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  Will closed his eye, getting ready to cross into uncharted territory.

  “He called me his son.”

  Dr. Ackell looked down, his frown visible in the widows reflection.

  “Be careful Will, because he did kill his own son. He might confuse you to that far.”

  Dr. Ackell turned, ready to leave.

  “Join me in Basement D. I need help with 00.”

  Will nodded.

  “I’ll be down in an hour or two.”

  The older man walked out, closing the door behind him.

  Will stood up, stretching out a bit, before sighing heavily. He looked over to a corner.

  “So, did you hear all that, 88?”

  88 walked out, seeming being there the whole time. His dark glass’s reflected the florescent light. He lifted his hand to take his sunglass’s off.

  His gray eyes shown with something that wasn’t there before.

  “That man…” 88 looked down, a frown on his face. “He’s the reason, the start of it all.”

  Will gazed at the man in front of him. His attention was pulled away and the sound of cracking thunder.

  88 looked at his arm, the tattoo of his given name. His gray eyes, lost in confusion.

  “Sarah? Is that you calling?…..Or is it someone else?”

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  “You know who I am yet?”

  “I am starting to and I fear it.”

  “Why is it that you fear it? Is it that you fear who you once were?”

  “More like who you once was. Not me. Not who I am now.”

  “Why not you. For we helped make this nightmare come to life.”

  “No, not me, it was you. You’re the monster.”

  “Monster. Then aren’t we both. The bringer of life and death.”

  “Your problem is you play god.”

  “Then I am your god. I created it.”

  “Then if you are my god, then..”

  “Then what?”

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  “I am your Devil.

  “…….”

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  Chapter Seven

  “Its all your fault!!” A man yelled. Smashing the other man against the wall and holding him there.

  The man pinned, fought back, but nothing could beat the rage of a father.

  “You bastard, if only, if only she hadn’t of lied.” His grip lessened, as his body began to shake.

  The other man looked down at him. Even if he did towered over him, he wasn’t winning the fight.

  He brought his hand up, and rested on the griever’s shoulder.

  “I’m sorry, for the pain I caused, Rodney.”

  The man crashed into him, crying.

  “Greg, you bastard. Why’d you let her run out.”

  Greg smiled, not one of a sorry man, but of a wicked one. His rich dark hair, matched his dark cool blue eyes.

  “I have an idea, one I have been playing with for awhile now. I just need more time.” He spoke calming.

  Rodney looked up at him, desperation in his voice.

  “What do you mean?”

  Greg smiled, this time caring, hiding his true goal.

  “Bring her back.”

  “What?”

  Rodney stepped back, giving Greg room to move.

  “I’ve been working on a project, if it works out well, then we can bring your daughter back.”

  Rodney nodded in agreement.

  “You can do it? Bring her back?”

  Greg smiled.

  “Yes.”

  A screech at the door caused the men to look. Greg smiled coolly, as Rodney walked towards the boy at the door.

  “Daddy, I had a nightmare.” A young boy in his pajama’s rubbed his tear streaked eyes.

  Rodney picked the boy up.

  “Come now my boy, let daddy tell you a story, then off to bed.”

  “Ok daddy.” He rested his head in the crook of his fathers neck.

  Rodney turned to look at Greg.

  “We will talk about this later.”

  Greg nodded.

  “I’ll be here waiting.” He rested against the wall, watching the father and son leave. In hearing that they where gone, he walked over to the phone and dialed a number.

  “Terri, your mistake will be erased soon. So please hang on a little bit more. I just got a major benefactor into our project.”

  He smiled wickedly.

  “Playing with those who are in mourning are the easiest my dear, as you already know.”

  “Good bye Terri, see you soon.”

  He hung up the phone, waiting for the man he just played, to return with open ears.

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  END of NUMBER 88

  Notes from me:

  Well it’s the end of this short 13 chapter book my family and friends. I can tell you, it didn’t end they way I had planned it. Either way, I am glad it still ended the way it did. Now, most are wondering, how did I think of this story? Well, it started when I was working at a kitchen hospital, I had to clean dishes and what not. But while cleaning, I saw a number on the washing machine, the number was 88. After that, I thought I’d want to make a story out of something with the number 88 in it. It took me awhile, 2007, to think of what to write. It wasn’t until the end of 2008 did I start to write the story. Yes, it took awhile to write it, but its done. Well, any way, I would like to thank my family, who supports my writing style, even if a little dark, and I am sure going to help me pay for this book. My friends, who I’ve dragged with me to hell and back while writing this story. Two teachers in middle school, whom I will forever thank in my heart for giving me a push towards writing. And at last, but not least, the friends I have made online from all over the world. Everyone here, has given me inspiration to write my stories, and I assure you, there will be more to come. Please look forward to many other stories, the next book I am working on will be “Reality Wakes”. It has a different writing style, but still you can tell its been written by me. Hope to “see” everyone with the next one to come around, and I promise, it won’t take as long as Number 88 has been.

  Now, I hope you all taken my first story with a grain of salt, as I am nor professional writer. I just write for fun and to share the stories with others. Now for a note to future book writers, don’t give up. Just keep on writing, I am sure you will find your own story writing style. Keep your mind open and dream.

  I will miss you characters, as I have grown to care for you. There is never a true goodbye, because I am sure, I will see you again some day. Because there are always prequels and sequels to play with.

  Thank you everyone, once again for reading.

  Alex Marr

  Aka

  Alexis Storm-Fawn Parrick