2/10/99
UNFAIRLY SENT TO HELL
BY
MATTHEW A. BIDDLE
CHARACTERS:
Henry Eavens (H.Eavens-heavens): Henry is from Revalat (Revalations), South Carolina and he's an average sized man with an average weight for the size. His face includes icy blue colored eyes, regular nose, straight teeth, a smooth face, thined out eyebrows, regular sized mouth, regular ears, and blond hair that is about an inch long that Henry gels straight up. Henry is 21
Henry has muscle but not bulky looking arms. His arms and legs are just hairy enough for you to notice the hair. He has a six pack because of a routen of sit-ups before going to bed every night. Henry has a medium-low voice.
Henry is fresh out of college and working for an architecture company as an apprentice, but has been passing his work around trying to get someone to buy his blueprints. Everyday around noon he goes down the street from his office to eat lunch with his girlfriend who also lives with him.
Henry's appearal, at work, is usually black slacks, black suit jackets, black shined shows, and a variety of different colored dress shirts. For cold nights Henry wears a black overcoat. Henry's appearal, off work, is usually baggy jeans, a variety of different humorous t-shirts, a pair of black steel toe boots, five chains that make a ladder going up his leg that connect to a wallet with the word ZERO printed on it. For cold nights Henry wears a green hooded jacket.
Henry likes architecture, punk and rock related music, playing his silver glitter Gretesh guitar, reading novels, and debtating and talking with his girlfriend.
Henry eats most foods except: pickles, coconuts, peppers, olives, mustard, grapefruit, and seafood in whole.
Henry is not religous. Henry is a loveing, kind, smart, caring, intellectual person to his girlfriend. Henry is a kind, funny, intellectual person to be around, when with friends; but when with strangers he is fairly silent. Henry doesn't have much of a temper, except for when someone offends, physical or verbaly harms a friend, relative or his girlfriend, and in those cases he can get very violent.
Angelica (Anne) Shay (angel): Anne is from Dogan (Dog-God), New York and about the same height as Henry and weighs about 110. Her face is very preaty. She has deep blue eyes that are wide, a small nose, small mouth, beautifull rosy cheeks, straight teeth thin eyebrows, very sentuous ears, long blond hair. Anne is 20.
Anne has average length arms and long legs that are thin, medium sized breast, and a low soprano voice. She has a flat firm stomach, and a firm butt.
Anne has just graduated from college and is working for a publishing company. She wants to become an editor but is an apprentice right now. Around noon everyday she goes next door to eat lunch with Henry, with who she lives with.
Anne's appearal, for work, is usually a formal blouse and skirt, high heels, and varies scarfs that ties her hair in a pony tail. A velvet colored overcoat for cold nights. Her appearal, off work, is tight jeans, t-shirts, sneakers, and berrets in her hair. A pull-over sweatshirt with a wind up dog on the front for cold nights.
Anne loves reading, rock related music, talking and debating with Henry, going into chatrooms and debating with others about the news.
Anne eats most things except for really fattening foods and sea food as a whole.
Anne is a Christian. Anne is a loving person to anyone, she's funny, kind, intellectual, smart, person for Henry to be with. Around friends she's just the same. She has no temper except for when people close to her are hurt.
Damion (Demon): Damion is a tall man standing at 6'5" and weighs 170 pounds. Damion is from Hell, Deths, Florida when he was alive. He has a hole is the left and right side of his head with a diameter of about half an inch. This is because he was mugged one night as he was walking to his car after work. He refused to had over his money and tried to fight back and as a result the mugger, who was killed after being chased by cops for another murder and pulled out his gun, shot at the cops and then was gunned down with about twelve shots in various place on his body, put a bullet in Damion's head. His other facialy features are black eyes, an arched nose, no eyebrows, dark tan skin, a very small mouth, very croocked teeth, no hair, regular ears with black crust around the inner ear. Damion is 29, 31 if he was still alive.
Damions body is some what ripped and like his head there is no hair on any part of his body. His hands a very corse and he has many callisus on his hands. His feet are covered on the bottom with planters warts.
Damion is the lucky won forced by God to go to Earth and find the man that lives in Dogan that will stop the anti-christ. As a human his job was as a manager of a local restraunt in Santo (saint), Texas. In Hell Damion runs a small strip joint.
Damion is eternal in this appearal: black pants, black jacket, white dress shirt, red and black checkered over coat and a matching scarf. He did have black shiny shoes, but they were tooken away to further his torment.
Damion doesn't have many pleasures except for reading some books that writers in Hell have written. He also enjoyes watching locals fighting, trying to kill each other but really just torture each other with eternal life after death.
Damion doesn't eat or drink anything, to do this he would only stuff his intestine with food, sense they are sealed off for torture, and make Hell even worse for himself.
Damion is not religious. Damion is one of the Good in Hell and was sent to Hell for the soul purpose that he did not believe in God or Jesus. Damion did have somewhat of a temper but never enough to hurt anyone, just yell and stomp out of a room.
Stanley Sonly (Stanley-Satan's Sonly-son): Stanley is only 6 years old when introduced. Stanley lives with his parents Maxwell and Tessa in Kilar (killer) Arkansa. He is about 4'2" tall and about 70 pounds. He has very peach colored face with a small somewhat flat nose, rosy cheeks, thin eyebrows, an average mouth and ears, light blue eyes, a chicken pock on the tip of his nose, and very blonde hair that is somewhat long.
Stanley is a slim little boy. He has a few scraps on his knees and elbows. His skin is tan from running around in the sprinklers with the neighbor's kids on those warm summer days.
Stanley is just starting pre-school in Kilar.
Stanley's appearal is usally shorts, t-shirts, stripped socks, sneakers, and on cold nights his Teletubbies jacket.
Stanley loves watching t.v., playing with the neighbors kids, having his mother read stories to him, having his dad swing him around in circles.
Stanley eats most things except: vegetables, fish, pickles, and most bitter foods. His favorite food to eat is chocolate cereal.
Stanley goes to a christian church with his parents but thinks it's just something that everyone has to do. If Stanley wants something he'll usually ask a few times then stop. He doesn't have much of a temper, but sometimes he will throw a fit.
STORY PLOT:
Stanley's father has discovered new way to compress atom bombers to gernade sized bombs to destroy more teritory in the up comeing North American attack against Europe in the "War for the World". Stanley is brainwashed by Satan and given some talents to help him acquire the blueprints for the "Mini A-Bomb" and disperse to world powers so that they would destroy each other and the world.
Damion, from Hell, is choosen to return to Earth and find "The Man That Will Save Us" and bring him back to Hell where he will be given some talents himself.
Henry with the help of his girlfriend, Anne, will have to try and stop Stanley from passing the blueprints to the Europeans and mass destruction that would destroy Earth.
MAJOR EVENTS:
Stanley has the dream in which Satan tells him what to do and gives him his talents. He uses mind control to get his dad to take him to the plant and then steal the blueprints for the "Mini A-Bomb".
Damion is choosen and sent to Earth.
Henry meets Damion and goes to Hell with him. Henry receives his talents
Satan tries stopping Henry by sending him into a vast labyrinth. Henry is tortured with personal fears.
Henry and Anne manage to stop Stanley from sending the blueprints. At the same time in Hell the Good is fighting the Bad to keep the Bad from taking over the whole city and forcing the Good to wander Hell with Damion as the leader.
Henry and Stanley go to a wasteland to fight to the end to stop one or the other.
Henry defeats Stanley (although Stanley is not killed, just merely returned to a normal state) as the Good push back the Bad.
Damion becomes an angel like God promised him and Henry and Anne get married.
Henry begins attending church and becomes a faithful Christian.
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UNFAIRLY SENT TO HELL
IN THE BEGINNING GOD CREATED THE
HEAVENS AND THE EARTH
Genesis 1:1
(Part 1)
1
Heaven and Hell? Two places that I have always wondered about. Are they real? Many people believe that they both existes, but why? Why do they think that a god can decide if you're going to live in eternal bliss, or eternal misery. Where is proof that these places really exists? And if people have "proof" is the "proof" real?
Both my parents grew up faithful christians and are still faithful christians. But why put so much time and effort into something that people hundreds of years ago could have just made up. Then all that time would have been wasted. When my parents took me to church on Sundays and Wednesdays it wasn't much fun for me as a kid. I had to listen to stories that when given any thought would show that they weren't true. But the people told me that the stories were true. Lies was what I thought.
At church I also heard people talk about how Jews were evil and anyone who didn't believe in God and Jesus would burn in Hell. Just another story to me. Now I realize that there's a lot of bigotry against other religions. But aren't Christians taught to love everyone?
As I grew up my feelings and thoughts about christianity grew stronger. When I told my parents that I no longer wanted to go to church they told me I would go to Hell if I said things like that. "I don't believe in Hell", I told them.
Well as time went by they furthered themselves away from me and I to them. I moved out when I was eighteen and came up to Dogan. I went to college, worked small jobs, and graduated. Then I meet the beautiful Anne. She lived a couple of apartments down from mine. Everyday we sat at the bus bench and talked about things of interest. She'd usually have something opposite to say of what I had said. But she opened up my view on somethings and I to her.
So I asked her to lunch one day. Since then we've been meeting everyday. Infact we now live together, me 21, her 20. She's really great and everything but there is one thing, she is a Christian. I certainly don't have a problem, but she does. She just wants me to come to church with her. But it's my choice, right? And I don't want to do something that I don't have to do, and something that I don't believe in.
But maybe I am wrong. Maybe there is a place called Heaven. A place where there is no pain and suffering, no fear and stress. Where you can pick and eat fruits that are so tender and ripe, and the taste is the greatest you will ever taste. You will find your loved ones and from then on you can truly express how your heart feels for them. You and other beautiful beings like you will rome, with no rush what so ever, around cities that will take any eternity to describe. You watch ethereal angels glide so easily through the clouds above you and ponder about their beauty. You will never again feel threatened because everyone loves each other. And every creature, thing, and plant glows with a radiant aura. With colors that humans on Earth have not seen yet. Maybe this place called Heaven does exsist.
And maybe there is a place called Hell. A place that every mortal man, woman, and child should fear. A place where the sun is replaced with firey pits that will keep the heat way past any that we have ever known. Every sly, decieving, dirty, rotten, low-life-peice-of-shit-soul goes to this place to be tortured by demons for an eternatity. Water is a myth in this desert land where there is a constant moaning that could drive anyone to the brink of sanity. If you are to meet anyone you knew in your formal life, beware because they could be a trick that will only further you pain and torture. In Hell there is no happiness and love, no one to trust and no one to save you from this eternatity of life renching hatered and pain. Maybe this place called Hell does exsist.
But whose to say that I'm wrong and there right when there's not really any proof? Whose to say that Hindu's are wrong? Maybe they're the one's that are worshiping that true religion. Maybe when you die you do just come back to Earth over and over till you reach a state of peace that is so great that you go to a new place with beings of great peace. Or maybe Native-Americans have been the right one's all this time. Maybe when we die we become one with the Earth and Mother Nature. Whose to say they're wrong?
Which brings me to one last question. Is it really fair for people that believe with all their heart in a religion besides christianity, are to be damned to Hell? Isn't that a little unfair?
2
"Hello, this is Tara Brink with a channel twenty-two WDBS live news cast on March 4 from Nobel, England. I'm here in front of the European War Commitee Office where just nine and a half minutes ago a Canadian-North-American spy was killed in front of hundreds of people." Henry Eavens and Angelca Shay are both stunned by this news. They were only seconds ago laughing at a rerun of the "Simpsons" when this broadcast cut in. They were slouched down in their navy blue couch that Anne brought with her when she moved into Henry's one bedroom, family room, dinning room, kitchen, and bathroom apartment only two weeks ago. Anne had had her head resting comfortably on Henry's shoulder. When the broadcast came onto the 16" t.v. screen they both became rapt with every word of Tara Brink and leaned forward to the picture of the traditional looking European building.
"As you may recall three days ago John Frony was captured by some British-European soldiers. John Frony was relaying a message to North-American Intelligence when he was captured and tooking to EWCO. Now, we have been given the message that was relayed that night and about to play itfor you. Here are the last words of John Frony, "----- do you read me? ----- do you read me?"
"Yes ----, we read you. What is it? Over."
"I've got the pictures of the attack plan. They have written it in some different languages but this is what I can read. 'On the eighth of March, a round of, I'm not sure maybe nine, missiles will be launched from Turkey at... again I'm not sure. They will be aimed at Washington D.C. and New York City. That's all I can get, but I think I got some of the pertant stuff anyway. Over. Wait, wait there is something else. On the twenty-second of March... There's someone coming. Over."
(In a british males voice), "Hello North-Americans, don't expect to ever see this man again.~~~~~~"
"Now North-American officals have not spoken to the Europeans since that night, but the North-American officals have planned to unite and speak with the Europeans tommorow night, which we will be covering. So untill then this is Tara Brink of channel twenty-two WDBS. Now back to your regularly schedualed program."
Henry knew that Anne would have something else to change his opinion, but he said it anyway, "I can't believe those bastard Europeans killed that guy. They just don't care who they kill." He was turned to Anne, looking into her deep blue eyes as she began to state her own opinion.
"Yes, you're right that they shouldn't have killed him. But," here it comes, "there's just as much blame to be given to the North-Americans, us. We sent the poor man over there. We endangered his life. We killed him when we sent him over there. The Officals probably knew he would die, it was just a matter of time."
"Yeah, you're right.", of coarse, "I just don't understand why the Europeans think that they can take North America from us and turn it into West Europe. I mean fighting for a counrty is horribly stupid, but fighting for a whole continent is just ridicules." Henry had gotten up by now and was walking through the dinning room going towards the kitchen. Anne turned the t.v. off and began heading towards the kitchen also. Henry pulled out a chocolate silk pie that was half gone. "Want me to cut you a piece? We can take it into the bedroom."
"Sure, a little pie can't kill you. I'm tired anyways." It was a quarter after eleven and they both had to get up at seven in the morning to head off for there jobs, Henry at an architecture office and Anne at an editing office. They had each gone to the Dogan Community College. And they both had promenet positions for moving up the job ladder.
Henry cut them both a slice of the chocolate silk pie and dished it out onto two of Anne's mother's plates. Anne had gotten the little, blue plates when she moved away from home. He picked up two forks, also from her mother, and they headed towards the bedroom. Anne was in her white with pink, little bunny pajamas and slippers. Henry was wearing green, plaid, boxer shorts and his DCC grey shirt. Anne had attached herself around Henry's waist and was walking bent over with her head against his back. They walked into the bedroom that was no longer Henry's, but theirs.
Even though Henry felt that there was less privicy between him and her, he also felt that they were closer and loved each other even more now. The door that was closed between each of them was now open and they could really see each other. They could learn the smallest intricasies of each other. They were no longer seperate energies of love, but now they made one large energy being of love and happiness that the opened door had created.
Henry loved the thought of waking up every morning with his angel in his arms. His strong but thin arms wrapped around her slim tender body. The smell of peach aroma coming from her long blonde hair. His arm resting on her wonderfully curved thighs and waist. His fingertips touching her tight stomach. Her long, thin, silky legs entangled with Henry's.
In the bedroom there was the queen sized bed up against the wall opposite the door. This was Henry's bed that he grew up with; although the matress, sheets, bedspread and a couple of boards had been changed over the years once or twice. The bed now had blue acsenting sheets and quilts that Anne had chosen. On both sides of the bed are matching Wal-Mart nightstands and navy blue lamps. To the left of the room two oak dressers standing side-by-side, one owned by Henry and one by Anne. To the right is a closet that is filled with pants, dress shirts, dresses, shoes, and other odd things that just didn't have any other place. The last thing in the room was a mirror that hung on the wall over the bed. With a crown molding frame that matches the crown molding in the rest of the apartment, Anne had brought this item. A piece of her childhood.
After finishing feeding their pie to each other they cleaned each others lips off with a long kiss, Henry's mouth covering Anne's smaller mouth. Henry loved Anne and kissing her. When they kissed it was more then just a kiss, it was a connection between two soulmates.
Henry took both the plates and set them on his nightstand, reached up, pulled the chain to the lamp and turned off the light. Anne turned off the lamp on her nightstand also. It was now dark in the room except for the green, yellow, and red lights coming through the windows above the nightstands. They got under the sheets and Anne slid over and on top of Henry. He could feel her somewhat large but tender breast through her pajama shirt. He felt her cool breath blowing in his face. Anne kissed Henry's nose, it felt like a little feather was resting on his nose. Henry put his arms around her and rolled both of them onto their sides. Anne interwined her legs with Henry's and put her arms to her chest. Henry whisperd to Anne in the most lovingly voice, "I love you so much Angel" That was the first time he ever used that pet name. Anne liked it.
3
"Mommieee. Can we get these?"
"No Stanley. You can't have those. Now come on. Mommy has to hurry up and get home to fix Daddies dinner."
Stanley Sonly put the box of Oreos down on the ground and ran to catch up with Tessa Sonly. Stanley is Tessa's only child. Even though Tessa and Maxwell tried over the years for another child, preferably a girl, they've had trouble. The docters say that when Stanley was born her eggs were damaged, and that she would probably never get pregnate again. Although, there is a chance that one of those eggs will produce another child. Preferably a girl.
Tessa was 21 when Stanley was born. She was ready for the baby and her and Maxwell had just gotten married. Tessa had to quit her job at the newspaper, but she was quiet all right with that. Maxwell had just got a job in Arkansa and would make enough as a researcher slash engineer at a government plant that she could stay home.
Stanley grew up with Mommy reading stories to him, taking him to the park to play with mommy's friend's kids. He loved going to McDonalds and playing on the playground as Tessa talked on her cellular phone to her friends. And everyday at six O'clock Daddy would come home from work, come in, pick up Stanley, walk over to Tessa and kiss her and Stanley. They ate dinner around seven O'clock, and Tessa always cooked meals that filled the whole house with an aroma that made your mouth water. They would always sit in the same order at the four seat table: Daddy on the left side, Mommy on the right side, and in the middle was Stanley. Stanley never liked eating vegtables, but if he didn't "no airplane ride".
Now Stanley is six years old. He is in pre-school and loves it. Everyday he gets to go and play with his friends. He also gets to fingerpaint, play parachute, listen to stories done through hand puppets, and in the middle of all the fun he gets to have milk and cookies. And at noon he always takes a nap on his red and blue mat.
The little boy has somewhat long blonde hair, the blonde he gets from his mother, and he has blue eyes that are the exacate same color as his fathers. On the very tip of his little nose is a little crater that Stanley gave himself when he had the chicken pocks the year before. "Now Stanley don't itch, you'll be sorry." On his arms and legs he has several bruises and cuts that are bandaged up with three or four bandaids, because as Stanley says, "It makes the hurt go away when lots of banaids are on." But the best thing about Stanley are his cheeks. His cheeks shine rosy pink all the time, instead of peachy tan like the rest of his skin. People always came up to Tessa saying, "Oh what an adorible little boy.", and, "Your as cute as a doll sweet-cheeks." Tessa didn't mind, infact she liked the attention Stanley drew, but Stanley wasn't to keen on the matter. He thought that it was stupid, but he always played along because he's a good sport. That's what his dad says, "Be a good sport Stanley."
Stanley and Tessa came walking out the store. Tessa pushed the cart away from the Publix in Kilar, Arkansa. Stanley had his hand on the cart like his mother had told him to do everytime they were by cars. Tessa could see the old gas station that was under way of becoming a new Texeco gas station. Every thing was surrounded with large pine trees here. Tessa looked left for cars, she could see the Eckards next to Publix, a job opening sign was out and Tessa thought that maybe she could work there as Stanley was at pre-school. A man was at a pay phone. He was tall and fat. His dirty shirt could barely keep his pot belly from bursting out. Tessa liked it here in Kilar, but some of the people in the town made her a little nautius.
When Tessa looked to the right she could see the McDonalds diagnol from the Publix. This is where she usually brought Stanley and spoke with Julia or Libby on the phone. When seeing the McDonalds Stanley took in a deep breath and said, "Owww, look mommy, it's McDonalds, can we go there?"
"No, no honey we gotta get home. Daddies going to be home soon and I've gotta fix dinner."
They got in to a red Dodge Neon. Stanley sat in the back seat and sang to his sing-along tape on the way back home. Tessa was planning what to start cooking first in order to have dinner ready for Maxwell at the usual seven. The Hamburger Helper, the mashpotatoes, and then the rolls.
When the two got home Tessa saw that Maxwell's car was in the driveway. Stanley ran inside and got into his daddy's lap. Maxwell was sitting on the couch watching the six O'clock news 'So much pointless fighting. I hope I solved it.' "Hey Stan, where've you been?"
"With Mommy. We got dinner and food." He was sitting next to his daddy on the black and grey stripped couch in the front room.
"Hi honey." Tessa walked in through the front door with three grocery bags, two on her left, one on her right and her purse in her hand. "Today was horrible. At the bank the line was unbelievably long. And the traffic was backed up when we left the pre-school because of some damn crash. And you know how it gets on these skiny, little two lane streets."
Maxwell turned the channel over to Nickelodeon and told Stanley to stay there. Maxwell and Tessa walked together into the kitchen. Tessa set the groceries down on the counter and got started on cooking the dinner. "So how was your day?"
"Today down at the plant something amazing happened. Guess what it was."
"You got a raise." Tessa turned to Maxwell excitedly. Maxwell nodded his head no. "Well then I don't know Max. What happened?"
"I've been researching on missiles and how to impove them, you know, because the war. I got this idea two nights ago about the Atom-bomb, I had a dream about it, I saw the blueprints and everything. So if we could shrink it we could destroy a lot of the European country's all at once and also end the war."
Tesse turned back to the grocerys and began to take them out. As she did this, she mumbled to herself about how the war was so stupid.
"Well today we were working on the subject and as if I were destined to figure it out, the blueprints just popped into my head. I drew everything up in less than two hours. Named it the M-bomb. And in a way I did get a raise, the plant's going to give me ten-thousand dollars to buy the blueprints."
Tessa jumped onto Maxwell wrapping her arms around his neck and his around her waist. "Oh that's great Max darling." She kissed him on his nose and looked into his eyes. "And I hope this does end the war. I really hope it works."
The three ate dinner happier than ever that night and they even went out for ice cream. Stanley was put to bed at eight and Tessa And Maxwell went into their bedroom at nine. They made love that night and thought that luck was their best friend...
But... friends can be deceiveing, very deceiving.
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That night Stanley had a dream that wasn't very much like a dream. Infact the dream had taken Stanley out of his bed and put him some place else. The dream had really happened. In the dream Stanley had been walking through a place that he had never seen and did not like at all. It was a desert land where the world was an everlasting sandbox. Nothing had any color except for red and black. Stanley was very hot and he was starting to sweat. He was walking in this vacant land with no one in sight. A hot breeze picked up and blew Stanley's hair back. Some sand got blown into Stanley's eyes and he started to cry and yell for his mommy.
Stanley hunched down to the ground in his Spider-man pajamas and whimpered to the sand. Stanley was dreadfully scared, 'where's Mommy and Daddy?' Stanley was sweeting all over now and his eyes were teared up. His eyes were red from crying and rubbing.
Then there was a man. He was just there. Like a magic bunny pulled out of a hat, he appeared out of nothing. The man was very tall, six feet at the least. He was black and crusty with burnt up jean shorts that were black like the man. He looked like he had walked through a fire, or maybe an explosion. He could have been a marshmello that was kept in too long in the open camp fire. He was bare foot and had no shirt. The man had an ear ring pierced through his nipple. The man stepped over to Stanley without making any imprints in the sand.
He towered over Stanley and his shadow incapsulated the boy that wasn't even half the size of him. Stanley had stopped crying and was just taking stuttered breaths. Stanley began to look up and open his eyes. As he was opening his sore little eyes he noticed the shadow that had swallowed his. He immediatly began crawling away and crying, kicking up dirt as he franticly tried to escape. In a voice that was combined with both of Stanley's parent's voices, the man said to the little boy that was pissing in his pants, "And where do you think you're going to go? This just goes on and on, forever and ever, can't you see?"
Stanley was crying again, his tears were pouring down his face with a steady, rapid flow. He was tring to think of a way to get out of this bad, bad place that he didn't like at all. He was aware that he had wee-weed on himself, but he figured that getting in trouble with his parents was better then staying in this big, hot sandbox. He shouted back at the scary monster, "Leave me alone Bad Man. My daddy will hurt you."
"Hey Buddy, I'm not a bad man, I'm your friend. Come on buddy, I'm not gonna hurt ya." The man was smiling, revealing his black teeth that were half gone already. He was only about two feet behind Stanley because of his giant strides.
Stanley took a look behind him to see if he was losing the bad man, but of course he was right there. Stanley was sweating even worse now and sand was getting inside his pajamas. He barely noticied either of these things.
"Listen Buddy, I'm here because you're an important little boy." This caught hold of Stanley's attention but did not stop him. "Your daddy made something that is very special. It's going to change your life and your mommies life and your daddies life. It's going to change everyone's life, even mine Buddy." Now Stanley was slowing down. He was getting tired but still determined to get home and get in his daddies arms; he'd be safe there. And he'd be so happy he would eat vegtables without fussing about it. "Stanley, listen."
"Hey! How did you know my name." Now Stanley had stopped and he turned over onto his back. He could see the man's whole body. The thing on his nipple was the strangest thing he had ever seen; other then every thing else that was happening in this scary sandbox.
"Because, you're a special little boy. Listen Buddy, have you ever heard of Satan." Stanley shook his head. "And you probably think he's a really mean person, right?" Again Stanley shook his head. He was also looking side to side for anything at all besides sand; nothing. "Well he's not. He sent me here. He wants me to give you something. Now stand up ok."
Stanley stood up and brushed his back off. He tried to get the sand out of his pants by pulling the fabric away from his skin then letting it flap back several times untill he felt it was good enough. He could also see the wet streak down his legs and felt a little embarassed. He was now standing half a foot below the man's waist. In a bleek voice Stanley spoke to the man, "Who are you and why do you look like that?" He then sniffed a little.
"I don't know who I am or why I look like this", Actually he did know. His name is Justan Berch, at least when he was alive it was. He looked the way he looked because of when he died. He was a pyromaniac for hire. He had always been a pyro and when he was introduced to a man named Man So, a chinenese restraunt owner that was doing very bad one year, he learned about insurance and fires. He was hired for five-thousand dollars to burn down the restraunt. Justan loved the idea and took the job. He did the job quite well in his mind and was hired a month later by another failing businessman. This was how he made his money and how he payed for his home in the subburbs of Benunton, California. He was way in over his head one fateful night and was to drunk for the job. He wanted the fire to be spectacular this time. He had rigged the whole computer repair shop with nitrogliceren and thought to himself, 'Maybe I could just stay here and watch the fire start. I'll get out just after the fire gets really lovely. Yeah, I can do it.' He was confident of himself. So he flicked the switch. Just as the flames scorched his skin and his blood raced up to boiling point, he flew out of his body. He watched as his body exploded while he raced into the air, through the building and into the sky. When he was far enough where he wasn't able to see the exploding building anymore, he made a turn in direction and started to fall back to the ground. He couldn't feel the wind rushing through his hair or around his body. He was getting close to the end of the road, but when he should have hit the ground, he just kept going. He didn't go into the ground but through it and into another place, Hell. He was now falling towards the rugged, dirt ground. And when he hit the ground he hit hard, not like previously where he just went through. This was the new world that he would adapt to with it's horrible heat and misery.
The cripsy fried man began to hunch over to Stanley, it was sort of like a big dead timber tree falling over. The man looked into Stanley's little teary eyes and Stanley looked into the man's black eyes. Stanley became unaware of what was happening now. The man was instructing Stanley of what he would do in the next few days. Stanley was under hypnosis by Justan. Through justan's eyes, he told Stanley that he would have special powers now and the man then touched Stanley's forehead, Stanley closed his eyes and saw a place where there was nothing but pure white light. Out of the mist came a small, floating, black, ball. The ball made its way to Stanley and as though he weren't there it went though his head. As it passed through Stanley, he felt a rush of power, of knowledge, of hate, and of life. The lives of many who would suffer because of Stanley's power over so many.
Everything had gone blank and Stanley was unconsciense. He was back underneath his Power Rangers sheets and blankets. Everything that had ever been taught to him on how to be a good little boy was gone. Every happy memory of pre-school and McDonalds were gone. Evertime Stanley's father swung him around and made him feel like he was flying was taken and replaced with hatered and the plans that would be forced into the mortal world. Stanley would no longer be the little boy that loved watching t.v. or listening and singing with the sing-along tape. This was the new deproved Stanley Sonly that was chosen to end the world. To end human life forever.
"For the time is at hand."
1:3 Rev.
4
"Bleep... Bleep... Bleep" 7:00 A.M. was on the screen of the Timex alarm clock in green florescent digital numbers and letters. Both Henry and Anne were awaken by the dream breaking noise. Henry had been dreaming about himself flying through the sky, swooping by heads of buildings. He had had wings sprouting out of his bear back. They were large angelic wings with glowing white feathers. Wings like the ones that were on the pictures posted to the bulletin board in the front of the church that Henry had gone to as a child. Henry could see people down on the ground in the streets and on the sidewalks. Most people commuting in cars had stopped to look at the heavenly man in the sky. Henry had landed on the porch of a hotel room and looked at his reflection in the sliding glass door. He began crying at the sight of the wings that were truely beautiful, beautiful on a whole nother plane of exsistance. The alarm had gone off as he was turning around and starring into the sun. The face of a woman that resembled Anne stared back. But he was pulled away from this glorious dream to the real world at this point.
Anne too had been having a dream. She was at her home in the subburbs of Dogan. The home was decorated with brown, biege, and black furnature and fabric. Anne was sitting in an old wicker chair in front of a fireplace with burning logs inside. A quilt with brown doxens was on her lap. She was talking with her father, who was sitting on a black and grey stripped couch, about her beloved Henry. She asked her father if she should stay with Henry even though he wasn't Christian. He wouldn't speak, just stare at her with his blank greenish eyes. She kept asking him and was becoming aggitated. She got up and walked around the small homely room. And then the alarm went off as Anne's father began to speak. She heard him say to stay with him because he would need her help. She was waking out of the dream but was forcing herself to end the dream first. She said to her father, "But he isn't Christian."
"In time." And the dream was lost from her mental grip.
Henry was swating at the alarm clock that he couldn't seem to find it without opening his eyes. He layed faced down in the pillows trying to keep out the world. The alarm clock kept bleeping and Anne asked Henry to turn off the stupid thing. He turned his head up and opened his eyes. When he looked at the clock he stared, stunned with confusion. The alarm had HELL on the screen. Henry layed still for a couple of seconds and finally closed his eyes. When he reopened his eyes the alarm no longer read HELL but 6:01 A.M. His hand connected with the snooze button and stopped the electronic voice that was screaming "get up! get up! get up!"
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Anne was in the kitchen when Henry came out of the bathroom. Anne was in her usually work clothes: black skirt, navy blue blouse, and a matching scarf that had her hair pulled back in a pony tail. Henry always felt that the scarf has always made her look even more lovely.
Anne was pouring milk into a bowl of Kellogs Corn Flakes. She had set a bowl for Henry also, this was a meal that they both agreed was an important one. Anne sat at the table in the small dinning room. She called back for Henry telling him that his bowl of cereal was ready. "I'm coming Anne, just a sec."
Henry pulled up his black work pants and zipped up, grabbed a undershirt out of his dresser and pulled it over his head. He got a pair of socks out of the top draw of the dresser. On top of Anne's dresser was a picture of him and Anne sitting at the front fountain of the park down on Biddulph Street. The picture had been taking by one of Henry and Anne's friends, Tommy. Henry, Anne, Tommy and his girlfriend Marcy had gone to the park that day for a picnic. Henry and Anne had supplied the food, ham sandwiches, Lay's potato chips, sweet tea, and green apples. Tommy and Marcy had supplied the quilt and radio.
Henry and Anne had just had the picture taken when Anne stood up, lost balance and almost fallen into the foutain. Henry caught her and took her place by falling in instead of her. Anne laughed hestaricly with her hands up to her mouth. Henry got up off his back and got out of the water. He started spinning around and some of the water flew out of his clothes. Anne got a little wet and she made a little girl gasping sound. Henry walked up to her and hugged her, getting her front wet. Anne screemed with joy for Henry to stop. He gave her a big wet kiss on her left cheek and let go of her.
They had a lot of fun that day. Henry knew he truly loved her after the end of the day.
Once in the dinning room Henry kissed Anne on the back of her head. Her hair was clean after just showering and smelled like the peach scented shampoo she uses. Henry pulled out a chair from under the table and sat down, poured milk into his bowl of cereal and looked up at Anne. "So did you sleep good last night?"
"Alright. You?" She was looking at Henry with a smile. She was glad that in the dream she had, her father told her to stay with Henry. She never believed her dreams, but she wanted to believe in this one.
"Pretty good. That's because you were beside me." He winked his right eye at her. She reached her hand over to his and put it in his hand. She winked back at Henry. Henry looked over at the clock on the wall and saw that it was ten to seven. "Oh, we better hurry, we're running a little late to day."
The two of them finished their cereal and finished getting ready quickly, Henry put on a dress shirt and black suit jacket, gargurled some scope and dashed to the door where Anne was waiting.
They lived on the second floor of the apartment building. The bus stop is right outside the front door, so it didn't take to long to get the bus stop. They sat on the bench for about three minutes. Henry had his arm around Anne shoulders and she had her head resting on his shoulder.
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The town bus pulled up at it's regular time. The bus was standard white with blue horizontal stripes. Henry had always ridden the bus to where ever he was going. He had never actually owned a car or driven that much before he moved away from his home in Revalat. The fair for this bus was seventy-five cents per ride. He felt it was cheaper to ride the bus then to buy a car.
Henry and Anne stood up and walked to the open door and Henry let Anne step in first. Ray Hughs, the bus driver said "Hi" and they said "Hi" back. Ray was a skinny blackman that was thirty to thirty-five by what Henry had determined. Ray's a nice guy, with a lot of stories to tell, but, at times he did get a bit loquatous. Infact Henry felt that Ray talked way to much most the time.
The two sat down in the sixth seat back on the left row. In the third seat on the same row was Sally, no last name, just Sally. She's an old women with very thin white hair. She, like Henry and Anne, was always on the bus in the same seat. She wasn't very talkative. The reason Henry and Anne even knew her name was because of one day when Sally dropped her purse on the floor. The bus had hit a bump in the road and her purse flew out of her hands. The small, pink purse flew into the aisle and slide back towards the back of the bus. Henry reached out and stopped the purse. He picked up the purse and walked it to the old women. He told her his name and asked her her name. Sally talked to them one other time, but that wasn't a long conversation.
They meet other people from time to time on the bus. Once a woman running from her husband. Another tring to find her husband. A young boy running away from home once conversed with them. Many people rode the bus like Henry and Anne and had their stories to tell. And Henry would have never heard them if it weren't for Anne. Anne made him feel confident in speaking with others. Her presence made him feel overall happier.
The bus's path for the two was a some what short one. The bus went down Harrison Street past the Blockbuster that Henry rented movies every once in a while at. At the stop light the bus took a left and drove down Greoge Bush Avenue, on the left side of the street was a book store that they both went to a lot, The Little Book Store was it's name. When the bus reached the next stop light it took a right and passed the bank, goodwill, the two story McDonald's and the second bus stop that the bus path passed. After turning another left onto 29th Terrace the big buildings emmerge and downtown Dogan became apparent. The offices that Henry and Anne worked at were across from one another. On the corner of 29th Terrace and Pine Island Road was the First Union building and to it's right was Henry's destination, the Branch's Offices. Across the street stood the four story Earthling Publisher's Headquaters, Anne's destination.
The bus stopped at the thrid and final stop for them. The door opened to a bench in front of the First Union building. Henry and Anne got up and left. Ray said bye to the two and the two like wise to Ray.
Henry kissed Anne and told her, "Have a nice day Angel."
"You too. See you at lunch." She liked the new pet name that Henry was using for her now. It made her feel even more loved by him.
Henry watched Anne make her way across the street making sure she crossed safely. She did. Henry walked to the front entrance of the building that he worked at and pulled the doors open. There was a draft of glue coming out of the inside lobby. The building's carpet was being replaced with new durable carpet that was a dark blue color. This was going to be just another day for Henry. Just another day of life for a common man in a common work place.
5
Stanley woke around seven O'clock the next morning. His Spider-Man pajamas had dried up, but they still had a piss stain running down the inner sides of his legs. However, the fact of this did not bother Stanley. He slide out from underneath the Power Rangers bed covers and walked out of his small room that was painted with a pastel blue color. This was a room that was full of childhood pleasures: a closet full of action figures, each one a prize for being good on those long days shopping with Mommy. A desk that was filled with coloring books, collectable cards, Hot Wheels cars, that had their share of crashes in this bedroom, and his favorite book that his mommy had read to him on some many occasions, Stanley's Adventure. In the corner of his room was his miniture basketball hoop, he and his dad had several games on Stanley's basketball court.
As he left the room, the door to his room, which had a wooden sign that read STANLEY'S ROOM, shut slowly without any contact with Stanley. When the door was closed and Stanley gone from the room, it began to cool down in there from it's augmented tempeture of ninty-four degrees.
Stanley walked past the bathroom on the right side of the hall. In side was his T-Rex toothbrush, and Rugrats towels. The next door, which was on the left, lead to his parents room. The was closed from the previous night. Stanley reached up to the brass door handle with his young unworked hands and grabbed hold of the handle. He pulled down the door handle. The door began to open slowly and Stanley glanced into the room, making sure his parents were inside the room.
Tessa and Maxwell were laying in their queen sized bed, they rested under black sheets and blankets. The room had a mixed aroma of perfume and text books. Their clothes were laying on the ground and ontop of their modern looking furniture.
Tessa's hair was a bit mangled but the look was of a beautiful, youthful women. She had no make-up on, which made her appear very pure and innocous. Maxwell slept fast asleep to the right of Tessa. His snoring no longer effected Tessa's sleep, even though it had gotten extremly nerve racking, she still managed. His face had grown stubbled over night and his black hair was more then a mess.
Stanley stepped into the room and walked ever so quietly up to the foot of the bed. Stanley had a conscious but blank stare in his eyes. He had control of his body and mind, yet he was being guided by something else, something he didn't like. Stanley felt somewhat confused, but a voice in his head was keeping him on track. The voice told him to keep going.
His whole body was hot and a sweat had broken out on the back of his neck and forhead. Stanley felt cool though, like there was a window open somewhere in the house and a wind had blown in from outside. It felt like a walk in the park.
At the foot of the bed Stanley began talking to his parents. "I want to go to work with you Daddy. Let me go to work with you Daddy. I am going to go to work with you Daddy. Mommy, make Daddy take me to work today." Stanley's forhead was srunching up between his eyebrows. His little harmless fist were now balled up in a form ment to hurt.
His parents woke up slowly, first Tessa than Maxwell. "Hi Stanley. Why aren't you watching cartoons?" Cartoons was Stanley's first priority on weekdays.
Stanley's face was now back to normal and the sweat on him dried immediatly. In his right hand a black panda bear appeared, it's big, black eyes with white circles around them looked at Maxwell. Maxwell felt the stare and had a feeling of fear. He got rid of the thought instantly, 'What are you looken at Buddy?' he thought instead.
"I want go to work with Daddy today." There was a queer aspect of this question. He had never shown any intrest in his father's job. And his voice was so kind and at the same time it was a command being given to them.
"Sure Stan, that would be great." 'Especially today. He'll see how much people will look up to me today at the purchase of the blueprints.' "I mean if that's ok with Mommy."
"Ok." Tessa was a little confused at what was happening. She wasn't sure why she arreged with Maxwell, she wasn't sure what Stanley had said. She ok'ed it anyways, she had a feeling that she had to.
Stanley turned around and walked out of the bedroom and proceded into the living room. He sat down on the couch and flicked on the t.v. The volume went down and the station went onto CNN. The man on the screen was talking about the European North-American War. Stanley did not comprehend what the man with grey hair, black suit, and blue and grey checked shirt was talking about. But he watched with rapt attention.
In the bedroom of Tessa and Maxwell the two stared at each other. "That was odd", Tessa said bleakly. She thought about the panda bear Stanley was holding and tried to think back to when she had gotten it for him. The memory never came though. 'The panda was never really there, was it?'
"I'm just happy he wants to be there at the plant today. It's gonna be a good day, I can feel it."
They both layed back in bed for a half hour and at seven-thirty Maxwell got up and got ready. Tessa got Stanley ready in the meantime. The two boys left ten after eight with two bagged lunchs that Tessa had made. They drove out in the families newly purchased Lexus into the country where the plant was located. They arrived at eight-twenty. Yes Tessa, this was an eminent day in the making.
6
When the man that Stanley spoke to in his fantasticly, real dream, was blown up in the explosion and fell to Hell, there was two cities he could have chosen to enter. He chose to enter the city in front of him. The city behind him was constructed of gold and silver, however you could not tell because of the red light that came from the sky. Justan felt some pleasure by looking at the beautifull city, but not much. He still had feelings, but, he was also one of the damned, sent to Hell by God and his disciples. He was of by nature destined to go to the run down, rat infested, plagued, self-mutalations and teturous city before him.
Justan stood up after the tremendous fall he had endored and studied the gates before him. They were rusty and dirty looking. The top was at least forty feet up into the sky from what Justan determined. The pattern that the gates bore were iron spiderwebs that were rusted from the hot weather and sand that blew in between the crevisous's of the web. The lock on the gates twist and turn in a ball of confusion that only Satan might untwine.
To the left and right, endless walls ran to eternity and gave life to veins that had black blood coarsing through them. These were the black veins that feed blood to the rest of it's black body, the city. Justan was turned on by the darkness of the city. He could feel pain and agwish rising from the dirt surrounding this refuge for evil. He could feel the black blood start to embody him and take him into it's sick world. He would soon be like so many others, one with the city, one with darkness. He would soon be one of the Bad in the sadistic city and the nemesis of all that is good.
The gates crept open making a cry of pain as the hinges turned away from each other. A breeze that brought a taste of death with it, blew through Justan's hair. Although it was a hot gust of wind that felt like a belch from Satan himself, it was still very tantalizing for Justan's new path of afterlife.
Justan turned around for a minute and stared at the city that was at least a mile from this place, and snickered. There was nothing funny on his mind. He was just thinking about the new pleasures of hatered, horror and possiblities of torture that he would in doubtible experiance in the next eternity. He is a madman after all.
He stepped through and in a moment's flash he gained an understanding of where he was, and why he was sent there. He lived his whole life over again in the blink of an eye. All the terrible things he had done to others and the pain done to him was rehashed. The time he got stuffed in the toilet and half drowned by those fourteen year olds, It was all relived. Justan, for a moment, wished he had done differently, if he hadn't played with fires so much, if he hadn't blown up those buildings, if he hadn't killed five people on that occasion when he hadn't waited for a fucking minute so they could leave. He regreted doing those things, but, just for a moment. This was going to be heaven for him down in this place called Hell.
Welcome to paradise Justan! Let the fun begin.
7
Damion, a rather tall man, about six and a half feet tall with a some what ripped body, kicked a small black shoebox that had maggets pouring out of it's lid into an allyway to the left of him. Two holes were on his face, one above his right ear and the other through his left ear. The holes were the size of a small bullet. Skin hung from the hole on the rightside, this was the exit of one of the bullets. This deformity was the result of him being mugged and killed. One night as he was walking to his car after work a man mugged him. The man that mugged him was covered head to toe with black. The man had been very tense even though he was the one with the gun. Damion refused to hand over his money and tried to fight back, a rather weak struggle though, and as a result the mugger put a bullet in Damion's head. He suffered for about ten hours before he finally left life for good.
Two days later, the mugger was killed after being chased by several cops for another murder. He pulled out his gun, shot at the cops and then was gunned down with twelve shots in various places on his body.
Damion walked past a store that sold small antiques and in the reflection of the window he could see himself. The face staring back into his black eyes was a face of a man that was no longer man. His nose arched noticeably. Head shaved from the no good operation. His teeth mostly shattered from the impact with the ground. Of course the horrid flab of skin hanging off his face. And those eyes. The eyes that had been sucked dry of color. No hint of blue like the sky that he wishes he could see again. No brown like the birdhouse he built in boyscouts and then bousted to everyone about. No green like the park that he had proposed to his wife at. Just black.
Black as night.
Black as fear.
Black as Hell.
Damion looked down away from his mirrored self. He wore poorly hand made shoes on his planter's wart covered feet. They didn't hurt much, but they were very displeasing to look at. His hands were covered themselves with calluses from the horrible heat that he was forced to live in.
He was ashamed of the way he looked. But he was poor. Earth is hell. The poorer you are, the more painful life is. But he didn't care anymore. Several times he had walked down to the homeless shelter. And several times he returned to his make-shift home. The people at the shelters were nice to him. But just do it to feel better about themselves. A bed with clean sheets was nice, and so was a cleansing. But they would never know how it felt to live in Hell and be poor. He didn't want to see them in their fancy cloths make a bed for a homeless person. If they want to help, trade places for awhile. Live in a shit hole and watch the rich people laugh and point at your pitiful self. Then they'd care to help.
Tears began to come out of his black eyes and run down his face. He raised his hands to his face and wiped away his tears.
God knows that he did not want to be here in Hell. He hadn't been a bad person when he was alive, infact he was a great person to be around. Married to a loving wife, Maridith, with a four year old girl named Susy. All his life he was a nice person to be with. When he was in school he was a good friend to many kids. He was always a shoulder to cry on in high school (although they had never got to close that he would think they wanted to go out with him.) He went to college and got a good job. Married and planned to live a long life with his wife and kid.
One thing was left out from his happy life though, church. But why would he go to church? His parents never took him and he never felt it made his life any better. It wasn't untill that night when he left his body and dove into the dirt that he realized something very vital, Christianity doesn't help your life, but it does determine your afterlife. If you were good and a Christain in life, you go to Heaven. If you were bad or didn't believe in God and Jesus, you go to Hell. He didn't believe in God and Jesus.
Damion hated this and was very agrivated that he couldn't leave this damned place. He believes now, that there is a God and his son Jesus. He is faithful now and hopes, only hopes that maybe he would someday after an eternity of living in Hell, have the chance to beg for forgivenance to God and enter the blissful land of Heaven.
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Damion walked for three hours around the city of a million damned souls, that like him were unfairly sent to Hell because of not believeing in Christainity, weather they they believed in pagan gods or gods that would return and bring happiness with them or were just atheist and lived their lives peacefully. They were all alike here in the city of Good, they were good people that shouldn't be there. The simply hadn't believed in God.
He finally reached his little hovel that he had made. All it had inside was a table, bed, kerosene lamp and a shelf of novels that writers had written in Hell. Infact most of the great writers had gone to Hell. And most of their greast work had come out of their eternity spent in Hell.
Hell wasn't a to bad of place for most of the people there. Mostly Hell was bad when you were bad. Sometimes you would just up and vanish from where ever you were. The next thing you knew, you were out in a deserted place. You'd be haunted for years by your own nightmares and when you think you might die again and go to a better place, you get pulled back to the place you were when you had left.
But for the good people their are better things. Like meeting new people, famous people, lovers, and all around great people. And Hell isn't that different from Earth (the people in Hell are the people from Earth.) Computers, cars, weapons, cd's and everything else accustumed to humans. One thing missing is food. Bad for fat people, great for health fanatics. But that doesn't matter anyways. People don't change in Hell. The way you come in, is the way you stay. The other thing missing is water. Which means nothing is liquid. Well, at least no one has to fear drowing.
People play games, gamble, read, talk, laugh, draw, sing, get married, make love, and enjoy themselves. It surely isn't as good as living in bliss up in Heaven. But, we get by with a little help from our friends.
Damion stepped out of the red glow of the city and into his hovel. He layed down on his bed and after a couple of moments of prayer he was asleep. He slept long and deep.
* * * * * * *
For the first time after so many dreamless nights, Damion had a dream. But it wasn't really a dream and he knew it. He had really left the bed that he had layed down in. He had traveled to a tropical forest with tropical trees and a tropical smell. Every where he looked he saw coconut trees that were full of those mouth watering coconuts he loved from Earth. He could smell the beautiful pink flowers that covered the place. A prodigious waterfall came rushing out of the sky. He had never been to Hawii, but this place was what he dreamed of it being like.
He floated in a lake with crystal clear water (he was actually in water thank God.) In the water he cupped his hands and dipped them in, he raised the water to his mouth and sipped it. Instantly the water soaked into every crevise of the dried out desert of his mouth like a rain shower on dying plant. His vision became blurred by tears of pristine happiness. And he really was happy for the first time in so long.
He dipped his body backwards and was engulfed by the water that had surely poured straight out of Heaven. The water ran through his fingers and over his naked body. He had never felt better in his afterlife untill now, this graceful fantastic experiance.
The waterfall had unleashed a powerful wave of water and Damion was suddenly pulled under the water. He did not feel a rush of panic like he would of if he wasn't so overcome with happpiness. When the wave had passed and Damion was back at the surface he saw a man, angel, standing on the rippling waves. He was radiating with a brilliant, white light amd had a long, flowning gown on that ended twenty or more feet behind him.
Damion stared into the angels glowing white eyes and he felt himself begin to rise up out of the water and be pulled towards the angel. As he got closer to the angel felt that he was getting smaller. He realized that the angel was enormas compared to him. He kept getting closer untill he was floating into the gigantic angels belly of light.
Light surrounded him and he felt weightless, weightless like a paperclip in the palm of a hand. He felt warm and cozy as a cool breeze blew over his body and through his hair (yes it was really happening, his hair was growing back out.) The black, silky hair was coming back and Damion could even run his hands through it. The holes that had been on the sides of his head healed as he ran his hands over the mortal wounds.
A voice spoke and Damion gave it his full attention. It was a voice that echoed in his mind over and over, "Damion, I have brought you here to this place of bliss for a reason. The world is in trouble and I need some one to help stop the world from being destroyed. There is a man on Earth that has the willpower to save the mortal world. His name is Henry Eavens." Damion could feel the words vibrate through his body leaving a lasting memory on his body. Floating in the light made him feel like he was back in his mothers womb.
"Damion, I'm giving you a chance to live with me in Heaven. You will be the first, last and only to be given this chance. If you find Henry and help him save the world and the souls of every man and woman, I will grant you a forgivance and give you eternal bliss. Do you understand me and what I and the rest of the world needs you to do."
In one small, feable voice he said to the light that resuberated him, "Yes Lord, thank-you for this chance. I understand." He did understand, somehow everything he needed to know was there, stored in the back of his head was the whole beautiful understanding.
Joy had never come to him in a greater way then this. He would never have to walk on the dirty streets. Never cry at his reflection. He would finally be happy again.
He began to fall asleep. The wind that had blown through his regrown hair was now craddiling him into a deep sleep that took him away to a place that he had longed for. He floated through the sky, passing in and out of clouds. Birds flew along side him and then was he back on Earth.
After being softly put down on a stack of hay in the city zoo, he rested for a long while. He was finally going to be at rest in Heaven. He would have a peaceful heart and a beautiful body. God would be his savior soon.
8
Henry's day had been normal so far. Same 'ole stuff was happening at the office. He did his tasks like the busy bee working on the honeycomb for the good of the rest of the colony. Even though he did one thing over and over, copying papers, he still enjoyed his job. Because it was architechture and that's what he loves. Ever since Henry was a kid he liked it. Going to the Parade of Homes with his mom was fun. He loved to go into the big houses with the ceilings that were way above his head. His mom had always loved architechture herself and encouraged Henry to follow this dream. Architechture was what kept him home when he decided that Christainity wasn't important to him and his parents had seperated themselves from him. And architechture was what brought him to Dogan and meet Anne.
Lunch break had finally come and Henry was gone to see Anne. Henry left through the front doors and stood in front of the building that he would undoubtibly spend the rest of his life working at. The city sidewalk was filling up with people that, like him, were also going to lunch. Anne would be leaving for lunch also and be expecting Henry to be sitting in the diner where they always sat, in the back.
A tall man with tight, black pants and a tight, black shirt ran through the road. Not running between the cars and taxis, but through them. The man was yelling something that Henry couldn't quite comprehend. Henry stood at the edge of the sidewalk and watched the man run luniticly through the road and cars. 'He can't be running through those cars. Can't be.'
The people behind him at the crosswalk started to push him forward. He walked forward without letting the man escape his view. 'What an odd thing. It looks like he is.' When he and the crowd of people were halfway across the street, the strange man turned around. His black hair that was laying on his shoulders swung up and around his face. He stared at Henry for only a moment then looked away and finished crossing on the same side of the street as Henry.
Henry quickly looked away himself. 'He didn't look at me and everythings just fucking peachy.' Henry was becoming very tense about this strange man. Henry looked up and saw the man's face again. The man's face had an enormas grin like he had found something he was looking for, something that he wanted so dearly. And his skin was so tanned, almost burnt looking, it as if he had reached into the sky and touched the sun.
Henry gave one last glance at the man, he was making sure the peculiur man was gone. He wasn't though. He was coming towards Henry and at a jogging pace. Henry started walking to the diner, he was sure he'd be safe there. If anything happened they would call the police The man was gaining fast, he easily sliding through cars like he was walking through water.
The man stepped right in front nose-to-nose with Henry. Henry stopped and lurched backwards bumping into a woman that was rather masculane looking, "Watch where you're going asshole!" Henry just stood there faceing the man. From the new point of view he could see that the man's face was very smooth with out a crack. And his eyes, 'their black! His eyes are black!'
"Hello Henry Eavens, how are you?" The man smiled with joy radianting from him. His eyes were beginning to tear. Henry was confused. How did this man know his name? Why is he so happy to see Henry? Did the man really walk through those cars?
"Do I know you Sir?"
"No, but I know you and there is something very important I have to tell you."
"Who are you? Why do you know my name?" Henry sounded more confused and scared then confidant in himself. People walked past Henry wondering who he was talking to and why he just stood there in the middle of the sidewalk.
"Come with me, we have to talk."
9
The black Lexus pulled up to the little, white booth with the yellow strip and black piece of board that stopped anyone from passing without permission. Maxwell was familiar with the man that sat inside the booth. Jerry, a thick man with a somewhat puggie face, sat in a lawn chair from home. He had a brown guard suit on that was already beginning to soak up sweat under the arms. "Who's that Mr. Sonly? Is it Junior Sonly?" He chuckled a bit and waved to Stanley, the flubber that was once muscle swung from side to side on his arm.
"Today's gonna be special and Stanley wanted to come. There's no problem with this is there?" His arm rested on the door and he stuck his head out the window. In a low whisper, "I think the wars just about to end, just between you and me. We're gonna hit those europeans hard. Just you wait."
"You can take him in Mr. Sonly. I don't think there's any rules against bringing your kids to work." Inside the little booth Jerry pushed a green button and the wooden gate began to rise. Maxwell let off the brake and inched forward. "Oh, and Mr. Sonly...", Maxwell stopped and looked out the window, "...good luck, this wars gotta end some time."
The plant stood half a mile away from the little toll booth. The entire plant was a mile and a half in diameter with two sets of barbed wire fence surrounding the premesis. In the parking lot Maxwell parked close to the entrance doors as of the day before. On the parking space were painted in yellow letters HEAD SCIENTIST.
The car stopped and Stanley and his daddy opened the doors and got out. They locked and shut the doors. Even though the plant was highly guarded with guards posted in various places in the parking lot, and guards posted at every checkmark along the fence, he still locked his door.
The two walked to the doors and entered. A black guard was standing on the inside and asked Maxwell to empty his and the boy's pockets onto the table. Maxwell took out his car keys and his wallet. He turned to Stanley and asked him if he had anything in his pockets, Stanley nodded his head and said no. They stepped through the the mechanical archway and the guard gave back Maxwell's keys and wallet, they went into his pocket.
They walked down several banal hallways. They were all the same having white walls with labeled doors on the left or right. Every now and then a man or women would walk past them and smile at Maxwell and make some stupid remark to Stanley about how cute he was. Neither one spook to each other. Maxwell was preoccupid with his thoughts about what would happen with what he had created, 'I wonder when they're going to start producing the M-bomb. Those damn european bastards had mess to with us. Well they aren't turning the U. S. into Western Europe.'
Stanley had no thoughts in his mind except for an image of the man in his dream. The man was leaning over talking to Stanley. His voice repeating meaningless words in his head.
In front of Maxwell's lab a guard sat in a wooden chair reading a book, How to Make a Million Dollars. He didn't notice when the two walked up and stopped in front of him. "Umm, sir, can I please get past you? This is my labratory."
"Oh! You must be Mr. Sonly." He pointed accusingly at Stanley. "Who is that?"
"This is my son. He came with me today and so far I haven't been told that he couldn't be here."
"Well, maybe he can be here, but he can't go in this room, neither can you. This room has been restricted to only important personel. You're gonna have to get a clearance card before you can go in."
"But this is my labratory. Everything inside is my work, my life. You can't just restrict me from that." Maxwell's heart was beginning to race a little. He was confused why whoever had done this, had done this.
"Ok sir, I don't care what you think", the man stood up and rose an inch taller than Maxwell, "but you can not and will not go in this room without a clearance card. Now if you can go get one then fine." The guard pulled his nightstick out and with an sarcastic tone in his vioce told the two to get out of the area, or else.
The man from Stanley's dreams was beginning to speak louder, and clearer. Stanley could understand what he was saying. Maxwell had turned and started to walk off, "Come on Stanley." Stanley didn't move. The guarded stared into the little blond boy's blue eyes. The man inside Stanley's head told him to tell the guard to shot himself. Stanley smiled at the dark eyes of the guard and smiled. In a tiny voice Stanley spoke, "Kill yourself Mister." The guard stared blankly for a second then grabbed the nightstick with both hands and bashed his forehead. Blood instantly burst out of his head and ran down his face. He didn't blink when the blood ran into his eyes or even after the next few thuds on his head.
Maxwell swept Stanley into his arms and began yelling at the guard to stop and cried down the halls for help. No one came and by the time he was done yelling and turned back to the guard, the bloody man was on the floor. One of his eyes was hit and impailed in the back of his head. His face was covered with blood. Teeth were missing and his nose was flat and broken."
Maxwell put Stanley's smiling face into his chest and closed his eyes. "God help us. Oh my, oh my God help us. What the hell just happened Stanley."
Down the hall a woman in a white lab coat poked her head around the corner and saw the bloody hall. She screamed and ran down the hallway to get help. In a few seconds the woman and two men ran into the hall where Stanley, Maxwell and the dead guard were. One man yelled to Maxwell, "What the Hell happened here?" All three walked cautiously up to the dead guard and examined him.
Stanley thought he'd have some more fun. The man standing inside his head told him to make them dance.
"Dance for me." He stared at the three people and watched them dance begin unwillingly. Their eyes had stunned looks in them and they each had a queer smile that was forced on them somehow. They danced like chickens with there heads cut off, they didn't know what they were doing.
Laughter came from Stanley as he watched them dance like he had told them to do. What else could he make them do? He pointed at the woman and through his tears of laughter told her to run into the walls.
"Stop Stanley, what are you doing to them?"
The woman did what Stanley said, over and over she rammed herself into a wall. Every time she ran into the wall her face smashed and made a sickly fump and smired more and more blood onto the wall. Maxwell yelled at her to stop but his words were of no help to her.
The two men were still dance like fools and Stanley decided that they would become cartoons. They'de be like the lion who eats the cat on the commercials of Cartoon Network. One man crouched down and puts his arms on the ground between his legs. The other man stood beside the crouched man and awaited his soon to be fatal actions. "Eat him lion!"
Maxwell stared at Stanley, 'Is he doing this?' He dropped Stanley to the ground as the standing man opened his mouth and slammed his face down onto the head of the crouching man. Some of his teeth broke and some dug into the man's head. He pulled his head up with a mouth full of hair and bloody skin. He dove back down for more.
"STOP, STOP IT!!!" Maxwell commanded Stanley and the little boy turned around. His little blue eyes flared with a light of hatered and looked deep into Maxwell's eyes. Maxwell realized that he might become Stanley's next twisted plaything. He tried to close his eyes, but Stanley forced them to stay open.
"SHUT UP!" Stanley smiled and turned back to the twisted, hellish scene of the lion eating the cat and the woman running into the wall as the guard layed on the ground dead.
The voice of the man inside his head came back. "Hey Buddy, hurry up and do what you got to do, and we can go play with other people, alright?"
"Ok."
"Tell them to go away, they'll disappear. It's really neat. Then tell your daddy to take you to the M-bomb, you remember what that is right? It's the bouncing ball ok."
"Ok." He looked at the guard first. "Go away." The man disappeared just like Justan had told him. The air popped and he was gone, out of here and out of exsistance. He looked at the other three and did the same. And the disappeared also.
He turned around to his daddy and saw he had that frightened look covering his face that you always saw in movies. The monster had jumped out and was ready to kill his next victim. Maxwell looked back and forth from Stanley and the now empty hall. "Daddy take me to the M-bomb." Like the others he became a puppet and followed the instructions of the little innocent boy turned evil. He walked to the door labeled Mr. Sonly with LABRATORY underneath the name. The day that the guard had not them pass through. The doorknob turned and opened. The two walked in and shut the door.
Outside the closed door two guards and a woman in a lab coat came around a corner into the hall where the four people had just disappeared from. "I heard yelling, I swear it. Where the hell did they go?"
"Well if you hear or see anything else come get us. But untill then maybe you should go get some sleep."
"But I did hear something. God knows I did."
AND THE EARTH WAS WASTE AND VOID;
AND DARKNESS WAS UPON THE FACE OF THE DEEP:
AND THE SPIRIT OF GOD MOVED UPON THE FACE OF THE WATERS
Genesis 1:2
(Part 2)
1
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."
2
Henry stode up and followed Damion out past the old man and into the street. For a second he thought he saw a flap of skin flip up on the man's arm. The old man rubbed his arm and the flap was tight against his arm again. Henry's arms broke out in goosebumbs and a shiver went through his body.
The people in the streets were flowing like a river still. Henry found himself staring into the store windows again. In one store, an antique shop, a man and woman stood next to each other. They were looking at a peculir little doll. The little girl doll sat on atop a small chair. She had pink hair and skin, like most people here in Hell. Instead of smiling like most dolls were created with, this little doll had an expresion of fear. Henry thought that must of been how many people looked after discovering where they were. A face that expressed fear and confusion, I'm not supposed to be here. No, no not me. But they were in Hell and that would never change, not in an eternaty. The two people standing in front of the doll must have felt the same way as Henry, although showed their feelings by crying, Henry showed his by looking away.
As Henry walked along and almost tripped on a crack, he thought about what was going on here. 'Ok, here I am, in Hell. But maybe I'm not, this could be a dream, or nightmare. Or it could be really happening. Either way I'm scared. Oh Anne why couldn't be here? When I wake up tommorow morning I'm getting out. Me and you Anne, we're going on vacation. Put on your bathingsuit cause we're going swimming. What where that guy go?' Damion was no longer in front of Henry, or anywhere to be found. Henry spun his head around to look for Damion. When he turned around and stopped, the world went on without him. The stores, the people, the ground were all spinning, faster and faster. Henry was maybe wakeing from the dream. Then blackness, nothing to be seen, and Henry by himself.
"Henry, are you alright?" Mom's voice was coming through the blackness and Henry could hear it. He opened his eyes and stared at the aged women, his mom. Her hair was thinning and black. Her eyes were brown and wide like her mouth. "Mom? What are you doing here?"
"You had an accident. A car hit you yesterday and you've been in a mild coma till now. Anne, he's awake. It's alright now though, I came here last night."
Henry looked around the hospital room that he was laying in. The usuall stuff was in there, t.v., bed, chair and nightstand. His mother had been reading a coby of the King James Bible, Henry did not notice, but, the pages were white without the black letters, empty pages.
Anne ran in from outside the room, Henry's father followed in behind her. Dad's hair was gray and thinned greatly. He wore the clothes that he had always worn, grey pants and a white button up shirt. Henry could never remember a time when he was wearing anything besides this bland appearal. When they went to the beach Dad never came in, just sat and watched as Henry and Mom swam, maybe read a book under an umbrella, but he always had those clothes on. It was like he was chained to the grey pants and the white button up shirt was glued to him with some mental glue that wouldn't allow him to change clothes.
"Oh Henry I was so scared when I saw you through the diner window. Do you hurt or anything?" Anne picked up Henry's hands and held them tightly. She stared into his eyes with her wide eyes, they said I love you and looked worried at the same time.
"I'm fine, I guess. Wha... whaa... what happened to me again? I don't remember." He rubbed his forhead and discovered that he had bandages wrapped around his head.
"I'll tell you later sweety. I'm just glad you're ok." Mom had walked over to the opposite side of Anne, and was rubbing his shoulder. She was wearing a short sleave flower shirt, and Henry saw that the scar that had always been on her arm was going. The scar she had got when she feel out of the tree in her childhood backyard was gone. 'I guess she got it fixed. Maybe it wasn't even there. I can't remember for sure. Did I really get hit by a car? Did I have an out-of body experience and go to Hell?'
A doctor walked in with his white clothing on, a stethiscope hung around his neck and a pen stuck out of his breast pocket. "I see you're up Henry. Do you think you're ready to go home?"
Mom answered for him, "Yes, he's ready."
Dad, who had been standing in a coner of the room stepped up and in an irritated voice told the room, "Ok, lets get the Hell out of here."
'That's really screweded up man, when did Dad start using hell in anything not refering to the Bible.' Mom and Anne grabbed Henry between the arms and sat him up. They seemed to be in a rush to get him out. Mom pinched Henry the skin on the side of his chest, "Oww!! Not so fast Mom."
"Don't be a baby. Now get up."
Dad pushed a wheelchair up to the bed and pushed Henry down into the seat. He was just as rough as Mom had been, but Henry said nothing. The four adults left the room and went down a hallway. The hallway appeared to be at least a quarter of a mile away but in only about two steps they were at the end in front of an elevator. 'Man things are just a little bit strange. I guess the accident I was in knocked my brains a little loose.'
The elevator doors closed and instantly reopened and they were out the door, down the hall and out of the hospital. "Don't we need to sign-out?"
"We already did sweety. Why don't you just close your eyes for the ride home." Henry closed his eyes, well actualy he just blinked but the next thing he knew he inside he and Anne's apartment and sitting on his couch. Mom, Dad and Anne were standing in front of him with their arms crossed. Henry looked up at them uncomprehending the situation.
"Eat your food Henry." He looked down from his father at the plate on the wicker basket. On the plate was spagetti with hairballs. Henry stared at the little hairball, it was black hair with chewed grass in it. One of the hairballs had a fingernail sticking out. He looked at his father with horror and confusing twisting his face and worse yet Anne and Mom had disappeared.
"What's going on Dad, what is this?"
"Are you alright Henry?" Henry looked back at his food and meatballs had replaced the nasty little hairballs. He was not hungry though, so he picked up the glass sitting next to his plate. Just before the glass touched his lips he could smell the smell of warm piss. He dropped the glass and his mouthed dropped with it when he realized that the hairballs had returned and they had brought their friend, vomit. Henry jumped up and jumped away from the repulsive meal his loveing family had prepared for him.
Mom, Dad and Anne had lined up again and stared at Henry. The front door had blown open and a hot breeze came in and filled the room with a smell like a shit from a cow. Henry watched as four babies marched in, they each were marching Hitler like and were wearing nazi uniforms. They swung their arms to and fro and lined up in front of Henry's family. One baby walked to the front of the crowd and commanded the babies, "BA BA GO DA BA!" The babies saluted the head baby and turned around. Ropes flew up into the ceiling, hooked onto rafters and wrapped themselves around the necks of the three adults. The head baby commanded again, "GA TO GO!" He smirked at Henry. The ropes pulled up and hung the three. Their necks snapped and the babies began to laugh.
Henry stood still, he knew he wasn't really home and started to try to figure out how he would get away, find a way back to reality. As he began to run to the front door blood blew out from the stomachs of his family. His father looked down at Henry and started chanting in a cheerful voice "Henry is satanic! Henry is satanic!" The t.v. flipped on and a little girl with a thorn halo began chanting cheerly like Mom, "Fuck you Henry! Fuck you Henry!"
He turned and began to run back to he and Anne's bedroom when giant wind up dog poked his head through the doorway. It barked and with that he made Henry blast backwards as if a bomb had gone off. The dog began chanting also, "Ready for Hell Henry! Ready for Hell Henry!"
As he backwards on the floor away from the babies who were still laughing, the two women that were hanging from the ceiling began chanting there own cheerful chants. Mom said, "We hate you Henry! We hate you Henry!", and Anne said, "God hates you Henry! God hates you Henry!"
The blood had begun to pour through the words that were coming out of their mouths and run down their chests. The blood had made the shirts stick to there chests and Henry could see that his mother's and Anne's breast had become little hard mountains under their shirts.
Earpiercing music began to play from someplace inside the room. Henry recongnized that it was Stairway To Heaven by Led Zepplin, it was playing backwards. The notorious words screamed over and over in the room "Here's to my sweet Satan" The words pounded into his head and the chanting was literally burns his skin. The skin on his hands were boiling and steem was rising up making Henry sick from the burning flesh smell.
Henry yelled for help and ran up to one of the babies and kicked it. The nazi baby bounced across the room and got up to begin to laugh some more. Henry thought for sure that he would be driven nuts if he stayed here any longer. And then an arm grabbed his shoulder. He spun around and floating in the air was an arm. "Henry grab on." It was Damion's arm that had grabbed him. Henry grabbed the floating hand, it pulled him hard and quick and the next thing he knew was diving into pink dirt.
3
A little rock was jammed into Henry's nose when he looked up from the ground. Damion was standing in front of him. He blew his nose and the rock flew out, Damion snickered at the sight. More then just the rock had gotten on his face and he was now wiping the dirt off. He began to get up and Damion stuck his had out offering him a boost. Henry accepted and grabbed his hand. "Where the Hell was I?"
"Hell. Not this Hell but a personal Hell. It was probably a trick that Satan did to try and slow use down. He helped me bring you back." Damion's hand was making an arrow and was pointing at a man with wings. An Angel. He looked like what Henry had dreamed himself to look like. There was a pink aura around the man and his wings were spread out, he was floating above the ground. Henry watched as the angel blew over to them. Anne was beautiful but this being was a supermodel compared to her. A cool wind brushed against their faces and the dirt on Henry's body flew off. "This is Mateo, he is the angel that will give you your powers."
The angel touched Henry's forhead and his eyes shut. He pictured a place where there was nothing but bright white light. It reminded him of what it might be like to be close to the sun. He felt warm and a cool breeze was rushing around his body. His hair had grown out down to his shoulder. Henry was now naked and pureness filled him.
Out of the white came a little ball. It had several colors swirling around inside of it, it was like bubble. The bubble came up to his head and passed through. Henry felt power rush into him and a great intellagiance came with it. But what came wasn't book knowledge, but knowing what life is, what happiness is, what Heaven will be like when life is over. He also gained a knowledge of what he was to do when he returned to Earth, how he would save the world and Adam and Eve's children.
The voice Henry had heard earlier came back, "Are you ready Henry?"
Henry only had to think yes to relay his answer.
Henry began to fall out of the happy place and go to sleep. It was a very peaceful nap and it felt like his body had rested for a day. When he woke up he was back in Dogan. He stood in front of the diner that he was heading for in the first place. But before he could step into the diner, Mom's Cook'in, there was a crash a few cars down. A little girl had run out in the road to catch up with her mom. The car swerved to the left into an on coming car. Henry had done this, an involuntary reaction, one that saved people from harm.
This was only one power he had accumulated. The door swung open without Henry even touching it and he stepped in. He saw Anne at the regular table they sat at. Henry's heart filled with joy and went back to her. He didn't notice that his feet weren't touching the ground any longer. What mattered was what would happen in the next few hours.
4
The man looked up from the little desk that sat four feet down from the door. The desk had blue and white sheets of paper covering it. Some of the papers had fallen to the ground and now the man was bent over picking them up. His skin had a golden tan look to it. Underneath his lab coat and buttoned up shirt was the remains of a sunburn. The man's name is Dan Leafton, a "faithful" Christian himself. He went to church and all that stuff, but he still did things that weren't very christian like. He hadn't been at this lab before but was given permission to us anything he wanted today. The big guys had sent him down to take over the "Golden Egg" project. He was working on completing some calculations on the blue prints for the Mini A-bomb. He was humming to himself a song that his wife song to his little girl. Tonight he would be leaving to return to home in Missioura.
Dan was totally unaware of what was happening out the door. The walls were sound proof and he was to busy concentrating on his job. Just an hour or two more going through the papers and he would be packing and off to the airport.
The man looked up to the right and saw a feet steping through the guarded door. The man that walked in looked dazed and confused. Then the little boy followed. The little boy had a huge smile on his face that you would expect someone to have if they had just one the lottory. "What the Hell do you think you're doing. Get out of here! This is a personel only zone."
Maxwell and Stanley kept walking and Maxwell shut the door like a butler for Stanley. The shocked man shuffled his feet over and behind Stanley and did nothing else but just stand there. He was now in a trance that paralyzed him accept for what his little boy said. His son had just killed three people and an overload froze his brain. His mental stabilty was gone and Stanley had taking over. "Did you not fuckin hear me, GET OUT!"
Stanley turned to the man and blinked his eyes at him, "How should you go away?" A spark of inguienus came into his eyes.
"What?"
"What should I do with you Mr.? How 'bout I be Spiderman and you be Kingpin... and I get to win." The man jumped up and the chair he was sitting on flew off into the room. It hit a table and knocked a model of the Mini A-bomb off. The model broke and a couple of pieces which pissed the man off even more. Dan began to stomp over to them and when he got to them he would throw the two out of the room. 'These little shits are gonna pay when the officals find out.'
As his left foot stomped down onto the ground, he felt his whole left leg blow up. His leg tripled in size into a giant fat leg. He looked down at his leg and his mouth dropped open. His right leg followed and blew to the same unproportional size as his left. Both of his legs became numb. He looked up at the little smiling boy as the rest of his body turned into a fat replica of Kingpin. Even his clothes had turned into the suit that Kingpin wore. His mind was beginning to understand what was happening to him. 'The bastards turning me into a God damned comic villian.'
"God help me." This was all Dan could think to say. It was the best thing he could think of to say. Besides, he's a Christian and his God would surely help him out of the little mess.
Stanley spoke in his little "please Mommy" voice with his eyes battering, "God can't help you. But maybe if you asked Satan you would get a little bit of help Mr. Satan's my friend, he made me like this." The man's eyes lite up after he said this. Could Satan really have this much power to do this? What was going on, had he fallen asleep as he was working? All he wanted to do was wake up and go home and fuck his wife. Maybe drink a bit and watch football. He's an American and a Christian, why's this happening to him? Now he wasn't so sure that his plans of going home that night were going to happen after all. No sex and vodka on the rocks for this "faithful" Christian.
The man began to scream for help but no one heard through the sound proof walls. Stanley raised his hand and began to shoot a thick stream of white silk at Kingpin. The sticky stuff forced him up against the wall behind him and white shit began to cover him. He was suffacating under the layers of spider goo. Dan's head was spinning with panic as the horrific stuff filled his mouth and coarsed down into his lungs.
Stanley stopped and just watched as the man struggled in the cocoon. The mans arms tried pokeing out of the web but he was to weak. The weight he now had was holding him down but was also pushing down on his beating heart and his lungs were being crushed. Only thrity seconds later the man was dead. A gaint pile of white spider-spray.
Stanley laughed a little, like with the others he simply said "go away" and then the mess was gone. He turned back to his father. It was time to get back to work. Time to end the world and bring everyone to Hell to have milk and cookies.
5
Anne bounced in the chair when she heard the load crash outside of the dinner. The table she was sitting at was the one she and Henry had always sat in. The little natural colored table for two layed against the back wall of the diner. It was the third table down from the bathrooms and was right next to the end of the bar that ran down from the entrance of busy diner.
The diner had checkered walls and floor which reminded Anne of her mom's kicthen. The place wasn't very wide but instead it was long. The bar that had fifteen people crowding it most the time was checkered also, although it had red and black rather then white. Behind the bar layed the food and stoves and all the other ingrediants to make a great diner.
The waitresses ran around the diner weaving between tables and every once in awhile a tray would be dropped. Rounds of coffee were poured every other minute. And in the back Anne sat with a book waiting for her Henry to show up. They would undoubtable discuss each others day, the news, and after a good meal kiss each other and go back to work. That was normal on a normal day.
Anne didn't notice as the man with long hair stepped into the diner. Hair flying back behind him as he floated in. The sun seemingly spot lighting him. He headed back towards her with a grand smile on his shining face. As he walked by a woman and her baby girl, the little baby in her arms began giggling like she did when her father tossed her in the air. A little wilting flower that had been considered the center piece of the table stood up straight as though it was just watered.
Anne was tring to peer around the on coming man to see what had happened outside. At first she noticed that a man with long black hair was coming towards her and that he was stopping her from seeing outside. Then she began to look up into his face, maybe so she could motion for him to scoot over a little, or maybe to ask what was happening out there since he had just come in from the scene. But when her eyes meet with his her heart skipped a beat. "Henry?"
Henry all at once was next to her with his hand up softly brushing her cheek. Her eyes were looking over the beautiful hair that had miraculisly grown on Henry head. She put her hands into his hair and began running her fingers through it. "What happened Henry?" Her eyes were filled with bewilderment.
"Why don't we sit down Angel." There it was again, Henry called her Angel. She liked it but was to busy being confused by what she was seeing.
The couple sat down holding their hands and staring into each others eyes. Henry knew egsactly how he would begin this conversation. He would tell her what was going on and then how to end it. But before he could start, a man appeared next to the table, it was Damion. "Hey Henry."
"Damion! Why are you here. Oh this is my girlfriend." Henry had let go of Anne's hands but now put one hand back on her two.
"She can't see me Henry."
"Who are you talking to Henry and why's your hair so long?"
After the memory of the street scene came back to Henry's mind, how no one saw Damion, he told Anne that he had to go to the bathroom. Him and Damion floated down past two tables and entered the bathroom. Fairly clean bathroom, but not the cleanest, or largest. One sink, one toilet, one condom dispenser (empty of course, mostly for show.) The two entered and by itself the door shut and locked. "I'm glad you're using your powers Henry. You need the practice, but I'm afraid you have to leave now. Maybe Anne can help you, but the boy that you have to stop isn't normal. He has the same powers as you and may even kill you. Although he might not know all the tricks that you learn. Or he might not be able to control himself. Either way, you still have to be careful."
"What are my powers?"
"Well the fact of the matter is, is that you can do pretty much anything you want to do, fly, shoot fireballs, make a dragon appear, anything your mind can think of. The same as the boy. He is a boy and if things haven't change then he probably has a big imagination."
Damion rested his hand on Henry's shoulder and stared a dead serious gaze into Henry's eyes. "Henry the world is counting on you. If you don't stop the boy then Satan's plans will succeed. Do you know what his plans are?"
Henry did somewhat know what his plans were from when the little bubble went through his head. When the bubble went through he saw several tangled pictures of angels and demons, death, a black cloud curling itself around a bright white cloud. But he wasn't sure of what it really ment. Henry nodded his head to say no. "If the boy succeeds in his job, which is to send Europe and the other continents a blue print of this Mini A-bomb. It's an A-bomb that's mini. Construction is decreased and production is fast. Because of this war that you mortals are having, your leaders are no doubtibly going to destroy each other and the world. Well when everyone dies, just about every single person is going to go to Hell. Only a few will go to heaven. Satan's plan is to take over Heaven."
Henry thought that this was oddly like Earth's conflict at the time. 'Ironic isn't it, I always said "When Hell freezes over" and now it's happening. I wish I could see Mom and Dad. I wish I could say sorry. Sorry that we couldn't get along better.'
"So, how am I supposed to find this boy?"
"Use your mind. Try to sense evil and picture it as a black fog over a city on a map. Then simply say "take me here." Henry, I've got to go because I have to help in Hell, but remember be careful, the boy is as strong as you; if not greater."
Damion brought his hand up and Henry did the same. They shook hands, Damion said "away" and then disappeared. He was gone and Henry was stood alone staring at the dirty toilet. He walked up and pissed into toilet paper stuffed hole, flushed with his foot, washed his hands and left.
'Time to save the world.'
TILL I MAKE THINE ENEMIES THE FOOTSTOOL OF THY FEET
The Acts 2:35
(Part 3)
1
Even though the idea of trying to sense evil seemed a bit foolish, when Henry started clearing his mind, a picture came to him. A map of the United States appeared in his head. He was getting closer to the map like he was falling from someplace deep in his mind. As he got closer he realized that he was nearing the state labled ARK. Closer still he got and when the falling ended he saw the word printed in cold black letters, KILAR.
Henry opened his eyes back up and turned to the door. He pushed the door open and steped out. Slowly he walked up to Anne and bent over to her ear and whispered to her. "Anne, come with me to the bathroom."
"What? Henry what's going on with you? And are you wearing a wig?" Henry tugged her arm and she stood up. They walked into the bathroom. Henry began explaining to Anne what had happened and what would happen. Through out his explaining to her she showed an apparent look of confusion. When Henry told her that the hair was real she easied her curiosity by lightly pulling on the long black hair. And much to her surprise the hair was real.
"Now if you want to go with me that's fine, but if not that's just as fine."
"Go with you? Henry why don't we take you to the hospital. Check your head, and your hair."
"Anne I have to save, I have to save the world." He took a step back, "Bye for now Angel." Anne, now worried about Henry, watched as her love of the world disappeared from the bathroom.
"Take me to Kilar, Arkansa."
Anne jumped back out of the bathroom and into the diner. People turned in their seats and saw a woman white as a ghost. She started mubbling to herself as a man walked up and stabled her and sat her down into a booth.
"Where'd you go Henry?"
* * * * * * *
On an open dirt road, that layed between two endless fields of cotton stood Henry. Damion was right about the traveling thing after all. Henry looked down the road in both directions, they lead to no towns or houses, just more road. The sky was empty except for some birds high up and a plane even higher. He wasn't sure what time it was, so he thought he'd try a little experiment. With both eye lids closed tight he asked to the emptiness of the fields what time it was. 2:30 appeared on the back of his eye lids. Henry grinned at his achivement and looked back out at the rural landscape.
"Well, now what?"
The voice answered, "Sense the evil like before."
He was getting acustumed to the voice and again closed his eyes tight. This time he invisioned the town Kilar and zoomed in from there. At first he didn't zoom at all, but graduly he bagan to sense the evil. He closed in on an area the had a fence around it. The fence was surrounding a large building that Henry guessed was a government owned facuility because of the guards in U.S. uniforms.
His sight went through the ceiling and through a few floors before it stopped. Henry was pearing into a lab that had two people occuping it. One was a man and the other was a boy. The boy was where Henry's sight followed. Henry watched as the boy stepped back from the man, the boy was holding some blueprints.
2
As Henry walked into the diner Stanley's father sorted through a cabinet searching for the blueprints of the Mini A-bomb. The ones that the man at the desk were ruined by the spider goo. Now they were just sappy wet blue piles of sludge.
"Daddy, get me another copy of the blueprints."
The catylistic man walked to the cabinet that was labeled
PROTOTYPE BLUEPRINTS
He went to the section with the M heading the section. That catagory was empty though, he turned to Stanley winced and said in a mibel voice "It's gone Stan."
"What the do you mean it's gone?" The little boy lifted his shoulders and began stalking over to his father. His hands were closed shut in tiny fist and fire sparked in his eyes. "Just what the fuck do you mean it's gone?"
"I guess those were the only copies of the blueprints."
Stanley began breathing very heavily through his nose. Blood began boiling inside him as his face turned flush red. His blonde hair stood up straight and he raised his hands above his head. "Well then, I guess you had better figure out how to get some more you DUMB OLD MAN!" His hands made the shape of a gun. From the tips of his two index fingers came a bright ball of light. At first the ball rested on his fingers, soon the ball began to grow larger untill Stanley yelled and let fire off. The ball of light shot past Maxwell's waist and hit the cabinet sending it fling back across the room and smashing against a wall.
Maxwell ran over to his desk and quickly turned on his computer to get the blueprint that his son was so eager to get. He printed out a fresh copy for Stanley and handed to him. Stanley grabbed the blueprints and stepped back, "Thank you Daddy. Now goodbye."
* * * * * * *
"Take me to the boy." Henry said in a voice that flew off on a gust of wind. Henry disappeared from the bucaic dirt road, leaving no trace except for two foot prints in the dirt. At the same moment Stanley grinned at his father and began laughing histericly. Maxwell stepped backs, stumbled and toppled over to the ground. "No Stanley, please no, oh God help me."
"Go..."
"NOOOOOO"
"Away."
The room was suddenly silent once again. Stanley stood still and for an ever so slight moment a feeling of grief struck him. The feeling almost instantly and never even regestered in his mind.
He turned around to face the door and took a step forward. His next step was interrupted by the appearing of Henry. A gust of wind that Henry brought from the road blew into the lab. The wind in Stanley's face pushed his hair back. He stepped back from the man standing only inches away from him.
* * * * * * *
"Stanley, make him go away!" The voice yelled in Stanley's head.
"GO AWA..." Henry stopped him with a flash of his hand. The little boy went flying on to the ground. He looked up at the man with long hair. A burst of power surged through his body and he leaped up off the ground. Floating over the ground he shot to Henry. In another flash henry was holding Stanley by the shoulders.
"Take us someplace safe." They blinked out of the lab and into a large desolet field. No trees or bushes or any other plant life was seen. Only tall dead grass. The sky was just as empty and the sun was at its zenith. "I am ready."
Stanley looked around at the open land feeling odd after just transporting from one place to another in only a fraction of a second. Henry stared at the boy. The boy looked so innocouse yet would be the end of the world if Henry didn't stop him. He felt sorry for the boy. It was not his faught that he is the son of the man that created the deadly bomb. He was too young to have chosen his path and so was most surely forced to do this. Or maybe he was brainwashed, someone fucked around with the wires in his head. Whichever, he will be sent to Hell because of something very unfair. Only days ago he was sitting in his room listen to his mommy read. He didn't think about Heaven or Hell. He wasn't thinking about Christians who hate Jews or heteros who hate homos. But now he would go to the Hell that some many people in this would and the next fear. Henry pittied him.
Stanley began to try to get out of Henry's grip. He wrigled around and accomplished nothing. Through his arms and legs began to tire him somewhat when the voice came again. "Think about shooting him Stanley, make a gun with your hand and shoot him."
His hands came together to form a small gun. His two index fingers aimed over his head and into Henry's forhead. An image of a bullet appeared in his mind and his tiny mouth began to shape out the word pow.
Again Henry acted first, he spun around on his feet and let Stanley go flying into the wide open. Stanley screamed in his childish voice, "You Bastard!" He hit the ground and bounced back towards Henry. He formed his hands back into a gun, pow pow pow. Little red glowing bullets flew out of his fingers. They torpedod straight for Henry stomach.
Henry shot straight up into the air avoiding the bullets. Dust and dead grass picked up from under his feet. Stanley flew through it making the dust spiral strangly in the air.
Just past the cloud of dust Stanley stopped on a dime. He looked into the sky for Henry and found him. He was lowering slowly down to the ground. "You're going to die you know." Smirk on his face and sarcasim in his words.
"No... I'm sorry but you're wrong. God will help me live and help me defeat you."
"Whatever." Stanley was clawing at Henry the next moment. His tiny fingernails dug into Henry's face and drew blood. Henry yelled out in pain, "Get off me!". A dome of white light came out of Henry head. It lifted Stanley off him. He was carried off into the sky as the dome decended into void. The helpless boy screamed as he went higher and higher.
Henry's hand went to his face to releave the pain. Under his fingers he could feel the slits on his cheeks closing up untill they were completely healed. He said to himself, "Thank you God."
Henry watched as Stanley was disappearing into the sky. He realized that the sun had moved considerably. He made the conclusion that it had been about four hours already. Time was moving unusually fast for what seemed like only seconds.
The dome was now gone and the boy was returning. The boy's screaming was getting louder as he came closer to the ground. He hit the ground with an enormas thud and dust flew up around him. Henry ran to see if the boy was dead.
Stanley hit the ground face first, shattering teeth and braking bones. He couldn't feel any part of his body and he felt ackward from not being able to move anything. He layed there motionless for seconds then began to cry. Not because he hurt or was scared, but because he hadn't a chance now. He saw the man walking up cautisly as the dust cleared.
"Help me please. I'm not bad anymore... like I was. Please mister... I can't move... I'm scared. Where's my mommy?" He was balling very theatricly. Henry walked closer to the crying child. Was the boy back to himself or was he only fooling Henry. Stanley's bones began cracking and making disguisting sounds that made Henry stop and begin backing away. The boy was reconnecting. His spinal cord popped together in a disconfigured way and started shaping a hunched child. His teeth grew back instantly and pierced straight through his lips.
Stanleys broken body rose up out of the crater his fall had imprinted in the ground. His tiny body then began shaking vigorusly. Two sharp white bones pertruded out of the palms of his hands. No pain was felt. No blood was shed.
A stillness came to Henry. He wasn't afraid of the boy because God was with him in his heart. But he was afraid of the powers giving to the boy. This boy that was the black widow of man. Sure to build its web and feast upon humans. Would poison the world and bring to life evil. Venomous and black evil.
In that stillness Stanley made his last attack on Henry. He swooped down as a hawk would to grab up a mouse. He brought his two deadly horns out in front of him. The sun disappeared and darkness took over. Evil and good were both present and death would claim one.
Henry looked into the boys eyes as they closed in on him. Inside his black eyes Henry saw a lost boy screaming. The boys body had been stolen and was being used by another. Henry and the other spoke, "Who?"
"Satan."
Time stopped. Maybe not in reality, but in some realm of exisitence it did. Henry saw the face of the devil, and of darkness, and of the pure fear that was in the hearts of every child that feared the monster under the bed. Henry moved.
It was not a magnificent feat. Just a simple bend in his elbow and wrist. He stuck out two of his fingers and waited. Stanley came down smashing his horns through Henry chest and killed him. Henrys fingers slide into the eyesockets of the being of evil.
Briliant colors of light shot out of the holes in Henrys chest. A deep red flame came out of the front and back of Stanleys head. They both fell to the ground and died. The antichrist child was dead.
* * * * * * *
Not long afterward two winged angels and Damion stepped on to the battle field. Each angel picked up a body and rose them over their heads. "Good fight Henry. Thank you. I hope that I'll have the chance to see you on the other side."
Three beams of light came out of the black sky and shun upon each of them. Henry and Stanley were brought back to life and Damion back to Earth. Henry was given back his normal life, Stanley the child that had gotten lost inside his mind, and Stanley another chance on Earth and mission to preach of Heavenly creature that defended man and his world.
All was right again on the saved Earth.
NOW I SAW A NEW HEAVEN
AND A NEW EARTH,
FOR THE FIRST HEAVEN AND THE FIRST EARTH HAD PASSED AWAY.
Rev. 21:1
(Epilogue)
When Stanley and I returned to Earth and our homes we both realized that there were many things that had changed. We also knew that we had changed a great deal ourselves. I was now a very true believer and Stanley the same happy child but with the morals of the Pope. The Earth had changed in the way that Christianity was more widely being taught. Thanks to one man, Damion. Damion published The Book of Henry and preached of the heavenly being that saved us all. The battle field that was faught on by me and Stanley had become a mecca. The traces of the battle were left behind with the sphere of light hovering above the spot where I died and then was brought back to life. Crime was down seventy percent across the world. Stanley became a child prodigy and searched the edges of space for the gates to Heaven.
And me, well life only got better. No one knows that I'm "The Henry." But, that's fine with me. Me and Anne are living in peaceful little home. We built ourselves. It's located out on a deserted road. The one that I transported to. It's great out here, so lovely at sundown. Damion married us last summer right after I got back. He found me about a week after I came back. Actually he had already been back for a week himself. Now he travels a lot around the world, you know, preaching about me. I told Anne the whole story and when she didn't believe it Damion came along and convinced her. God told me and Damion not to reveal myself to the public untill the distant future, the would come some day. The powers that I had were gone. I didn't get to explore them very much, but I have a feeling that if I had had the chance I might have abused them.
I attend church every Wednesday and Sunday and pray before every meal. God is in my heart and I know I won't be unfairly sent to Hell. As I once said, "I am ready." Ready for life and love.
"We shall pray that in the face of our next fight, he shall defend us as he did on the day the devil though that he was triumphant. Amen."
14:14 The Book of Henry
11/23/99
