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Light Of Ages

 

It was mercifully dark as Cane opened his eyes in the hospital room. He felt the presence of others, but he could only see darkness.

He vaguely remembered being shot and the paramedics putting him on the ambulance. Then he'd blacked out and gone where He could never go, the darkness of his soul.

Cane moved slightly. He felt the numbness of the drug he'd been given in the operation. Tubes ran from his body into a machine and IV bags.

He was alive.

He had won again. Through all of this God had tried to foil him, belittle him, and in the end He tried to execute him. He remembered the dark pit in juvenile detention and the strength he'd gotten from it. Now he was even stronger than he'd ever imagined. He had defied death again.

His good eye began to focus, and soon he saw shadows in the room. He tried to move his arm and couldn't. He was restrained. And then he remembered: He was going to jail. No matter, he thought. He would grow strong there, and one day he would get out and continue his work against God.

“When he's lucid, we can read him his rights,” said a voice.

Cane saw a shadow approach. A light flashed across his vision.

“Doctor, his eye's responding.”

Cane watched as another shadow walked over to what looked to be a wall and reached up. The window opened, and sunlight filled the room.

Cane yelled with anger. He tried to free himself from the bed, but he was too weak, and the restraints held him fast. People rushed to him in the hospital bed and began to grab at him, yelling medical terms.

Cane continued to scream as someone shoved a needle into his arm. Soon he felt a numbing wave pass over him, then another stronger than the first. The waves continued as his strength waned. He stopped his struggle, turning his head slowly to the side, away from the terrible sun.