I,Am (4)
CHAPTER SIX WATER OF BLOOD All around the fountain there was chaos, people were running trying to escape the malice of I,AM. When Detective Zeiss arrived on the scene I,AM was standing on top of the fountain and the witnesses told Michael that I,AM just leaped up there. There was panic everywhere, people screaming and the other officers were shaking in their boots at the sight and power of I,AM. The sky commenced to adapt into darkness and greenish clouds formed over I,AM as if it was taken from the bible, when Jesus Christ was on the cross and the Romans stood around gazing. "Get down, get down," screamed Detective Zeiss. But I,AM did not move. "Should we fire sir," asked the head of the S.W.A.T Team on the scene. "No, do not fire yet there are still children and adults here," replied Michael. "Lieutenant, Get all of these people back from around the fountain," ordered Michael. "Yes sir," the lieutenant replied. It was a stand off as the police circled the entire fountain and I,AM stood motionless on top of the fountain with the still running as usual. "Sir, the people are all moved away," stated the lieutenant. "You have one more chance to come down and give yourself up before we open fire," shouted the Detective. "On my order," shouted Michael. Suddenly, before Michael could give the order to fire. The clouds changed to red and it began to thunder so loud that all of the officers including Michael had to grasp their ears. As the thunder went away for a brief second. Lightening came down and struck I,AM, his arms went up to the sky, his eyes glowed green, and the water that flowed from the fountain was know longer ocean blue but ruby red like blood. The bottom of the fountain began to run over the edge with blood and the cops began to step back, but Michael held his ground. I,AM lowered his arms and out of his eyes came lightening striking ten officers burning them beyond recognition and in retaliation Michael and the other cops opened fire. Suddenly, I,AM plunged to the ground landing on his feet with bullets still striking him but with no effect. I,AM paused for a minute and out of his mouth came the words I,AM. As Michael looked on, the entities body became like a video screen, he could see the images of some kind of battle with winged people and lots of blood. As I,AM ran off towards Lake Michigan, he gave off a loud heart wrenching scream that knocked all who stood around down to their knees, Michael included. When Michael got up along with the other officers, they began the foot chase after I,AM, firing so many shots at I,AM you would have thought it was a war going on downtown. Traffic was moving in both directions on Lake Shore drive. I,AM reached Lake Shore drive, leaping over the North and South lanes, landing on the east side of Lake Shore looking upon Lake Michigan. Michael and the other police maneuvered through the traffic. Cars were hitting there brakes, ramming into the back of other cars, trying not to hit the police. The other officers and Michael finally reached the other side of the drive. I,AM had ran to the end of the docking platform for the boats with nowhere to go but in the water. Michael shouted, "no where to go, so turn around with your hands up." I,AM slowly turned around and in an instance his entire body glowed green blinding Michael and the other officers for a moment. When Michael and the others regained their vision, shots rang out. I,AM spoke again and said, "the game will be over soon and you will die and I will destroy what God has made". As I,AM waved off the bullets before they got to him. He spoke and said "God nor your brother can help you or this world". Michael thought to himself; my brother, he's been dead for years. "What does he have to do with this, asked Michael?" I,AM turned and jumped into the lake. Michael ran after him to the edge of the dock followed by the other officers. To their amazement, I,AM was walking on top of the water, with its back to them. Michael opened fire but it had no effect in stopping the entity. Suddenly, the entity, I,AM disappeared into the lake. The other officers were so frightened that their skin and hair turned as white as snow. Back at the fountain all of the smoke had cleared and the bodies of the fallen officers where being removed. Michael sat on the edge of the fountain still saturated with blood, thinking about what I,AM had said on the dock. The news camera wanted to interview Michael, but he waved them away. However, Michael thought about it and stopped the last news reporter before he left. "You want a statement," asked Michael. "Yes Detective," replied Stewart Dyer from Channel Two News. Michael paused for a minute, looking away from the camera. Then he turned to the reporter and said, "We had the suspect that killed one pregnant women, the Captain, innocent civilians, and many others right here. But it got away." "Detective you said it, like its not human or its a thing," replied the reporter. "Its not human, it is pure evil and the world as we know it will change forever unless we stop it," replied Michael. "Detective Zeiss is it true that you are up for a psychiatric evaluation," asked the reporter. "I'm not crazy, there were other officers here and witnesses to this dilemma. So if you think I'm crazy so be it," stated Michael. "Still there is an entity not from this world that has power's unknown and unseen to man," answered Michael. "Is there a name for this entity Detective Zeiss," asked Dyer. "Yes, its name is I,AM," replied Michael. "Know more questions, this interview is over," stated Michael. As Michael walked to his car he detected a presence of some kind around him, so he looked and to his left he saw the same image he saw at the museum. However, as he got closer to it, it vanished. CHAPTER SEVEN LAST WILL AND TESTAMENT Meanwhile, as Michael took the long drive home to his lovely wife and settled end to bed after a long and extensive talk with his wife. On the West side of Chicago in a motel that was on the corner of Madison and Argyle. Kumhuma settled in a corner on top of an Egyptian rug with his legs crossed. His arms were fixated on his chest like an x, all the lights in the room were out, and there were six candles burning golden flames. These candles surrounded him and one candle at twelve o'clock did not flicker as the other candles, it was not lit. Kumhuma was in his meditation mode summoning the spirit of the angels, preparing himself for the war. As Kumhuma finished his meditation, tears began to emanate from his face while his eyes were closed. Suddenly, the candle that was not lit, was ignited by the Grace of God and put out by the breathe of his angel that sat behind him. He arose dousing the other six candle with his finger and walked over to his memoir. The memoir was made from camels skin and bound with wool from sheeps that were herded up in the highest mountains of Africa. The paper sheets were fabricated of cloth given to him from an ancient Buddha priest. The outside of the pen in which he wrote his thoughts down looked like a piece of bark, the ink had no substance, and its color was gold like a shiny golden nugget found by gold miners. Kumhuma kneeled down on the floor and lit a larger candle that lay next to his bed that he never slept on, so the bed was literally untouched. Then Kumhuma peered at the candle for a moment and began to write: Things that happen in life are always upheld by the actions of self motivation, focusing on the evil presence around you being able to deny this evil and focus on good to guide you to your future. Be the appetite for being all powerful or the hunger of becoming a holy man in the world of unholiness. But a spiritual man ,why, I ask. In your own self-perservation or the knowing of an endless life. You rationalize the pro's and con's of yourself worth. Is it meaningless or even at first, thought asinine. Evil, the root of all that is untruthful among humans and angels. I for one, am humble to God, despite a few ill thoughts that jingle in my mind in times of not knowing or faithlessness. But for love there is only God. I am his servant amongst the wolves. So many battles I have fought but this one is the war of wars. Who will prevail? When the skies brake down at night to a grayish glow. Where will my sun be? Hidden beneath the rise and fall of the glory of God. Winds out of the east, breezy but sweet. Where will my soul lay? Shall it be that I become a non-exiting being on the planet we call earth. Will I lose this war with I AM. Only God knows. Shall I, become like a star reaching for the soul of space, trying to reckon with reality of one day falling to earth. Does the angels sing for me or is it an echo of faint goodbyes of a life so lost. Walls painted with letters of words, unknown to me, but vivid to the proprietor of the art. Hale to the rain, when will it come to wash my sins away. Do I repent, but what have I done in my life to deserve this battle.
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