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Henry and the man (that had surely just walked through the cars) walked along the sidewalk. Henry wasn't sure why he was following the man, but the peculiarness of the man was part of what ever it was that made him stay right behind him. Another part of it was the way the man talked, it wasn't really human sounding, it was like a monster tring to diguise its voice. There was also instinct, something inside the deep wells of Henry's subconscious was yelling up to him, 'Go with him! Go with him!'

Henry stared down at the man's bare feet, they were very soft and clean looking and yet that was another puzzling thing about the man, why wasn't he wearing shoes?

As he stared at the man's feet, the sidewalk that was passing under his feet was changing. As stared down the sidewalk became dirt. The dirt was red and littered with rocks, rocks like brimstone.

Henry looked up from the changed ground and to his surprise he was no longer in Dogan. His eyes gazed upon a red city with its red sky above. Almost instantly he broke out into a sweat. He stopped in his tracks and took in his surroundings slowly. Eight, maybe nine meters away stood a radiant city. It was apparently built with metal because of the glare that was beaming off of the broad wall that surrounded the city. The city itself towered above the very, tall wall that most have run for miles in each direction.

The man that must have brought Henry to this place turned around and faced Henry. "Henry, we're almost there, so just come on." He turned back around and began to start walking again. Henry followed.

"It's nice to have another chance at something, isn't it Henry?"

"I..." With a quick spin of his head, Henry saw a city at least a mile behind them. "I guess." The city was dark looking and Henry could feel the warmth of evil that was manifesting within the city. "What's that."

"Someplace you don't want to go."

He turned back away so he couldn't see the hideous city any longer.

The two reached the gates that entered to the city, now Henry could really understand how tall the wall was. The top of the wall must have been twenty feet into the sky. While Henry stared into the sky he noticed that at the top of the gate were two crosses, one on each half of the gate. On the gate itself were several pictures of angels acting out various biblical scenes in different shades of red glass panels. In the center of the gate was a picture of Jesus healing a woman whose head was bleeding. Jesus had his palm to the womans forehead and his whole hand glowed a light pink color.

Henry stood to the left of the man as the gates began to open, a bright light emerged from between the gates. "Where are we?"

"Hell... Home." Henry gasped and faced the man. They stepped into the light. And the city seen from the outside appeared in his eyes. Skyscrapers covered the glaring city and people walked along the crowded roads. The skyscrapers not only scraped the sky but they also tilted a great deal. Horrible grotesque men and women mingled with normal looking men and women, an foreign sight for Henry, a common sight for Damion.

The man guided Henry throught the streets. People did daily work at normal jobs like Henry's world did. Managers ran stores, secretaries made appointments, salesmen sold items and repairmen repaired things. They walked along beside a man that wore shorts and a t-shirt. He was swollen from head to two and covered with several red dots. Henry wasn't sure for fact, but, it looked like the man had to of been stung to death. Either that or his throat got so swollen that he sufficated.

Further along the way a woman bumped into Henry and he noticed that the woman's neck had red marks all around it. She was very beautiful other than the marks, long black hair a very attractive face, rather large breast, and baby doll face. By the marks on her neck, Henry determined that she had hung herself, was hung by someone else or was strangled to death. She seemed to have her head on straight and so Henry narrowed it down to being strangled.

The two men turned into a narrow ally on the right. Trash littered the ally and as they entered the ally, a small hot breeze picked up some of the trash and spun it out onto the street.

An old man with a light pink beard and thining hair was standing on a ladder. He had a very aged looking black suit with a black top hat one his head. The suit had tails and at the tips had small dimonds pinned through. His shoes were black and shiny, and a cane hung over his arm. He passed into Hell in the mid-fifties.

The old man turned around and waved down to Henry and the man, "Hello, Damion. How is it out there today?"

"Same way it's always been out there. One hell of a day." They laughed mildly at the joke and began to converse.

"Is that a new guy?"

"Kind of."

Henry looked at the wall that the old man was up against. The old man had a paint brush and pallet and was painting the wall. He was about ten feet up the wall and Henry would see that the old man was creating a gigantic picture of several different things, one in the million was a boy with a tiny dog in his hand, another was a bird with lion riding it. Most of the pictures were very eccentric with no appairent meaning. The section that the old man was working on now was man's face with an open mouth, on the in inside of his mouth was the earth. It was small and meaningless inside his mouth. That was how it was for the old man, a small thing that happened along time ago.

From what Herny saw, the old man would be working very long on the wall, since it did reach so high that Henry could not even see the top. But then again, what else did the man have to do?

"Whadaya mean by that?"

"He's a special case. Lord all mighty is giving him something so that he can stop the anti-christ."

Henry jerked his head away from the wall, "What!"

"I don't have the words to explain everything. But when everything is good and done with, I'm going to go to Heaven."

The old man almost dropped the pallet, "Sweet mother of Jesus, that's terrific Damion. You said there's an anti-christ?"

"Yes, in fact Henry, we had better go now. So bye for now David. I'll come back before I leave, knock on wood. I promise."

"Bye Damion, and good luck son."

Damion and Henry walked a little was untill they reached where they were going, Damion's home. The small hovel was built against the side of the building across from the wall the old man was painting. The little home was constructed of aluminum signs. The signs layed on a structure frame of iron pipes. There was no door except for a dirty, old, ragady rug. It hung over the edge of the shanty and was being kept down with a few large pieces of brimstone.

They stepped inside and Henry saw that the little home was bigger looking than it looked from the outside. There was a single bed on the right with one sheet on it that looked extremely worn and unclean. On the left stood a small three legged table with a kerosene lamp on top of it (it red like the one that Anne had bought at the antique shop on the day of their picnic.) Against the brickwall was a shelf with many black books and red titles inscribed on the spines.

"Please sit down. Make yourself at home." At this cliche Damion snickered and turned around, some home he had. He lit the kerosene lamp with some matches that he had pulled out between two books. The rug flapped in with a gust of wind and Damion stepped in front of Henry.

Henry decided to sit down on the bed, his face looked up at Damion's. Damion spoke, "So who in the world am I, right? And why did I bring you here, where ever here is, right?"

"Yeah, we can start from there."

"My name is Damion. This place is Hell. And the reason I brought you here is because..."

Henry cut in and began to tell Damion why he was there, how he knew, he didn't know. "I'm the one that's supposed to save the world. You brought me here because I have to get something so I can fight a boy, the anti-christ. And the world will die if I don't succeed at my task." Damion didn't even know about this last part about the world dying, but he believed that God was giving Henry the information. There for it was true. But could it be true? The end of the world because of a boy.

Henry looked down at his hands and puzzled at what he had just said. A flash, a picture from the dream he had of himself being an angel came into his mind's eye. Maybe he was still having a dream, a very long dream. Maybe something happened after he left work. 'Did I get run over and now here I am in Hell?'

"Yes Henry" A voice, the voice of Henry's personal tour guide of Hell. It was Damion, "As far as I know that's all correct. Which means that you have to hurry up and get ready for going back and stopping the boy. Henry?" Henry had began to cry.

"Am I dead? What the hell happened to me?"

"Henry it's alright, you're not dead, you're just here for a bit. Listen we have to go meet an angel so that you can get some powers. You need these powers to be able to defeat the boy. He's the anti-christ that will destroy the world... if you don't stop him that is."

A bright light appeared on the insides of Henry's eye lids. Henry opened his eyes suddenly, but the light did not go away. The light was brilliant and every where. Millions of voices that were cramed into one booming voice said, "Henry, go with him. He knows what he has to do. You need to understand. Follow what Damion tells you to do. His words are God's."

"God???" The words came out sounding like they came from a distant place, echoed over miles to reach Henry's mouth. Damion stared at Henry's dumb struck face.

"I am a messanger for God. Don't be scared Henry. Fear leads to failure."

Fright overcame him, he was scared that Henry had had some kind of heart attack and the world would dye, God wouldn't let him into Heaven then. He didn't want to spend another day in Hell much less then an eternity. He grabbed Henry's shoulders and shook him back and forth.

"Henry!! Are you alright?"

Henry snapped back and Damion appeared. His face had fear pouring out and his black eyes were as wide as quarters. "I'm alright, I'm alright!"

"Oh man you scared me. What happened to you."

"We have to go some place. You know where. Take me now, please." Damion knew what Henry was taking about. They had to go out into the desert and wait for the angel to come. Then Henry would leave to fight.

"Ok. Let's go Henry."

"Is that a new guy?"

"Kind of."

Henry looked at the wall that the old man was up against. The old man had a paint brush and pallet and was painting the wall. He was about ten feet up the wall and Henry would see that the old man was creating a gigantic picture of several different things, one in the million was a boy with a tiny dog in his hand, another was a bird with lion riding it. Most of the pictures were very eccentric with no appairent meaning. The section that the old man was working on now was man's face with an open mouth, on the in inside of his mouth was the earth. It was small and meaningless inside his mouth. That was how it was for the old man, a small thing that happened along time ago.

From what Herny saw, the old man would be working very long on the wall, since it did reach so high that Henry could not even see the top. But then again, what else did the man have to do?

"Whadaya mean by that?"

"He's a special case. Lord all mighty is giving him something so that he can stop the anti-christ."

Henry jerked his head away from the wall, "What!"

"I don't have the words to explain everything. But when everything is good and done with, I'm going to go to Heaven."

The old man almost dropped the pallet, "Sweet mother of Jesus, that's terrific Damion. You said there's an anti-christ?"

"Yes, in fact Henry, we had better go now. So bye for now David. I'll come back before I leave, knock on wood. I promise."

"Bye Damion, and good luck son."

Damion and Henry walked a little was untill they reached where they were going, Damion's home. The small hovel was built against the side of the building across from the wall the old man was painting. The little home was constructed of aluminum signs. The signs layed on a structure frame of iron pipes. There was no door except for a dirty, old, ragady rug. It hung over the edge of the shanty and was being kept down with a few large pieces of brimstone.

They stepped inside and Henry saw that the little home was bigger looking than it looked from the outside. There was a single bed on the right with one sheet on it that looked extremely worn and unclean. On the left stood a small three legged table with a kerosene lamp on top of it (it red like the one that Anne had bought at the antique shop on the day of their picnic.) Against the brickwall was a shelf with many black books and red titles inscribed on the spines.

"Please sit down. Make yourself at home." At this cliche Damion snickered and turned around, some home he had. He lit the kerosene lamp with some matches that he had pulled out between two books. The rug flapped in with a gust of wind and Damion stepped in front of Henry.

Henry decided to sit down on the bed, his face looked up at Damion's. Damion spoke, "So who in the world am I, right? And why did I bring you here, where ever here is, right?"

"Yeah, we can start from there."

"My name is Damion. This place is Hell. And the reason I brought you here is because..."

Henry cut in and began to tell Damion why he was there, how he knew, he didn't know. "I'm the one that's supposed to save the world. You brought me here because I have to get something so I can fight a boy, the anti-christ. And the world will die if I don't succeed at my task." Damion didn't even know about this last part about the world dying, but he believed that God was giving Henry the information. There for it was true. But could it be true? The end of the world because of a boy.

Henry looked down at his hands and puzzled at what he had just said. A flash, a picture from the dream he had of himself being an angel came into his mind's eye. Maybe he was still having a dream, a very long dream. Maybe something happened after he left work. 'Did I get run over and now here I am in Hell?'

"Yes Henry" A voice, the voice of Henry's personal tour guide of Hell. It was Damion, "As far as I know that's all correct. Which means that you have to hurry up and get ready for going back and stopping the boy. Henry?" Henry had began to cry.

"Am I dead? What the hell happened to me?"

"Henry it's alright, you're not dead, you're just here for a bit. Listen we have to go meet an angel so that you can get some powers. You need these powers to be able to defeat the boy. He's the anti-christ that will destroy the world... if you don't stop him that is."

A bright light appeared on the insides of Henry's eye lids. Henry opened his eyes suddenly, but the light did not go away. The light was brilliant and every where. Millions of voices that were cramed into one booming voice said, "Henry, go with him. He knows what he has to do. You need to understand. Follow what Damion tells you to do. His words are God's."

"God???" The words came out sounding like they came from a distant place, echoed over miles to reach Henry's mouth. Damion stared at Henry's dumb struck face.

"I am a messanger for God. Don't be scared Henry. Fear leads to failure."

Fright overcame him, he was scared that Henry had had some kind of heart attack and the world would dye, God wouldn't let him into Heaven then. He didn't want to spend another day in Hell much less then an eternity. He grabbed Henry's shoulders and shook him back and forth.

"Henry!! Are you alright?"

Henry snapped back and Damion appeared. His face had fear pouring out and his black eyes were as wide as quarters. "I'm alright, I'm alright!"

"Oh man you scared me. What happened to you."

"We have to go some place. You know where. Take me now, please." Damion knew what Henry was taking about. They had to go out into the desert and wait for the angel to come. Then Henry would leave to fight.