writing Rise From The Ashes

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21 YEARS AGO- EXPERIMENT'S ACCOUNT

 

All good things come to an end. And never before in man's existence has this been more painfully obvious as my story. I am the one who whispers in the dark. I am the incarnation of all that is good.

This is the story of how I was lost.

Like all good stories, mine began with the creation of something awful. Them. Who are they? Well, to tell you the truth, I don't even know. All I know is that they needed to die, because their only purpose is to destroy and kill. Can I describe them, you may ask. Yes, I can. They are yellow, with eyes of green, and minds filled with hate. They look like lizards, and they seek me. I can feel them creeping in the shadows. I can feel them creeping in my mind. Can you hear them? I'm sure you can. You may want to look over your shoulder now and again. If they find you, it is the end.

But back to my story. I was an experiment. I wasn't supposed to exist. I was supposed to be one of THEM. But I was awoken by a soothing voice that cried out in the wind, telling me that I needed to break out, which I did. And when I did, I was a wanted man. Everyone called for me, and men who carried guns nearly did me in with their bullets flying like tongues of fire and hatred. Yet I endured. And I knew at that moment that my life wasn't going to be easy. And it hasn't ever been easy for me. But that voice that beckoned me gave me a goal, saying, "Let me be your guide. I will hold you and never let go in your darkest hour. You must stop the tyranny rising from where you were created." I responded with, "I am but one man! How am I to stop tyranny and save the world?" The voice hushed me, and told me that it would be with me always. I knew where to go and what to do in that moment. That was such a long time ago, and I've been running and trying to stop the evil since then. But it won't be easy. It may not take long, but I may die, and if it is that I will die, I will be ready to die. I will stand. I will fight. I will rise above the ashes.

 

PRESENT DAY- FRIEND'S ACCOUNT

I guess that I have found that man's old journal. Oh! I guess I should introduce myself. I am Experiment 00-2. The one who had previously written this thus far is gone... I am sorry to say. And I guess I should tell his story, since he has changed the world for the better. Let's pick up where he left off, shall we?

Approximately 10 years after the original experiment wrote the last entry, the experiment faced the man in control of THEM. He had succeeded, but at what cost? He gave his own life, and as he died, he clutched what he held dear in his heart- the love shared by those he knew, and the new love forged with the destruction of the evil. And you know the weirdest part?

That man was me.

This was my life.

My love.

My legacy.

Love never dies.