4-Dark

Darkness is a friend to some, and a deep enemy to others. Mariano had learned this over the years, how to make himself melt away into it, or to use to reappear across the room. Darkness was a close friend, and one that he dare not betray. That is what brought him here, he was driven by darkness, it was slowly draining away his control, until soon he would be nothing, nothing but the darkness that he had found so comforting. He pulled out his loaded pistol, and shifted through the shadows. The house was dull, white walls, brown furniture, old lamps. Most surely it was the home of an elderly person, but he didn't care, he was being driven by the darkness. He heard a door crack open, and he instantly stilled. A older man, probably of the age of seventy, though seeming remarkably healthy walked through the hall, right past him. He slowly reached down, drew his pistol and aimed it non-chalantly at the back of the man's head. It was so easy, just the pull of the trigger, and he could melt all the deeper into his friend, and hide amongst him like a bird among bushes. It would not accept him, if he did not continue to serve its will. He felt his finger on the cold trigger slowly begin to squeeze, pushing the life out of the old man. Until he was hit by visions. He saw a fountain of blood, the man rising out of it, basking in it. He slowly raised himself out of it, and began to crawl toward Mariano, leaving a trail of blood in his wake. Mariano froze, and felt the gun begin to slip from his grip, "What have I become?" and collapsed on the floor.
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"Is he alright?" Jerry asked, pointing to where the man now known as Mariano lay on a hospital bed.
The doctor looked at him, "I'm afraid not, something, we can't figure out what, seems to be stifling his breathing. It happens in the night, and we are afraid he could be near the end."
The room began to darken as the Texan sun set over the horizon. They watched for a little bit, watching the near murderer, or at least as far as they knew. The sun set across the room, in beautiful spectrum colors, but when it disappeared, the man began to convulse.
"CODE RED! CODE RED!" The doctor yelled as he ran to the man. Just then, and the man went still, the doctor felt his pulse.
"He's dead."

3-Light

"Get that headlamp out of eyes would ya!" The head of the construction project yelled at the man who kept turning around. He instantly swiveled forward and fixed his gaze forward. The group projected light all over the cavern, a simple comfort in a dark place. Then the rumbling began, they all knew what was happening, they knew a collapse when they heard one. They all did what they could, they collapsed on the ground, and prayed for their lives.
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The men sat about, it had been a couple of days, they had somehow survived in a pocket of rock, with air coming through the cracks. They had nothing they could do to get out, except wait for someone, someone who may never be coming. All the men had was hope, it was they lived by at this point, the hope of seeing their family and friends. The headlights that had been their friends before, was now their life essence. But slowly, one by one, the lights had gone out, until only one was left. Now, this was the time. The light had flickered, and the men feared for hope, and then it went black...
A distant rumble echoed through the rubble, and hope was renewed with the sign of new light.

2- Love

Love is not what I used to think it was. I used to think of hippies dressed up in bright colors, with picket signs and peace symbols. It was a virtue, and attribute, something that is shown between two lovers. Now it is so much more.

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"You were born to die." The man told me, with his face in a grim frown.

"To die?"

"To die."

"What purpose is that? I refuse to die, for I don't see any reason why I should." I stared back at the man who had so calmly pronounced my fate.

"Can't you see? It is only through your death that peace and love can be found. In your death, regrets will be found, people will see faults, and it will make all the difference." He shifted in his chair, and reclined in a ah-la-mode position.

My heart raced, "But I still don't want to die sir."

"Sorry, but that's how it always has been planned."

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Life? Did I dream of it before. I see now that I never had anything like it. My life was led to slaughter, peace is unachievable, except through sacrifice. I now cast myself off the building as a peace activist, but no one will know that when they find me dead.

1-Introduction

"If life is left behind one word, than what does that word say?"
My eyes slowly began to come into focus, "Who are you?"
"Quick to the point I see. Very well, I am the dawn, the night, what you see, and what you can't see. I am nothing. I am everything. I am chaos. I am order." A figure began to appear out of the darkness, his face molding, shifting in a blur of color.
"I don't, I don't get it." I shifted my hand to my side, reaching for what should have been there.
"You have been deprived child, deprived of life, all that is open around you. You should know me foremost as the one who shall open your eyes."