NeoThurmic
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07/07/07
About a year ago (One year, one month and one day to be presice) I wrote a story called 06/06/06 which was more popular then I thought it would be. it eventually reached a conclusion (a rarity in my story's) and so I left it alone. a while ago I discovered that 666 isn't the only number of note, 777 is probably an equally mystic number. let me know what you think.
Neo
07/07/07 - The Prologue
It had been over a year since the 06/06/06 incident and the university had pretty much returned to normal, most people had forgotten about it, there were two people who still remembered it in great detail, two people who were at the centre of it all. Kevin and Kai were in direct contact with the dimensional rift as a result they kept their memories of the event when everyone else’s memories faded away. There was a third person he knew of the events of 06/06/06, his knowledge of the event was better then anyone else’s however he was dead, he created the rift and died when it had drained the life from him. 06/06/06 was a day of power, the mystic number of the beast there is another mystic number. 07/07/07 the number of heaven.
The clock on the wall gave the time as 07:07:07 on the 7th of July 2007. It was an odd sensation feeling things again, he hadn’t felt anything in over a year, he had been dead now he was… was what? He couldn’t think clearly yet. You can’t come back from death, and he had died, he remembered dieing very clearly it had been slow and painful. There was a jolt and he gained vision again, he looked at his body it wasn’t a true physical form yet an astral body was probably the best description for it. It was light blue and transparent, ghost like. There was another jolt, and he could feel a heart beating in his chest, with each beat he could see veins forming in his body. There was another jolt and he gasped and sucked in the warm summer air. He had lungs again, it felt good to breath. He took a step back in surprise and bumped into a desk, he put out his hand to steady himself but it sunk through the desk. He watched in grim fascination as his body formed and newly created bones, muscles, veins and tendons cause his hand to push away from the desk until he was fully formed. He pressed his fingers hesitantly against the surface of the desk and was amazed at the simple sensation of touch. He was alive again. His mind was a storm of ideas and possibilities, his potential was limitless, he could do anything and change the world into whatever form he desired. He could stop wars, cure illness or solve world hunger. The storm of ideas and potentiality raged it was almost maddening. Then one thought screamed out louder then the rest… Revenge. He would fight the world that killed him, he would gain the power he should have had, he would crush all who opposed him, and the world would burn.
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"Only the savage use the endurance of pain as a measure of worth."
"You could easily walk out, but he jumped over the wall."
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7/7/07, 15:15
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