work. He pushed the cloud like cotton blanket and the the sheets he had gotten for Christmas from his mother 3 years ago from his body, revealing his night time apparel. He was warring a simple, plain white t-shirt stained withe sweat of nightmares past. He wore boxers with blue stripes running vertically down towards his white thighs. His legs were covered in little hairs like the trees of a tropical rain-forest. His feet were covered with black ankle socks that came up to his ankles; his feet where very sore from the walking of previous days. As he put on his glasses, the light that was coming in through the window focused in his mind and it sent him into a stare. His eyes fixed upon the pack of cigarettes that lay on the en-table; previously cigarette and set the pack back down on the table. Then his hand moved to the right and located his lighter, which he used to light the smoke. He set it back down as he exhaled the smoke from his lungs; his chest falling in a downwards angle. He looked up and saw the smoke cut through the light like a knife; its patterns swirling in all directions. He brought the cigarette back up to his lips, and took a deep drag from it, the smoke filling his lungs and mouth. He closed his eyes and released the second drag, the smoke once again twirling in the air like a dancer. This process continued until the ember met the filter. Then Judas snubbed it out in the ash tray that also sat on the en-table. This was not his first ashtray, for he had many in the past, for he had been smoking for 30 years. He had shoplifted his first pack of cigarettes from his dads convenient store when he was eleven, he smoked every cigarette that day and never looked back.
Then with a sudden push of strength, he strained his knees to lift his over wait body of the matres that laid riddled with long wrinkles and thick sweat stains. As he stood up, the blood rushed to his head, causing his eyes to darken. For a moment he stood in darkness and silence as he waited for it to pass. He was very dizzy, and had to press his hand against the wall that was beside him. As the darkness faded away, he brought his fingers to his eyes so that he could remove the crust that lay hidden in the corners like rats in a wall. Then, bringing his hand back to his side, he walked towards the bathroom that lay across the room from him. The room was small, it was enough to live. Judas didn’t own much, for he didn’t want much. A bed, an en-table, a lamp, and a clock sat in the north east corner of the room, beside the window that looked down on the street below; Walsh Street. In the lower east corner, about 10 feet from the foot of the bed, sat a small table that held his black and white TV that got 10 channels. In front of the table sat a chair made of oak, and next to that a small table with a second ash tray. In the south west corner was the door, that had another small table for the collection of change, car keys, and anything else that was small and used in everyday life. In the upper west corner laid the bathroom that Judas was now entering. It was a light blue bathroom with little blue tiles that covered the floor and crawled up the walls. The sink didn’t work, the toilet barley flushed, and the shower was only cold water. The closet laid inside the wall like a child in the womb. It held all his work cloths, exercise attire, and everyday jeans and t-shirts.
After finishing his shower, he stepped out and dried himself with a damp, used towel. He then reached into his closet and roamed a pair of blue boxer briefs which he slipped on first like glove. He then rummage around in the wall and found an under shirt that was a half size to small, but didn’t crush the life out of him. He pulled it over his head and down towards his waist, covering the obese imperfections on his body. He then put his had into a see of black pants and pulled out the least faded, pulling them over the blue undergarments. Then with a quick crack, he pulled his belt out of his closet, and with a few minor mistakes, eventually got it around his waist and buckled it. He then reached for hismangled shoes that lay under his bed, he walked to the table that laid next to his door. his keys were placed in a bowl along with his wallet, watch, cell phone and change. He took all of these things and placed them in their selected places.
He took a deep breath as he turned and looked at his ground zero of a room; and then released it. He then turned and unlocked the three locks that held his door shut; a dead bolt, a chain, and the lock on the handle. He then turned the copper handle clockwise and pulled open the door. On the other side of the entrance stood a man in a black suit and tie. With a quick spirit of speed, the man reached out his and pulled out a nine mm glock with a four inch silencer on it. He brought it up to his head; the barrel was cold and made Judas’ hair stand up on the back of his neck. Then with a quick intake of breath, the man lowly said in a harsh tone,
“He never forgets.”
Fact:
The bullet of a nine mm glock escapes its chamber at 1100 feet per second