Born By Power : Chaos And Apocalypse

I was said to have been born with metaphysical abilities in the year 1993. The one my late mother called "The Celestial spark." Although at my nineteenth birthday, I happened to come across a note she left behind before her uncertain death which occurred not long after we moved to Venezuela from the New Orleans. Precisely four years ago. In her note, she wrote....

"Dear John, do not hate me for this. Forgive me for hiding the truth. This was something you obviously found after my death. You aren't a fruit of my womb. You were given to me by a lady who saw me worthy of taking care of you. She said she had to save lives and while she was at it, I needed to save yours, for your future is the spark, your spark, the spark of a new creation. Hate me not but heed my word, fight the darkness rising and never give up."

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First Person Narrative

John

Present Date; 2014

I knew there was something in me. Like my mother aforementioned, the spark of breath and essence, the spark of sentience, the spark of greatness. The spark of limitless uniqueness and the spark of life and I turned the tables over and chose how I saw myself, how I saw it all, and I reaffirmed, the spark that beholds the antiquity of foreordination, the spark of creation and destruction, the spark of doom and cataclysm, the spark of "Apocalypse And Of Chaos". With all the power I beheld, just a single gaffe sent me on a whole different path, a mistake that poured sand, ashes and liquor upon my spark. And a path that occurred faster than it could have been said or penned down. Little did I realise all these were just the spark of a new life but before it, comes the spark of Apocalypse and the downfall of the supernatural beings.

I thought I was living the life, I thought I had everything, until my mom died. Now it feels like I have nothing. It is at this moment I realised, when someone says the phrase, "life lacks meaning," I honestly wouldn't argue. However when all seemed lost, there was one person who was by me. A bestfriend, Khloe Dave, that knows pretty much everything about me. But not that the spark I thought I had, is starting to quench, for a reason I cannot seem to remember. 

2014

Venezuela, Caracas

Unspecified Building

John's House; Room

The sun was seen making its way through the glassy windows of my undressed room, reflecting on the mirror opposite the window. I tried reaching for my slippers from the bed at it was at that moment I felt everything fading off. My energy, the power, my spark.

I had this weird feeling of drastic weakness and pain around my body as I sat upright on my bed and stared at myself in the mirror. The reflection of my rough white hair, yes white, (that's what you get for being unique and rare as they say) and half opened eyes sickened me. Starring closely at myself through the mirror, I saw some thick dark liquif flowing down my nostrils, my blood to be precise. I suddenly lost stamina and I fell on my bed, and closed my eyes to the misty sight. 

On the other hand, Khloe, my best friend who applied for a fashion college few days ago got in. She called me to inform me about it but I...I was still lying comatose at the time she'd call.

When I woke up, I found a voice mail from Khloe about her pass on how she got in. I called and asked if we could meet at some juncture, maybe a park or something, which she agreed to after yelling and yelling at me for not calling her sooner to congratulate her.

Few moments later, hours to be precise, we met at a park and I applauded her on her huge pass first of all and then brought up the topic about what happened earlier. 

I talked about my power fluctuation and we took it to trial after a brief moments of arguing. We walked out the park which inhabited a number of kids and their parents along side some pretty trees and bushes I couldn't even name, (as a drop out, school didn't seem like the right place for me), still talking about it and ready to go back home. On our way home, Khloe's house precisely, I tried making use of my abilities to lift a waste bin we saw by the side of the street, but I felt the blood oozing from my nostrils, flowing down.

"Wow, this is really bad, right?" Asked Khloe, peering around us to know if anyone saw anything.

I starred daggers at her before cleaning the blood that made its way for my lips after it successfully flowed down my medial cleft. 

"Every problem must have a source..." "...and yours as well must do." "So what did you commit?" She furrowed her brows at me, waiting for me to say something.

Before I replied her I saw something, starring at me from the thick bushes close to the park entrance. It was horned and looked like a devil that had been drowned in blood. "I don't know," "you know what, we'll talk about this later." I said veering at the tree and back to Khloe, crinkling my brows in confusion of what I saw. "I think I'm gonna spend the night at your house." I said, peering at the area I just saw the beast. I suddenly started feeling extremely tired already, still had no idea of what I saw but I....I had to set that aside, it is probably lack of rest.

"You're welcome to stay." Khloe said expressing a welcome gesture with her hands stretched apart and she walked backwards on the feeder roads.

Midnight

Khloe's House

There is no inbetween, between dreams and nightmares, other than reality, at this moment I think I just happened to be in something worst than the reality, my ephialtes. 

As it seems, I suddenly felt myself, in an upright position, with my eyes closed. It seemed like I had been pinched and the sleep that veiled my Misty eyes suddenly cleared. I opened my eyes, and I realised I was deemed unable to feel, move or express. All I could do was stare, and what I saw, was the strangest thing I have ever seen since I was thirteen, after I realised I had abilities. I starred at my arm skin before I rolled my eye balls downwards, looking at myself. I was seperated from my body. I couldn't seen any colour specifically, other than black and white. My flesh laid peacefully on the bed, which was in Khloe's room, beside the other one she slept on. Suddenly, I saw a bright light, than hurt my open eyes.

This was like torment, but I have never seen such pain in a torment process than what was about to happen. I felt a heavy pang right on my chest and I could feel my heart beating no more, my ribs crack and my lungs punctured. I suddenly saw waves of light as I travelled through them at a speed nothing could comprehend and suddenly I closed my eyes. The pain I felt suddenly stopped and I realised I wasn't dead. Atleast, not yet!

It occurred to me that I was being coax by something powerful or someone perhaps. I opened my eyes and the first thing those hazel circle balls saw was the green field I suddenly appeared in. I stood up and got the warm evening setting sun shinning at my dry skin. 

I slowly swivelled around where I happened to be and just behind me, stood a being, clothed in a white garment with golden linens around the wrist and neck, in addition to the broad wings sticking out of his covered back. He was facing the opposite direction, starring at another sun as it turned out to be, a setting evening sun, that its half was scattered around the deep blue clouds.

It was quite sudden as he spoke boldly; "Now you have to find the seven souls and restore your gift, the spark." The being said. My heart clenched as soon as I heard the voice. His voice was like the roars of multiple lions and the thunders of the heavy clouds. Just as he said, almost about to turn to me, I woke up in another dream, nightmares, ephialtes, what ever this was, not even having the chance to see who it was or even reply. His sentence got me curious, restore my gift? the spark! Only my mother addressed my ability as the spark. 

I studied the surrounding and I realised I was right before Khloe's house. I looked around and rather than a setting sun, I got a reddish purple sky with nothing around, no sun, no stars in the sky, no cars Not even a soul around me. I yelled at the top of my voice "Hello". But no one answered. Rather I listened to the multiple echoes of my voice, down the empty street.

John! A bold voice called out. It sounded like the voice I had heard before. The angel I saw, that is if it was one. The voice called from a close range which got me to turn over and I saw it again, the being standing right before me.

Light fades.

Song Of Choice : The Other Side

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