Luke

It all started twenty one years ago, well, twenty one years and nine months ago when my mother had a dream about a beautiful being and discovered that she was pregnant, from that moment everything has been in preparation for this. People say you can’t remember your birth, but I can, as if I was watching it from the outside.

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I was raining the rain beat down on the tin roof of the municipal hospital. The hospital couldn’t afford to hand out pain killers like candy, my mother was in pain, I could feel it, but the words of my grandmother broke through my mother’s pain.

“And the angel of the lord descended on to Mary, and she was conceived with the Holy Spirit.”

“Nice sentiment Mum, but this isn’t exactly a virgin birth.”

“You said it your self, you don’t know who the father is”

“I said I’m not sure, there’s a difference, arrgh!”

My mother’s pain intensified and for the first time I felt pain. Before I knew any other feeling I knew pain, the pain of being ripped from the one place I’d known piece and thrown onto a cold scale. The chaos increased as did my mothers pain and agony. As the nurses ran back and forth I was scoped up in one of there arms and cared to a table where a woman in green was stretched out, soaked in blood, as a hand touched me and I felt secure. That’s when I saw her for the first and last time, my mother, bathed in white, surrounded by the most perfect beings, beautiful in their spelunker. They left, and I cried. 

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It was along time ago but the memory still burns in my mind. I sometimes think if I knew than what I know how I could have saved her, but I realize as I look over the barren waste land of bombed out buildings and smoldering fires that used to be New York I realize, she’s better off where she is. The pain and suffering experienced through her is I entered the world is nothing compared to what I’ve seen and felt in he past twenty-one years.  New York has been abandoned to the filth of the underworld and of this. Outlaws, rapists, murders, the homeless. Demons prying on the week and impressionable. Ordinarily I’d be down there fighting the fight, as is my calling, but not today, I need to keep my energy, for the biggest battle I will face, the battle for humanity. Most people spend there twenty first birthday drinking copious amounts of alcohol trying to pretend that there lives will suddenly change how I’ve come of age, nut not me, I grow up along time ago. I always knew I was different from others; I never really fitted in at school. All the other children were running, trading there protector trading cards and picking fight with each other, preparing in there own way to be a part of the corporate human race, trading for peoples lives, fighting the bit out to get the best deal. They can’t see the demons, they never could, until it was too late, but I could see them, they are everywhere. I remember the first time I saw one. I was four.

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It was my birthday. My gran had got some mothers o drag their four year old children to the new kids house. We’d lived there for a month, after being forced out of our house in Tennessee because a bigger family were willing to pay more money, so with a small refunded we moved to Chicago, where we would be considered well of, compared to what most of the factory workers could pay. We’d lived on maze and water for a month so gran could have enough sugar, flour and eggs to bake a cake. It was actually fun, may powers where still quite weak than, and the noise in my head was only dim, my gran was vary ingenious when it came to children, she had arranged games of hop-scotch, treasure hunt and pin the tail on the mammoth (she really couldn’t draw). Every thing was great till one kid started to have a seizure, only it wasn’t a seizure, a big black thing with claws was killing him. I shouted to warn people, tell them what it was but I was pulled away by Gran. No one else could see it, just me, but I didn’t know what to do, so I let him die.

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I’ve learnt a lot since than, thought reading, mind control, psychomity, healing, but it’s taken a long time. At first I didn’t know how to control my abilities, they’d just come in bursts, sub-consciously, but now I can. Now I’m at my prime. My skills are honed and will be needed in the coming hours. I’m the only thing that stands between the darkness and the light. The light. The light is so bright, the second time I saw it I was twelve.

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