Into The Dark
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Everybody thinks death is the end. Well, I found out it wasn't. Death was just the beginning. When I became something that I never imagined. I had a new purpose as my dreams ended with my death. My soul was now no longer my own. I had a master. A creator. And for me to save myself I would have to obey while I plotted my freedom and made my way Into The Dark.
It was a dark and stormy night… Wow, talk about cliché! But in this story the start of this horrific tale horror, it does start on a dark and stormy night. It was the night I died. And trust me nobody forgets the night they died; especially a person with an eidetic memory. After all, this is the in which many dreams have died and mine included. So it was a dark and stormy night as I walked from my latest class, I hated the class but I had to take it if I wanted to gain my dream’s ending. After all, I was made to fly. I look down and smile at my Air Force Uniform. One day I will be in the black as it calls to my very soul… this was my last thought. I was hit upside the head at that point and all I felt was pain before my soul left my body.