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With his hand upraised and his arm cascading down the hills he led the multitude swaddled in majesty with the fleeting orange blush rising from the other end of time behind him to the blank fields where anguish lived and there he brought the victory that he carried with and inside him. ***** He arose to the glare of the morning light and the sound of birds. Doves twitched and bounced and crowded above him. With his blanket still wrapped around him he wandered out of the broken sanctuary, passed the charred remnants of the bonfire, and toward the familiar voice of his new friend. Cale stood with his back against him, addressing a curious assembly. He looked a bit taller than the rest of them, who all brought their gaze on the boy as he came closer. Some appeared as children with rounded faces and a brightness in their look while others as old men, bearded and jacketed in tweed. The boy tried waving at them but they would not respond. "Up so early?", Cale said as he turned...

Author's note: This crap gets dark. So jus-um... just watch out for that. He put his hand in the bathroom sink and let the water heat and redden it. Water scalding as his blood. Their faces and words ran around track fields in his head. His hand begun to shake. Without warning the mirror filled with a depraved alien visage. Its fists knotted and shaking. Temples pulsating in lunatic aggression. Hate in its core like a beating lump of obsidian. Suddenly, the memories faded and the creature disappeared. His muscles slacked and he breathed in deeply and cooled the water to splash his face and push the anger away. He spared a moment to dry himself before stepping out of the fluorescent refuge and into the pitch blackness. With outstretched hands and shuffling feet he made his way blind to his bed and collapsed on it. He was tired. It was late and already the weighted sunshine of tomorrow had begun to press on him. He wanted peace there in the quiet, but coveted rest...