"Famer's Story-writing debate tournament Round#1 Buddamoose VS TUF

After what seemed like eons, Renault finally spoke, "what do you mean re-acquaint me with my wife?" What I mean is that once you have helped me, and it is time for you to move on. I can ensure that you and your wife are reunited. Maybe not on the mortal plane, but most certainly in the "life" that comes after life. I can ensure that the both of you will remain together for all of eternity, never to be parted. I know this is tempting Mitchell, I know even despite you have misgivings. You want to know what it is I want from you. Sadly, that I cannot say until you agree to help me. "What will happen once I agree to help you? How long will this task take?" If you agree to help me, you will be returned to the mortal plane. You will become what is known as a watcher, or as it was originally known as, a "Vigilem." As for how long this task will take, is impossible to say. Jusy know that eventually I will no longer need your help, and at that time you will be free to leave to mortal plane, and be reunited with your wife. Renault contemplated what he had just been told. He had somewhat of an idea of what a vigilem was given his previous experience with the man who claimed to be one. The concept of becoming that was repulsing, but his desire to see his wife again was quickly overriding that repulsion. "If i choose to decline, would there still be a chance I would be able to see my wife again?" I will not lie to you, yes, there would be, but it wouldnt be a guarantee. In fact it wouldnt even be that likely. The concept of reuniting with loved ones after death is a rather false one. The afterlife does not work lke that. It would be better if it did, but even beings such as I cannot change the way things are to that extent. We can manipulate, we can work through "loopholes" if you will, but to completely change what is, and what is done, is impossible. "Well then how is it that you are able to guarantee that I will be reunited with my wife?" Like I said, beings such as I can manipulate, and work through loopholes to make sure these things can happen. But it is difficult, and not easy to accomplish. I myself only will do such things for those that truly deserve it, those that do great services, and those that truly will appreciate the great effort and cost it takes to accomplish such things. Vigilems are those I hold in high esteem, because they are in extension, a part of me once they become so. Vigilems thus are able to appreciate the effort and cost, because they feel it as I expend the energy required to do such things. "Will it change me permanently? Or will I return to my previous state, upon finishing your task?" Again, I cannot lie, it will change you. Being closely linked to a being such as I will change the way you percieve things. It will change your mind in a permanent manner. Indeed, you are incorporating me, and I you, into each other. We will truly become as close to one whole being as we can get, while still remaining distinct individuals. As for appearance, your mortal form will indeed change. Your appearance in Zenbetna though, is utterly under your command. You will appear here, as you want to appear. I habe no control over this. Mitchell muller over this, and finally spoke, "yes, I'll do it. I will become a vigilem." Excellent Mitchell. I am pleased you chose to help me. Now comes the time that I fully bring you into my being, and you will truly become a Vigilem. When this is over, and I will warn you, it will be excruciatingly painful, you will awake back in the mortal world. Remember, your past life is gone, you are no longer a detective. You are no longer Mitchell Renault, you are Vigilem. You cant go back to your old life after this, even if you try. Although, you will have no desire to anyways. It began as a warming sensation. Renault could feel its presence encompassing him. Swirling about, it was intensely pleasurable. Then, out of nowhere, it started to hurt. Pain, slight at first, nothing more than a sting. But slowly, excruciatingly slow, it began to worsen. It felt as if needles were being pressed into his being on every point. Then the warming began to burn, as if boiling water were being doused on him constantly. Then it worsened even more so. His entire being, wracked with it, that same presence, squeezing his essence out of him. Squeezing out his humanity. Until finally, Mitchell felt nothing, nothing at all. Then he felt as if he were falling, deeper and deeper into the void, until finally, darkness... ---------------- The Awakening Mitchel awoke, in the same place he had entered Zenbetna from. He looked around, and saw that the knife was still protruding from his chest. The previous vigilem naught but a pile of dust. He grasped the handle, hesitant to pull it out, until he heard it Pull it out, it will not hurt. You cannot feel pain anymore Mitchell Slowly he withdrew the blade, and just as he was told, he felt nothing. The next problem was the shackles, he pulled at them, and almost effortlessly the shackles snapped upon his pulling. Slowly standing up, he walked out of the room. As he went down the hallway outside the room, it hit him. He doubled up, his thoughts being flooded with images, sensations, thoughts, spoken words. He could see, oh my god, he could see someone being killed before him. A small child, no older than 10, screaming off to the side, as a hatchet was being swung down upon a woman. Oh god, what could he do to stop this!? you can do nothing to stop it Mitchell. You are a vigilem, that means you will see these things happening. You will know what to do about them, all vigilems do. Mitchell lay on the floor, as the scene passed through his mind. The killer, he could see him, he knew where he was, what his name was, everything about him, stopped swinging the hatchet into the woman, and turned on the child. He slowly approached, and then swung. "STOP IT!!!" Mitchell screamed aloud. And just like that, the scene ended. He was wracked with despair, terror, pain, he could feel it throughout his very core. But there was something else, something that was slight at first, but quickly growing. Anger, anger at what he had witnessed. Anger at the senselesness of the violent act. Anger that quickly burst into rage. He would find this man, he would cause ten-fold the amount of pain the man had caused himself. He would give that poor woman and child retribution. Excellent Mitchell, let the rage guide you. Let it lead you into doing what you know must be done. Mitchell finally stood up, and saw a window at the end of the highway. It was night outside. He began sprinting at the window. Drawing closer and close, until he finally jumped through it, shattering the glass, roaring as he did so. And just as he began falling, wings, the same demonic looking wings the previous vigilem had, popped out, and Mitchell flew off into the night. ----------- SHAZAM, lets make this ending good TUF ;). Haha, i'll be honest this could actually sooo continue for a very long time. Easy novel length story could be made from this :P I look forward to reading your last round.