Choice and Consequence of Being Society's Monster (An autobiography-like story)

Chapter 1 – Stress and Being Normal (Choice and Consequence of “Normality”)

F.M.L. - The Amity Affliction

*Songs won't be in the paid version and are just here to introduce each section and give a general feel to it.*

You always have to be the best you can be. Get the best grades in school, do what’s right, and act your best even when other people aren’t around. These are the stresses that everyone including I must go through on a daily basis.

“What does this have to do with the contents of this book?”

It’s an intro to this chapter that deals with the main thoughts that went into the first Choice and Consequence story. Stress and normality is the main theme for the first book. For every part of the book, I will start it out like this and go into more detail about it and how it relates to my life.

“So this book is basically the Behind the Scenes section of all of your books?”

“Yes and no.”

“Well, the people who haven’t read all the Society’s Monsters books and aren’t familiar with the Choice and Consequence story are going to be lost.”

This is the third entry in the Society’s Monsters series and the eleventh Choice and Consequence. You’d expect them to be lost, but if they pick this up first then consider it a trip into the author’s mind so you have an idea as to what you’re getting into to.

“I guess that could be interesting.”

I think it is. So anyways, here we go. A trip inside my head. The first thing that comes to mind when I think of this book is stress and normality as I said before. The stress that Rose feels because of work, her financial situation, her mental state, and her family and friends is one that I among many people feel every day. I try to ignore it or do something about it, but it does get to me every now and then.

When it comes to work, as in an actual job, I really don’t mind doing it. It’s just that I sometimes don’t feel like I have the patience for it. As of writing this, I am currently working as a stock guy in a department store kind of like Kane from a spinoff story. I do what I’m told and some extra things to be nice, but sometimes I just make things look done because I’m not feeling up to it and/or because I don’t have time. I have to deal with college, writing books, managing social media and my blog, and problems with other people so by the time I’m at work, I’m spent. There are people I work with that help me deal with it so I try to spend as much time as I can with them to get the energy to keep moving. They’re not really “friends”, just people I know at work. I do know this one guy who I’m friends with and we talk about politics and religion all the time which is fun. Who knows how much more difficult (and fun) my life is going to be once I get out of college and hopefully find someone to be in a relationship with.

My financial situation as of now (10/8/17) is middle class to say the least, but it always bothers me like it does with all middle-class people. I want to make more money with my books so I can entertain and help others, but self-publishing isn’t exactly the most profitable career choice and neither is my major of AOD. At first, I majored in Computer Science and since I suck at math, I dropped that. Next was just plain Creative Writing and English Literature which doesn’t really get you a good job so I went to AOD which can you a job pretty much anywhere apparently. A job that I never really wanted. Man does college suck. I hate it. I hate it like how Richard and Rose do. I hate how you can waste your education so easily like Kane. I hate that this is my first time in college and I’m here without Alicia, Lance, and Temptation.

“You gonna talk about them?”

One topic at a time. The next is my mental state, which is fine. My ability to control my emotions is good especially compared to others so you don’t need to worry that much about me on that front.

“Sure, the man with a series that he says actually happened while no one else says that. If it did, then the first book alone is enough for people to be cautious of you.”

That’s true and I don’t blame those people that think I’m crazy. Hell, I think I’m kind of crazy.

“Kind of?”

Just take it with a grain of salt. Thinking if it’s true or false doesn’t matter much to the current reality. What really matters is the lesson of the story and not ending up like how humanity did in the stories. Back to the main points of stress with family and friends. I won’t go into this too much since the other chapters are more suitable to deal with it so I’ll just say this. There’s a reason why there are more good friend characters than good family characters in my books.

“…Is that it?”

Yep. I could talk about the stress of dealing with family and friends, but I think everyone knows what that feels like especially when they get on your nerves. The next chapter will have my thoughts on friends so wait a sec will ya?

“Ok, but what about the nightmare sequences? This just can’t be ‘Author’s Commentary the Book’.”

The nightmare sequences in this book aren’t going to be real, however, I will put some of the nightmares I’ve had before.

“But you still have to put them in this story. It’s the last Choice and Consequence and Society’s Monsters!”

If you want to put them in so bad, then why don’t you? You’re basically me.

“Yay! Now let’s begin the nightmare! This one is inspired by a nightmare you’ve had before.”

I imagine that I’m in low rent, dimly lit hotel at night. I have no idea how I got here, but it’s obvious that I should leave. The only way out is tightly locked, so I explore the eerie building to find a key. Strange clanging sounds can be heard from above along with breathing that sounds unnatural. Once I go up the next floor to look for the key, the noises grow louder and are from something on this floor. I hide in a nearby closet and leave it slightly open, so I can catch a glimpse of the monster and don’t engage it. After a minute or so passes, I see a darkened green monster with scissor-like claws and a top half that looks exactly the same as the bottom half. It looks around despite not having eyes and crawls on the wall and moves on. I exit the closet and continue to search for the key, which I eventually find in a janitor’s room. The room is bigger than most janitor rooms and there is a corpse creature in the room with its head that looks like it was bashed in. The bloodstains on the wall confirm this for me so I quickly grab the key on the wall which triggers the monster to resume banging its head on the wall. I run out of the room and hide in the exact same closet I was in before. The green monster comes back and I assume that it attacks the corpse. It screams out in anger as it kills as if it's letting out all its pent-up emotions. After it’s done, it leaves the room covered in blood and guts.

I wait a few more seconds before deciding to leave to be safe and use the key on the exit. The monster appears behind me and begins to strike, but quickly materialize my pistol and blow its head off. It then immediately attacks with its bottom half and impales my head to the door. Unfazed by the attack, I blow its other half off then leave the building.

“Cheater!” the other me says.

What? This is how it is with most of my “nightmare” dreams.

“We need tougher monsters!”

A monster with gears in its back appears in the street. It appears to be turning the gears with a crank on its side to keep itself going. The monster attacks with its long scythe arm with blinding speed despite how huge it is, which gives me little to no room to dodge.

Turn off the turbo!

“It’s your imagination so you do it!”

Oh yeah…

I slow down the monster’s attacks and blow shoot it full of holes.

There’s no point to doing this. They already know I survive this since the book is published and has an ending.

“But these people want a plot and action. They want to know how ‘Society’s Monster’ deals with threats in the present day, in his mind at least. They want to know what he’s doing so they can see if he’s crazy or not. Let another monster come out!”

Skin Suit comes out from the ground as Rose who is wielding her rusty pipe and magnum.

“You can’t use your blessings and you can only use what she has.”

Damn it.

“Ready? Fight!”

I get shot by the magnum and put down.

“Man, you suck!”

I’m out of practice and in real life, that’s what would happen!

“But this is your head and you can make things up!”

How about we stop doing this crap?!

“You want to talk more then? How about we talk about how Rose looks exactly like Alicia except for their hair color?”

Part of Alicia’s personality made it into me I guess and in this way, she’s always with me.

“But she’s not and this isn’t enough for us.”

Yeah…I wish she was here along with everyone else I knew…which is a good transition to the next chapter.

Chapter 2 – Loneliness (Another Choice, Another Consequence)

I go to a normal day of high school and I see Alicia talking to some people in the hallway and they seem to be talking about something fun. They’re walking by now.

“Hey, Alicia! What’s up?”

They pass by me and no one seems to have heard me. Did I speak loud enough? Was I mumbling or did I stutter? Ah, I’ll just ignore it, they look like they’re busy enough. After class, I find Lance in the gym hanging out with a few guys that I don’t know. Come to think of it, I don’t think I recognized anyone Alicia was with, but they’ve never given me a reason to worry about them.

I go up to Lance and say, “Hey bro, whatcha doing? Trying to hang out with more men?”

Lance doesn’t seem to have registered my question. He usually says something snappy back or at least flinches at jokes he tries to ignore, but he doesn’t right now for some reason.

“You deaf or something?” I say a little loud, “Did you clean your ears today? I mean you can forget obvious things sometimes.”

…Still nothing.

“Alright man, I can see you’re busy with your new boyfriends. I guess I’ll see you later.”

I walk away then turn around to see if I get a reaction but there is none. Whatever, he can be an asshole sometimes. Temptation will definitely talk to me though. I go to where she usually is in the lunch room after class and for some reason, she’s talking to a bunch of people that appear to be her friends. I don’t recall her having any friends besides the three of us, so this is pretty strange to me. This is a good thing for her though, so I probably shouldn’t be feeling so jealous that I don’t have her full attention all the time.

“Hey, Temptation! You’ve made some new friends I see. Care to introduce us? My name’s Albert.”

Neither Temptation nor her friends say anything to me while they keep doing their little art project. They don’t even bother to look at me.

“Well I can see that you’re enjoying yourself, so I’ll see you later.”

As a last-ditch effort to get her attention, I hug her from behind-Wait what?! She doesn’t respond in any way. Her friends don’t say anything either. Am I a ghost today or something? My family and teachers treat me the same way so there’s something going on. After school, I rest at home since everyone is going out this evening on Passyunk Avenue. I’m honestly just here to see my friends and get rid of my suspicions of them. I see Lance first who is walking down the street with his boy gang. They appear to be in the same mood as before.

“Yo Lance!”

Lance actually hears my call this time much to my relief, but something’s wrong. His facial expression suggests that he’s annoyed to see me even though he keeps his cocky smile. His friends and he then tank their way past me before I can get out of the way.

“We don’t deal with bitches,” Lance says as he keeps walking.

That sounds like something Lance would say, but he said it in a cold tone. I’m expecting him to turn around and apologize for what he said as he usually does and yet, he keeps on walking. It’s probably just his time of the month so I walk the other way and hope that I’m right. Strangers around me start to whisper and I think they’re talking bad about me, but that could just be my imagination.

Temptation is the next person I see and she’s holding a guy’s arm. Does she have a boyfriend now? If so, that’s amazing though I can’t help but feel jealous for some reason.

I say. “Hey Temptation,” as she gets closer.

Temptation makes the same face Lance did then says, “I found a real man now, not one that is weak.”

She then shoulder bumps me as she walks past, which leaves me in a state of shock. Why is everyone so mean today? I sort of expected this from Lance but not Temptation. Something’s definitely wrong so I’m hoping that Alicia will make things better. I mean she’s always nice even when she’s sad or mad, so I should stop worrying about what’ll happen. I find Alicia doing some sort of dance show with several men with face paced music playing. The event is enough to slightly lift my spirit though I still feel uneasy. After it’s finished, I approach Alicia who is talking with one of the dancers.

“That was a great show, Alicia!”

She looks at me with a soft smile then says, “I’m sorry Michael or should I say, Albert. We aren’t together anymore. I don’t love you because I found someone better.”

Her words feel like spikes going through my body. Everyone starts to gather around me and mocking me. They call me pathetic, ugly, worthless, disgusting, a mistake, less than nothing, and many other evil words are thrown at me. I don’t get this! Why is this happening?! I run away crying like a pitiful thing they think I am until I trip and fall in front of an alley where a trash can falls on top of me. I don’t even feel like moving now since I feel like trash. I’m nothing on my own and I always need the help of people around me, but now they all hate me and there’s nothing I can do about it. A sharp piece of glass comes out the trash and I pick it up to end my life, but I can’t do it.

“…Was that one of the nightmares you were talking about?” the other me asks.

Yes.

“Never talk about it again.”

I wish I never have to. I have similar nightmares like this that involve different people in different situations but they’re all the same. There are other dreams that I have with monsters that try to kill me but I’m always the one that kills them or I just am the monster. Well, this monster’s greatest fear is not being loved by someone. It’s pathetic, I know.

This is one of the themes I wanted to be prominent in the second Choice and Consequence story. It was kind of lost from the video game version of it and overshadowed by the themes of revenge, but I’ll explore that in a different chapter. I hope that showing you one of my nightmares have made it clear to you as to how loneliness feels to me.

“…What that’s it?”

Yup.

“There has to be more! Let’s bring in some of your monsters to bring it out of you.”

That isn’t necessary-

A bunch of monsters appear and begin to hug me. These monsters are overbearing and sad, but also ugly at the same time. I shoot them all with my pistol which shatters them to pieces. These pieces turn to little insects which squeeze my skin.

“Better get rid of them before they squeeze a sensitive part of your skin!”

Stop it!

I get rid of them by stopping my imagination.

“See? Now we can get more out of you. Those creatures hugged you like how you hug others. Strong and not wanting to let go because you want to feel loved.”

Shut up.

“It’s the truth. You want to squeeze every ounce of love that you can get so you can feel it for as long as possible.”

I said shut the fuck up!

“No, you just said shut up. See? We got more information out of you that we wouldn’t have if I didn’t push you.”

Whatever. Let’s just keep going.

“After you princess.”

Chapter 3 - Obsessive Love (Choice and Consequence of Romance)

It’s a normal but wonderful day because I’m with Alicia. We go out to different stores, hang out at several relaxing locations, and eat delicious food together, I’m buying of course. This is usually how we hang out together all the time and yet, the magic of it never goes away. We’re walking down the avenue now, holding hands, and everything is perfect.

I say to her, “You know, I don’t mind if we stay out all day. Being with you is like being in Heaven.”

“Haha, you’re such a suck-up!”

“That’s the way I am with you. You’re my hero Alicia…I love you.”

We smile at each other for a bit before Alicia’s expression changes from happy to concerned.

“Is something wrong, Alicia?”

Her body starts to shake and she lets go of my hand.

“Alicia?”

“I’m sorry Albert, but I have to leave you now.”

“What?”

I keep following her.

“What is it, Alicia? I can help you!”

“No, no you can’t. I’m sorry.”

She runs away but I chase after her.

“Alicia, wait! Don’t leave me! We can work things out together just don’t leave me!”

Alicia runs faster than me, but I try to keep up because I refuse to lose her again. Light shines ahead of her and blinds my vision. I hear a gunshot in the distance, which brings me back to her death.

“Alicia!” I scream at the top of my lungs in a faint attempt to will her back to me.

“What the fuck did I say before?!” the other me yells, “Don’t fucking bring up nightmares like this!”

But this is how I feel about love.

“Well…Whatever, fuck it. Your friends are going to play a large part of this book, aren’t they?”

Yeah, I mean they’re everything to me.

“So you don’t mind if I take them away for the sake of variety?”

I kinda do.

“Well, I kinda don’t give a fuck.”

Three people carry away my Lance, Temptation, and Alicia and I chase them. These people turn into perverted monsters that aren’t allowed to take my friends away from me. Skin Suit appears from the ground and assists me by shooting at the people. They run faster because of this, but I’m not going to lose them! Skin Suit lends me its power by bonding with me.

(Character + Author = Obsession monster)

I move faster now and I have two pistols that I use to shoot down the people that were carrying my friends. They get up and look at me with terror in their eyes.

“I’m sorry!” I say to them, “I had to do that. They were going to take you away from me.”

They slowly start to back away from me.

“Oh! You probably don’t recognize me in this. Hold on.”

I try to take off Skin Suit, but it seems to be stuck on me.

“Give me a sec and you’ll instantly remember me.”

They’re getting further away so I pull with everything I got and yet, it still won’t come off!

“Don’t leave me! I got this just give me more time!”

Now they’re running away from me and Skin Suit won’t let me chase them.

“Don’t go! I still need you with me!”

They’re too far away now and Skin Suit finally comes off.

“Don’t go…I’ll always need you…”

Skin Suit comes back to life as a mix of Temptation and Harley and begins to wrap itself around me again.

It says, “Don’t let me go. Always be with me. I can’t live without you.”

The other me shoots Skin Suit behind which kills it and makes it disappear.

“You’re welcome,” it says.

Thanks, I guess.

“You have to learn to let them go.”

I’m trying to but it’s impossible without other friends! We’re never going to replace them!

“I’m not saying to replace them. No one can do that, but we should make a better effort to keep friends we make.”

That’s easier said than done. You know how many people turn their back on us for no good reason.

“That doesn’t mean we shouldn’t keep trying.”

…You’re right.

“Anyways, Temptation is a part of you like Alicia is, isn’t she?”

In some ways I guess.

“You also love her more than you think.”

…

“We wouldn’t cheat on Alicia, but we aren’t in a relationship with her anymore. If she was here, would you marry Temptation?”

I…I guess I would, but the thing is, we don’t know where she is (10/11/17) nor do we know if she’ll remember us. I’ve found none of my old friends and I don’t think anyone in this world remembers what I remember besides maybe those in Heaven and hell. Whatever the case is, I just hope that they’re living happy lives without me.

“But you’re still obsessed with them.”

I know, but I’m trying to let that not destroy me.

“But you’ll always miss them until you see them again.”

That’s right…That’s right…

Side Chapter 1 – Murder and other Things you shouldn’t do in Public

Chapters like this will focus on the spinoffs in this series so I’m not going to include nightmare and daydreams here. The bug monsters in the beginning page are just concept art I had in my head while making the story. (Will be included in paid version)

“Boring!”

Oh be quiet.

I erase the other me’s mouth…for now. Anyways, this story follows the negative side of me trying to be good. The creepier parts of it were legitimately what I thought when it came to dating. Maybe I should get someone maybe five years younger than me or five to ten years older than me. I mean I didn’t stalk anyone, but I did actively search people out when I knew they were nearby, which I think everybody does when they know someone they know is close by. Suicide and self-hate will be explored in chapter eight sooooo that’s pretty much it.

The other me mumbles to me.

No, I’m not going to talk about my knowledge of porn and hentai and how creepy people like certain types, that’s not important. Besides, I posted about it on my blog already.

It mumbles again.

The bugs? Well, I named all the grasshoppers that enter my house variants of and including the name George like; Georgette, Lil George, Georgy George, and Georgy Boy. I also named the cockroaches variants of and including the name Bob like; Bobby Bob, Bobbity Bob, Bobby McBobberson, and Bobby Bobstar. When I see one of these two bugs, I usually get a little startled, but when I start calling them one of these names and start talking to them, my uneasiness goes away.

“Mmm hmmm.”

I know I’m crazy, but it works. I also feel a connection with these bugs as people feel disgusted at them because they exist. Something we both share.

“Mmm.”

Yeah, that’s pretty much everything.

“Mmmmmm.”

I can totally end the side chapter mid-sent-

Chapter 4 -  Following what other people say (Choice and Consequence of Following Orders)

The smell of steak wakes me up out of a bunk bed in a tent. I get up and walk outside to see that I’m in a small military base like one from the Last War. Temptation grabs my hand from behind and starts to lead me somewhere without saying anything.

“Hey! Where are you taking me?!”

“Just trust me. It’s not like I’m going to rape you.”

“Uhhhh…ok.”

“Yet.”

“What?!”

“Never mind what I said.”

The other me chimes in from nowhere, saying, “Why does almost every situation with Temptation involve rape jokes or acts?”

Because it’s one of her defining characteristics.

“It’s one of her defining characteristics because of you.”

She leads me to a meeting area where other soldiers appear to have just been debriefed. Alicia looks to be the leader of this group and she confirms this when Temptation leaves me with her then salutes to her - Hey! Of course, Temptation has to smack my ass before she leaves.

Alicia says to me, “Albert, I’ve just told everyone our action plan, however, Lance and you will take a much different and dangerous approach.”

“Why us in particular?” I ask.

Alicia gives me a kiss on the cheek.

“Just trust me like you always do, ok?” she says with a smile.

I can never say no to that face and I agree with her.

“Great!”

The group I’m in is given our own custom assault rifle so at least I have some choice in this fight. I pick out a silenced AK-47 with a foregrip and extended mag. Lance and I are using a military jeep as our transportation to the mission location while everyone else uses troop helicopters that are being supported by attack helicopters. At least I get to drive the jeep, but it’s weird how we’re the only ones taking ground transport. The operation starts and we move out.

Along the way, I ask Lance, “So who gets to use the mounted gun?”

“I do of course.”

“Why’s that?”

“You know me, I like to shoot shit. Just trust me with this.”

“Ok bro. Don’t shoot your eye out.”

“Don’t worry bro, I got this.”

The target location, which is an isolated military base, is in sight and we begin our assault. The enemy deploys their forces which are disfigured birds and incredibly old looking puppet soldiers with different weapons that are attached to their limbs. Our forces clash with theirs which result in various helicopters and birds crashing to the ground, some crash near us.

“What are these things and why are we attacking them?” I ask Lance as he’s firing at the enemy.

“Does it really matter when they’re attacking us?” he yells back.

“Kind of yeah.”

“Well, you’ll find out when we get where we need to be.”

At least he didn’t say ‘Just trust me’. A crowd of enemies combines together to make a giant wall with their bodies.

“What should we do Lance?”

“Drive through those bitches!”

“You sure?”

“Trust me, brother.”

Ok then. I drive through the wall, which destroys it, and it flips our jeep and throws us out of it.

“That was a great idea,” I say as I lay in pain.

“Of course it was, it was my idea,” Lance says who is obviously in the same condition, but proud because his idea worked.

We get up and grab our weapons which fell out too and continue to what looks like the command center. The building is empty as it looks to have been abandoned when the fight started. We get up to the top of building to see a giant puppet that controls the enemy forces. It swipes us off the roof and we luckily land on top of tents below. It tries to divert its forces to us but our superior weapon turns it into swiss cheese. This kills the rest of the enemy and victory is achieved.

“That was easier than I expected,” I say to Lance.

“See? I told you to trust me.”

“Sure, but why did we attack here?”

“Because that’s what we do. We’re Society’s Monsters Albert, remember?”

“Answer me this, did we kill people who didn’t deserve it?”

“Maybe.”

I point my gun at Lance.

“Don’t bullshit me, Lance.”

“Are you really going to shoot me? You know these kinds of bullets bounce off people like us. We tested them.”

Is he talking about this gun that I have or the pistol? To make sure, I materialize my pistol and throw away the AK.

“You think that’s going to be different?” he asks, “Go ahead, shoot me. It’s not the first time you’ve done it.”

Fucking asshole. I got to see for myself with this bullet if he’s telling the truth. I shoot him in the chest and he dies with acid eating his body. Lance, you fucking dickhead. The group I was once a part of opens fire on me and I take cover in the command center.

“You really got yourself in a pickle now,” says the other men who are now here.

“This isn’t the worst or last time I’ll this so shut up and help me!”

“Gotchya.”

The other me materialize two pistols, ebony and ivory while Skin Suit wraps itself around me.

(Character + Author = Solider)

“Why do you get two pistols?” I ask.

“Why do you get a power-up by wearing a character’s skin?”

“Because I’m using their abilities.”

“Ok…”

“You ready?”

“Ready.”

We rush out of the building, guns blazing which the group of fighters saw coming and forces us to retreat back indie the building.

“Did you get hit?” I ask the other me who I see is full of bullet holes.

“No.”

“All right then. Let’s go again.”

“How about we find some weapons in this place to help us?”

“Good idea.”

We find an armory of weapons, grenades, rockets, and flashbangs in a lower level of the base.

I suggest that “We could throw the flashbangs out the windows then throw grenades to finish them.”

“We have all this shit and that’s your plan?”

“Or we could just all of it at them.”

“You do your plan and I’ll do mine at the same time. Deal?”

“Deal.”

We enact our plan and because of my flashbangs, we’re able to kill mostly everyone in a few seconds with the other me picking off the few stragglers. Alicia and Temptation appear to have survived our onslaught and appear to be talking to us.

“Nope. Nope!” the other me says before blowing them up, “We’re not going to deal with that difficult decision shit.”

Well, that was an easy way to deal with that.

“We’re loyal soldiers. We’re supposed to do things like this and not let it bother us.”

Cold machines with a reason to kill.

“We have a good reason and we aren’t machines.”

I know. That’s why we’ve always been killers with a conscious.

“Yeah, but we haven’t killed anyone in this life…at least at the time of writing this.”

Nope and truth be told, I don’t want to kill unless I have to.

“That’s cause you’d rather have assholes suffer humiliation and pain without the release of death you sick fuck.”

Haha, yeah, but I think we should talk about what’s underneath it all.

We sit at the edge of the building and take in the damage we’ve done. Not only in this daydream, but to the world and to humanity.

This is about following orders or just doing what other people tell me to do. I feel like I have no control over my life in most aspects of it such as; my parents telling me to go to college to get a high paying nine-to-five job, when my friends tell me what I should do or like, or believe this because they don’t like these kinds of politics or don’t believe in God the way I do.

“But things like faith, laws, and morality restrictive to free will as they tell you what you can and can’t do?”

You are always following some rule that you can’t disobey. Even the statements “be free” or “do what you want”, are rule themselves that restrict you in their own ways. The rules I follow keep me from making the wrong decisions while letting me decide what I can do in life within them like becoming a writer, listening to others to know their points, and teaching what I believe to be good morals. All the evidence I’ve found for my faith and morals is tremendous and more than enough to justify me following them. Things like random chance, something coming from nothing, and manmade morals or as I like to call them, manmade gods don’t convince me nor do they convince the majority of the human population. God explains everything in everything that He creates. The only leap of faith that you have to take is incredibly small when you have all of the evidence. All you need to do from there is accept His free gift of love and salvation He earned for you and live a life sharing your gift.

“What about your dreams or memories as you call them? You want them to be real so you don’t look absolutely insane. So those feelings and moments we had were real.”

It’s true that I want to believe my dreams are real. I don’t have much evidence other than my testimony that I couldn’t make this stuff up even if I tried. Evidence might exist in Heaven, but I shouldn’t worry about it too much. Besides, there’s no real consequence to thinking the dreams are memories. I think they show how forgiving and merciful God can be and how he gives even the lowest of us a second chance among many second chances. You can disbelieve me if you want to, I don’t blame you. I’m not exactly the smartest person nor am I the most Holy. I know people want answers and proof to my claim and this is the best I can do and I hope that it satisfies you in some way. Anyways, onto the next chapter.

Chapter 5 – The Perfect Revenge (A Single Choice, Deadly Consequences)

It’s pretty self-explanatory what my ideal revenge would be if you read the story this chapter is based on so this chapter is incredibly short. I wouldn’t obtain my revenge the same way it’s done in the book, but I would do something that would have a similar effect.

“Care to elaborate?”

It depends on the situation, but I would leave the person I’m committing revenge on alive, but wishing they were dead.

“I’m getting some Alicia inspired thoughts here.”

She did heavily influence the way I thought so of course, I think like her. There’s really nothing much I can say that either hasn’t been said or will be said in a better context later on.

“So that’s it?”

Yup.

“You lazy motherfuck-”

Next.

Side chapter 2 – Free stories (Lost and Confused + The Side and Paranormal Stories)

This one is going to be short as well since the stories explain themselves and they don’t add anything to this book. Besides, you can get these stories for free right now and you’ll know from reading this what I would say or ask.

“So you’re going to end this early aren’t you, you lazy motherfuck-”

They all have to do with subjects that I state my thoughts on very bluntly. To give this section slightly more value I’ll say this. Free stories are one of the best ways to get your name out there as a writer since people will get things that are free more than things that cost money even if it’s just a dollar. Also, the free story Mistera was supposed to be one of the first spinoffs of the Choice and Consequence series, but since it’s so over the top with its death count, it was removed. It was also supposed to be the first story in the series that had a killer protagonist, but that honor went to the Choice and Consequence of Redemption, which I’ll be talking about soon.

“You’re making your chapters shorter and shorter.”

I’m not trying to be lazy. It’s just the way the stories are. Trust me, it’s going to get really good soon.

“I hope so for your sake.”

Chapter 6 – Protect Others (Choice and Consequence of Saving Lives)

I wake up on your average morning school day. It’s basically the same boring day over and over again, but what makes it good are my friends that I always see and the things we do together. Today, Lance and I draw small dicks in the corners of the board when the teacher isn’t in the room. The plan works for the most part as our fellow students notice it while the teachers are oblivious. Temptation is somewhat under control today with a minor butt grab and hug that lasts a bit too long here and there, but overall, she’s good. This is what her best mood looks like and is the only time I can hang out with her. Alicia is doing extra work at she like she always does with the clubs she’s in and the teachers she works with. This is how she manages to get out of class and extra time and points on assignments. I don’t get why she keeps doing this when she has so much credit on her transcript. Lance, Temptation, and I get in her way, hide the things she needs, and do other things to prank her. Alicia gets back at Lance and Temptation by getting them hurt in some way, but when it comes to me she’s gentle and playful. She thinks Lance and Temptation are bad influences on me even though she considers them my friends. She almost seems to imply that she’d rather not have them as friends and would rather have some of the other people she knows as my friends in their place. Of course, this is just a thought in my head and I don’t think Alicia would actually try to find a way to replace them.

When I really think about it, these boring days aren’t really boring and every day is actually good. It’s leagues better than my first’s and third’s school days and I really miss them. As we leave school together, four people in a car kidnap us off the street and put us into a van, which ends the dream and begins the nightmare. We try to escape, but our captors prevent us from escaping, but I do manage to make the driver lose control of the car, which makes it crash into Passyunk Avenue, flip several times, and cause car accidents.

I’m injured pretty bad with my arm and leg feeling like they’re broken, but I manage to get out of the car and see what I’ve done. The kidnappers are dead…but so are Lance, who is impaled through the chest by a large piece of metal and Temptation is crushed underneath a car. There are other crashed car, bodies, fire and blood all over the place. I find Alicia at the center with her body being broken and bloodied. Fearing for her life, I go over to see if she’s still alive.

“Alicia!”

Do I move her? Should I take the pieces of broken metal and glass out of her skin now? I don’t fucking know what to do!

She slowly opens her eyes and tries to say something, but can’t manage to. Her eyes waver so I hold her close to me as if it would help.

“Someone help us!” I yell out as I feel Alicia’s life slowly fade in my arms.

I can’t save her by myself. I’m no doctor, I’m no lifesaver, I’m nothing good. The only thing I was ever good at was killing other people to get my way. Killing is the only thing I’m good for. I can’t save anyone. I can’t save her. I can’t save-

The other me slaps me to wake me up.

“Get a fucking hold of yourself!” it says.

I begin to calm down-

It slaps me again.

“Yeah you better! Never, EVER! Bring up nightmares like that ever A-FUCKING-GAIN!”

Alright…I’m good.

It slaps me yet again.

I’m good!

“You better be! Now let’s get on with a question that people might have. How can you tell the difference between memory dreams and dream/nightmare dreams like that one we showed? They look pretty similar and have the same people and places.”

The memory dreams connect to one another when they; refer to previous memories, don’t contradict the previous memories, happen over the course one or more full days in a single sleep, I can smell, taste, and feel, I can’t break out of the memory dreams, and I sleep and have other dreams while the memory-dream is going on. These dreams have also taught me things I would have never learned on my own and have given me feelings of true happiness, rage, sadness, and commitment that I didn’t feel before then.

“Ok, I get it. Now let’s get into the motives behind this story.”

Right. To begin, can you believe that I wanted to become a doctor? It’s primarily because of my family wants me to become that to help them. It seems like a selfish motive if you ask me especially when I look back on my first life. Once I came to realize that everyone eventually passes from this life to the next, I just gave up on it. I also suck at math so there’s that too. This is a reverse of the main character, Morgan who wanted to be a written then becomes a doctor.

I think entertaining and teaching people is better than helping them medically in most cases. Doctors can’t save those who are about to kill themselves or kill others. Psychiatrists don’t help with this either since the person can reject their help or not want to go to them because they have to pay money. I think for most people the problem is the situation is the problem and not the person. It’s the stress, depression, and evil people that they interact with that get them to do horrible things. Stories and good morals can teach them life lessons while also entertaining them so they don’t feel like they’re being lectured.

“So you’re like a teacher/healer through these stories?”

I don’t know.

“Well, that’s interesting to know.”

I’m glad you think that-

“Next chapter.”

Chapter 7 – Burning Rage (Choice and Consequence of Redemption)

I go to a normal day of high school and I see Alicia talking to some people in the hallway and they seem to be talking about something fun. They’re walking by now.

“Hey, Alicia! What’s up?”

They pass by me and no one seems to have heard me. Did I speak loud enough? Was I mumbling or did I stutter? Ah, I’ll just ignore it, they look like they’re – wait a sec…I remember having this dream. I remember having tons of dreams like this where everyone hated me for no good reason.

I turn back to Alicia and scream, “Hey!”

She looks back at me with disgust and says, “What the hell do you want?”

There it is. That tone and look on her face that she would never give me.

“Who are you and what have you done with the real Alicia?” I respond.

“What are you talking about? I am the real Alicia.”

“No, you’re not! She would never act this way to me! What did you do to her?! You don’t deserve to have her face or body!”

More people I know appear with the same weird face that Alicia has. They’re all fakes! That don’t deserve to be in their bodies! I won’t allow it! Skin Suit seeps out of the ground and wraps itself around me.

(Character + Author = Anger Personified)

I pounce on ‘Alicia’ and rip her face off with my bare hands. This confirms for me that these people aren’t my friends and family. ‘Lance’ tries to fight me, but I just rip off his face next. Where’s ‘Temptation’?! There she is at the end of the hallway! I run down the hallway while throwing face smashing punches at everyone that tries to get in my way. She tries to escape but I pounce on her and rip her face off. More people keep coming at me and they have my monsters as their backup. I’ll fucking kill them all! The Skin Suit’s rage and mine combine so that we are one.

(Synchronization)

Well I guess I, the other Albert, have to take over narration now. You can call me Michael if you’d like. It seems that I’ve lost my mind and have to get myself out of this situation somehow if I can dodge all the blood and gore being tossed around. Wow, I understand all the hatred and anger I have, but come on, get a hold of yourself me! After managing to ripe about thirty of them to bits and pieces, I’ve calmed down. With this opportunity, I ripe myself out of Skin Suit. I instantly get up and start yelling and laughing in victory over the blood I’ve shed.

I can see you’re fine.

“I am!” I say, “That was so stress reliving!”

But you know we’re still in the suicide inducing reality and nothing has changed.

The stress that I had before seems to come back and I sigh before yelling, “I can’t get a fucking break, can I?!”

No. Now move on with your life.

“What’s the fucking point?! I don’t even get that many readers so it’s not like that many people care about me (10/17/17)!”

Just do it. You never know if we don’t keep going.

He heavily sighs then says, “Fine. Give me back control of the story.”

No.

“Why?!”

Because you’re not feeling the right way.

“I’m never going to feel ‘the right way’ until I get what I need to keep going which are; a wife, dedicated friends, and a well-paying[TO1]  job (10/17/17). I’ll even be fine if my books do below average as long as they teach and entertain a few people.”

Well until then, keep writing and keep moving forward.

“Fuck you dude! I hate that ‘keep pushing forward’ attitude.”

Are you giving up on the book?

“Fuck no. It’s not like I can quit this late into the book.”

There we go! Now we’re moving. Tell us a little about this story.

“This one is obviously about me being angry and you can see the reasons why I am just with this book. You can find more reasons in the other Society’s Monsters books as well.”

You mad bro?

“I got rid of most of my rage by becoming more charitable and caring through learning more about Christianity that I’ve been taught since a child in this life.”

That’s good. Well we have to move onto the next chapter.

“Why?”

Because most of your rage is aimed at yourself and the next chapter deals with that. Maybe it will help you cool down.

“It probably won’t! What makes you think it will?!”

Calm down princess.

“Shut the hell up!”

Chapter 8 – Suicide and Self-Hatred (Choice and Consequence of Being a Dumbass)

“Yeah, I think this is self-explanatory. Next chapter!”

No, you don’t! You can’t just keep making these chapters so short.

“Well I think the chapter pretty much explains itself after what they’ve read already. You can already see why I hate myself and want to commit suicide.”

You tried that a lot, didn’t you?

“I did. If I counted all the times I’ve tried while including the attempts from my past lives, then I would be sent to a mental hospital.”

But you’ve never gone through with it all the way if you don’t count the times you had your blessings.

“Besides that, I didn’t go through with it because I was afraid that I wouldn’t instantly die. During my current life, memories of my friends, family, and God would stop me when I heard their voices.”

Why don’t you ever think your life is valuable? I’m sure God thinks it’s valuable.

“And He’s right, but I never feel like it is. If my dreams are true, then I’ve helped Satan kill humanity. If they aren’t, I’m just some crazy person without much skill or intellect.”

There’s no sin that God won’t forgive when you accept His free gift of love. You’re also helping other people through your books and the love you show people close to you.

“Yeah, He keeps me going and I want to not so seriously curse at Him for doing so. I sometimes hate that I feel like I’m worth something because of Him.”

Alright so I see how it is. Do you want control of your story back?

“Why are you giving it back now?”

It’s one of the things that keeps us going. I also think that we deserve something to be remembered for.

Great! Now things are back to normal! I guess pieces of shit like us are allowed some respect.

“Are you saying we’re actually worth something?”

Oh shit, I did. Fuck you me.

Chapter 9 – Finding Myself (Choice and Consequence of Losing Yourself)

Where am I now? And why the hell am I crossdressing in a revealing wedding dress?

(Insert picture)

I do look like a sexy girl, but this is weird. I’m here in a fancy bedroom wearing this dress for what reason exactly? There’s a knock at the door before-Temptation comes in? Her hair is shorter than normal and she’s wearing a tuxedo. Wait, hold on, I can’t fully control my body.

Temptation hugs me from behind then says, “Today’s the big day of our beautiful wedding.”

“I’m so excited my love!” I didn’t say even though I did.

 I don’t have much control of what I say too. Oh shit, is this the reason you gave me control of the story back.

“Yup,” the other me says in my head, “Good luck!”

Damn son of a bitch. What the hell have I been saying while I was thinking? I couldn’t even hear what I was saying. Woah! Now she’s picked me up bridal style – Woah and now we’re in a church! How did we teleport here?

Temptation brings me to the priest and we hold hands and look into each other’s eyes as the priest says, “Do you take Angelina to be your wife?”

“I pled the second,” I say.

“And do you Angelina-”

What the heck? Did I misspeak, or did they hear something else?

“I do,” she says with a glowing smile.

I swear she put a spell on me or something – oh great we’re married – wow did she put candy on her lips or something…no…wait…I want more.

“Shit, shake it off man!” the other me says to get me out of her trance, “Wasn’t she your first wife anyways?”

Uh, oh yeah. She was. Check out the first Society’s Monsters only $9.99!

“Wow really? You have to try to sell them something else before they finish the story?”

What can I say – Hey! Now she carries me bridal style again down the aisle through the church doors and now we’ve teleported to some kind of dance or celebration hall.

“This is so disorienting,” the other me says.

And weird with my dress and all. Sure, I look like a hot girl in this outfit, but I’m not a girl so this feels pretty embarrassing especially since I’m dancing in a sexual way without my control. The hell is going on now? They’re putting a chair in the middle of the dance floor that I sit on. Is this one of those wedding events where the groom takes off the bride’s – Holy shit it is! Damn it all Temptation why do you have to do this?! Hey! Get out of there! I can’t even speak and whatever is in control of my body is really enjoying this. Are you really going to let this happen to us me? We’re wearing a short skirt so everyone’s going to see what we got down under. Fuck! You let it happen! Don’t throw it into the crowd Temptation I need those! What are you doing no- DON’T GO BACK IN! Get your fucking hands and mouth off it!

Phew! Thankfully I pushed her away, but everyone else is having a good time. They’re all fucking sickos. Oh great, Temptation picks me up again and now we’re at the house. She brings me to the bedroom, puts me down, and lays herself on top of me. Man, this is some spicy pillow talk between Temptation and not me. I wonder –

“ – how can you love me like this?” I shockingly manage to say to her.

She answers me by saying, “I’ll always love no matter what you look like and do. Can Alicia say the same thing?”

“I don’t know.”

The area around us drastically changes and now we’re in a completely light blue and white area. We also appear to be in a see-through glass coffin. Temptation is asleep on top of me with a smile on her face. She won’t get up and I can’t break the coffin. This is a great situation to be in ain’t it? Sigh, I put my hand on Temptation’s face.

I say to her, “Temptation, you always loved me since we’ve met. I wonder if it’s because of what happened to you in the first life or I actually mean something to you. I wonder if you would still have those feelings if we meet again in this life.”

“You’re an idiot,” the other me says as the dream ends.

What?

“Why did you have to bring up that dream?”

Because the book that this chapter is based off has a girl who is actually a guy so I thought it’d be interesting to bring this dream in.

“Does it have anything to do with the book besides that one detail?”

No, not really.

“You’re an idiot.”

Probably. I actually did think of cross-dressing for Halloween or special event or laughs but haven’t yet. There were also small thoughts of being a girl but those faded away since I don’t have a mental disorder.

“Are you sure about that?”

Mostly.

“You’re weird Emilia.”

Thanks for calling me that because Emilia is the name I would’ve had if I was born a girl. I use that name sometimes in my female characters in video games.

“Why did you write a story about finding yourself?”

Because it’s a process that can take your entire life. What I mean by that is finding a way to act towards things that are constant and unchanging and that being your personality. Who you are now is mostly likely someone completely different than you were before. You will probably even deny that or deny who you really are today if you don’t self-reflect. Even characters in other stories in this series either deny who they are or forget it. Can you imagine completely losing yourself or thinking yourself as someone different than what other people see?

“So what’s the point of the story? Very, very few people will lose themselves like this.”

I know. I just wanted to bring up the situation and question, so people will ask themselves how well they know themselves or to find out who they are to make their lives better. Self-awareness to key living a good life, to be able to see the human being in the mirror and decide if that’s you or not. If not, then you’re like someone living in Skin Suit. A person living in another person’s skin.

Chapter 10 – Caring for Loved Ones (Choice and Consequence of Caring for Another)

Let’s get right to it.

“Do you hate your family? Do you want to kill them?”

Not that fast!

“But we’re getting right into the good stuff.”

I guess you’re right, but still.

“But still, this is one of the big things that people want to know so don’t hold out on us now.”

Alright, alright. I hate my family in the first life, love them in the second, and mostly love them in the present. They’re now sort of a combination between the first and second, but their second side comes out more than the first.

“That’s it?”

It’s as simple as that.

“Oook, what about the families you were the father of?”

My life with my first family with Temptation I barely remember. All I have are brief flashes of a happy family and me feeling that this was unnatural and wrong in a way. The second was a dream come true. I’d spend every day in pure unending happiness that I finally was able to live with Alicia and our kids. The only problem with it was that I was a bit overprotective with them when they got hurt in any way. I guess it was just PTSD from the war and losing everyone I knew. Whenever my kids and Alicia said they loved me for being their father and such a brave person after hearing stories about me would bring me to tears.

“You pussy.”

I know. It really gets to me when people really love me. I always think someone else should get the praise instead of me.

“Oh glory to you oh humble one.”

I don’t mean to be.

“Whatever. We both know that you obsessively love all your friends.”

I’d do almost anything for them. I feel like I can fix the entire world with their help.

“Or destroy it again.”

They wouldn’t like that especially God. Even if the entire world was shit like the first life, I’d still have to stay my hand unless God allowed me to go weapons free. God would probably consider Rapture before letting me loose upon the world with my blessing.

“Is that really all to it?”

Whatever else needs expanding is in the book that this chapter is based on.

“Let’s get into the real fun stuff now, shall we?”

Sighs Let’s do it. I’m ready.

Chapter 11 – Society’s Monsters

Those Nights - Skillet

 We’re at my favorite part now.

“Yay!” the other me screams in joy.

Yay…so how are we going to do this?

“Do it the same way you do it in this series.”

I’m not going to go crazy and talk to people who aren’t really there.

“You could do it metaphorically.”

I guess so.

“I’ll act as that person since you’re imaging them ok? Let’s start with…Shawn.”

The other me transforms into Shawn with his usual green and black clothes that I remember him wearing.

“Shawn, eh?” he says, “Why did you give me that name?”

It seemed like it fit you.

“What about the name Michael? You know that we never called you that.”

I know, but keeping everything the secret of my identity till the end was one of my top priorities with the story.

“I understand.”

…I miss you, you know. You were one of the first friends and one of the first people I cared about.

“Are you sure about that? You know I killed more innocent people then both ‘Michele’ and you combined. That was all I was good at.”

That’s all I was good at too, but we still managed to have fun, peaceful times together as normal kids.

“But there was more to it. I pushed you around remember?”

I vaguely remember you pushing me around to stop me from getting upset. You did this because you cared about me.

“I could’ve been doing that for different reasons.”

But I believe you were doing this because you cared. I hope you’re doing well wherever you are.

“Is that it? I’m part of your earliest memories so I might fade away faster than you think.”

No, you won’t! I’ll always remember you!

“Whatever you say. Good luck.”

‘Shawn’ switches to being ‘Michele’.

“Hi, Albert.”

Michele…

I want to get up to hug her, but I obviously can’t.

“You still have feelings for me, don’t you?”

Somewhere in my heart, I do.

“You know I was a whore. Most of the ‘love’ I felt was from people who only loved my body. How do you know what friendship we had would result in real love if it happened?”

Because of those quiet moments we spent together. There was no real physical contact, so we were just enjoying each other’s company. There was also me being forced to marry Temptation and how you stopped being as nice to me as you used to be. You obviously cared.

“Why didn’t you try to get out of that unholy marriage?”

I wasn’t going to argue with the devil at that time. You know what happens when you disobey him.

“I’d rather not remember it. Tell me this, if you saw me again if we’re still single and we got to know each other, would you date me?”

Assuming that you’re relatively the same person, yes.

“We’d be two washed up killers in love.”

Right, haha, two washed up killers in love.

She smiles and gets replaced with a Skin Suit of me.

What are you doing?

“I saved the best for last,” I say, “Yourself!”

That isn’t me.

“Oh? I thought it is. I’m a cold-blooded killer with family issues who just wanted to be loved by people.”

You’re right in a sense. That was me, but the thing is, it isn’t anymore. I’m not a sadistic killer anymore. I’m a different and better person now.

“Well, you’ve obviously gone over this arc of your life before.”

And it was easy as realizing who I am now. I’m always trying to be a better person every single day because of God and my friends and family. This is the way things are now, period. I apologize in advance if you thought my crazy mind would have more to say, but I’m over my first life.

Chapter 12 – Society’s Monsters Reborn

Temptation is the first person to appear and she squeezes me with her hug.

I’m glad to see you too Temptation. Can you let go? You’re crushing me!

“Ok!” she says as she lets go then sits on my lap, “You’re always so tense around me. Why’s that?”

Because you’re always so touchy.

“That’s because I love you so much!”

Yeah. I got it the first hundred times you said that.

“That’s because I’m telling the truth!”

I can tell.

“So why do you still resist me?”

Because you’re not real right now.

“But if I was and we were both single, would you marry me?”

I…I guess I would.

“Yes! Now, will you answer another question?”

Of course.

“Why are you always focused on this part of my personality? I did more than constantly touch and kiss you.”

Because that’s what you did most of the time. You slept over my house at least once, twice, or even three times a week. Sure, I remember the support and friendship you’ve given me, but your touchiness is what I remember the most.

“What if I’m not as touchy as before when we meet?”

It might actually be an improvement.

“Even if we become lovers?”

…I-

“Oh! You had to think about it for a bit! You wouldn’t like it then! Hahaha!”

I don’t have anything to say.

“Well, I hope to see you soon.”

…yeah, I hope to see you too.

Temptation, who is still on my lap, changes to Alicia and she gently hugs me, and I hug her as well.

Alicia…

“Albert…or should I say, Michael?”

You can say whatever you want.

“I’ll call you Albert then.”

Why? That name is associated with someone who helped the devil kill humanity.

“It’s also associated with someone I fell in love with, helped humanity continue on, and convinced God to give humanity another easier chance.”

He probably would’ve done it if I didn’t tell Him to.

“You don’t know that. I’m sure God loved that you came to the same conclusion He did.”

I guess so.

“You have to learn to let us go Albert. You know that I wouldn’t want to hold onto us this way if it kept hurting you.”

I know, but…

“I know it’s difficult, but I believe in you. You’re stronger than you know.”

But I don’t think I can be as strong as you. You are my hero after all.

“Look how far you’ve come after your first life. I could never do that.”

I’m sure I could ever lose you again.

“Why don’t you just get another dedicated wife then? You’ve already accepted the proposals to two girls in your head already.

That was just in my imagination!

“But you’re definitely trying to move on and I’m proud of you for that. I’m sure our kids would be proud to see their inspirational dad moving on. Don’t cry now, Albert. You’ll always have the memories we shared together. We’ll see each other in Heaven. All you have to do is be happy until then. Can you do that for me?”

I’ll do anything you want, but I’m still having trouble letting you go.

“Here, I’ll help.”

Alicia disappears and is replaced with Lance, who is still on my lap. I push him off.

“What? Don’t want me here?”

No, it’s not that. I just don’t want you sitting on my lap.

“So what are we going to talk about? We pretty much already solved our issues the last time we met bro. There’s no point in me being here.”

No, wait! This may be short, but that doesn’t mean I don’t love you as much as the others! You’ll always be one my best friends and most importantly my brother who I will always forgive and miss.

“Always?”

You know it’s always.

He hugs me and I hug back.

“I’ll see you later Al-bro.”

Al-bro, you can call me that if you’d like.

“How about I just call you a bitch?”

We both laugh before he fades away and a Skin Suit of myself appears yet again.

“This is who you were in the past and when you were at your strongest because of your friends and family.”

And now, even though I don’t feel as strong, I’m better now than I was before.

“How so?”

I’m proving that I can keep going without constant help from any person. Like they say, a person who has the world and God doesn’t have more than the person who only has God.

“I think you paraphrased that a bit but you got it.”

And I will continue on no matter how tough things get. I won’t even care that much if these dreams turn out to be just my mind playing tricks on me because they don’t determine my worth. It might take time to find my happiness in this world. A happiness that I might never find, but at least I’ve made my peace.

Epilogue – Choice and Consequence of Being Society’s Monster

The devil appears to me in between a daydream and dream.

“That’s not all you are, is it?” he says, “You are angry at the world for its incompetence, its unwillingness to share its love with you, and its unchanging ways. The world isn’t so different from your first life and deserves the same treatment!”

A part of me comes out that I hate when I think of this! I hate parts of the world. I hate the idiots that inhabit it. I hate it when I see other people obtain love so easily when I can’t, but most importantly I hate myself. It all just gets me so worked up that I want to destroy it all!

(Child of Satan)

But that’s not who I was in my second life. I saw beauty, felt love, knew what it meant to give my life for the love, and sacrifice it all for the sake of everyone.

(Child of God)

“You’re just a mix up of two completely different personalities with an additional one that’s not living and doesn’t matter.”

(Mix up of the author)

“You’re a mix up of many different people. You must be mental to think in the places of so many different people and characters.”

(Amalgamation of the Author)

That’s not who I am!

“But that’s who you are!”

One of my legs falls off. My body wants to feel it, but it’s just in my head.

“Accept my help and all of your pains will go away.”

I’m good.

Another leg falls off and the pain wants to actually be felt, but it’s all in my head.

“Accept it!”

No thanks.

One of my arms fall off and it’s all the same as my legs.

“Accept!”

I’ll pass.

The last of my limbs fall off. Now I’m just a nugget of a person.

“You’re not daydreaming! Accept the pain!”

Ehhhhh no.

Both of my eyes fall out and my jaw falls off.

“Accept!”

Lllllllllllllllllll.

“What?”

My jaw attaches itself so I can say, No thanks. Are you done yet?

The devil explodes in a burst of light which turns into a door. I manage to crawl to it and my limbs are restored.

Beyond the door, I find either God or my mind imagining God and He says, “You’ve done well Albert. I’m so proud of you.”

I kneel before Him and say, “Am I really worthy to receive Your praise? I’ve done so much wrong in my life and I believe in these dreams that no one else believes in.”

“No sin is too great to be forgiven.”

He wipes away the bloody tears on my face.

“Now go out and be that great person I know all of my children to be,” He says before He disappears in a light brighter than the sun.

“Yes Lord.”

THE END

Deteriorate - Demon Hunter

Interested in the previous entries in this trilogy? Maybe these songs that I think best represent them could convince you to check them out.

Society's Monsters

Overtake You - Red

Society's Monsters Reborn

Rebirthing - Skillet

For this story

The Commanded - Memphis May Fire