PHASE 1
THE BLU VELVET
It is past midnight. The streets are wet with rain, and life at the BLU VELVET can be heard blocks away. An eager crowd gathers at the door; a line winds around the building and down the street. It is standing room only inside.
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PHASE 2
PARADISE
The sun is rising as the plane lands on the private runway and comes to a quiet stop. Erin looks out the window as Ana sleeps.
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PHASE 3
EMBERS
On a smaller island a short distance from where Erin's body lay abandoned, an island tribal elder lit a small blue fire.
PHASE 4
WITH FORM
On the coral path Erin's body moved only with slow, rhythmic breaths, and with each breath came a rasping, liquid tone. With each gasp she made, the island creatures became louder, more urgent in their call.
PHASE 5
PERCEPTION
The limo pulled around the circular drive in front of the island house. Ana let herself out of the car.
PHASE 6
SYMBIOTIC
The stagnant breath travelled slowly around her neck as though it was embracing her throat. She felt it tighten around her.
PHASE 7
TIT FOR TAT
THE DOG PARK (Comodo's bar)
Comodo gently placed the phone on the table. He took a very, slow, long drag of his cigarette; squinting his eyes as he exhaled. He tapped his lit treat on the boob-shaped ashtray........
PHASE 8
INDIFFERENCE
The island police station was quiet except for the broken phone conversation the desk sergeant was having with an irate individual.
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PHASE 9
PARADISE
Erin glanced back at the white house on the hill. She considered the easy walk up the path, but was drawn to the snake leading her to the growing shadows of the jungle.
PHASE 10
PRETENSE
A figure sat in an ornate dressing room putting on the final touches of make up and a wig. As a master of disguises this was a plan that had to have a perfect cover and timing. The plan to infiltrate Sal's tight knit club of things, they were not the brightest group but they were a group without a conscience among them, everything had to be perfect.
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PHASE 11
TORRENT
Erin stepped lightly on the glistening, warm sand. The blue flames threw shadows and reflections on the pouring rain that surrounded the clearing. She slowly sat in front of the fire; looking across at the man whose head was bowed and eyes were focused on the flames.
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PHASE 12
SPARE A DIME
In his private booth Sal sat with his usual thugs sitting at each of the openings. He had his cell phone, and his private line to the club directly in front of him. He was not so patiently waiting for the island police department to call him back saying they found Erin, and shoved her on the private jet back to him. Neither phone rang once in hours with such news.
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PHASE 13
SO IT BEGINS
Erin did not know what time it was through the darkness of the torrential rain. Looking passed the man sitting across from the steady burning flames she watched the countless shadows twisting and writhing in the storm. She thought it must be the effects of the wind and ripping the jungle apart. The man stopped speaking, drawing her attention back to him.
Bruno: You see the shadows?
Erin: It's just the storm tearing at the jungle.
Bruno: Did you see them before?
Erin glanced behind her shoulder: No, but the storm must be changing. It's getting
darker.
Bruno: The change is with you. Your transition is beginning, and you will be able to
see many things most humans cannot. You will see things most people cannot
even imagine.
Erin: What are you saying? The shadows are more than just the storm?
Bruno: Only those who possess the gift of the mind's eye can see the shadows. You
possess much more than just this sight so many things will come through to
you, but for now we will teach you the first steps to your transition for your eyes
aren't the only thing changing. You will have to learn how to use your new
found strengths in your muscles, your mind, and senses to reach your perfect
balance.
The beginning stages of your rebirth will be awkward. You will not only have to
balance your strengths, but your learn to hide your new weaknesses. This
journey will end for us if they are able to destroy you. If they destroy you, they
destroy us all.
Erin stood and walked slowly to the edge of the warm clearing. She was within a few inches of the thick wall of rain. The shadows screams became more shrill the closer she got. She could make out tormented images as they twisted grotesquely against the wind, and she noticed some had the same anguished faces as those in the putrid creature she encountered before. She watched them writhing, screaming, and seemingly coveting the unfathomable pain every move caused them.
Bruno: You feel your senses changing?
Erin: I recognize some of these shadow figures, but when I saw them before there
was a horrid stench. I don't smell anything.
Bruno: The rain is a barrier, but if you want to smell them stick out your tongue.
Erin: What?
Bruno: Stick the tip of your tongue on the water if you want to smell them. I warn
you though, it won't be pleasant and it will actually be worse than when you
smelled them before.
Erin looked into the darkness. She took a deep breath, and lightly stuck her tongue
on the falling water. The familiar wave of consuming nausea filled her body, and
was magnified by the newness of being able to taste and smell them at the
same time. Violently she threw up projecting it through the rain. The shrill
screams of the shadows became more pronounced piercing Erin's ears, and
dropping her to her knees. She knelt on the sparkling sand until the pain
subsided, wiped her mouth, and slowly returned to the fire feeling it's
healing warmth.
Bruno: Your senses are becoming intertwined. It will cause you to be overwhelmed
until we teach you how to control them. At times you will be able to use them
individually as you are accustomed, and other times you will need them to work
at the same time. You will never take your senses for granted again for they
are you, and not just a part of you.
Your senses will show you everything that is unconditionally evil no matter
where you are, or what you are doing. Beings from all other universes,
creatures from places not in the physical realm, are coming after you. They
have already begun their journey. Some have been here as long as we have,
some will take much longer, but they all have one thing they must do.
Erin: Destroy me.
Bruno: They would not only have to destroy you physically, but destroy your soul as
well. When a living thing dies, no matter what the living thing, the soul goes on
a journey, the soul must go on their specific, individual journey. Depending
upon the life determines where the soul goes. It takes an immense amount of
evil to extinguish a soul, it is rare, but possible.
Erin: So it has happened? What stops it from happening?
Bruno: It has. The will of the soul to move forward, and those like me to protect
it until it's journey is complete. When the soul leaves the physical being that
is it's most critical period. The intrinsic nature of the soul leads it toward the
next destination, but this is the most vulnerable state. This is the time the soul
may be misguided. If the soul was weak in life, it is sometimes weak on it's
journey, so we must protect them.
Because of who you are , and what you are destined to do, it will take the
presence of evil we have never seen to destroy your soul.
Erin: You are going to teach me how to protect myself against evil you have never
seen? How is that possible if you've never seen it? Erin looked at the sheet of
thick rain still falling. There was a grotesque creature that smelled just like
those tasted. It said my end is unwritten just like it's end is not written. What
does that mean?
Bruno: Where was this?
Erin: I don't know where, but there was no light there except for what came from
me. When I stepped, or moved blue lights shimmered. I could see it because it
was darker than everything else. It was twisted with anguished faces. That's all
it seemed to be, anguished faces and stench.
It was angry I wasn't afraid. I thought I was in Hell, and this was Satan. It said
Satan wished to be it. It said Satan could never be truly evil since he was
created in beauty. He could only wish to be like the creature.
I don't know how long I was there, or how I got there. I looked in
the distance and saw flickering blue lights coming toward me. They went under
my skin, and the next thing I knew I woke up on the coral path. I saw a snake,
followed it, and met you here. It's all part of the same nightmare isn't it?
Bruno sat quietly then reached into his leather pouch for a dry leafy concoction, and tossed a pinch to the blue flames. Brilliant orange sparks flew quickly into the air, through the sheet of rain, and disappeared into the thick jungle. The shadows shrieked in excruciating pain, many of them racing after the escaping lights.
Erin watched the lights disappear: What were those lights?
Bruno: Messages to the others. It is time. We will teach you to protect yourself
against the worst of evil we know, and we will be shown how to do so, when the
time comes, against evil we are not yet allowed to see.
Understand there are two. One of absolute perfection in every sense. Perfection
in love, beauty, anger, and all that there is or ever will be. The second is
absolute evil, torture, deceit, lies, and all there is or might ever be. You were in
the presence of what we have never been allowed to see, nor ever care to look
upon. We have no name for it as no name has ever been spoken to us, or
written.
The creature devours all that is filth and disgust. It must create havoc, hatred,
doubt, and rely on it's servants to tempt souls to commit the smallest of acts
against one another. This act leads to another until the smallest of
thoughtless gestures grows, spreads to everything around it, and the greater it
grows the more common and acceptable the hatred becomes. The growing
hatred, leads to the sweeter and endless meals of lost souls. As the servants of
the creature are allowed to feed on these souls they grow obese with hatred,
they grow stronger. The creature then gorges itself on it's servants who have
faithfully pillaged lost souls. They are now, and forever will be, fallen souls, evil
spirits. They will spend eternity as a fragment of the foul and putrid creature.
There is no world that does not have this battle against evil. For some the battle
is not as vicious as others, yet others are in constant turmoil and some have
been completely consumed. All that is left of those is blackness, a tremendous
void. The evil spirits of this world merely came from another as did the good
spirits. With each new world comes a new race to save or destroy it.
Erin: So you are telling me I'm the one who is suppose to save this world?
Bruno: Not just this world, but all worlds.
Erin: All worlds?!
Bruno: Yes.
Erin: What qualifies me to do this?
Bruno: Very little right now, but you know this is real. You feel the warmth of the
fire, and see the life in the grains of sand. When you have been still, and quiet,
you have always known there was something underlying, something you could
never seem to reach. You know this is who you are, and have always been.
Erin: Do I have a choice?
Bruno looked at the swirling shadows: There are always choices. You may make a
choice to not follow your destiny, but you have had a minute taste of evil, you have seen the creature, and you must know you would end up a fragment of that forever if you chose a different path. It is a choice you may make.
Bruno looked over Erin's shoulder.
Erin turned to see behind her, and cold make out figures walking through the sheet of rain. The screams were almost unbearable from the frenzied shadows, but were brought to silence as one of the figures drew a symbol in the air. They calmly walked through the jungle chaos into the calm protection of the sandy clearing. Erin began to recognize some of them. The four sat around the fire with Erin and Bruno.
Bruno: There are many more of us, but we are the ones who have been with you the
longest and will remain constant. You will absorb everything we are about to
teach you with every part of your being. It will be exhausting, and you will know
it to be the fundamental truth to all that ever existed and will exist. This is the
beginning of your true existence.
Erin: My true existence.
Bruno: You are the one who will put the spiritual drop in this universe that will
resonate throughout all universes. It will begin here where it all began. You are
the direct descendant of those from the beginning. You are the seed of all that
is pure.
Erin: Pure?!
Bruno: Purity is often hidden, ignored, and sometimes lost. You are not who you
were ten seconds ago, nor will you be the same one second from now. It makes
no difference what you have done, but what matters is the choice you make
now.
Erin: What if I choose to walk out of here instead of staying for whatever this is.
Bruno pointed to the seemingly endless shadows in the dark: You may choose to go,
but they won't allow you to go very far. Test them. Go to the edge and stick
your arm out of the water.
Erin stood looking at the others as they silently watched, and walked to toward the edge. The shadows swarmed, screeching the closer she got to the water. They tried to break through the barrier with their black oozing, infectious forms, but swirled away in searing pain. She watched this process as she held her arm close to the protective wall. The shadows contorted with fury. Her hand felt the cool rushing water with no pain. The shadows desperate to reach her, she plunged her arm toward them. The scorching on her skin radiated down her arm, and began to engulf her. She stumbled backward onto the sand her jaw clinched, and barely able to breathe through the pain.
Bruno: Place your arm in the sand.
Erin rolled over and buried her arm in her golden sand. She felt the pain immediately leave her body. She held her arm up to see the burn marks, but all she saw was the occasional flicker of the familiar blue light beneath her perfect skin. She looked at those who sat around the fire, and knew that everything she ever thought she was meant absolutely nothing. Slowly she rose, and took her place by the fire among those who would reveal her true identity.
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