The Rage (Cont.)

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As I enter the library standing there in the door way my eyes search the large room building, looking for ,The ones that pursue me, My Demonic Followers, i walk through the aisles of books slowly. My mind wonders back to an event early in my life, when they visited me.

I had just moved to Texas to live with my new Foster Parents. I was playing one day, outside, It was sunny and hot that day. I had just turned 7 years old of that year in April. It was now August. I was comfortable in my new home, seeing counselors, attending school, but I was the strange kid, the odd one who stayed to himself. 

As I played that day, I remember a certain feeling, a sensation of being watched. Even as a young boy Its as though I accepted Their place in my life. I submitted to them being…

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The Rage (Cont.)

As I enter the library standing there in the door way my eyes search the large room building, looking for ,The ones that pursue me, My Demonic Followers, i walk through the aisles of books slowly. My mind wonders back to an event early in my life, when they visited me.

I had just moved to Texas to live with my new Foster Parents. I was playing one day, outside, It was sunny and hot that day. I had just turned 7 years old of that year in April. It was now August. I was comfortable in my new home, seeing counselors, attending school, but I was the strange kid, the odd one who stayed to himself. 

As I played that day, I remember a certain feeling, a sensation of being watched. Even as a young boy Its as though I accepted Their place in my life. I submitted to them being there. I allowed them to be apart of my life. when I was alone, They were there.Watching me. I knew in the beginning they were evil, though,Their intentions were never good.

That day as I played was no different, even though their presence was known to me and expected, I knew they were there to haunt me. 

My eyes was drawn to the field….across the field I looked..scanning the horizon, I saw something, there in the tree lines, across the field, I saw the silhouette of the creature as He walked towards me….the heat caused his image to be distorted…. squinting..I looked hard, lifting my hand to cover my eyes from the sun…

He was clearer now, still far away, bigger than most men, even at a distance. I could see how disfigured and animalistic he was…

My heart pounding…I thought, I need to run away… my body paralyzed, I couldn’t move. I needed to tell someone, then thought, what do I say, I see demons!. They”d think I was crazy!. Even at my young age I knew they were real, but I also knew what my doctors would say. These creatures had taken my parents, worse than that, they took my innocence. 

The Rage (cont)

As i sat drinking my coffee, watching the dark, lifeless figure, standing there, outside the cafe, watching me.
My mind drifts…

Remembering the night my parents were killed, these creatures appeared, almost out of the shadows, as my parents were suffering, I remember at the blink of an eye, they appeared.

The fear paralyzed me.They almost gleefully danced as my parents were tortured.
           There was another being there that night, it stood over my mom, its appearance was different from the ones dancing, this one had a presence of peace. He, for lack of a better word, was bright, muscular and tall. This one was always quiet also, except for the tear that always seemed to be running down his cheek .. i use to call this  one an angel.

Now, they, seem to appear  when my victims meet their demise..

V.T HERSHEY

The Rage (cont)

Its getting late tonight, as I wonder the city looking for the man called “Nelms”, a sex offender, arrested months ago for “hurting” a child,,

Only to receive a pardon, because the victim, being 11 yrs old, was terrified to testify against the monster..

I stop in a cafe to get a cup of coffee, walking into the diner I stand at the doorway of the place,staring around at all the different people.

I reach, almost by reflex, into my pocket, finding my gun, my hand clamps the “.38”.

The people stare back, I’m a stranger to these people.They don’t realize how their lives,  one day,  might be saved by me.

I find a seat at a booth, ordering a cup of coffee, I know something will happen tonight, I catch a glimpse of  It out of the corner of  my eye

As I focus on the figure, just outside “the cafe”, It eyeballs me, I see many of them only on nights like tonight, as if they know someone will die.

I first saw  them the night my parents died, there was several in the house that night, one was a small,thin ugly creature, It moved slow,methodically, almost paranoid,  its skin leathery, old, wrinkled.

The second creature was large, tall, I couldn’t see its face, it wears an overcoat, with a hood, always covering its face, this one, seems to be in charge of the others, this one is always around.I use to call them demons, I stopped that years ago, I told my foster parents about them when I was 8 years old, they sent me to a psychiatrist, of course they didn’t believe me, realizing that, in my world, talking about these demons, would only make my foster parents believe I was crazy. I learned quickly to keep some things to myself. After that, I stopped using the word demons. Almost afraid to call them demons, they frighten me, when someone dies, they dance…

Introduction : V.

In this story “The Rage” youll be introduced to “Joseph Gray” a 26 year old, who, at the age of 6 lost both his parents to a horrific crime. Joseph is sent to live in foster care after their death,you’ll soon learn that Joseph is on a jouney to not only find his parents killers but, loses himself in fits of “rage”.
    While hunting for these 4men, that killed his parents, Joseph hunts down other “sexual predators” making them pay for their “crimes against humanity “. Josephs only desire is to find these “killers” and to “discover” if the things he sees is ” real” .

V.T Hershey is the author, hoping you’ll enjoy this story of pain, life and discovery…

Please feel free to leave comments..thank you and enjoy ..

The Rage (early years) cont., scene 2

The noise startled me awake.

I lay in bed wondering what the sound was?.

Even though i was 6years old at the time, ill never forget that day.

I was so tired, i could barely hold my eyes open. It had been another wonderful day in my world as i lay there dreaming about the day, half asleep. Mom had taken me on a field trip. I was home schooled. She had taken me to the museum.

I saw the dinosaurs, beautiful paintings, all the different people.

My mom,   i remember so vividly.

Her smile, she was perfect.

Its as though just yesterday she was here.

The anger comes as suddenly as she was taken from me.

I awoke to noise that night. The struggle, downstairs, the screams of my father

Begging the men to stop.

His cries haunt my mind.

Then the terror comes.

As i sat at the top of the stairs, i could see her. 
Momma, i cried softly..

The men, they disgust me.
Their violation of life.
Their violent unmerciful acts.

I’ve gone back to my hometown,  looking for them, ive found one.

Ill find the others.
They will pay.