Author's note: Well, both on aim, e-mail, and so on; people have been pestering me about this fic. It is taking a turn for who knows where but I am glad you are all enjoying it. I am sorry for the writer's block you all had to endure, yet now I can construct more thrillers for you to enjoy.  Happy readings:

:My Misfortune:

How did I get myself into this? My body feels so numb, the only thing I can see now is that blinding light above. There are voices that angrily hiss to my, perhaps demons from below? And shadows slipping to the sides, but my head refrained from straying from fears of how I died. From the corner of my vision my eyes trained to these shadows. No details were defined, just the pure darkness which they held. Those shadows reached out to me grabbing my body when I could hardly breathe. It was not like I could struggle for cold metal contained me.

And yet, so many questions were left to ashes and dust.

For one why did they bring me back to this hell I can not take?

Eventually I broke away from their clutches, breaking away my bonds. Every single damn shadow that touched me now rested in their unholy graves. In horror I witnessed my new being; no longer real blood as everyone could see. Parts of my dead flesh had been restored. How could this be; I couldn't help but think what they done to me. I was composed of metal and flesh, a sickening thing to see. Stitches and wires covered beneath the sea of my real or fake skin.

The longer I stared, the more nauseated I became. My reflection made me weary where I couldn't stand my pain. How could anyone ever look to me now when they witnessed death take its part in me? I, Clive, was an abomination of this world and there was no way for me to run.

Before I was fortunate that death took its role. To deliver me away from this suffering left by humanity death paid me that favor. Dancing with death always returned in full and so today I pay the price. Now composed of metals with wires for my blood; I'll keep living like this till the day this world ceases to exist.

With this curse came a blessing as well. Strength forged through my body, perhaps invincible if I pleased. Agility had been another yet what good had it served for a man as me? Forever I could stare to the graves in which I had dug for those damn wretched humans who did the opposite for me.

The procedures of this operation slicked through my mind. Each time I rethought it, tears brought to my eyes. Oh how I cried in pain when those shadows moved forth; they ripped me apart alive or maybe dead. The situation in my mind never changed pace. The cruelty of man locked away to these tombs. Never would I speak of these horrors that I endured but… it brought to mind one thing I over looked. That thought brought pain.

One hope kept inside the walls of my heart; at the same time draining out the little joy I had left. I recalled an angel, or more of a love. Those soft violet eyes and silver smooth creamy skin; had he suffered too? I told him many times it did not matter what he was. These people did unspeakable things to him too. He wouldn't cry for himself; never did I take part and watch him sob. Now that I remember and tested through those crimes; I realized how much that boy hurt deep down inside. Not only had they done him in with pain, but I too by robbing his heart away.

What day was it? How long have I been buried down in the ditches? Where am I? Where is he?

Wherever my angel roams I shall follow in those footsteps in hopes. Despite my new form, maybe he still loves me. We will be both immortal forever, I promise my dear Jet. The next time I die, we will be together for the rest of time.

(To be continued…)