Nightmares Scripted

Chapter Six: "And The Devil Is Six"

"If Man is five then the Devil is six, and if the Devil is six then God is seven."

   Satan reborn walked amongst us. No one noticed the wolf in sheep's clothing. We Applauded him for his overwhelming accomplishments. For 2 years our country prospered. Songs of hope rained down from the windows of the projects that they had a chance to rise above their tribulations. That's what he was suppose to do. It was the plan, it had been prophesized.

   I had once seen a documentary on the Discovery Channel about people's theories concerning this Politician that was going to earn our trust through good deeds. People would not know much about him but would still have faith in all he stood for. Then he would lead us to destruction. The President was going to kill us. I was going to kill the President before he could have a chance.

   I had voted for him. He had fooled even me at one time. I smiled as he made promises for a better tomorrow. I wanted things to get better. I was in the war. I had been killing people I knew nothing about and I was tired of it.I wanted it to stop. And it did. But it was stopped too early. But he made us believe we were safe. He wanted us to trust him with our lives and we did. A mistake I was not going to allow being our demise.

   I came back with less than I had ventured over there with. I came back without part of my leg. The entire part below the knee was gone. For years I could swear I felt it. It itched. I couldn't scratch what wasn't there. They call it ghost pains. The nerves take time to register your leg is no longer there. I felt it but the enemy took it away with a rusty saw. It was on the internet. Feel free to look it up. I have, a hundred times more.

   They found me in the bell tower of a masque. I was a sniper. I had killed many people who had never seen me before. And they didn't see me then. The President had seen me. He gave me lots of medals. I trusted him enough to cry when he presented me with my tiny gold trophies. He said the country owed me a great deal of gratitude. I was going to kill the President for lying to me.

   The pain in my absent limb grew worse. They gave me their drugs and they had not helped. I started shooting herione in my leg to take away the pain. The poison made me sick so I started taking Methadone. The Government said it would help. The Government was our President and the President had lied to me. The Methadone warped my mind so I stopped taking it. The pain made me think.

   I moved off the grid. I lived in the mountains of Alaska. I had a prosthetic leg that made walking around my house easier. I hunted for Caribou. I was a sniper with several high powered rifles and inferred high powered scopes with laser sightings that could stretch a mile. I didn't have to do much to hunt.

   I'd go out to my second floor balcony with a pot of hot coffee and a cup of noodles. I'd shoot what ever was within a mile of my home unless the wind was too severe to calibrate my sights. Which wasn't often, I was a sniper, and the President had ordered me to kill so they trained me. They trained me to kill the President. I had to stop him.

   I watched the documentary that spoke of the prophecy made and it changed my life. Revelations was upon us and I did not think that we were beyond salvation yet. We were simply on the cusp of finding out how to save not only our planet, but also our species. We were a virus, and we were multiplying too rapidly for our own good.

   More were going to have to die other than the President. Thousands, millions, entire countries were going to have to vanish off the face of the Earth. War was going to have to be waged once again. There was too many of us. I was going to have to come up with a plan.

   The people were blind. I was going to open their eyes. They were blind to see the Demon hidden behind the smile of the man who had claimed he'd keep us safe. I was going to prove we weren't safe. I was going to start a one man civil war. I was going to kill a nation from a mile away at a time. I had to make the people terrified again. Because through their terror they would see the truth. They'd see the truth behing the man who wore the make of our President. 

   I began to think that maybe the man I had once voted for was not the Demon we now watched on T.V... That man had been killed and replaced with this fraud. The witches covenant and Dark Princes had pulled the wool over our eyes. I was about to start blowing them off peoples faces. I made a plan. I was on a mission. I was about to start a war. 

   I had money. The Government awarded me richly for the pain and suffering I had endured over there in the "Holy Lands". I walked through the corridors of Hell's basement. And I had lost only a leg. They took me into their custody when they found me in the bell tower. They did not think I was the man who'd killed their leader. I was too far away to make the shot. At least that's what they believed.