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"I looked and there before me was a pale horse!
Its rider was named Death
and Hades was following close behind him."  Revelation 6:7

  "there are things in this world we do not fully understand, there are worlds we may never know"
even now I keep thinking back to the night my father died, he told me this sentence, back then I thought it was old age taking over his mind, but maybe, in his last moments, he got to see a glimpse of the unknown.

  I woke up in the rain, it was dark, I laid naked on the ground with only rags to cover me. I looked around me and learned I was in a cemetery, I looked at the graves near me, three graves, a family: Mark - a loving husband, Martha - a loving wife, and Nathen - a dear son. there was something about these names, but I just couldn't remember what.
  but I would.
  I got up, the rags around me were soaking wet and I was cold, I started walking, I had no Idea where I was going and for how long, there were no people around me, the rain scared them off.
eventually, I find myself at an old abandoned house, I climbed the stairs to the top floor, there was a room there and a mattress, I let the wet Rags drop, crawled onto the mattress and covered myself with an old blanket, I was so cold.
Immediately I fell asleep.
  I dreamed of a woman, and a boy, my wife and son, I dreamed of a house, a home.
In my dream I had a job, I was a policeman, my job was to protect people, I enjoyed my job, I loved my family.
  I was happy
  and then It was all taken away from me.
I was lost in darkness, I had visions of my wife and son's lifeless bodies, I felt sorrow stabbing me like daggers,
and rage burning me like flames.
and then something broke the darkness, I saw a dresser, a vanity, it had a mirror and candles lit on it, and at the center of it, right beneath the mirror, was the skull of a man. as I approached the dresser, the mirror started to crack, then it exploded, and a million shards flew towards me.

  then I woke up, it was still dark, and I was still cold. I looked around me, the room was filthy, the walls were damped, the ceiling dripping. but there was something else, a dresser, a vanity, like the one from my dream, the candles were lit, could it be that someone has been here?
I got up and walked to it when I stumbled on the rags I woke up in, I picked them up and some strange clothes fell from them. I covered myself with the rags, and sat near the dresser, there was no skull there, only a mask,
a white, featureless mask, and a pair of elbow high gloves.
I looked at the mirror and saw a face I remembered as my own, except a small tear-like scar beneath my left eye, and my eyes were grey, grey like those of a corpse.
  then I remembered.
  my name was Mark Stone, Martha and Nathen were my wife and son, they were killed in our house, I was left to die but I didn't, it took me a year but I recovered, then I set out to find and kill the man responsible for their deaths.
  but I failed, I died.
  I was shot three times in the chest, I looked down and saw the scars exactly where I remembered them, then I was shot once in my head, the small tear-like scar must be it.
so I died, how is that possible?, how long was I dead?. I picked the mask and held it before me
and remembered something else,
  my family's killer was still free, still alive.
  the thought of it filled me with anger, and when I opened my eyes again they weren't dead anymore, the were burning with orange flames.
I wore the clothes I found under the rags, strange dark clothes that looked like uniforms of some sort, a belt of skulls and a pair of white boots, I wore the gloves and the old rags as a cape, I took the mask in my hand and walked trough the large window and onto the roof, the streets below me were all alight, the roofs above them were dark,
unrecognizable from the night sky.
  and somewhere out there, my target walks free, my prey, I could feel his presence like a distant heartbeat,
  I wore the mask, Death's mask, my new Face, and set out into the night.
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