I'm waking up, I can't see anything and my head feels as if it has been split wide open. I try to grab onto my forehead but I can not move either arm. Something is holding them back. My this bed I'm on, its rock hard. It feels as if it is beveled stone. It is cold and damp. To the right of me I can fill a warm body squirming. A faint mumble is heard but I can't register anything at the moment. My head, its cloudy, my perception is flaky, where am I? To the left I feel something cold. It feels like flesh, cold stiff flesh. Suddenly I have the creeps. What is happening to me? What is going on? I struggle and try to break whatever is holding my hands and feet down but to no avail. Slowly my vision is coming back to me but its a progression. Everything is still blurry you see? The room appears to be lit by a few torches. I move my head to the right and I can see some people there but I can not see their faces. They are chanting something, slowly and methodically they recite something in a language unknown to me. There is one that has a dagger and a bowl. I feel the warm body next to me move and violently struggle to get free but to no avail.. I slowly, painfully turn my head a little further to the right to see what is moving. It is a naked woman in the same restraints I am in.

Again, I fight the restraints but I am unable to overcome them. I feel weak and helpless as I watch the cloaked body move towards the naked woman with the dagger. And in moments I see him slit her through. The sound of her gurgling and gasping echo through my head. I wish I could of helped her but I can't. I am just as hopeless as she is. I see the cloaked figure fill the bowl up with her blood and once that is done, he moves around the slab of stone and stands next to me. He lifts up the hood and I see Chris Cooper. He has a cold dark look in his eyes as he takes to bowl and puts it over my head. I hear the sound of metal drop as the dagger that he just dropped hit the ground. Then he takes his finger and dips it in the bowl of blood. I struggle and I fight but I'm all out of might. With his bloody finger, he touches my forehead and then smears a line of blood down my cheek and onto the slab. He stops to get more blood on his finger and then he continues what I see as a line to my left. Now at this point, I really hate to look left but know that I must. What will help? Nothing but I have a feeling and I have to see. For my own curiosity. And when I turn my head, I see a giant of a body, cold and stiff, a dead body. I can not get a good look at the face but I do see long black hair and now I'm scared.. Chris, he repeats the same process four more times, once on the left side of my head, once on the right side. Another line of blood connects from my body to the dead body via the top of my head and finally he moves for my chest. He then connects what I guess to be my heart to the dead body's heart.

Chris Cooper :Your mind and your heart was into him. Just like he had said they would be. You harbored him, and sheltered him. You bought him time. Now prepare to see what you haven't wanted to see. Through the blood, your head is connected to his with 4 points, and your heart is connected to his. Now that the five connections have been made, we must move to form the five points and then begin the incantation.

Then I hear chanting again, the hooded figures form around the slab in a specific fashion. There are five figures total one at the left corner of the southern section of slab, and one at the right corner of the slab. Chris is still standing where he was on the opposite side of the two I had just mentioned. Two more stand opposite of each other at the east and west side of the stone slab. The incantation is echoing throughout what I believe to be a tomb. I can not understand what they are saying but I still fear the result. After all of this time, I have slipped up, I was suppose to carry this burden, instead I embraced it and now I feel like that will be my downfall.

The ground starts to shake and I hear thunder clashing up above. Dust is falling upon my face. I hear what must be a thousand screams as a dark cloud, a shadow comes out of my body. It hovers over me and waits as I look into the spirit of darkness. And then it moves over the cold body long deceased. In a blink it enters the body and the earth ceases to rumble. I feel the body twitch, it moves and then he sits up. The hooded figures immediately bow down to him. I see him get up off of the slab, still pale white he smiles at me.

Reincarnated being : Derek, my child, thank you. It's because of you that I am walking on my own two feet once again.

Right after he says that I feel an explosion in my head, I see red and I just pray that I can get a hold of him. That son of a bitch fooled me. He played me well, he fed me what I wanted, he used me and now he has deserted me for his own motives. I no longer feel the weight of his dark soul but just like water rushes into a new opening I have filled that void with anger.

Rumpke : Steele, why don't you let me up?

He laughs at me, he mocks me and as a result he belittles me.

Steele : And what would you do if you were up?

Rumpke: I'd send you back to hell you son of a bitch!

With a sudden movement I see his fist coming for my face and in a flash I am out cold. The scene fades to black..