The Shade

Climax

. I slept, because I wanted to be awake for whatever was inside. I open the door slowly. On the floor lies a man, with blood all over him, and I think he's dead. I kneel down to check his pulse when he jolts up. He says to me in the most relieved voice I can imagine anyone in this world having, “Thank God you’re here. I don't care who you are, but you have to preserve the knowledge in this lab. Here’s the code to the computer over there. A.F.S.l.3.4.3.” before I could ask him anything else his body began violently convulsing, and like that he was dead. I walk into the dark room, with one LED light overhead still working, and a computer monitor on the other side of the room. I walk up to it nervously, for reasons I did not yet know. I pushed the on button, and a screen requesting a password shown into the dark room. I slowly pressed the keys A.F.S.L.3.4.3. At that point the screen lit up to reveal a journal kept by that poor man in the first room. It read, 'I think I finally figured it out. Those Stouts are at the center of this. That kid of theirs was born at the exact moment the first Shade incident occurred. It’s the only explanation, those cursed geniuses were always fringe, between the experiments, and the 'worship' something was definitely going to go wrong.' I was taken back a moment, I went to click on the next page, but my arm wouldn't do what I told it too. It reached into a desk drawer and found a razor, weird place to keep a razor I know, then slit my opposite hand off, clean through the bone. Upon awakening I looked around to see that, there was blood splattered all over the room I was in, but I could feel my arm. I figured it was just a stress attack making me think it was gone, but when I looked down at my arm, in place of flesh was a black ethereal shape resembling my arm perfectly. Just as I began to freak out at this development my mind started to slide back, that’s when you said, “It’s my turn to lead Jesse-boy...”