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My origin is one of complexity. Seven years before my birth my mother Rose and father Jaymz came from the highlands of Scotland to start a new life in a new world of dreams and hope My father took small jobs and did what he could as a black smith at a mill for pennies a day my mother cleaned chickens. They lived in a hore house that doubled as a saloon with a pimp bar keep for a land lord. It was not what they had expected it to be in the new land of liberty and justice all. All being if you are born as a native white and rich. They pushed on and saved enough over time to move west to Detroit with several others hoping for another chance for work and land. He got job as a builder for a wealthy man and made enough that my mother didn’t need to work. He bought a small bit of land of his boss and built modest home on it. I was born one year later in 1844 a time of change and growth for my family had come. My father made me go to school but I did not stay I fought other kids or skipped till one day I was expelled and told not to return my mother and father had me work for Tom Harper in the county store till I was 20 and I became a riflemen for the sheriff until I was put on a list of draftees in the early spring of 1861 at the ripe age of 25 for the next two years I fought in the Indian wars on the plains of the American west not long into the endeavor I became disgusted with this slaughter of women and children on a long trip to a reservation in Arizona I met a long black haired Navajo girl named Altsoba she was beautiful her name meant “All at War” given by her father in a time of lost hope I road with her for months and fell in love with her and her way of life I wanted nothing more than to be with her and her culture I was helping to destroy I was just a Sgt. not enough money to buy her as my slave and I couldn’t by her as a slave and give her the freedom she deserved as my wife. I had to wait and I did for three weeks and one day I fond my love being haled off to be sold at some market. I had to think quickly I told the pvt I wanted some time alone with her before she is sold. This was my chance to get her out and be together. We road and walked for weeks, one night I thought we had road far enough to not have to look over our shoulders. We got a room at a spot called Jims that night. The next morning I left to get some supplies for the next half of are trip I was not gone for more than a half hour when I got back I walked up to are room and herd screaming from the back of the building so I walked to the window to see what the fuss was over three men were raping my wife and beating her to death I ran down the narrow hall to the stairs leaping to the bottom I then ran to the back of the building quickly I pulled my knife from my belt and immediately stabbed the first man in the back of his head then I pulled his pistol from its holster and shot the man farthest from me as I am ripping my blade from his skull the last man came at me tackling me to the ground knocking the pistol from my hand the fight was over I plunged my blade in his ribcage in my fit of rage I was not done with him I rolled him of me onto his stomach then stood over him placing my knee in his back I grab a hand full of his hair and jerk his head toward me as he begs for his life I began to cut his neck his mouth tightens and he screams as his throat fills with blood it terns to a wet gurgle it wasn’t long and I was sawing thru the neck bone I pulled his severed head from his lifeless body ripping what flesh I did not cut still in my rage I throw his head in the street and run to my dying wife I grab her cloths and plead with her to put them back on so we are not seen in the alley with the dead men but she did not move I held her in my arms and tried to put her cloths back on her I yelled at her to help me but she was still not moving. My wife was dead. I held her naked body in my arms and wept not knowing what else to do. Moments later I herd people coming I had to leave her side or I would be hung

I left my life in a bad manner. Cold and alone I was attacked and left for dead. But that night I did not meat my end. I like many others was left in a limbo of sorts. Not dead but not alive ether still unclear on what has happened to me I pull my self to my feet and stumble in a drunken stupor for help when a faint voice comes from the dark (How do you feel) it said . I couldn't speak my neck torn open I reach for the voice in the dark of the ally hoping for help and out walked a woman her eyes light up like a cat in the dark closing in on its pray my hart beat slows as do I to a stop all has stopped even the December snow suspended in the air time its self stood still for this moment. She gently gasps and takes hold of my frail broken body she looks at me with such pity and pulls me to her. She smells of soft cinnamon her hair black with waves like the blackest of seas with deep white porcelain skin her hand creeps over her silky smooth body pulling the crucifix from her neck snapping the thin silver chain (Do you fear death) I look in her eyes with terrier like she has seen so many times before she whispers (Be not afraid for tonight we fly on the backs of arc angels into the mouth of a dark sky) she pulls her Brest from her corset top cutting it with her thumb like a razor a drop of dark read blood drips from her nipple as she pushes it in my mouth and tells me to drink till I hunger no more it has a taste all its own like nothing I have ever hade cool and smooth she moans for me to stop but I can not stop as a jolt of adrenalin comes over me then with a stiff jerk I pull her closer I grab her Brest her breaths grow deeper as I squeeze it in my hand and drink more of her sole into my dieing body her blood makes my veins Bern like fire I feel gravity pull me and the December snow to the ground time now moves forward and a pain tares thru me like a wield beast she kneels over me and whispers in my darkest of moments to me something that calms me like never before ( your body will die my love but you will be eternal) this was the last thing I herd with mortal ears now I am the end of all things to come past present and never I am time I must touch you all with my cold touch