Hello All! If anyone remembers me, which I assure you there is no reason too, I apologize for my hugely long absence from the site.
I've recently been playing with ideas for a story to write during my deployment, and finally typed up a little bit of a Prologue. It is not at all a completed work, or part of completed work, and to be honest, I'm waiting on feedback before I decide to continue with the idea or not. I figured this one of the best places to first release my ideas, seeing as I used to read people's stories here all the time. So please, take the time to skim over the little bit I have, and if you have the time, any comment (positive or negative), as well as any ideas would be thoroughly appreciated! Thank you!
UNTITLED - Rated T (Slight Violence, Slight Language. Will surely be upgraded if further installments are made)
PROLOGUE
My Name is XXXX. Years prior to now, I would have never even entertained the idea of keeping a journal... but recent events, along with the suggestion from a dear friend, have made it seem like a fine idea. And now, only on my third sentence, I am lost for words. Hmmm… where to start?
I guess the best way to begin is to explain some things. The year of XXXX was a big year for me- it was when I first learned that the world as we know it is a LOT bigger than I had thought. First let me tell you, God, and the Devil, surely exist. Now, I’ve always been a believer, but last year was the first time I had what you may call ‘solid proof’. His name is Gehenna, and he’s the dear friend I mentioned earlier. Gehenna seems like an awfully dark, strange name, doesn’t it? Well, that’s because it is. He’s what most Christians, or most people for that matter, would call a demon. Now how does one befriend a demon? I’ll tell you soon, but I want to finish explaining a couple things first.
Now, humans aren’t the only things walking around this earth. As far as I’ve encountered, and as far as Gehenna has related to me, there are four different types of ‘beings’ inhabiting the world. There are humans of course, Demons, Angels, and what we like to call the “Elevated”. To the average eye, we all look the same, and it would take the witnessing of a supernatural action of the latter three to discern them from humans. Demons and Angels are pretty explanatory, and even though I’m sure I’ll end up explaining more about the two later, I want to jump into the “Elevated”. That’s what I am. Elevated are basically just humans that have already tapped into an amount (small or large) of their ‘Divine Nature’ mentioned by Peter in the good book. But just because I say ‘Divine Nature’, doesn’t mean that every one of the Elevated uses his or her powers for good. An Elevated can come from anywhere, of any family, from every different background- thus- they can choose to use their ‘powers’ however they please. Elevated are broken down into different categories of two main types: Micro (Dreamers, Seers, Knowers) and Macro (Gifted, Advanced, and Doers). Of course, most of the terminology I’m using is made up by either Gehenna or myself to better explain things. Now, if an Elevated grows in his/her powers greatly enough, they become what we would call a Demi, as is Demi-god. Demis have been around for as long as written and unwritten history, although, as far as I know there hasn’t been any fresh ones for centuries. Most gods of old mythologies were in fact just Demis (or possibly even demons) who wished to be worshipped.
Me, I’m just a ‘Gifted’, or the lowest level of Macro Elevated. What it means to be a ‘Gifted’ is just that I’m basically one step higher than humans. With small effort I can be faster, stronger, or smarter than anyone else. It also means I can see other beings for what they really are. I didn’t really know any of this until I met Gehenna though- Which I guess it the next thing I’ll get into, and probably my last story for this entry.
It was March of last year, and still quite cold in Michigan, so some friends and I were out for drinks to warm ourselves up. As the night neared its end, and all my friends had already left the bar, I gathered my things together and made my best effort to sober myself up a little before beginning my walk home. Taking the quickest route I knew (which led me through some alleys that never ceased to give me the chills), it wasn’t long before I heard the scream of a woman coming from a nearby parking complex. Always wanting to be the hero, but never given the opportunity, I clutched my jacket to myself as my heart began to race and I ran off towards the beginning of the night that would change my life.
In the parking garage from where I had heard the scream, I came upon a group of a few potentially frightening, and obviously intoxicated men surrounding a young girl who now lay unconscious on the cement. I could only assume what had happened, or what they planned to do next, but every trail of thought that blitzed through my head at that moment seemed to justify my next actions. Tossing my coat to the ground, I clenched my fists and took off at a sprint towards the unknowing group of assailants. Launching myself at the nearest one, I easily brought him to ground due to his surprise. Thrusting my fist into his throat a couple of times was all I could manage before his buddies reacted. A swift and forceful kick to my ribs sent me sprawling to the cement myself, and that was followed by another swift kick to my skull. My adrenaline held off the pain enough for my instinct to tell me I needed to get up quickly. Now squared off with two men, and another still clambering to his feet, fear had started to slip into my thoughts, but it wasn’t enough to slow me down, yet. One of the men came rushing at me, and I thanked my high school wrestling days as I instinctively preformed a duck-under on him, wrapped my arms around him from behind, and brought his body crashing to the ground. Again, even though I had brought one down, the two others were quick to provide him with aid. Kick after kick rattled into me before I could sprawl forward and return to my feet. Now I was definitely starting to think I was outmatched, but I knew running wasn’t an option. I began to figuratively ‘see red’ as I almost lost myself to instinct and rage. But right before I sent myself at the men again, I saw another figure approaching from their backs. He stood a little taller than me, at about 6’2’’, with a very thin, modest build. He had long, slightly wavy golden blonde hair, and wore what I might think of as goth or biker gear. It wasn’t his appearance that intimidated me, but something else… his piercing blue eyes made me feel like curling into a ball and giving up, and it almost felt like he gave off an aura colder than the already freezing winter air. This was Gehenna, and looking back on this moment, even though I thought things were about to get a ‘hell’ of a lot worse, I should have been thanking someone for his arrival.
The rest of that story involves Gehenna beating the living sh** out of those men, and using abilities that I couldn’t believe at the time to make sure they would never harm another person again. He would proceed to make sure I was alright before tending to the fallen woman. I’m sure you can believe how confused I was when he told me later that night he was a Demon… But what shocked me most was when he explained to me “God gave us all free will, Pal…. Even us ‘denizens of hell’ have a choice. We may not be promised any sort of salvation or forgiveness, but that doesn’t mean I still can’t use my immortality for someone’s benefit, aye?”.
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