Into the Light

Book One: Trials. Chapter: 1

You are all doomed. Not like I didn't see it coming, but I thought you humans might pull it off, but no, and it does not look as if you'll survive. The tangles of and twists of delusions from your self-anointed divinity have bound around the precious gift of consciousness, choked into submission by fear and bias. The die is cast, broken and brittle.

Must say though, you humans are such a joy to play with but are so oblivious. Not complaining though, since such conditions make for more amusing stories than what I can inspire with a few nudges. Each epic tragedy and comedy reveals the progress you've made since the days of being more prey than predator. It makes me proud in an odd way. So in my infinite wisdom, I've decided to reciprocate and share a story you might not have known about because certain powers chose to conceal it from public view. Who knows? Maybe your damnation isn't set. Stories do change the world.

This is a story about Blake Moxley, a good kid, a kid from a stable family, a guy who just wanted to be accepted. Thing is, I decided to conduct a little experiment and he just happened to be the right person at the right time. Why did I set his elaborate fate in motion? I was bored, but if you were me, you would be too.

So before we get on with this tale of half-truth and half-imagination, let me apologize for breaking the forth-wall. I know your frail minds don't normally get a director's cut commentary to your bouts of vicarious illusion but this is my fun. If you play along, it can be yours too. I'm gracious that way.

Best I give a minor introduction now, but don't worry I will reveal myself to Blake in a capacity that his mind can comprehend later, and you will get a fuller scoop. Of course at that time his perception will be addled with hallucinations brought on an overactive temporal lobe, but some of the experiences will be real, which ones will be up to you. So, who am I? You can call me the quantum entanglement of the human collective consciousness or Will. Yes, Will is a pun, the lowest form of comedy, but there you go.

I sometimes exist in the corners of your consciousness and poke your mind with thoughts not previously fathomed. You know, the voice urging you to punch that guy on the elevator but not so much that you actually do it. This is my way of trying to help you acknowledge beastly impulses so you may go beyond them. Sadly, or not so much, some of you punch the guy in the elevator or act on the thoughts and urges that are repulsive even to me. Well, not always. Who am I kidding? I love it all. You people are some dirty, dirty apes.

Now back to the experiment within the experiment, Blake Moxley. He's going to get into trouble so let's start this chronicle off with one of my favorite episodes. Don't worry. I'm not going back to his childhood or any of that mess. Let's get to when Blake is carrying a corpse across Washington D.C. traffic. And by the way, I'll be back in a few to chime in while I reside in the recesses of your thoughts right behind your eyes. I never really leave. Fun fact: humans can actually die of fright.

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What was once shadow has slipped out into the cascading sun and three laser sights from sleek semi-automatic pistols pin to his forehead with green focused light. He can almost feel the dots dancing on his skin but he knows that's not possible.

Saving the world from the Masked Ones had not gone as Blake planned. Revealing the demon's form to the media failed and now he finds himself hauling a limp body out of the city park where the reporters gathered to cover the Senator's rally. Three security guards with their guns drawn follow him onto the busy street and shout for him to freeze but he'd rather be dead than caught by the demons' unsuspecting henchmen. Screeching tires and car horns tear though the air as Blake steps into the road.