Maybe It Was Fate?

Another blurry day passing. Amongst the other days that fall into the category of I cannot wait for this day to end. Along with all the numbing details of my life I’d wish I’d forget, the rain begins to intensify on my walk home. It has gone from the light sprinkle I seen when it first started to this downpour of misery from heaven I am now in. Only a few miles to go, lucky me. It isn’t out of the ordinary to find this friend of mine I call misery on my way home. She has become quiet the friend. Last week I was chased by a dog and lost my keys half way home. This week I would be out of my mind to hope for a glimmer of sunshine. Its seems almost lonely without her. She is after all the only excitement I find day after day. Everybody needs the fear of death to really live and I have more than my fair share on just my walks home. This night was no different. Trailing in the distance was a shape I couldn’t quite make out at first. After all, it is Just another exciting night where I am kept on edge keeping an eye out for roaming monstrous dogs. Each glance back brought this figure a bit closer which put me closer to the edge in my anticipation of another life threatening chase. Of course, to no surprise of my own I found myself waking in the middle of the sidewalk with no idea what happened. However, the pain my head was in gave me a bit of a clue. That and my missing wallet. Maybe it was in my dazed confusion that I thought I had a glimmer of hope but I should have known better. As I looked around to get a better picture of what had happened my confusion brought the delusion that I had maybe just maybe caught a glimpse of luck. A little black book with names inside. I figured at the very least I could get my wallet back and hopefully my rent money. The rest of my journey home was riddled with dizziness an the freezing rain. My cell phone was shattered in the attack, or at least I thought so. At home I bandaged my head and changed my bloody shirt. There was no need for a shower since the rain washed away everything but my misery. I thought about calling the police but the rash of unsolved robberies in the neighborhood was enough to kill that hope. The news was on and my throbbing head was enough to keep me form changing the channel. I thumbed through the little black book I found and seen names and symbols that peeked my attention. Then I thought I was hurt more than I first believed as I seen the same symbol on the news that was in the book. Another robbery victim had come forward with evidence that was left after their thumping and seemed to detail the same clues I had in my own hands. Then, the questions poured in, I don’t know why I’m my dizzy state that I thought that it would be a better idea to search out these clues than to go to the police but staring at this symbol gave me a confidence that I dint have before. Or maybe it was just desperation but either way I was intent on finding whoever left their calling card and a gash on my head to remember them by. The night was just as gloomy as the walk home. The thunder outside and throbbing pain seemed to sync. The thunder teamed with my pain where like constant knocking a my door. When I’d wake to see who it was the noise and pain where just fast enough to make me miss their appearance but just loud enough to keep me from getting enough rest. The morning came and my headache woke me once again. This time without the thunder. The day had cleared which looking back on my life was never a good sign. A clear day was like a omen, a path for my old friend to come a pay me a visit and bring to me what I knew most these last few months. Out the door and on my way to get my rent money back I took a look at this little black book. Now that my head was getting back to the normal amount of confusion that my life was riddled with as I stumbled through the pages there was an foreign language and in the middle of the book I caught wind of something I hadn’t seen before a receipt from the old Chinese restaurant down the street from my work. I figured I could at least get the security cameras footage and it could lead me further along on this path of trouble. At least I have the company of misery to keep me from going too far.

If I hadn’t been so busy looking for some sort of clue I probably would have caught a glimpse of his face. When I reached the restaurant the Destiny Den I was halfway hoping I would find nothing then I could go home and sulk in my misery like every other day. That way I would have at least some resemblance of an ordinary day. This misery on steroids deal was definitely not what I signed up for this week. As I walked through the doors there he was again as the same blur that I seen him as the first time I seen him . This time he was on his way out the back and I could only see his silhouette running away from me. He saw me through the window as I walked in. My soul in anguish pleading for what seemed like an eternity with my brain to not give chase but as everything slowed down as if my life was about to flash before my eyes my feet began to give chase anyway. I was committed now and headed to the back door determined to find out why this guy knew my face well enough to head out in such a hurry. I was never an athlete but that day I could have gave the fastest Olympian a run for his money. I crashed through chairs and flung tables like Jesus running into the temple with righteous rage right through the back door into another blackout. This time when I woke I couldn’t see anything. But my head hurt even worse and on all sides now. I could Hear them speaking in a different language but that mixed with my confusion was the mind dulling pain that kept me from grasping what they were saying. I could hear lights buzzing above me. The rain was again in a torrent of a downpour beating on the metallic roof this time mixed with thunder that rattled the whole building. I sat for what seemed like days waiting to meet my end. Wondering if I had lived a life well enough to be missed by at lest a few of the people in my life. Then the rain stopped and with it silence. The silence brought a commanding voice.This towering voice came with the image of a a one eyed giant in front of me prepping its next meal. Then like the unveiled wizard in the story of Oz I laid eyes on the mind settling picture of the frail man sitting in front of me. A table with drinks and the Manilla file with the same symbol on it that was on my little black book. What I predicted to be my death was exactly that. Except I could only die if I lived. This frail little man who was sat across the table from me with the smirk of an evil scientist who had just brought his cadaver to life gave me a shockwave of emotions that made the hair on my neck stand. He began by saying welcome. My brain wanted me to lash out. Who in their right mind welcomes someone after they beat them senseless not once but twice? But the fact that I was still tied made for a quick deterrence to that thought. He slid the file over to me and told his goons to release me. Still smiling he said, not many people have he courage to chase after such an intrusion in ones life. You are either discouraged by life and would like another or have a death wish and the solution to both of these issues is in that folder. The contents of the folder where a first for me in more ways than one. First there was a check with my name on it for an amount with so many zeroes that I had to take a minute to realize the actual a number. 10 million and a contract underneath it. The contract was simple yet life changing. It stated that through the acts that I would commit to while under the supervision of Ann elder that I would become a member of the society I am writing about now. Only I could not mention any of this to anyone I knew. The only people I could speak to about this was the media and only after I committed the acts I was assigned. Off course in my lowly state of life or maybe it was, now that I look back, my confusion I signed my life away. I was told to take the check and go the next day to the media and show them the leather bound little black boo I had found and to make sure I showed the symbol on the front. I took the check and went the next morning to speak to the media. I figured if worst came to worst with my new found wealth I could go anywhere I wanted but I did not know how wrong I was until I got the call from that same commanding voice. I was assigned a project. I was to pick a person from anywhere I chose but they have to be a regular attendee at the place I chose. I had to commit thee act that was committed against me. I chose a small park 20 minutes from my old apartment. I studied the attendees and found the perfect person. Not too big and not too small for a thumping. He was there every week from 5-6pm on Fridays like clockwork. I picked a date and even practiced on a gym dummy until i reached the day of chaos as I called it. I knew he would come looking for me as I did with my attacker when he found the little black book. But what I did not know was that he was a master detective. Not only a detective but a agent who worked for the FBI. It seems my old friend had never left she had only played a cruel trick on me. To think that I could escape the grasp of my miserable life with money was a dream that I was bound to wake from and what an awakening it was. The society I had. Joined was no friend of mine either it was a cult that had people commit crimes to join and was spreading across the city like wildfire. Maybe it was misery and her cruel fate for me or maybe it was fate and the bigger picture to take down this crime organization but either way this is my confession.