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Rating for this chapter : G
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His Soul - Chapter One - The Reason - Love?
Before you can understand how this story should have ended you must first understand how it began. And then you must understand that the reason that it didn't end, as it should have is because of me. Because I fell in love with the thing I had to end. But what you don't know till you read this story is, weather or not I able to end it and if not could your soul be next. But first let me start at the beginning. To say that I had been a wrestling fan most of my life would have been understatement. I had grown up watching wrestling all of my life since I was around two maybe even younger. As a child with my parents I had even gone to a match or two. I had seen the Von Erich boys win and lose as they grew up. I cried for the first time the day that David died in Japan of an injury. And then again the day that Michael killed himself over drugs and girls. I cried even harder the day that Kerry had taken his life after finding out that an injury had ended his career in wrestling. I cheered as I watched Hulk Hogan began his career in hopes of being number one some day. And even harder the day that the Macho Man Randy Savage won wrestlemania. But the day that I will always remember most is the day I knew that our paths would cross. Because as I sat there watching with my heart the day that I watched him as he made his debut as the soul stealer. Soul stealer is such a strange sounding term for a wrestler as in a way they all were soul stealers. How you ask, easy as once you watched and got hooked you would sell your soul just to see who the next belt winners were. Little though did people know that he really was stealing souls one at a time. At night sometimes during a match and other times as he wondered the streets later when the wrestling was done. A wrestler here, a fan there but they would become his, as this was the job he was sent to do. How do I know this you ask? That question is actually simpler to answer then you would think. For I too had a job that I was sent to do too. My job was saving the souls of the lost ones as people called them. They are the ones that you pass on the street but won't look at. The ones who have the look of the dead in their eyes but yet still were living. The ones whose souls were stole by The Lord of the Darkness. The Undertaker. How do you save some ones who souls were stole? Well now that is a chapter in is self. And one that should be told much later. But to give you an idea how just in case you are ever called on to save a soul what you need first and most of all is simple. Show them that the world cares and that they're our people who love them and then help them to love again. Will the souls always be saved? No because if they were it would first of all make life too simple. And it would also mean that good would always win over evil. This even the simplest minds know is not possible. Now on to the story so that I can help you the next soul saver, not do, as I had to done.
Authors Notes : Please Read and Review. Also if it seems totally strange an bad let me know because I don't know were this story came from or where it is going. I just know that as I was working on The Darkside of Heaven it came to me. Also I wasn't into wrestling during all of The Lord of the Darkness faze so please let me know if I am messing up big.