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  Well, Dolosis explained to me that I could reverse time, or I had the power to just walk over, and heal the girl. I didn’t want to bring myself any attention. So I decided I was going to try to back up time. When I did I was shocked. Everything was redone, as it was before. The mother walked up to the street and pressed the ‘Walk button’ as she did before. The little girl began to bounce her ball once again. This time when the ball bounced into the street, I yanked the girl away from the cars, by her backpack. I felt like a superhero! I have never thought, that I could be a hero! My whole past was that of a super villain. I now know what I want to do. I’m heading to Vegas baby!

  Chapter 4

  Struggles with Power

  Journal date: September 10th, 2005

  All the time I spent with Dolosis made me realize I want to do good things for this world. It’s not like I could just create superheroes…or could I?...I knew that outside of my powers, that I would need money to help people on Earth. Money was what this world go around, as they say. I mean, a lot of problems would be solved if people just had some extra cash. I didn’t want to just make money appear, that would have been too boring for me. I reflected back on my days at juvenile detention and remembered how much I liked craps. So here I am, I have a fake ID, a bunch of cash, and I’m sitting in a hotel room in Vegas. I just wanted to write a little before I went to have some fun. I have dressed myself for Vegas. I put on a Dolce & Gabbana suit, and a pair of black tinted sunglasses. I made $10,000 appear, and I’m going to go down and HAVE SOME FUN!!! Here is me wishing myself luck!

  Journal September 10th, 2005

  Whoa! I had a fun time today. Earlier today, I had walked into the Venetian Casino and walked up to an empty craps table. The box man was an older gentleman, his age shown by his wrinkles. He looked like he had seen it all. I had thrown down the whole $10,000 onto the craps table. I got all $1,000 chips. I was ready to have some fun. The stickman dumped the dice into the middle of the table. He hit the dice on the left side, then the right side. He was using the stick as if the dice were a hockey puck. The stickman is the guy, which controls the flow of the game, and calls the numbers on craps. He did a little advertising of all the props in the middle. He wanted to know if I wanted one of the long shot sucker bets; I wasn’t interested I just wanted to throw the dice. It had been so long since I’ve played craps. Finally, he pushed me the dice. I picked up two of them and launched them down to the other side of the table. At first it sucked, I rolled a craps number! I lost…the dealer grabbed my chip. I had placed another chip down on the line and threw the dice again. I couldn’t believe what happened. I threw another craps number. I could not believe I had such horrible luck. I came here to have some fun and had already lost $2,000. The money I lost didn’t really matter to me, I could always make more, but I really wanted to play the game without cheating. I placed another chip on the table. I requested a new set of dice. Not like it actually mattered, but just one of those superstitions I picked up over the years. I had thrown the two new dice down the table. I heard the stickman say, (10, hard 10, a woman’s best friend). I had found that saying humorous. I finally had a point and not a crap number. I decided to put the whole remaining $7,000 across the board. I got every single number I only rolled five numbers before the stickman yelled out, (7 out 7, sixty-one, we’re done). I was frustrated. I only hit enough numbers to barely make my money back. I couldn’t take it! I wanted to win more! I wanted to have a really long roll. Anyone who has ever played dice would have understood that. I decided to rewind time, to before the 7 was called before they had taken my money. After I backed up time, I adjusted the way the dice landed. This time when the 6 showed on one dice, I made the other dice roll from a one, to a four. The dealer yelled out (10, sixty-four, front line winner! We have a winner over here folks!) Before I knew it I was surrounded by a crowd of people, they all wanted in on the action. I went on a very long roll. I kept altering what the dice would land on. I noticed that extra suits came over, and now was watching the game, that made me a little nervous. They were losing a lot of money. I knew there was no way they could prove that I was cheating because I was using the skull of power; but figured that the roll had gone on long enough.

  I had reached for the dice and threw them to the end of the table. One of the dice bounced down the middle like normal, and showed a 6, the other dice hit the dealer’s chips and was covered by them. The box man instructed the dealer to remove the chips slowly. (It’s a one), the dealer had said. The roll was over. Everyone had clapped for me, and my long roll. One of the players said that every time the dice hits the dealer’s money, that a 7 comes; I laughed a little on the inside; what an awkward superstition to have. I left the craps table with $100,000, all in 10 chips, $10,000 a piece. I have plenty of money. I think tomorrow I’ll go back down. Just one more day, I’m having a lot of fun.

  Journal date: September 11th, 2005

  I had another really good day. I had decided to play some blackjack. My main addiction was craps, but I had overstayed my welcome there, and I wasn’t ready to leave the casino. I had approached the table and met the man already sitting there. His name was Ean. Ean was on vacation; he had one of the cocktail servers giving him a message while he played. I had placed a $10,000 chip into the Blackjack betting circle. Ean was surprised that I had bet so much. I sat down, and we played together for a long time.

  I was stuck between $100,000 and $200,000; I couldn’t seem to get on a long run. I decided I’d have some fun with this game also. I had placed $50,000 into the betting circle. Ean got a blackjack, on that hand; my cards were showing an 8 and a 5, I had 13 total. I told the dealer to hit me; I got a 2, now I had 15 total. I told the dealer to hit me again; I got another 2, showing 17 total. I told the dealer to hit me again. He was showing a 9 at the time, and I wanted to make sure I knew what I was doing. When I told him to hit me, he told me the book says to stay. I told him, I didn’t care what the book says. I tapped my finger twice on the table and waited for my card. The dealer slide out the card, it was a 4, then I got 21! The best hand I could build up too. I needed every piece too, because the dealer flipped his card, and it was an ace; giving him 20, I had only beaten him by one. I had enough fun, I decided to come back up here to my room. I’m going to take a nap, then head out.

  Journal date: September 11th, 2005

  So much for napping…I was trying to fall asleep, but I left the T.V. on. I had seen something on the news that really bothered me. The news man said, (Paisley Scoot, actress, and model, was rushed to the hospital today. She is said to have had a drug overdose). Well, apparently she had got her wish of becoming famous. GOD! I am still mad at her, but maybe I should see if she is ok…

  Journal date: September 12th, 2005

  I decided to go visit Paisley; she was in St. Richards’s hospital, room 717. I didn’t want her to see me. When I first walked in, I had seen Paisley. She was so pale and thin. She looked so horrible. The sound of the blood pressure and heart machine are still beeping in my head. I talked to the doctor, and a nurse, that were standing in front of her bed. The doctor said (We have done everything we can, It’s in GOD’s hands now). I hate seeing her like this. I’m in the waiting room right now; I will see her again tomorrow. I feel so bad, I had not tried to make contact with her, and that she is in this position. The road does run both ways. She could have visited me in the juvenile detention, she never did. So many unaddressed issues, I need to settle. I never did try to find out what happened to Brenda. I’ve never even tried to get revenge on Mark. I will try to address some of this tomorrow. For now, I need to try to figure out how I’m going to sleep in this hospital.

  Journal date: September 13th, 2005

  I had a weird dream last night when I dosed off. The sky was dark, filled with clouds. I dreamt of Paisley. She was under a sheet of ice, on a frozen lake. I could see her, and was hitting the ice as hard as I could. The ice was chipping away too slow, I thought she was going to die. I looked up into the s
ky, and yelled, (GOD SAVE HER!). The clouds in the sky then blew away. Behind them, was a giant crystal skull. I reached up towards the skull, it then shrunk to the size of a pendant. I hit the ice once, and it broke, I pulled Paisley out…I saved her life. I don’t know why I never thought of this before. If I have power, why not use it to help Paisley? I guess I have been so caught up with my problems that I didn’t think of the solution

  Journal date: September 13th, 2005

  Well…it worked…I healed Paisley. I would be happier about it, but she told me some things that really bothered me. My MOM! MY MOM! Is here! In room 703, she has been in this hospital, the WHOLE TIME! I can’t believe it! She was even here when I was 12, and I had to get the stitches from the dog attack. If only I would have known that while I was here before, so many questions would have been answered. She has been in a coma, a freaking coma! I can’t believe it! It has been over 4 years! I need to see her. I told Paisley I would spend the night with her, and then see Brenda tomorrow.

  I had that dream again, where a package was delivered at my door, at my apartment. It was wrapped in the same box as before; with blue ribbons. Every time I try to open it, I wake up.

  Journal date: September 14th, 2005

  I spoke with Paisley for quite some time yesterday. She was as excited to see me, as I was to see her. She did a lot of crying and apologizing to me. She said that she wanted to tell the cops everything, but she was only 16. She was scared for her life. Mark threatened to kill her if she spoke out against him. She said, not being able to tell the truth, ate her up inside. She began doing drugs and fell behind in school. One day her school counselor, got her to tell the whole story; she had finally got the courage to speak up out against Mark. She lived with Mark for almost a whole year, after that day. She then moved in with her aunt. Mark was sent to prison. Paisley continued to do drugs, to deal with the lies she told. She just couldn’t handle it. The only good news is, she got a lucky break in her acting career. At the young age of 20 years old, she is famous. She made me anger, about how she lied, but also happy for her. She said the only reason why she even pursued an acting career, after everything that happened; is to make me proud of her. For motivating her, she remembered it was one of the last conversations we had. I really don’t know how to take all of this in. She has always been there for me, until that day. I’m trying my hardest to put myself in her shoes. Fear of death is defiantly a motivator; however I feel that at 16 years old, she should have known, the cops would handle it. I don’t know. I need to think about all this…for now, I’m just glad she is ok.

  Journal date: September 15th, 2005

  I finally had seen my mom, Brenda. She was such a sweet lady. She was always nice to us kids. She didn’t deserve to miss out on over four years of life. I had to heal her. I had placed my hand on her head, and whispered in her ear, (Mom…it’s time to wake up). At first her eyes were not adjusted, because she asked me if I was an angel. Maybe it’s the way I was standing over her, and the light shooting behind me from the windows. After her eyes adjusted she said, (Deiham! Deiham! Is that really you!), She busted out into tears. I had to explain everything to her. I had to let her know that she had been in a coma for four years. I didn’t tell her anything about Paisley. I didn’t feel like there was a reason too; I have healed Paisley, and her addiction was gone. Before I knew it, Paisley came into the room. She had seen Brenda sitting up talking to me. Tears instant poured down her face. She ran over and gave Brenda a hug; crying in her arms. I was so happy that our family was together again. However, I felt a darkness brewing within me. I have to make Mark pay. He needs to suffer greatly. I want to bring him as much pain as he brought us three, over the years. I’m at a hotel room now. I had to tell Brenda, and Paisley, that I was going to go back to work, and request time off. Lies, all lies…I know none of can be happy until Mark has paid for what he has done. Prison is too easy of a punishment for that fucking asshole. I have unfinished business with Mark. I don’t want them to EVER, have to worry about him being released. I decided I would put the skull of power to the ultimate test…tomorrow…I’m going to prison…

  Chapter 5

  25 to knife

  Journal date: September 17th, 2005

  Mark…worthless, pathetic Mark, I’m coming for you! All I could think about was revenge. It is early morning now, and I have successfully altered reality; this is my first time, now the world does not recognize me. I changed the reality, of all who were at the prison. I left Mark with an empty cell, and arrived on a bus, as If I were new to the place. I was escorted to my cell. All the inmates were yelling, (Fish! Fish! Fresh meat!). The inmates, looked at me, angry like they wanted to hurt me. Their evil eyes made no difference to me. All I wanted to do was hurt Mark. To me, Mark…is the Sarlic of Earth. He ruined everything, driven on destruction, and selfishness. I joined Mark, in his cell. He was leaning against the wall smoking a cigarette when I arrived. He had asked me what I was in for. Ha, that was funny to me. If he really knew what I was in for, he would be terrified, begging for help. I didn’t want to make it that easy for him.

  Journal date: September 17th, 2005

  Wow! The power of the skull can do a lot, but I’m finding that I cannot manage everything! Shortly after my last journal entry, we went to the yard. Well, there was a riot in the courtyard. It all happened so fast; I didn’t even have time to think about using the skull. I was knocked down to the ground. A man jumped on me; he was about to stab me. Luckily one of the inmates pulled the man off of me. The guards shot tear gas all over the yard, and came out in riot gear, and shot rubber bullets. Man…oh man…what a crazy place. I do remember how happy Mark looked out in the yard that he survived the riot…well…I want to see if he will survive the night…

  Journal date: September 18th, 2005

  Ha! I got that bastard good last night. He is flipping out today. I provided him with some sweet dreaming. In his dream, I made him walk down a dim-lighted hallway. He heard a group of inmates yell (Let’s get Mark! Make him pay!). He began to run down the hallway. He ran as fast has he could. He began to take different hallways, running left, then right, then left again. I made him hear the voices closing in. Finally he busted through two double doors, into a hallway with only one exit. The exit lead outside, Mark had to decide. Run back towards the inmates, or go outside. Mark decided to run out of the double doors, instead of facing the inmates. The sun blinded him as he exited. I made him hear (Prisoner 1124, is trying to escape!) Then he was shot to death. He had woke up, gasping for air! I had acted like I was asleep. This is going to more fun than I thought!

  Journal date: September 19th, 2005

  I gave Mark another nightmare last night. This time was different. Mark felt pain in real life, bouncing all over his bed as he slept. Him feeling the pain in real life confuses me. I knew I could control dreams…but didn’t realize I could actually hurt someone in a dream. I guess his body couldn’t take it; he was bleeding from his nose when he woke up. In his dream, I put Mark in the same hallway. Running the same paths as before. This time, he was being chased by a group of guards. (Prisoner 1124 is trying to escape). Is all I allowed him to hear. Mark busted through the same hallway, with the double doors, and waited at the exit. He didn’t want to go outside, for fear of getting shot. He decided to wait for the guards, thinking that they would just put him back into his cell if he surrendered. The doors opened slowly. It was not the guards that came through the door. A group of inmates carrying knives, Mark had stood frozen. The inmates approached him and stabbed Mark repeatedly. On a side note…it is kind of funny when the guards say, (Prisoner 1124). He always looks so scared. I guess these dreams are getting to him.

  Journal date: September 20th, 2005

  Well…I’m back at my apartment right now. Last night was interesting. I was giving Mark another dream. I made him hear, (Prisoner 1124! It’s shower time!). Then he walked through the halls to the shower room, where 5 guys waited for him. I made the men give him a good bea
ting first. Then I had them all take turns sodomizing him. It was pretty brutal, but I wanted him to feel the type of pain, that Paisley felt. In the dream, after the guys left, Mark was crying on the floor, left bloody, and barely conscious. I had walked up to him and stood over him with a knife. I had raised the knife, in the air, ready to strike. Thinking that if I personally killed him, in his dream, he would die in real life. With the knife in the air, Artemia appeared and said, (Deiham why are you torturing this man? He is not the problem…Sarlic is the problem.). Then Dolosis appeared, in a burst of purple, and black smoke. Dolosis said, (Stab him! Stab him!), as he hoped up, and down, banging his fist together. Then Artemia told me, Dolosis is evil, and not to listen to him. She said that he works for Sarlic. Dolosis said, (What? You lying bitch!). Artemia assured me it was true. She said that Dolosis was the one that talked to Janus, and told her I was evil. I had asked Dolosis, what he said. His only response was, (A little bit of this, a little of that. But Deiham, I just want to stay…). I didn’t let him finish his sentence. I wanted him dead! I’ve wasted so much time, thinking I need to resolve issues on Earth because of Dolosis. Artemia made me realize it was pointless.