From: Saint Paul of Antioch (Saint84_98@yahoo.com)
Subject: [PW] The Last Battle
Date: 2000-11-01 17:40:12 PST
Waves crashed on the cliffs below Me and the bright full moon was
shining distantly in the night. I could hear the hootings of the
Noctowls in the trees nearby. My eyes saw none of it and my ears heard
none of it. I was blind deaf and mute to the world. And I was alone.
I spat on the dirt beside me, reached into my bag and pulled out a
bottle of Jack D. The stuff burned my throat as I drank it, and it
tasted like shit. I didn't care. Procyon was dead. Nova Killed him,
the vaporous bastard.
I'm still not sure, even to this day, exactly how it happened. All I
know was that it was on a windy night four months ago. It was just me
and Procyon, Suik had left us a few weeks prior and... As I said
before, I don't remember exactly what happened. All I know is that when
I woke up, there was Procyon, dead. And me with blood all over me and a
blood stained knife in my hand. I realized what had happened Instaneous
and complete ultra-planar and spiritual control. Or Possession I guess
if you want to keep it simple. He had killed Procyon using my body.
I took another drink of the JD, and spat it out over the cliff.
Terrible shit, but it made me feel better. I glanced at the sky, even
though I couldn't really see anything. I guess it really doesn't
matter, Odds are it was too dark to see anyway. I reached into my
pocket, pulled out a cigarette, and lit it carefully. I took a drag and
threw it away in disgust. You're stalling Taron. I said to myself, get
it over with already. I got up, walked over to the side of the cliff,
knelt down and prayed.
Now I lay me down to sleep,
I pray the lord my soul to Keep.
And if I die before I wake,
I pray the lord my soul to take.
I stood up, took a deep breath, held it, and stepped off the cliff.
-Saint Paul of Antioch