Predictable final chapter

Chapter 1

Seems everything I hold against one, all becomes a firebombing circus, with my soul as king. I have yet to strain vengeance...vendors...all but one. "It takes a thousand to one years of supreme intelligence to counter such showcase." Whatever did he mean? Could never understand thy attitude adjustment induced by John Williams. Still, as calculations are told through eyes of a defeated ex virgin to life...I believe above more to see...information standards couldn't cross a mile in my shoes. "Ancestor...you speak off? Never thought of you as a guy in spiritual needs or a man who knows about the spirit world" I say, creating a new sight for both themes to score upon. Though, I'm not convinced...concerned...a little motivated but corned. "Have I offered you? Apologies Logan. The spare time given, I had time to research chakras. I mean you wouldn't believe what information came across me...something bigger than me and you combined." Exception is just a word they say...hel is just a matter of thought due to dishonesty..."water under the bridge!" I say, after shooting a fatal sliver bullet through his heart. Then I figured; blood purring on scene, Justin had a mighty army...gratefully not worth stumbling blocks. 'Mr Sarkozy...I heard shooting...oh my God! He's dead!" She screams in terror, suspecting comfort and future referenced statement of 'every little-known things is gonna be spontaneously okay'. "Show must go own Barbara..." Only small detail left out, I'm not the same earthly punk I was ten years ago. Now you begin to understand to concept of my egalitarianism. "Salad seems nice Miss Bavarian, do go on. Before you Barbara, be sure to leave out the eggs, bacon and whatever floats your boat. I prefer a vegan diet, as meat no longer purposes me." For one knows of wraths connection...what I am getting into, my traits await. Subsequently, looking towards the ceiling as my maid Barbara leaves mentally unstable. I experience a left...a left so perhaps. Leaving to circle more ideas to portray.

Sundown. Postoperative I am to enter the tomb. "Lyndsey..." Welcome to the new age of ages, all I mind forward. "A new age in your world, not in mine." She spirals her first sentence in years to me. 'mind reading, clever. What's next...hmm...mind control? " I begin to walk around the Vuman object like a lost friend..."No, let's ask a standard motivational question. What makes me different from other villains from different dimensions? Hmm...come on...know for a fact the answer is already at the tip of that cat enacting TONGUE! Excuse my ten years pit of anger. (Anxiety) The answer is, as quoted for all psychics: I have no army!" I turn and look at the wall, memories stream in unprotected as unprecedented. Tears become my tears for a short moment..."Stop that!" Knowing, Lyndsey messing with my mind...destroying the portfolio which man made by me. "Stop what? I'm not doing anything." She tells me. The heroic woman, who can no longer lie. I stand alone, until I pulled out my pride and start shooting all remaining bullets at her. "Why...won't...you...just DIE?!" Bullets bounce of off her, teleporting out of negative sight. She defeats me, without doing a thing..."NOOOOOOOOOOO! GOD DAMN IT!" Screaming as loud as I possibly can, resisting any forgiving within. "Here's me thinking you wasn't the kind to stream on religious spirituality..." Justin? How's that possible, wondering how despite the grin I witness spread like peanut butter on his ghostly face. "How...?" My questions eat me alive. "i killed you in cold blood...yesterday...!" I pile on, disturbingly. Trying to touch, feel ...explain to the rest of coldblooded body parts...encase Vuman has snapped me in a dream like world again. "Glad to see you're not afraid. If you must know...I am here to help you...guide you." He mentions as he looks on, almost changing the atmosphere a smug. "Help me what? Self destruct? Keir and his stupid brothers, Jack-Jack had that issue mishandled." Ashamed right on, as I may be. I was unsure if I would ever see land let alone tomorrow. "To help and explain, everything happened for a reason. Blaming others is cancerous even to yourself. Come with me and take my hand." He offers me his hand, now I can feel it...I can feel his warm hands...almost as if he was still alive. "where are we going?" He doesn't answer me, though no longer confused. I knew exactly where he was taken me. To see my life before anyone's eyes.