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Do I know you?
The newcomer's face kept bothering Sammy. How did he know him? It felt important. Just as or even more important than the last one.
He watched him from the balcony as he wandered through the band room and gently touched some of the instruments. He lingered around the piano longer than the others, but he didn’t touch the ivories then.
What little he did know was that this stranger had betrayed his Lord somehow. That was the only way he could describe this level of anger and hatred that didn't feel like his own. His questions and prayers for more information were unanswered, but if the Powers That Be despised this stranger, then he obviously should. And he did.
Until he had the man pinned with his hands around his throat.
He had learned from the last interloper that he needed to take the sacrifice into his own hands. His Lord obviously didn’t appreciate having to do it himself like a common beast. So this time, instead of knocking him out, Sammy lured him to the circle and struck him there.
They were about the same height, but between the element of surprise and his cursed body having more strength, the newcomer dropped his axe and toppled over easily.
The man was grabbing at Sammy's hands in a poor attempt to get them off, but the weak struggling was ineffective at best.
The searchers had frenzied after touching this stranger, however, the longer he was in contact with the stranger, the more wrong things felt.
The Lord’s rage was fading, and he felt confusion in its wake. And that was his and his alone.
What am I doing?
In his mess of feelings, he didn’t realize that he had loosened his hold on the stranger’s neck, and the stranger took advantage of the situation by yanking Sammy’s hands away and pushing himself out from under the ink covered prophet.
The stranger nearly tripped over the axe as he tried to grab it, but even though he would have been an easy target for Sammy normally, Sammy didn’t move other than to look up at the man as he fled.
He had heard the voices in the Well calling out for the “Sparks” this man gave off; proclaiming that this would fix them. Which is why the inky creatures sought him with such ferocity.
For him, it was more like a fog clearing; coherent thoughts like sunlight finally piercing through the veil.
Why am I here?
But it wasn’t long before the fog was returning. He hadn’t even had the time to realize what this meant! The rage like a dark thundercloud was starting to infect his mind, but he wanted answers.
What has he done?
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What did he do to me?
His Lord was silent; only reminding him of His wrath that consumed his mind, body, and soul.
Sammy got back up to pursue his prey once again. But there was still one question that hid in the corners of his mind.
Who are you?