I,Am (5) Cry, oh tears on a perished brow. I show my respect as I walk through the gates wearing my fetish, as dreams gazing upon the prophets of old who had battled Satan's evil. But my battle is not with Satan but with the unknown evil, I AM. Pass on, pass on, your uncertain soul. Let not , the world keep you somber in this moment of humbleness. Knees to the floor, head down, tighter squeeze, tighten my hands. Maybe it will all get better. Moan, moan souls of this world, because this is the time of reckoning. No warning, no blink of an eye. I fear the future and I am fearless with faith. How contradicting? Pimp on my faithless brothers and sisters, where do you slumber, with the ignorance of the sinful people. Why must I be the one who's life has been deserving of this honor. Past me not o'gentle storm, cast not a rainbow on my head. As for I may get wet with servitude. Thinking this world and this life is without misery. Hide my doubtful dreams in a box in my mind, before they succeed to travel to the depths of my spirit enabling me to fulfill my destiny. Hide the key away from thine sight, my guardian angels, for it may be crucial to my own self survival. I will say when the time comes, when I succeed and I shall. Oh, how innocent people were to the everlasting fear that I defeated. Maybe I will ask myself then, did I fear I AM. But I would probably lie to myself anyway by saying no. Time is my enemy, fear of growing weak in faith if I take to long in confronting I AM. So much to do, I must prepare, the inevitable is close at hand. My destiny is to Stop...destroy the enemy, I, AM. CHAPTER EIGHT WHO AND WHY The next morning, Michael awoke to the same routine. Sarah was down stairs cooking breakfast and Michael made his way to the shower, starting his way down the stairs twenty minutes afterwards. He was well aware of what he was going to find in the morning newspaper, as he unrolled it. "Death is always front page news," spoke Michael. "Listen to this baby," asked Michael. "Chicago is faced with a dilemma of unholy proportions. It seems like the end of the world is close at hand. This entity I,AM is not from this earth and it is not human, Detective Zeiss of the Chicago Police Department quoted yesterday to channel two news reporter Stewart Dyer. Now, there has been rumors that Detective Zeiss is under psychiatric evaluation. But is he crazy, some other cops and citizens say no. These are the ones who were there yesterday evening at the brutal massacre of outstanding police officers. They think this is a joke," stated Michael. Michael walked over to the garbage can and disposed of the paper. Michael and Sarah sat at the kitchen table drinking coffee, not talking or even looking at each other. Michael was focusing his attention on the backyard, seen through the sliding doors that lead to the yard. Sarah stared at Michael as he stared at the backyard. Suddenly, the phone rang, Michael looked at Sarah, slowly placing his cup on the table. Sarah stood up using a hand signal telling Mike that she would get it. "Hello, this is the Zeiss residence." "Hi, Mrs. Zeiss, this is Doctor Wells from the police department," stated Wells. I would like to speak to your husband if I may. "Just a minute," replied Sarah. Sarah placed her hand over the receiver and whispered to Michael. "Baby its Ms.Wells," spoke Sarah. "Damn, I forgot I had a meeting with her yesterday at eleven," replied Michael. "Give me the phone," asked Michael. "Ms. Wells, how are you," asked Michael? "Ms. Wells I know I had an appointment with you yesterday, but something came up that pertained to the murders by I,AM," explained Michael. "Detective, detective please," spoke Ms. Wells. Interrupting Michael in the middle of his sentence. "I believe you Mr.Zeiss," explained Ms. Wells. "What," replied Michael! "I need to see you in my office at nine o'clock this morning, I have someone you should meet," answered Ms.Wells. Someone that maybe able to help you figure out who I,AM is and why is it here," explained Ms. Wells. "Nine o'clock doctor I'll be there," replied Michael. It was eight fifty-five when Detective Zeiss walked through Doctor Wells's office. "Come in Michael and have a seat," asked Dr. Wells. In the far corner with his back turned observing the pictures on the Doctor's wall was Dr. Howard Thomas Spaulding III. At first glance at him you would not figure him to be this man that so many people talked about around the world. His sports jacket was made of wool, with elbow patches a different color from his coat, wearing a vest with buttons the size of quarters, and his hair was in desperate need of a cut. His glasses looked like the telescopes used to see out into the universe. His shirt was plain white, his slacks were one pleated, and his shoes looked as if there were given to him by an old, old friend. When he introduced himself, his accent seemed to be of African and European decent. "Hello Detective, my name is Dr. Howard Thomas Spaulding the third," stated Spaulding. "You seem astounded Detective," stated the Doctor. "Astounded about what," answered Michael. "To see a black man standing here in front of you," spoke the Spaulding. "No sir, I really don't care what color you are, so as long as you can answer some questions," replied Michael. "Okay gentlemen, lets get down to business," asked Wells. "Doctor Spaulding can you start," asked Ms. Wells. "Detective, first of all what you are up against is not human or inhuman," explained Dr. Spaulding. "This I know," replied Michael. "You see my search team found the Golden Scroll some years ago. In this scroll it recounts that in heaven there was a immense battle between good and evil," explained Spaulding. "Something like the Bible discusses, but after the battle in heaven between Satan and God, there was another battle," continued Spaulding. "The ancient words states that Satan was the one that wanted to over throw God. But it was actually, this entity known to you as I,AM," continued Spaulding. "Even God, as the scroll states did not know of I,AM until after the battle with Satan. This is when Satan was calling out for I,AM to help him," explained Spaulding. "The scroll states that I,AM was very powerful, almost as powerful as God. But the form of I,AM was not like the angels," stated Spaulding. "It was just there, like a glob of light and smoke," spoke Spaulding. �����"Now, the scroll mentions that the battle went on for awhile but God destroyed I,AM breaking it into three separate pieces. Casting it out into three different parts of the world. From the scroll directions we finally found the three stones of I,AM," explained Spaulding. "However, we did not find the Lance of Transgression or the cave in which they were stored," stated Spaulding. "So how did you find the scroll," asked Michael. "I understand that the Golden Scroll was with the Lance of Transgression," argued Michael. "This Michael, I can not tell," replied Spaulding. "It is also said in the scroll that the Lance of Transgression and this untouchable water we also couldn't find is the only thing that can destroy I,AM," explained Spaulding. "So what does that have to do with me," replied Michael? "Michael have you seen your brother, Kumhuma," asked the Spaulding. "My brother," replied Michael. "I haven't seen my brother in years, it is believed that he is dead," answered Michael. "What does my brother have to do with this," stated Michael? "Well, Michael it is said by monks in Egypt that a spiritual man found the cave and carried the Golden Scroll, the Lance of Transgression, and the untouchable water out of the cave back to his temple," answered Spaulding. "This is were we lost track of his quest," explained Spaulding. "Your brother, Kumhuma is the only one that can help us defeat I,AM. Know one actually knows what the Lance of Transgression or the untouchable water looks like but your brother," stated Spaulding. "So what you are saying is, if you had the Lance of Transgression you could defeat I,AM," asked Michael? "No, it will take a holy man with the power from God to smite the entity I,AM," replied Spaulding. "Doctor, I,AM is in human form now," stated Michael. "That does not matter it is still I,AM," answered Spaulding. "This is the greatest scientific discovery of all times," stated Spaulding. "Doctor, do you want to destroy I,AM or do you want to put it back in the museum," asked Michael. "Its a little to late Michael, I,AM has been reborn and to stop it we need aid from God," answered Spaulding. "Okay gentlemen, I guess that concludes this discussion," spoke Dr. Wells. Doctor Spaulding grabbed his hat and proceeded to the door. Spaulding turned to Michael and said, "Michael there is a reason why I,AM is after you." "Your brother is the only one standing in his way of destroying the world as we know it," state Spaulding. "He's trying to bring your brother out in the open, if he is still alive," explained Spaulding. "But rest a sure Detective, he will not play with you or the world much longer," spoke Spaulding. The Doctor exited the room and Michael followed right behind him going directly to his office, shutting the door. Since Dr. Wells gave the police committee the okay on Michael, he was the new acting Captain of the Detectives. ����� Meanwhile, as night fell over the scared city, I,AM made his way to a church on Central Park and Elm. I,AM could not step foot in a Church of God. Nonetheless, he could rest on the borders of it. I,AM crossed the street in front of the church, walking up to the front side of the building . Instantaneously, I,AM transformed into a green haze, propelling himself into the brick wall. When the mist cleared I,AM appeared in the shape of an upside down cross. The next morning Michael awoke from spending the night in the office, writing notes about I,AM. He called his wife from the office to let her know he was great. "Michael are you all right," asked Sarah. "Yes, baby I'll be fine," replied Michael. "You get some rest baby, I will see you when I get home this evening," spoke Michael. "See you soon," replied Sarah. CHAPTER NINE CHAOS RESURFACES
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