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BEGIN SEQUENCE://USER/VK1498/SECT: I. Beginnings

I'm so sorry. If there was something I could've said or done to correct the mistakes and consequences that now paint my past I would've seized the opportunity but now... now it seems that my mind will no longer allow me to feel like I once had. Perhaps you will be able to find me and take me with you out there into whatever world this is but Jacob tells me its unlikely. Jacob's been a real help by the way, says he's a good friend of yours as well and he's let me use his SEME machine to detail everything that happened and send you what I remember so that I can help you get some idea of what happened to me. Remember that these are my memories and are in no way meant to make you culpable of anything, only to help you find me and help me. I hope that the details that I intend on laying into my account do not alarm or anger you in any way. The choices and thoughts I had were a result of forceful change and... him.. Nothing more.

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trying to find where I've been... Lying on my back, the sound of wind filled my ears, whispers meshing with the torrents of air. The darkness that engulfed me seemed endless and infinite and though I could feel my downward decent I felt no worry, no sense of urgency, nor any desire to move. Nothing plagued my mind other than those rapids that tugged me forever downward. I kept my eyes shut and rotated my stomach downward, letting the wind wash across my face as I felt all my thoughts fade and give way to the depths of dreams. When I awoke, the winds had died and I felt the hard earth underneath me once again. The sound of rain slowly took hold of my hearing and I attempted to reorient myself and gain some control over my body. As I attempted to roll onto my side, the pain instantly shot through me as I remembered flashes of what had happened prior to my now waning coma. Rushing winds, whispers, falling, but what had happened before then? I lied on my stomach for some time attempting to recount my memories, the attempts of which causing sharp, fierce pains throughout my temples. I buried my face in the cold of the cobblestone, trying to build up strength and wait for the dense fog in my head to clear. Hours went by before I finally was able to get to my feet. That's all I can remember for now -<queuing mental synergy>

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That thundering black and gray sky was the first thing I saw when I opened my eyes to the storm, the ebony streaks of lightening tearing and dancing amongst the clouds overhead like a beast of infinite size and splendor. The storm masking the black sphere as best it could but the collective black and gray of hellish clouds only did so much. The rain felt harsher than usual and the ground on which I had lied was so saturated it was surprising that I was able to get on my feet without slipping. Once I had gathered equilibrium, I instantly felt the grip of windchill on my frame from my waterlogged clothes which began to raise a few questions: how long had I been here? How had I gotten here? Where exactly was here? My mind was whirling and trying to remember sent those waves of searing disorienting pain through my temples once more. The dizziness forced me to the edge of the cobblestone bridge I was on where I retched into the water stream below. Weighing my options and letting my mind clear, I came to the conclusion to either move and find shelter or let myself die here. Choosing the former, I looked around and tried to gauge where I stood. The empty slate gray grass fields behind me and the looming foliage infront of me gave me enough context to roughly pinpoint that I was just outside the Northern part of Irving so I began to hobble back into town. As I made my way toward Irving, I caught sight of large pillars of smoke climbing into the sky above, too weak to fathom negatives, I thought perhaps the Irving-Richmond's annual Summer Fest had begun and a little hope began to stir in my blood. Perhaps I could find some warmth and a phone to call Dad and have him come get me. I smiled to myself as I thought of what he would say, "Vask! You need to be more careful! You worried me sick do you know that!?" or something of that sort, him being as emotional as he was. I thought of Mother and Michael and Mary, laughing to myself despite the pain of the wounds that plagued my movement. As I drew closer into town the smoke stack gave way to a house crawling with flames. My eyes widened with panic but still I was weak and accepted that there was nothing I could do for the building infront of me. However, I was able to escape some of the cold by standing close to it. As I stood there, warming my near hypothermic body, questions began to creep into my mind that sent shivers down my spine: where was the fire department? And where were the people who lived here? Why is this place so quiet?" I turned to look around and to warm my back but could find no one, instead my eyes were filled with the sight of several more houses burning, the sight of which caused a sickening feeling in the pit of my stomach, but, too weak to scream I stood there, attempting to analyze everything around me. The sight of the destruction; my home, my city... quickly overwhelmed me, causing me to drop to the ground in shock. I shut everything out as much as my mind would allow me. To walk the streets and feel the glass and stone under me was so violently surreal that my mind was quicker to assume it had failed in its sanity and had began to try to naturally sedate me once more. My legs fell numb, my arms drooped and my eyes forced open, my instincts took control and began to guide me through the shrapnel and rubble. As I passed the Richmond Tower the bell struck the hour. Its sound was different though I couldn't tell exactly how but the call it now gave was sick; sepulchral as if it was built to chime the dead. The sound now sent a chill through my spine, it had become frightening. The rain continued to fall and the wind howled in chime with that tome of dread and despair. I looked at the clock upon the Tower in an attempt to find some sort of normalcy in the midst of this chaos and as I observed I traced the fissures in the stone to the ground where the hands now lied, the face of the clock blank, a would-be poetic symbol of purgatory. I felt more lost now than ever as my mind began to process the extent of everything that had happened. Tears welled in my eyes and stung my face as they fell, their heat burning my skin and steaming against my frozen cheeks. As I felt it though a wave of adrenaline began to rush through my veins and I ran, no sprinted back in the direction of my home, my feet sloshing on the stone underneath. As I ran I passed the elementary school; Mary's. I fell to my knees a moment and stared, wondering what had happened to her. That's when I looked up to the gray and black sky looming overhead and I saw it clearly for the first time, the clouds opened up just enough and I stared into it. When I did it- it looked at me! It had to, I felt it, I heard it call I FELT-- -##[CODE334]

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I made my way to the house. The door and the walls were no longer there for me to come to. The frame was all that was left, the walls I had felt so safe in only a short time ago now in ruin as the pillars and studs that once held my family and I now jutted in twisting grotesque angles out from the broken cement of the foundation. I heard them whispering for me to leave; the resonating memories burrowing into my mind and spreading across my subconscious. The screams of terror, cries of pain.. Mary's voice. I couldn't accept it. What had befallen my family? What happened and why had it? Am I still alive? I screamed in denial, tears running down my face as I fell to the ground against the frame where the front door had been and sobbed. I began to feel the despair set in.

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The aroma of freshly watered grass rose from the lawn of 901 S. Surveyor Dr. and into the home preceding it. On that lawn were several ornate expensive looking stones carved and laid out to simulate a natural walkway to the tall oak door that guarded the entryway of the home of the Kovahls. Inside the home, were several photos of the Kovahl family: Jason the father, Megan the mother, Michael the middle son, Mary the youngest and only daughter and Vaskorian the eldest son. On this morning, as the sun poured its light onto the streets of Irving, and through the windows of 901, the eldest son of the Kovahl family slept peacefully amongst papers, cables and bits and pieces of the occasional electrical equipment; most of which lay either on the floor next to or on top of his bed. The whirring of the machines kept him fast asleep most nights and the familiar crinkling of the pages bringing solidarity to the belief his ideas would flourish. His dreams were filled with spectacular landscapes of far away worlds where strange foliage and eldritch creatures roamed and flourished. The particular one he currently dreamed in was one of the ones he thought to be the most amazing. The sky was gray with black clouds and the sun a bright dazzling ebony ball that burned black yet still gave off warmth. This world closely resembled his own but it was different, different in a way that kept him fascinated every time he dreamed of it but there was beauty in this monotone world; a beauty only he believed he would understand. As he looked over the city in his dream he noticed something peculiar: it was a copy of Irving and he could swear he was even able to see his own home. The home he observed however, was blurred out, as if his mind wasn't able to conjure it in his mind. This confused him. Surely, this being his home for so many years he would be able to dream of a replica at least. He attempted to look closer and observe this duplicate home in this strange world when the sound of his younger sister's voice filled his ear in a terrifying call of despair "Vaskorian!" Sun crept into the young man's opening eyes as the fear that gripped him quickly subsided. "Vaskorian! Wake up or your brother and sister are going to be late!" His mother called from below, the smell of grass and breakfast filled his nostrils and he rose from his bed, the familiar crinkling and whirring filling his ears, calming him as he quickly forgot his dream. "Im up mom! I'll be right down!" Vaskorian shook his head as the remaining echoes of that world faded from his mind and, grabbing his keys and wallet he made his way downstairs. "Morning Vaz" his father said with a rotating gesture of his fork. "Getting up a little late aren'tchya?" Vaskorian smiled and rolled his eyes as his father greeted him, "Not late Dad, just not early either." The young man took his seat at the table between his younger brother and sister. "Are you okay big brother?" Mary asked, looking over her elder sibling curiously. "I'm alright Mary, why?" "You look like you sawed a ghost!" "No Mary, I-" "Ghosts don't exist, stupid" Michael spat. Jason furrowed his brow and stared at his son over the half-frame spectacles he wore each day, "Michael, that'll be about enough" "Seriously dad? I was just-" "Enough! Get your things and get in the van." "But dad, I" "Now!" "Fine" Michael stood up from the table and grabbed his coat and bag and slammed the front door. Megan, hearing the slam came into the room. "Is everything alright?" Jason smiled "Oh everything is fine dearest, I just found out our son will have no future in the paranormal" "What do you mean?" Megan asked. Mary giggled and looked at her older brother knowingly. Vaskorian, grinning as well winked to his younger sister and turned to his father, "You want me to take him today?" he asked. His father sighed, shaking his head, "No, I'll do it, I need to have a talk with him anyway, you go ahead and take Mary, its probably best we separate them at least for the morning." Megan walked over to the dining room table and sat down next to her husband, "Vaz go ahead and take Mary now, she's going to be late if you don't hurry." Vaskorian nodded and stood, "Come on Mary, let's go" "Okay big brother" Mary stood and grabbed her coat and school bag and rushed to the door, "Are you gonna pick me up too?" Vaskorian hesitated and looked at his mother and father, his father nodded and he turned back to his sister, "Of course Mary. I'll pick you up at 3:30, alright?" "Yay!" Making their way outside, Vaskorian walked Mary to the backseat of his little sedan and buckled her in. Standing, he looked into his father's van to make eye contact with his younger brother. As he did however that black sun from his dream suddenly flashed through his mind and a searing pain followed into his temples and brought him down to his knees, the sharp assault sped through his spine and he groaned as his mind reeled. His sister threw her door open and ran to her brother, attempting to help him up. "Brother! Are you okay!?" "I- I'm fine Mary... Let's get you to school okay?" "Are you sure? You look like you saw another ghost!" Vaskorian looked at his sister, her words had subtly frightened him. He looked back at his younger brother and noticed that he was reading, "Had he been like that the whole time? What the hell was that?" Setting his sister back in her seat and buckling her once more, Vaskorian opened the door to the driver's seat and sat down. Adjusting the mirrors and putting the transmission into reverse he backed out onto Surveyor Drive. Jason Michael Kovahl was an honest man of just forty-one years of age. He was happily married for twenty-two years now and finally had the family he always wanted ever since he was a little boy. His wife Megan was just shy of her forties and was a wonderful woman with flowing golden hair and shimmering blue eyes. Megan's relationship with Jason had its rough past but now however, things were mostly smooth, more so now because they both had children relying on them. She was as intelligent as she was attractive, a trait that sparked Jason's interest since the beginning of their liaison. Her life was a troubled one due to her troubled family but she took solace in the structure and stability that her love with Jason provided. Together they forged the Kovahl family and maintained that home for almost twenty-three years now together and through thick and thin they managed to raise three beautiful children, Mary, Michael and of course Vaskorian. Mary, being nine was the youngest. She was intelligent for her age and had the eyes of her mother and hair of her father, creating a spectacular contrast of brown to brilliant blue. Mary was a kind caring individual who always looked out for her friends and family but mostly older brother as best she could. When she was just an infant, Vaskorian tended to her exactly as he had with Michael and she never forgot who taught her to read, write and speak. Mary knew her parents and brothers loved her so she did her best to give back to them. Although she did her best to give her attention to everyone, there was no doubt she preferred to spend time with her brothers, especially when she got the offer for Vaskorian to take her to school. Michael, was the unfortunate middle child who was only a few days away from celebrating his thirteenth birthday. He was already beginning to show signs of change as his mind began to fill with spite and irritation at his family. Fueling his frustration was the fact that because he was a middle child he didn't receive the same amount of attention that Vaskorian or Mary had. He was in a position in the family where he felt neglected more than anything despite the efforts of his mother and father to keep him happy. More than the others though, he grew to despise Vaskorian the most because he felt that his mother and father valued their eldest more than either him or his sister. He never understood what was so important about his older brother that led him to being the favorite of his parents and neither did Vaskorian. When Jason and Megan were off doing work, Vaskorian helped out the best he could to take care of both his younger siblings, but this still did not sate Michael's spite. Vaskorian sighed as he dwelled on what had happened in that dining room; his brother's outbursts seemed to get more and more aggressive with each passing day. But he shook his head and decided to keep himself from his thoughts. He turned toward Mary and smiled, "Are you going to have a good day today, Mary?" "Yep! We're supposed to watch a movie today!" Vaskorian took a right onto Croweye Road and leveled out the wheel, making his way to Irving Elementary School. "A movie? What kind of movie?" "It's supposed to be a learning movie but Ms. Sandy told us that's okay because its gonna be a cartoon!" Vaskorian smiled, it relaxed him to hear Mary's enthusiasm. She turned to her brother, "What about you brother? What are you gonna do today?" "I might go see Vincent, him and I were supposed to hang out together yesterday but we never got to" Mary tilted her head, "Why not?" "Not really sure, I guess he was just too busy yesterday" Mary clutched her bag in her arms and made mmning noises, Vaskorian watched his sister curiously and chuckled, "Mary, what're you doing?" "I'm you and this is Vincent" she teased, gesturing to her bag. "Okay Mary, that's enough" Vaskorian said somewhat stern as he pulled up to the school, "We're here now, you have a good day okay?" Mary grabbed her lunch and school bag and opened the door before frowning, "I was only joking brother, I didn't mean to upset you." "It's fine Mary, I'm not upset, now go have a good day at school okay? I'll pick you up at 3:30 and I'll take you to get an ice-cream!" Mary's eyes lit up as she heard the words, "Really Vask? Really?" "Of course Mary, just don't be late to class, okay?" Mary nodded rapidly and slammed the door, running toward the crowd of children entering the school. Vaskorian laughed and pulled away from the curb, making his way past and toward 185 N. Redwood lane; the home of Vincent Dinkari. As he sat in the silence of his car, visions and vague memories of the dream he had earlier begin to creep their way back into his mind. He attempted to answer some of the questions like: why couldn't he see his home and why had that world been nothing but gray and black. As he let his mind ponder he zoned out of the world around him. As he did, he attempted to take the opportunity to simulate his dream and as such, the world through his eyes began to desaturate and the glow of the sky changed from its typical yellow to a pale blue gray. Vaskorian looked around in wonder as he had never experienced anything this surreal before in his life. His eyes snapped back forward as he tried to stay on the road. He gripped the wheel at ten and two, wondering if he was awake or asleep. Once his mind began to accept what was happening he noticed another peculiar oddity; it was extremely quiet, not even his engine was making its usual mechanical whir. He came closer to the turn to Vincent's street when a flash of that black sun surged through his mind, sending searing pain through his body, disorienting him and causing him to jerk the wheel, slamming the car into the trunk of a tree that grew aside the road. As the body of the car buckled and split, the airbags deployed and the world went dark. In the last fleeting glimpses, Vaskorian thought to himself: who was that man standing next to the car with the funny looking eyes. The sound of papers rustling and machines whirring always helped him sleep. Ever since he was a little boy, the sounds of his father's home office had been the best place for him to rest and that feeling stayed with him even in his later years. Vaskorian heard these sounds and attempted to roll to his side when a firm hand pressed his shoulder back, "You do that and you'll start crying again" Vaskorian attempted to open his eyes and look around, it quickly became clear he wasn't in his room but in a recovery room of what looked to be a high end hospital. He furrowed his brow as his eyes attempted to focus on the shadowy figure next to him, "Who are you?" "Oh, am I a stranger now to you?" The mysterious man let out a soft chuckle that immediately jogged Vaskorian's memory. "Vincent?" "Right on, man. Now, tell me what happened to you. Paramedics said you fell asleep at the wheel or somethin'" Vaskorian thought back to the moment when he had crashed but the only thing his mind could muster was black and coupled with a searing head pain. He groaned and shook his head, "I.. I don't remember" Vincent frowned, shrugged and stepped backward to take a seat on the chair bedside. "Oh well, you should probably rest anyway. According to the medics you're lucky to be alive, but I told 'em you could've probably been through worse and been fine.. They didn't find me very funny" Vaskorian smiled, leave it to Vince to spark humor in him after a potentially fatal car crash. "You sure you don't remember anything though?" Vaskorian shook his head, "I wish I did, maybe it'd give me some clarity as to what happened, the only thing I do remember though is this.. man.. I think.. I don't really know, he had these weird eyes though" "Whaddya mean Vaz?" "Like, weird kinda, as if he had four eyes or something, eight?" "You mean he had glasses?" Vince said with a chuckle "No no, this was different.. I don't really know how to explain it" "Well look man, lay down and try to rela-" The door burst open to Vaskorian's room and was immediately followed by the clamor and outrage that usually accompanied an emotionally distraught Jason Kovahl. Jason spotted the man in the corner as his wife and children followed in, "Oh! Vincent! Thank god you're here!" Vincent stood and extended an arm, "Mr. Kovahl, It's a pleasu-" Jason pushed past Vincent and fell to his son's side, "How are you son? Are you okay? We came as soon as the hospital called. You're not fatally wounded are you?" "Uhh.. I.." "Talk to me son! Tell me you're okay!" "Dad, I.." "I knew it, my son's turned himself into a vegetable! Oh god I can't take this! I-" " Dad! I'm fine!" Vaskorian shouted, laughing afterward and immediately groaning in pain. "Jason, seriously, you shouldn't be causing the poor boy anymore stress" Megan said, chiming in after Vaskorian. Jason was about to retaliate with perhaps even double his original fervor when a small voice piped up amongst the larger bodies in the room. "Is he alright, mommy?" Mary asked, her worry obvious in her voice. "Yes dear, your brother is fine" "Here mom, let me see her" Vaskorian said, sitting up. Megan ushered her daughter from behind her toward the gatch bed where her brother lay, wrapped tightly in a multitude of bandages and as Mary approached him, the room's occupants stood quiet. Mary smiled at her brother, "Brother I'm glad you're.." "Finally starting to wake up" The room froze and Mary stood in mid-sentence, everyone's expressions solid as stone, everyone's that is, except for Vincent who was on his feet and standing next to Vaskorian's bed. "You don't know who you are yet Vaskorian Kovahl, but I do. I always have. And time will tell who you choose to be, but mark my words Mr. Kovahl, should you turn into one of them, I will not hesitate to remove you" Vincent stood there a moment, or at least Vaskorian thought he did, he could hear the words Vincent was saying but found himself unable to move his head or speak. From the corner of his eye, Vaskorian saw a shadowy figure make its way from the corner where Vince was and form itself behind the family of four, "Just one last thing, Vask" The shadow solidified and rested its hands on the shoulders of Jason and Megan, "I'm not the bad guy" and like a daydream hallucination he was gone. Vaskorian blinked and shifted, quickly welling with a range of emotion and burst out almost instantly, "What the hell was that!?" "Wh-what'd I say big brother?" Mary looked up at her brother, tears welling in her eyes. Her mother quickly ushered her out of the room as Vaskorian began stammering to explain himself. "Dad, I, there was this, I didn't mean!" Jason cut him off before he was able to get any idea out, "It's alright son, it's probably the medication, we'll take of Mary, get some sleep and try to relax" Michael stared down his older brother as Jason made his way out of the room, "You're ridiculous, you know that?" "Michael I didn't mean-" "Whatever, jerk" Michael scoffed as he turned his back and left the room. Vaskorian lay there a long time before finally letting his medication put him into a deep sleep.