Focus - Chapter Zero - Prelude "Beyond Everything"A Chapter by MarkwestThe following piece of work you are about to read is the prelude to a series i am working on. The Series follows Gray Carmelita, a young woman who finds out she has the ability to see beyond people anAn eerie gust of wind sent chills throughSam’s body, he felt cold, unsure of what was going to happen next. A small amountof mist begun to rise from the ground below his feet. Sam, scared and confused stepped back, tooka breath and in deep despair watched as the mist grew and rose quicker. A soft whisper came out of the fog as abody figure begun to form. There she was, a beautiful, stunning andglamorous woman stood before Sam, wearing only a see through red dress, andnothing on her feet, except a black chain anklet. His eyes so big they feltthey were about to burst. “Why wont you leave me alone?” Sam shoutedconfused. “You don’t understand, I’m here for you.”She whispered elegantly. Sam, still stumbling around confused, begunstroking his hair and pacing in disbelief. His mind pounding, his heart racing.What did she mean she was here for him? Was it someone he knows, but might have forgot? So many thoughts wererunning through Sam’s mind, tears running down his face. He was scared; he hadnever been so scared in his life. Still standing, the woman told him to takea breath. Glancing at her soft and pale face, Sam did as she asked, althoughthe sigh of relief only lasted a second when he realized that her feet were noton the ground. Finding it hard to breath, Sam stillmanaged to raise his voice. “Who are you? What do you want?” … Sam finished, gazing in her eyes awaiting areply. It felt like hours had past, Sam stillconfused about everything. Nothing at all made sense in his eyes, The Silencecontinued to endure. Just before he went to raise his voice,wanting to scream the same question over and over again. Her mouth opened wide. “Sam, I’m here for you. Think about it fora second.” she whispered as her breath turned into icy cold mist. “It doesn’t make any sense! What the helldoes that mean? You’re here for me? Who the hell are you.” Sam shouted. The woman persisted to gaze into his eyes,not even blinking continuing to say. “I’m here for you, I’m here for you, I’mhere for you!” Although it seemed like she was gettingfrustrated, her voice continued to remain calm. Sam’s heart was racing; his thoughts couldn’tseem to slow down. So much anger, so much hate, so much confusion. Nothingseemed real anymore, an idea of who this woman might be popped into Sam’s head. “Are you a ghost?” Sam asked. “Ah Sam, Need only you worry about what I’mtelling you be the main thing on your mind. The Rest will all come in goodtime.” She giggled. His heart pounding, a white light glaringfrom the darkened sky begun to emerge. “I think I know who, what you are?” Samwhispered as he slowly fell to the ground. The grass, so cold, the calmness in the airbegun to suffocate Sam. “You’re an Angel of Death aren’t you? I’mdying?” Sam continued. Tears begun to fall from the woman’s face.Although she was sad, she didn’t help, she didn’t interfere with what washappening to Sam, She just cried, and remained innocent. “I’m not an Angel of Death Sam.” Shewhispered. “Then what are you?” Sam shouted with whatsmall amount of breath he had left. Silence, Sam took it all in, the smell ofthe air, the look of the sky, the earth he was laying on. He glances one moretime at the woman. “Please!” He sighed. “I’m an Angel, but not of death. You mustunderstand why I can’t help?” She continued. “I’m an Angel of Destiny. And this is notthe way your destiny was supposed to end. ” She said as she wiped her tearsaway. Sam, with no power in his body to evenspeak, closed his eyes and drifted deeply into deaths arm. “If we can’t have you life, we will haveyou death.” She whispered as Sam Died. The Woman, lifted her arms, waited for adecent amount of wind, and misted herself back into the ground. Never to beseen again. Her pupils turned from a dark and hazyblue. Her head aching like she had just suffered a severe blow. Her long blondehair blowing in the breeze. She blinked a few times and turned away from thebushes she suddenly had just found herself in front of.Her mind running with ideas. What Happened?What was that I just witnessed? “Gray Carmelita, is that your name?” A huskyvoice asked from thin air. Scared, and confused Gray replied. “Yes” “Are you able to tell me what I justwitnessed, I’m confused.” She continued. A pause, Gray could hear another personbreathing. “You have it.” The voice darkened. “Have What?” Gray asked. “The power to see what cannot be seen.” “Then why can’t I see you?” Gray shoutedwhilst beginning to panic. “Think of me as a Guardian Angel. I’ll bewatching over you. The Power exists within your eyes, beyond the pupil.” Theman explained. Still unaware of everything that washappening, Gray felt like she understood, like all of sudden this kind ofphenomena happened all the time. Maybe it did? “Ok” She whispered as she glanced back atthe bushes. Glancing back in the direction of where thevoice had been coming, she anxiously awaited another reply. “You have the power to see anything, yourFriends darkest secrets, Humans thoughts, Even things beyond this world, justlike you witnessed tonight. It’s the power of Focus Gray, And you sweetheart,well lets just say life as you know it, will never be the same.” The voice seemed distant with the last fewwords, like it was disappearing. “Focus?” Gray whispered to herself. The night turned into the day, and Grayfelt normal, like everything in her life was falling into place. She brushedher hair over her shoulder and begun to walk. The world itself, in its own little way felt brand new. Something’s are often hidden and hard to see. People’s actions,often hiding their inner truth. All can be discovered with her power. All it takes is Focus. © 2013 MarkwestAuthor's Note
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Added on July 3, 2013 Last Updated on July 3, 2013 AuthorMarkwestgold coast, AustraliaAbout“Every Story ends, that’s no reason not to enjoy It.” – Mark West. Mark West is Nineteen years of Age and has been Writing since the age of Fifth teen. Mark has always been.. more..Writing
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