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The static had a way of comforting me
When The Darkness came.

Violent convulsions
Struck through my arms and legs,

But still, I sat transfixed by the TV screen,
Never letting my eyes stray
From the soothing lights
Scattering chaotically up, down, left, right—
Vanishing in fractions of a second
Only to be replaced by countless more.

Please… not tonight...

I let my eyes drift from the screen
To the cross behind it.

Annie…

Who was she?
Why did that cross always trigger that name?

I can’t do this.

The grandfather clock loomed over my shoulder.

The shaking. You have to stop the shaking, Rick.

Time’s brutal hunger
Had left me here tonight
Wondering who I am—
What I’ve become.

I dangled the badge in my hand.

Now…

THE SHAKING, RICK!

Now I have to follow through.

Tomorrow I will kill the man,
Or die trying.