A kindred spirit was closer the one would have believe.

  He saw the same… the darkness over took him, as well. He, too, was in that realm… that world of nothing that your every day nice little psycho Christian would tell you, no doubt, was Hell… but there was no Hell, they knew that.

  He saw it, too… everything was black, everything was nothing… couldn't see, couldn't feel, couldn't hear, couldn't speak… and didn't want to.

  Nothing… nothing was everything, for him, too. It swallowed him, too… and, as it eventually does to us all, it began to bleed him… just as it bled her.

  He felt the same… Let it go… his voice, but not the same. His thoughts, but not his thoughts… was this world nothing but thoughts? Or nothing at all?

  Let it go… let it all go.

  He bled, too… his name, his look, his life, his family, his history… everything he once knew, bleeding into the darkness.

  His path would take very similar turns.

  As with her, it all stopped so suddenly with no apparent reason… and then there was the unnerving feeling, so unbearably unnerving… and then the light came.

  The light burned his eyes, too… his closed eyes… oh! How great was the pain. After being in that deep, dark, abyss of a world of darkness of nothing… the light, even through his eye lids, burned like death.

  Oh wait… death hadn't burned… infact, it hadn't really hurt that much… death was a mix of things that they would find terribly similar… horror, disgust, realization, release, stupidity, regret, pride… death was so many things.

  This, my dear, was life.

  This… this was life and life hurt a hell of a lot more then death, I can tell you that now for sure.

  Eventually, he got the dumb idea to open his eyes… just as she had… slowly, slowly allow in the light so it won't hurt just too much too quickly.

  It was strange – Oh! So strange – to see colors… and shapes… and things again. To see at all, was strange… but then again, after you've been dead, what exactly makes sense any more? But still…

  He lay there, on the ground, in front of something, for a good long moment… trying to figure out, in his head, exactly what was going on here.

  He, unlike her, chose to think things through before trying to get up or even move. He, too, retraced his memory for answers… pulling it back from where he had allowed it to slip… and, too, had to bring clarity to the more resent memories.

  But, eventually, he found the same as she… death.

  His death had been far bloodier, though… and, after truly trying, he remembered every little bit of it.

  He remembered being un-possessed… he remembered being pulled under the harvester and being cut into a hundred little pieces.

  He shuddered, and lifted his hand to look at it… his eyes grew wide in shock but he feared do anything else…

  There were scars… dark, deep, horrible scars… all over him.

  As if, perhaps, he'd been slashed into a hundred pieces and then fused together again… scar tissue fusing him together again.

  He watched as the jagged criss crossed, slish slashed scars became lighter and smaller… just like her scar… until they were tiny, then super small, then microscopic… and then, gone.

  He pulled himself up, trying to sit… and chose to lean against the thing behind him… which ended up being one of those places where preachers stand and place their bibles and all… he couldn't remember the name and cared not bother.

  The world spun as he was dizzy… very, very dizzy. So dizzy, he wondered if he was going to puke… he sure felt like it.

  And then, slowly, slowly… it, the world, spun gently, and then came to a stop.

  He took a deep breath and examined his surroundings… running a hand through his thick midnight black hair.

  It was a church… and a pretty damn decant one, too. With a velvet bright red carpet going up the center isle and around the alter. Rows of dark, finely polished, wooden benches stretched out in front of him.

  He heard something behind him, but dismissed it, and wondered when someone would come, if someone would find him here… and then realized if that were to happen… then he'd be alive.

  He was alive.

  He had died… he had been dead… and now he was alive… with no signs that anything had ever happened to him.

  … This would take a moment to sink in.