Universe (Part 10) (FINALE): Final

Chapter 102

He continued walking down, seeing more and more of the poor and impoverished. He heard all around him people that pleaded and begged, sounding like cries for not money but for salvation. One of the poor men on the sidewalk was twitching and scratching at himself. As Brick passed by the man grabbed onto his foot.

"Mister! You have to help me! You have to help me!" The man said. Brick kneels down to the man.

"How can I help you? I have no money.."

"Something tells me... Something tells me you're the only one that can help me. I lost everything.. all my luck's been going down and I can't sleep. I feel like there is something inside me, some insect or other things. And I need the cure.. you are that cure maybe?"

Brick looked at the man's eyes. For a second his eyes turned all out black, he backs away from the man and placed his hand on his head, "It's going to be okay now. God will handle it." The man's eyes than lit up, and he saw inside the mind of the man.

Inside his mind was like a barren wasteland with no trees or roots or anything growing in his mind, except for a burning apartment in the distance. And on the ground a shattered picture frame of the man and his family. He kneeled down to inspect the photo, feeling sympathy for the man. Than he saw in the sky an evil creature, goblin like and horrific looking. It has wings and held a trident that was steaming hot and stabbed at the house, continuing the flames of the house. The thing saw Brick and immediately flew down at him at a rapid speed. The creature swoops onto him but it couldn't touch him, as a sort of field around Brick stops the thing and it's pushed back onto the ground. It was nearly defeated at an instant, it clinged for it's life and Brick approached the thing, "What are you?" He asked.

"D-D... Demon."

"Demon?"

"Y-you... You have- is it Dios...?" It falls tot eh ground and Brick escapes out the midnight of the man. He saw then that the man was fine, and he thanked Brick profusely.

"In you, a sort of demon." He said to the man.

"A demon?"

"Yeah, a demon."

"What's that?"

"Oh right- you don't know. Well I guess.. I guess it'll be alright, don't worry. Keep moving on, and don't give up. Find God." He walked away from the man, as he looked at Brick, confused.

He walked down the roads and he was stopped by a hand on his shoulder, he would turn around and see it was a machine. The machine pointed all sorts of weapons at him, "You are under arrest, for the extermination of over 100 citizens." It spoke to him, placing cuffs over him, "Please, do not attempt to escape." He kicked the machine, and it immediately fired bullets at his face, the bullets did nothing and he tried to slip out of the grip of the cuffs, trying to break them. More and more it shot at him, but his face kept on regenerating with more and more bullets firing into his skull. All around him more and more machines began to come out, firing at him. He began to take shots from snipers, rifles, shotguns, flames that covered his body, all while continuously regenerating and feeling every single last bit. He could do nothing as he kept trying to break free, his vision turning into a sight of flames and fury of bullets. Blood sprayed everywhere and it was all his, but he didn't stop trying to escape. He kept trying to break free, pulling on the he arms of the machine and it didn't let go. He than finally broke free from it, the machine's parts going everywhere and he ran away. The machines followed behind, continuously firing at him.  He had eventually reached a corner, turning around and seeing no way out. But somehow, like if destiny drove him there, there was a manhole. He escaped through the manhole and the machine s looked everywhere for him. But as he thought he'd escaped, he saw the machines wondering around the sewer system, scanning about. He stops still and behind cover, waiting for them to go away. And eventually, they did.

He got out of the cover and he tried to escape the city. He wondered through the streets of the city, dangerous and ravaged but lights all around except for the occasional dark alleyway which would have the poor living there. And there'd be machines everywhere looking for him, which he'd managed to stay away from. He tries his very best to make sure he avoided any possible detection, so nobody could see him. He waited outside, sat down like one of the poor and people walked by, seeing that he took had nothing just like them. The machines didn't even go by him, somehow. He looked at the ground for a several minutes, and than at his hands. He rested his hands on his knees and began to wonder to himself, if he would really win? He believed, and he tried his best, and no matter what the did his past would follow him.

He dreamt that he was walking across a desert, that he was close to dying. He was hungry, and thirsty, on the verge of death itself. There were vultures following him, and as he walked through the desert he saw a person. They were a knight, with a long sword and shining in armor which was the most beautiful armor he'd ever seen. And he be looked up at the knight, in all its beauty and it held before him a cup of water and food. Tempting him to eat it, he looked up at the knight. He felt the urge to eat and drink, so dey his mouth was and how empty his stomach was. His body wanting to feed, to feast, but he knew that something was up. He felt that he didn't need to, he felt he was being rested. And so he refused, walking right on by. His body almost aching to go back and wanting him to go back, but his mind didn't let it happen. He didn't walk back, but kept on going. A figure than appeared before him, a vision of a man.

He stopped before this man, he wore a white robe and he had the most familiar face. He stopped as he realized who it was, someone he knows very well but physically hasn't met before, "Is this.. a trick?" He said. The man approached the knight, the knight turning into a demon and immediately it was eviscerated, "Y-You're really here.." He couldn't believe his eyes. He was almost glowing, and felt powerful, welcoming, and loving. He stared at him, "Y-You really are than.. You are-"

"I Am."

He woke up, intense feelings rushed through him, his heart pounding. He looked around and realized he was no longer in the floors of the city, but standing above on top of a skyscraper. He looked down, and he heard below what could only be described as screams. There were screams and cries of countless of people, of souls. He heard them all as he heard the brutality going on down, people on torture and pain and there was no way they could do anything for themselves. The people couldn't do anything, they could do nothing. And he heard their screams and cries, like mobs of them all yelling at their near perfect pain that is caused by this reality. And all he could think of, was the guilt within him which he knew he could help them. He absolutely knew he could help them, and he would try his very best to do some so he looked off into the endless sea of misery and pain which was at infinity, and he screamed out to each and every soul in order to save them. He knew he was the only person that could do it, and that he would be the right person to do it. And so he screamed out as loud as he could to them all.

"GOD IS REAL, AND HE LOVES US ANS SAVES US!"