have thrown him to the ground, but I was
too late. The spray of bullets came out of
nowhere as the killers sped by in their cars
armed with machine guns. Only a second
passed before all of us were on the ground,
wounded and dying.
Because I'd been shot, I'd suffered a
serious blow to my energy field, and I
couldn't remember anything. Beginning to
take on the actual identity of the part I'd
come to play, the memory of my mission
and spiritual status was completely gone.
Grief was multiplied by confusion, as the
one I'd come to save lay dead. 'Who am I,
why am I here, and how'd I get here?' I
thought.
Walking out of the energetic body
that had been shot to death, I wandered
around the ghetto aimlessly. Angry sirens
approached the scene of the deaths, as the
streets remained lonely in the night.
Hearing them from a distance, I wandered
further and further away towards an old
run-down building where prostitutes were
hanging out. Approaching them, I saw a
man signaling me to follow him, who
appeared to be a street thug.
Following him anyway, he took me
brent
(Brent)
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