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Elisha · (02-18-2014)

The doctor had no choice in the matter. He was destined to die once he craved to figure me out. Eli knew all along what would happen if the poor doctor accepted the invitation to talk to me. What happened to the doctor, I hope, is the last of this whole examination. I'm beginning to not like this place.

I do not recall all the events that has happened over the years, but should I? Is it that important to remember the events of my life, say five years ago? I don't believe it is. The world is always changing. People are always changing. The way everyone lives their lives are changing. The key to survival for them is adapting, but the key to survival for me is quite different. Adapting is a natural part of who I am and it just flows with the environment, in some strange way. It has to do with my purpose of being placed on this Earth. My purpose is what is the key to my survival, and once it has been accomplished I will be gone. What is my purpose? It's the journey I'm on right now. It hasn't been the easiest nor the clearest path I would have chosen but it has gotten through to me. The path did its purpose by helping me find mine. Many people go on through life ignoring it and try everything within their power to follow walk the path they've made, instead of the path already made for them. I yielded to the right path. Some may call it weakness, I call it strength.

Each doctor, psychiatrist, or some other specialist wanting to examine me simply gets in the way of my purpose. They are not evil within themselves, at least not that I can see. My job is not to judge the wicked and the righteous, but simply be the messenger of the message I am told. They were thorns in my side. They were rocks being thrown at me. They were weeds killing off the vegetables I had worked hard at plowing. They are simply in the way of my purpose, which calls for them to disappear from my path. It's not my fault, nor my problem. If they have a problem with it, I just let them deal with it to the Judge once they die. The Judge always fixes everything and will answer all your questions, just be prepared to answer his. Most stumble and stutter because they cannot answer his, and therefore, do not get their questions answered. It's best to just accept what awaits you. The population of darkness is growing and you can attribute that growth to me. People have vanished before their time all because they were selfish. I suppose you can say they died in their own filth and sin, as Eli puts it.

I'm not really sure what sort of mind game Eli is playing anymore. He befriends me. He lured me in and then took everything away. I was left a deserted mess. The fucking barn. My eyes were opened and I was a happy deserted mess. I was happy to be alone, until her. That connection I have with Lacey. The sweet young girl I was doing everything in my power to use to my advantage. I wanted to end Wallace Witasick. I hated him. I wanted him gone. Then.. he vanishes and I don't feel happy. I'm content. He's back. I'm content. What the hell happened with me?

Lacey. Lacey 'Witasick'. Lacey Rex.

What started out as a fun game I conjured up to get Wallace ended up changing my own soul. It pierced my heart more than anything I ever had before. I've usually left emotional attachment out the window at all cost. It was who Eric Rex was. She someone managed to break down the walls. She found the only key in existence to my darkened world.

I never wanted a child of my own. I wanted to make money and to cause some type of pain. I was greedy and I was angry. She got that key somehow and opened my heart. She became my daughter and I became her father, at least to Eric Rex. Now, things are a bit different. I have no children. I have no daughter. I do have one who still has a key to my heart and that is my mother. Though young, she is wise. Don't let her age fool you. She is a book a proverbs ready to spill over. Our relationship looks odd in everyone's eyes, but that's because they are stupid. They simply don't understand, yet try to sound like they know it all. They should just accept the fact this is something they don't understand, nor will they ever. No matter how many pieces they find and place together, it will never create the full picture that resonates. To them, I am a lost cause. It doesn't change the fact my mother and I have a strong bond that no one can break.

Lacey Rex was Eric Rex's daughter. Adopted. Loved. Cared for. Nurtured.

Lacey is Elisha's mother.

The connection is so strong that she knows what my heart wants to say and is able to speak it just by our touch. Do I speak through her, or does she just know my soul so well that when I touch... she feels and hears the words I want to say and just shares them for everyone to hear? That's a question you don't need the answer to. It's just another piece of the puzzle you'll never capture. Lacey had vanished because of a reason, or order, given by Eli. No explanation, just a simple order to leave and off she went. He then gave me something to replace her. A doll. I named her Lacey. She became my new mother and I became her adopted son. Such a strange turn of events I guess. And then at this point in time Eli allows her to return to me. Lacey, and the Lacey doll. One being my true mother, and the other my adopted one. For the first time in my existed life I am choosing my path. I don't want to fuck it up.

I will always be your imagination.

The house Elisha, Lacey doll, Lacey, and the recently deceased doctor were in is now mostly vacated. Lacey took Elisha's hand, who also held tightly to his doll, all left and went back into the woods. The doctor laid in his own blood from an attack, but based on Elisha's strange behavior it may have been Lacey who killed the doctor, and not Elisha. Time will eventually reveal truth. Lacey wants to skip, but Elisha simply wants to walk. Into the woods they go.

"Oh, son! Tonight you get your chance to be a champion again. I'm so excited. I've been reunited with my boy, and he gets a chance to be a champion... all in the same day! Thank Almighty!"

"W-What happened in t-t-the house, m-momma?"

"That mean doctor got in your way of fulfilling your purpose, so you removed him from the course, son. That's all."

"I-I-I did it?"

"Who else would have done it, boy? It wasn't Lacey doll, and the doctor didn't take his own life."

"Y-You?"

"Oh, son. I'm harmless. You know that! Aren't you hungry?"

"You did it. Y-Y-You killed him. N-not me. Mur-mur-murder."

Lacey turns and slaps Elisha across the face.

"Don't ever speak about that sin in my presence, son! Never! And stop accusing me of something you did. You've killed plenty for getting in your way. That doctor must have gotten in your head a little bit. You sound soft."

Was Lacey right? Am I trying to imagine someone else killing that doctor when I was the actual killer? I guess it is possible. Mom wouldn't hurt anyone. At least I don't think she would. No, she wouldn't. I am the dark prophet. I am the evil monster that rips the flesh off animals and removes any obstacle in my path. I watched Eli kill many due to the evil he saw. I watched the darkness behind Amos James eyes. It was me that killed the doctor. I just don't remember watching his last breath leave his body or feel the warmth of his flesh turn to cold. For some reason, I still envision Lacey killing him while I held Lacey doll. I had to comfort her. Why do I keep seeing it that way?

Laying beside the doctor's body, or what's left of it, is a notebook with several writings by Elisha in the past. This one was dated yesterday..

"Cold is such a strange feeling among our skin
It changes factors on how we feel within
So does the colors that our eyes sometimes bare
Emotionless remains part dark stare

I've seen strange events as if they never happened then
It was if I were in a perfect sphere, and I looked on sin
The red sky tells the story blood had been shed
Voices echo from the past from the bodies of the dead

The interesting fight, across will be Supernova
Nearby will be Almighty, another name as Jehovah
Spring forth into the wild and pure gold near by head
I shall end with Lacey by my side while I hear the words said,

"I love you, son."

If what I saw was true, and Lacey did in fact kill the doctor.. I wonder if she had killed those reporters long ago who came to the Promise Land searching for the monster.. I wonder if Eli was talking about Lacey all along as the monster.. I wonder when I close my eyes to sleep if she'll be the last thing I see.. I wonder if she's just waiting to finally kill the man who brought her into this world of the XWF.. of Wallace Witasick.. of Eli James.. and now of Elisha.. I wonder if she's plotting revenge on what Eric did to her. She knew Eric was using her.. she had to know. What a damn loser he was.

I wonder if my purpose was to train Lacey as a monster?

Is my purpose done? Have I accomplished my purpose? Will I live beyond Tuesday Night Madness?

Lacey. What a strange young girl...

Supernova is about to witness something special. Elisha, Lacey's boy, becoming a champion again. She'll brag about how her son did it. She'll smile from ear to ear, and flap them jaws about her son. She'll go to Eli and tell him of the great glory Elisha did. Maybe this would be the perfect ending to my story. Lacey returns. Elisha wins gold. I never wake up.

Imagine that. A perfect ending...

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