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Chapter One - Genesis (Part Eight); PPV1
Topic Started: Jun 26 2008, 05:00 PM (221 Views)
Kaden
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"Steganography is the science of hiding one message inside another message - hiding in plain sight, so to speak. Think of steganography as the soft-spoken yet elegant sister of cryptography. Where cryptography scrambles a message to prevent unauthorized people from reading it, steganography opts instead to hide the message in such a way that it is not obvious that there is anything there to see."
- http://www.kuro5hin.org

I got so close to them last week, but still nothing.

That mysterious woman in the café in Mexico seemed as if she was trying to lead me back to the Cult of Kharn with her note that she dropped right in front of me. I thought that I was going to find Arrant again so that he could lead me back onto my glorious path of destiny, but just when it seemed I was getting so close, it was all cruelly snatched away. If that wasn’t bad enough Mexico marked a turning point in my career as a SVO wrestler. I still wasn’t sure why Arrant had led me into the wrestling federation when I woke up in Sweden, hell I wasn’t even sure if I knew how to wrestle in matches. Yet somehow week after week I was stepping into the ring and I was winning matches. I wasn’t even sure how I was doing it, it was like my body was moving before my mind had a chance to think. My hands were throwing punches before I even thought about them, and I was winning my matches.

No More.

Last week I stepped into the ring against Alex Ross and for the first time ever that I could remember I was confident about winning. I was confident because I hadn’t tasted defeat before. I assumed that Arrant had blessed me with the ability to be the greatest fighter within the SVO. I assumed that he had placed me within the wrestling federation in order to rise to the top and complete a higher purpose. I assumed that he had empowered me to never be able to lose in battle.

Only the problem with people that assume things is that they usually end up getting shot down.

The thought that I was so close to meeting up with Arrant and the rest of the Cult of Kharn must have clouded my judgement because I walked into the event in Mexico with my judgement as clouded as a winter sky. I thought that I would beat Alex Ross easily, I thought that there was no chance I could lose my first ever match when I had been so successful thus far in the SVO. The only problem was that Alex Ross is a contender for the SVO World Heavyweight Championship, and thus not a man that you want to take lightly. All due credit to the mat, he walked down to the ring and taunt me a lesson. I will never forget my match against Alex Ross. It will stick out in my memory more than a thousand wins.

Never again will I underestimate my opponents. Never again will I led assumptions cloud my judgement. I have to get back onto my quest to fulfil my destiny. I have to save the world.

Back in the mortal world I pressed my nose against the glass of the CN tower as I looked down on the city. My breath marked the glass as I looked down at all the buildings and peoples that were situated so far below me. If I wasn’t able to find Arrant and the Cult of Kharn again then all of this would be reduced to dust. I was in the city to fight in another SVO event, but as I tried to concentrate on these matches I couldn’t help but let my mind be distracted to finding Arrant.

Why would someone bless me with such knowledge but to disappear?

“Are you looking for something my son.”

I spun around and borke myself from the view of the city to face the direction that the voice had come from. Standing right in front of me was a heavy set man with a bad comb over hair cut. The mans green eyes seemed to burn into mine and I struggled to hold his gaze.

“Are you looking for something my son?”

The man once again repeated the question in a firm but quiet voice as my eyes darted around the room. I wished to spill my guts out to this complete stranger. I had never even met him before but I wanted to tell him everything. I felt hungry to unburden myself with the fate of the world, but I knew I couldn’t. I simply nodded my head and smiled. I wiped away the sweat from my brow onto the sleeve of my shirt. The June sunlight was penetrating through the think glass and heating the room up making it increasingly hot.

“Don’t worry. God is all around us, he is watching over you.”

Great I thought, I religious nut and I was stuck in a huge tower with him. I had seen the fate of the world and I knew it wasn’t ending well. There was no god that was going to guide humanity and save the day. The people of earth are all alone, and those who believed otherwise were searching for the easy way out. I longed to throw the man through the glass and to the floor below, but I forced myself to humour him.

“Ok I see.”

I said through gritted teeth. I watched the expression on the mans face chance to a wry smile, it wasn’t really what I had expected.

“I see you are a non believer, but what you are looking for is right in front of you. It is hiding in plain sight.”

I nodded an unapologetic nod that really read get the hell away from me, whilst still trying to gain eye contact with the man but not quite being able to.

“Take this as a present my son, and remember that he has a plan for all of us. He has not forgotten you. He is with you at all times, in your heart.”

The man reached into his denim blue jeans pocket and pulled out a small bible. The bible looked tattered and the edges suggested that it had been in the mans pocket for quite some time, but as he pushed it towards me I felt my hands reaching out and taking it off of him before I even knew what I was doing.

“Thanks.”

I muttered gruffly. The man gave me an uneasy wink before turning his back on me and walking towards the exit. I watched the man disappear through the door before turning back to the beautiful view of the city that the CN tower allowed me. I tried to pick out the people on the ground that were below me, a task that was obviously hard to do from the heights I was looking down from. I tried to imagine the peoples back-story, what their names were, where they came from, their jobs, their family. Ironic considering I knew nothing of my own. I lost myself in the life’s of the created souls below as the seconds ticked away before the chatter of people behind me broke my back into real life. More and more I found myself wanting to stay away from people. Some might consider me a loner, but I knew the fate that awaited them all and found it hard deep down to attempt to connect with any of them. I slowly moved away from them with a few steps to the right as I remembered the bible that I clutched in my left hand. I looked down at the book and almost fell over with surprise. Scratched into the back of the leather was one word, the same word that had been left for me in Mexico, the same word that seemed to be haunting me everywhere I went. - ’Kharn’.

I ran towards the exit in the desperate hope that the thick set man would still be there, but I knew he wouldn’t. I crashed back against a wall and stared at the scratched word in the book. I thought that the man had been talking religion to me. When he told me that he hadn’t forgotten and that he was hiding in plain sight I thought he was talking Christianity. When he spoke of having a higher plan for me I thought he was talking god. The word ’KHARN’ seemed to burn as I lifted the book up and looked at it closely.

Maybe what I had been looking for was here all along… hiding in plain sight.
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