Sunday, August 14, 2005

another cool story to read by the camp fire
My Sins Forgiven

I can't sleep. I'd hoped the sound of the rain would help me sleep since the pills never dull the pain the slightest bit. Stupid therapists. They think they know everything, but they can't even find the problems in my life. How can "professionals" that costs as much as they do, be so absolutely useless!?! Just great, another night without sleep. Not that I really enjoy sleep that much. Every time I do manage to close my eyes for an hour or two I just end up having those insane nightmares. None of them make sense. It's almost like--forget it, it doesn't matter. What does matter is that I'm awake at four in the morning watching some infomercial about "The Schwartz Dog Trimmer". A complete waste of my time. You know what, I'm gonna get a drink--in Mexico.


....


"Please fasten your seatbelt......," said the annoyingly happy voice over the intercom.
I can't understand how someone can be so happy when we've been flying for twelve hours. I've got a crick in my neck that feels like I fell down a staircase, and you know-what? I'm hungry. I'm *%$=ing hungry and I want some peanuts! "Stewardess! Stewardess!"
"Excuse me, Sir, but we prefer to be called flight attendants."
I can't believe this *^*%! So much PC crap that you can't get anything done anymore. Stup-
"Excuse me,Sir, but did you want something?"
"Yes, Stewardess" Tell me how to talk. "I would like some peanuts or whatever else you call food on this flying tin can."
"I would appreciate it if you were a little bit more polite when-"
"Just get me my food, alright."
The flight attendant scowled and began to walk back down the aisle. Wow, she's got a nice backside. Maybe I should be nicer to her when she gets back. I think I'll give 'er a tip, a nice haaaaard tip. Of course there could always be someone even better looking. That blonde looks pretty good. Forget the blonde, I want that hispanic number. Am I kidding myself. Someone like that obviously has a boyfriend. I wonder if it's that guy who's sitting next to her and staring right at me. Big fella, too. Odd, he's not looking at my face, he's staring right at my heart. This is kinda creepy, I usually drool like that about women.
The "Big fella" was white, had long stringy black hair, and was wearing clothes that looked like he had mugged a hobo.
I guess I should say hello to the competition. A good-old fashioned wave. Heeellooo.
The "Big fella" waved back with a hand that was grotesquely deformed. Instead of five fingers of normal size, there were two large and malformed fingers without nails.
What the ^&$# is that. I'm on the plane to a circus freak-show. And where are my peanuts. That *&%$ stewardess better get back here soon. Lobster boy is still staring at me. He must really hate people eye-balling little miss hot body.
"Caine," said a voice that sounded as if it had to struggle to pronounce the word.
My chest! Why does it feel so warm? I'm having a heartattack. Damn. And was that "Big fella" talking just now. Yep. I wonder what's on the back of my head that is so interesting.
"Excuse me,Sir, but could you please sit back down in your seat until we land."
Yeah. Sure. Whatever honey. "Sit down? I'm having a heart attack!!"
"Yes,Sir. I have your peanuts right here," she said as she handed the bag over ", Now please sit down." Her came pushed down on his shoulder to get him back into his seat. "Thank you." Let's see how long she let's me keep my hand on hers. She pulled back with such speed that she hit her hand on the back of the forward seat, jolting the sleeping occupant awake.
"I'm sorry, Mam, you can just go back to sleep," said the stewardess as she turned back, giving a smile that was obviously fake and then walked away again.
Oh well, there's always tomorrow, if I live. Now back to that perfect 10 behind me. My God, if he's real, Big fella is still boring a hole through my head with his eyes. I hope he doesn't go for other men. And did he call me Caine?
Big fella waved again and said ",Caine." A large, almost child like smile crossed his face. Ok, I'm dying. My heart's doing the warm thing all over again and the retard over ther-oh. Now I get it. He's a little bit dumber than your average rock. He must call everyone Caine. That means long legs is probably just his sister or a nurse of some sort. Thank you God, once again, if he's real. The pleasant sound of a bag tearing open announced to his stomach that food was coming soon. Now I just have to get her to look at me and stop my heart from exploding.
"This is the captain speaking, we'll be landing soon.-" ^$&*. I was hoping to get some.


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This is the dirtiest bathroom I have ever seen. You think with the amount that they charge for a hotel room they could at least afford to put a light bulb in that doesn't flicker constantly. I'm glad I'm not epileptic And the toilet? There is no way on "God's" green earth that I am coming within ten feet of that diarrhea coeverd cesspool. At least the sink has water and soap so I can shave off the stuble I have as my only acquisition so far on this trip. The next thing I'm going to do is find out why my heart felt like it was wrapped in a cozy blanket. There are good doctors in Mexico, right? The stall at the farthest end of the room opened and the woman from the flight stepped out of it with a large smile. Yes. Okay. Okay. Remember your name. Use the mirror to watch her cross the room. If you seem to eager, she may charge more. I wonder if she was in the stall with some one?
"Hello Handsome. I noticed you looking at me on the plane."
I'm gonna have a heart attack. Oh Yeah. My heart's just gonna pop in my chest.
"I was wondering if you were interested in more that just -staring- at my legs."
Look at the way she swings her hips while she walks! Dead. I died and I went to heaven.
"Heaven. Believe me Caine," by now she had crossed the room and was standing right behind him," I have nothing to do with heaven." This time, instead of a warm glow, his heart felt as if a knife had been shoved through it.
Did she read my mind? She wrapped an arm around him and turned him around. Long legs smiled again, and this time her teeth were just a liiiittle bit sharper than before. "I really am going to die." The expression on her face changed from the jubilant smile to a look of pure hatred as the bathroomdoor opened.
"Caine," said the goofy smile of Lobster boy as he walked into the room. Now his chest fluctuated between intense pain and the fireplace tranquility. Is he even taller than before? What a stupid thought.
"Sword, you have no right to be here. Not that it matters. I killed this whelp last time you tried to stop me and I'll do it again," she said as her grip tightend so much that the room began to grow even darker.
Hey God, here I come. Question. When I get to you, will there be a mint on my pillow?
"No Caine, you will never see Go- accchhssss!," black and yellow liquid began to run out of her mouth and the room came back into focus. The balance in his ribs shifted back to the side he liked least.
"Caine," said the child's voice,tipping the scale of pain/pleasure to a more neutral level. His deformed left hand pulled away from Long leg's back, and then kept pulling back as glowing white blade came out with his hand. It looked like wisps of solidified light had taken the general form of a sword extending out from between his two wretched fingers. "Okay?"
"Yes, I'm fine. Let's make a deal though. Stop saying Caine, and I won't sue you." It must that name. I know, it's voodo. Maybe one of the women I slept with. Racheal? I knew she was into that stuff, but I didn't think it was real. So it was a bad idea to sleep with her sister. And look at my clothes. They've got that mutant's bile and blood all over them. I need a napkin. Scratch that, I need a new set of pants to wipe this pair with. What do I do about this quivering corpse on the floor. I mean, I've got a wannabe-Jedi and a dead demon laying on my shoes, which are now completely ruined. "Well, good-bye."
"What? I go with Caine," and all argument ended as "Big fella" picked him up by his collar and carried him out of the room.


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The hallway darkend as he walked down it. Lockers on both sides of his body rippled inwards if they were too close to him. His skin was the blue of a drowned corpse and his smile was that of a man who enjoys what he does. With each foot fall, a sound that was both crackling bones and laughter haunted the air around him.
They all have no idea that they are about to die.
Just by looking at it, he locked the door that was one of the few remaining exits in the school. Metal fused to metal as the heat of his glare caused the steel double doors to sweat liquid metal along their hinges.
The only other ways out are the windows, and most of those are on the upper floors! This is gonna be great. Son of God! "HahahahahaHHaa" I doubt he knows what a pain he is. Too bad. If his daddy had taken the time to tell what he was, maybe he would have a chance.
A teacher walked out into the hall and gurgled blood as a blade grew out the "man's" elbow and slid straight into the educator's heart. All that the janitor down the hall saw was the lights flickering out in a continuing line down the hall.
"Damn it. I told the principal the wiring was going bad, but nooo. No one listens to the stupid janitor," he said as turned to go inform Principal Stall of the problem. Behind him, the darkness progressed down the hall, leaving behind it a mummified corpse with a hole in its chest.
That old man thinks he's going to just walk away from me, the CorpseEater!
Door's swung open down the hall as the bell for lunch rang and a throng of elementary students stepped out into the hallway.
Too bad he won't live to see twelve again because I'm going to-
"Sorry to interrupt your regurlarly scheduled programming,but we have just recieved an almost unbelievable report. An entire elementary school has been murdered. The number of casualties is estimated to be upwards of 2,000 deaths. There were no survivors. All of the bodies found were decayed to the point that even dental records failed to identify the victims. Forensics teams are at a complete loss as to the murders or the damage to the school itself occurred. I don't know about our viewers, but this reporter fears for the future of our country when such a thing can happen with only reports of a 'moving darkness' from eyewitnesses. Good night and God have mercy on us all."


....


"You realize you killed someone. I mean, you can't just go around killing anyone you want to. It's just not done! And we're in Mexico. Oh no. Even if I turn you in, they'll call me an accomplace and send me away for a thousand years! I don't know how to fight. I'm a womanizer not a killer, which you are. Stop smilng like that you idiot, errr, special person...you."
Across from "Caine", the "Big Fella" was sitting a log smiling like he had just won the lottery.
"I save Caine, Caine friend," said the child's face.
"You don't even understand do you. In your mind you did a good thing. I can't take this." An evil grin spread acoss "Caine's" face. "How about you wait here, while I, go and find some to fix the junk heap of a car!" He punctuated his sentence by smashing his foot into the grill of the car, which promptly fell off. "No. Ok. I'm gone."
"I go with Caine." And he began to folllow "Caine" with his massive grin.
"No! Don't you dare-"
"SSSHHHHH!," was all "Big Fella" said before he jumped and pushed "Caine"
"OH MY GOD! HE'S GONNA RAPE MEEEE! Please don't. I'm no goo-"
This time "Caine was interrupted by the feel of a gun barrel against the back of his head.
"Quieries vos ropas y vos dinero ,mis amigos," said a voice from behind the gun.
"What? I don't know any spanish!"
"Ahhh. You are Americans then?," said a heavily accented voice. "It would be -uhh- to your advantage if you did exactly as -um- we says you to do."
"What you want Caine and I do?"
"How about you @#$&ing gringos hand us all of your clothes, your car, and then dig your own graves.," said the man who appeared to be the leader of the little group of bandits. He punctuated his sentence by shooting "Big fella" in the leg. He immediately fell to the ground and began trying to stand back up using one good hand and one good leg.
"If you're just going to kill us anyway, why should we dig the graves?," asked the ever sarcastic "Caine."
"Caine right. Bad men must leave," said "Big fella", who had some how stood back up and healed his leg.
"Now how did you do that you capitalist scum bag?," his said to the background of his compatriots laughter. Their laughter stopped when light began to eminate from the stub of Sword's hand, and the mist shaped like a sword grew back out. "El Diablo! Tenemos que salir, mis amigos!" They began to open fire, but the glowing expanded out to absorb all of the bullets as Sword began to walk towards with a smile which had appeared to be innocent only seconds before. The bandits continued to fire even as they ran away from the wrecked car and its odd owners.
"I am not alive right now. I am in Hell. This is the only possible anwer. In one day, I miss my flight home, am almost
killed twice, and am traveling with a murder. Wait! Make that was traveling, at least until my car BROKE DOWN!," the last syllable being said so forcefully that spittle flew from his mouth. "And what about the warm sensation? It stopped happening."
"I know you Caine. I no need to look at heart anymore," said Sword.
"I am not "Caine." My name is....is...I can't remember my name. You did this. No. It must have been when that hooker started to choke me. That's it. I'm brain damaged. Something else to add to the list."
I have to get away from him now.
"No Caine, you don't."
"What? You sounded so different that time. What are you?"
"It no matter. The car is working now."
"What?"
The shocked look on Caine's face made Sword laugh even as the sound of the revving engine filled the air.
"I know place to stay."
"O.K."


....


The feelling of a cool breeze across his face woke him. Above him, a tree blocked the heat of the brightly burning sun. A tinckling Grassland and beautiful hills stretched for eternity before under a bright shinnng sun. The grass bowed under the weight of a gentle wind. Caine looked up to see a sun which looked like it would never stop smiling no matter how old it became. Out in the middle of the field, a beautiful stood in the middle of the field. He started to walk towards her with a smile on his lips. She returned his with an even warmer one. She's absolutely gorgeous. Oh, he thought as his gaze meandered down her body. Her stomach was swollen with pregnancy. For the first time in his life, Caine felt guilty about wanting a woman. The hell is this. Since when do I act like a pussy about a pussy.
"How are you Caine? I mean, are you happy with your life?"
"I am now, or at least I hope to be after you have that kid."
Then she laughed and the beauty of the landscape became meaningless compared to the sheer overwhelming joy he felt after that sound. His knees buckled and his head rolled back. What is wrong with me? I didn't get this happy when those models who were twins let me do whatever I wanted to them.
"You may not understand now, but you will soon Caine."
Then the sky turned to a black which felt like all of the evil of the world was covering the sky. I have to get her out of here. The clouds began to swirl above the woman, who was trying to run, but she simply couldn't run fast enough. A shape began to form in the clouds, a giant face. It's eyes found Caine and any thought he had of going to save that woman died. It's mouth opened and lightning crackled across its open mouth, and even though no sound came out, Caine knew in his heart ,and his soul?, that it was laughing. The mark upon his chest began to burn more than it ever had before in his laugh. It's going to eat her, I just know it.
"Caine, please help me!"
His knees gave again, but not out of joy. The face opened and lunged straight for her.
"I'm sorry, I can't do it. I'm just not strong enough,'' he sputtered through his tears of pain and fear.
And then Caine woke up.

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In a sewer under the straights of a small Mexican city, a dark shape slid up out of the blood streaked water. A corpse lay nearby on the ground. It was a rotted and fetid thing after only twenty minutes of being dead.
"Aaahhh, my old friend. I can smell you from an eternity away. You always did screw at protecting Caine. How many times did you fail to save him from me? HAHHAHAHHAAAH!
The stride of that thing of the dark one again conveyed its pure confidence. Caine may come back as many times as possible. But if I keep killing him, he won't be around to save that little wench. After that, I get to kill whomever I want to. I love being me."
It broke out into an open run and covered the distance it had to in almost no time at all.
Her smell is strong, too. To think he tried to hide her in some little log cabin out in the woods. How pitiful. I guess he'll never learn.


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"Ooohhh my God, what is going on in my life?!?," the mark was lit up like a christmas tree.
Caine found himself laying on a chruch pew. The high arches, statues of saints, and the rows of candles hinted that it was a catholic church.
"Why am I in a church?," he said as he wiped a tear off of his face.
He stood and started to walk for the door. I guess the killing machine must have dumped me here and taken my car. That's just great. Now I have to walk back to whatever craphole they call civilization in Mexico.
"So you are Caine," said a voice from behind him.
"Why am I talking to you?"
"I think you know why."
"I don't even know why I'm here."
"Most people don't," he said with an all knowing nod.
"Are you some weird priest who gets a kick out of screwing alter boys and messing with the heads of anyone who comes to this empty house?"
"I can say this, I'm not a priest."
"I'm leaving."
"You're going to go on foot?"
"You saw him leave me here?"
"I helped him carry you in as a matter of fact. You're friend. Sword was it? He's got a problem which he feels has gone on long enough. Don't worry, he'll bring back your car when he's done."
"So what am I supposed to do? Just wait here?"
"I'll say it again, I think you know why," his finger pointed straight at the pew where Caine had been sleeping.
"So you're pyschic now. How interesting." Caine began once again to head for the door, but stopped to say ",In case you didn't notice, that was sarcasm."
"You can change what happened to that woman."
"What the $@#^ do you know about what goes on inside my head!?! Now shut up, or tell me the nearest place to sleep!"
"Right upstairs." This time his finger pointed at the roof.
At that moment something snapped inside of Caine and he knew he didn't have the strength to go on any farther than he already had. All right, I'll stay here. Caine headed toward the door to the stairs with a shuffle that resembled the pace of a zombie.
"I'm glad you decided to stay."
Don't ask. Just wander up to the bed, get some sleep, and go do what you have to do.
"That's true, you have a busy day ahead of you."
"What--What is happening?"
"You really don't know who you are do you?"
"I have no idea what you're talking about?"
"Fine, I'll make it simple. You. Are. Caine." His face had look which mad it seem like the last sentence should have explained every wrong in the world. "By the look on your face I'll guess that what I said didn't help at all. You ever read the Bible."
Wow. He's completely insane. Of course that could explain the mark. Nooo. But..But..
"I'm going to bed." With that he made a bee line for the stairs.
Out of nowhere, the man was holding Caine back. The mark sent a surge of energy running Through Caine at the man's touch.
"I have to apologize Caine, but I can't let you rest just yet."
"How can I be Caine?"
"A decision you made a long time ago. The mark is simply a constant reminder of what you did."
"So how have I lived this long?"
"You haven't. Every time you died, he simply brought you back as the child of another person."
"Does that mean I've been a girl?," said Caine as he began to life.
"How do you always manage to think of the least important things? Anysways, your friend needs your help."
"That maniac couldn't possibly need my help."
"Everyone has a limit. Now come on, as well as limit, everyone can have forgiveness."
Caine gave him another lost and confused look. This time the only response was a hand turning Caine around and steering him towards the door.
"You don't have that much left to do Caine. Just do one last thing, live a little, and then come home son."
Then Caine was being pushed out the door, as fell to the ground outside, he looked back at the man who was his father. The ground was much harder than he remembered it being, and lights went off in front of his eyes. As soon as his visioned cleared he immediately lept up. All that was left of the building was some broken slats of wood and a bicycle which looked as if it might hold his weight.
"All right, one last thing." With this, hoped onto the bike and started to pedal in the direction that the tire tracks on the ground went.


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The car engine died down and Sword stepped out into the open air. An oppressive, yet calming, silence covered the forest around him. In the near distance he could see the shack where she was staying. And of course,nearby, was the mine where Sword kept the weapons.
"This is why I protect. The quiet and the beauty of world untainted."
"Sword, how are you!"
Sword turned to see her running towards him, or trying to run. Her pregnancy had gone to the point that she soemtimes had difficulty walking. The flowers she had just picked where getting crushed in her hands as she tried to balance herself. Seeing her trouble, Sword glided over to her side with a grace which you would not expect.
"Relax," and then the child's smile returned to his face.
"Where does that intelligence go when you're not using it," she smiled and tapped him on the nose with one of the fllowers.
"Stay inside."
"But it's gorgeous outside. Can't I stay out here just a liitle bit longer?"
"Danger. Inside."
"Oh, alright." And with that he picked her up and headed for the shack. Halfway there, Sword stopped and surveyed the surrounding area. "What's wrong."
"Walk and goodbye."
"Sword," but he had already put her down and light began to shine from his deformed left hand. She stood and slowly walked to the cabin, looking back constantly to eye the expression on Sword's face.
"I was wondering why the birds had stopped singing."
Sword.
"Come out CorpseEater."
If you say so.
She had made almost no progress with her pregnant waddle when the trees ahead of her exploded with the entrance of CorpseEater. His body made a majestic arc through the air as he passed through a number of exaggerated tucks and rolls.
"Are not I superior to you in every way."
Sword's answer was to fully extend the blade from his arm to charge.
"You always were pretty stupid, Sword."
Sword came down with a downward slash that would split an oak in half, but CorpseEater simply stepped out of the way and drove a random blade into Sword's thigh. The spike withdrew as quikcly as it had grown, accompanied by a devilish smile. The smile was wiped away when Sword backhanded him so hard he went flying into the nearby cliff.
"Nice shot."
"Die," the child's face was contorted with millenia worth of anger.
"You know I'm gonna-," and Sword's hand was wrapping around his throat while the blade of light drove straight into CorpseEater's stomach. His neck grew a collar of thorns which pained and held Sword's hand at the same time. When his hand finally came free, several spikes came with it, and he used these to pin CorpseEater's shoulders to the rock.
"You always failed before, and you will fail now."
Even as the blade took off CorpseEater's head, the body beneath it began to grow and warp. The spikes were pulled back into the body, and its height began to increase. Sword simply turned and ran towards the mine to try and find a weapon which could help.
At least she made into the shed. She'll be safe for time.
By now the shape was twice the size it had been, and the sky was turning the color of coal. I can't believe this is the day I'm going to end. I suppose I can't really die. Oh, well.
"SWORD!!," came a voice from the first of several heads growing out the mass of flesh, which smelled so strongly of death that Sword could smell it from acorss the clearing. It stepped forward and went at an incredible speed. It didn't so much move as just appear in front of where it used to be. Each head was decorated with elaborate horns. The center and largest head had a massive scar running down its forhead. The scales were a crimson red. Every mouth was filled with a row of knives for teeth.
I have no chance. The truly amazing part is that Caine is going to beat this thing.
By this point, Sword was holding a pistol in his good hand, and had explosives around his feet.
"Come on monster!," his voice barely carrying over the rain and thunder which had swept into the once peaceful forest. The sun was gone, and even the massive shape before him was barely distinguishable. The slopes behind each of them had started to cry droplets and rivers of mud.
"THIS IS THE LAST TIME ,INSECT," each head echoed the words of the first, one did not even speak, but used telepathy.
Sword lifted the gun and began to fire, while he used the blade to bat charges at the creature. I hope the fuses staylit in this weather.
YOU ARE A FOOL, INSECT. YOUR PITIFUL WEAPONS ARE MEANINGLESS.
If I can hear you, I assume you can hear me. You will be back in the hell which spawned you by the end of the day.
SILIENCE, INSECT!!
The tail which had previously been unseen came swinging around and smashed sword into the wall the creature had just walked from. Bones cracking were heard and felt at the same time, and Sword felt his body start to give around him.
I didn't think it would end this quickly. He's finally here.
Caine was haveing an especially hard time with the rain, since he could no longer see the tire tracks. The bike was reaching its last leg as the front wheel began to come off of it.
Damn rain. The only reason I can tell where to go is this damn mark. I don't know what I'd do without it. I never believed I would think that.
CAINE.....
What in God's name was that.
You have to save her Caine.
Sword? How can I hear you? Never mind. Where...Ohh God.
THAT'S RIGHT, CAINE. I'M HERE, AND I WILL KILL YOU. A massive shape was coming out of the darkness of the storm. He didn't know how he knew, but Caine was absolutely sure that it was the face from his dream.
God. I'm gonna say this once. Help me.
Clack. At Caine's feet there was a gun. Use it.
If you say so Sword. The gun felt odd in his hands. It was slippery from the water on it. The trigger went back easily enough. A bullet came flashing out, and did nothing to the shape in front of him.
"Let's try again," he said as he shot and back peddled. The gun jammed. "No."
YES. YOU FAILED. I WIN. DIE.
It turned and was simply in front of the shack.
Caine. She's in there. Ohh...I'm sorry about your car. Then a different silence came. It was as if he were alone again in his own head.
Sword. What am I-AAAHHHH!!!
The thing was back in his head. This time it was different. It flashed images of every horrible thing it could think of. Death,rape, torture, war, starvation, even the ways it had previously killed Caine himself.
"Get out of my head."
MAKE ME.
Caine was on the ground trying to tell what was real or what was being forced into his mind.
"Caine!"
"What! What is it now!," looking up, he saw that it had returned to him with her in its hand. Damn you. The nightmare came flooding back to him. "What am I supposed to do?"
"Try something!," she cried as she placed on the ground in front of Caine.
I WILL GIVE YOU ONE CHANCE TO SAVE HER AND THE PRECIOUS CHILD SHE CARRIES.
Caine lifted the gun and pointed it at the form before him and fired. For years afterwards, Caine swore that time had slowed down during this moment. He could see the bullet slowly turning over and over again. The face of the monster growing closer with each forever that passed. His vision impossibly seperated from his body. Just before impact, the sensation of tectonic laughter radiating from the living nightmare. Then the bullet hits, and for a second, the belief that he had failed, and then the answer. Apparently, when you have God o your side, a bullet is enough to attract lightning. He went blind for a second, the light shining through his eyelids. Finally, a massive force lifting him into the air as the lightning ignited the charges, shredding the beast.
"Oww," looking down, Caine saw several pieces of shrapnel had found their way into his chest. "Bye."
"Bye, Caine."
Darkness. The feeling of the rain fading away. His body shedding form his mind and soul. Light.
"I'm sorry, but I can't let you rest yet."
"What?"
"You have some living left to do."
"Who are you?"
"I am...well, you know. See you sooner than you know!"
Then the light dimmed, and his eyes opened.


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Birth. Fourth grade. Death. Birth. "I love you, Grandpa!" Death. Birth. "I do." Death. Birth. Death. Birth. An endless recycling of the same soul, and the mark, always the mark was there to bring Caine back to what he was. Caine was in his grave again, and this time the world itself had joined him there. A hand reached down into the man made cave of dirt and grabbed Caine by the hand and pulled. It pulled him out and into the air, but left the dust behind. Only the that which was truly Caine came up into the end of all things.
"Hello, Son. Welcome Home."

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