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Antichrist’s Birth; The Solomon Island Mystery

BY: JESUS VILLALOBOS


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TABLE OF CONTENTS
CHAPTER1. MONSTERS

CHAPTER2. SEEING THROUGH JENNIFER’S EYES

CHAPTER3. BACK TO THE ISLAND

CHAPTER4. THE ARRIVAL

CHAPTER5. TRUTH STRANGER THAN FICTION

CHAPTER6. JENNIFER’S PLIGHT-STEVEN’S PLIGHT

CHAPTER7. JENNIFER’S PLAN

CHAPTER8. A MEETING OF THE MINDS

CHAPTER9. STRANGE LIGHTS

CHAPTER10. INSIDE THE MOUNTAIN

CHAPTER11. THEIR PLAN OF ESCAPE

CHAPTER12. CAPTAIN JOHNSTON; SAILING THE HIGH SEAS

CHAPTER13. THE MISSION

CHAPTER14. THE COMMISION

CHAPTER15. MYSTERY SOLVED

EPILOGUE


CHAPTER ONE


MONSTERS

I felt the strength of the guards who threw me into solitaire. “Idiots, imbeciles, you’re in for the ride of your lives!” Therapy, that’s what they called it. If only they would listen. “I’m trying to warn you that you won’t come back alive!” That they had trouble believing the story was understandable. I could hardly believe it myself. I escaped with my life, and now they wanted to take me back? They had to be kidding.
Okay, so I had gone from one prison on that island to another here in Colorado. The point was that at least I had escaped the physical danger of that cursed island. What kind of people were these? If they did not believe me, why were they wasting their time and money on me taking me back? Why did they have to be such bleeding hearts towards me?
Yes, they were in for the ride of their lives, and there was not a thing I could do about it. They had made up their minds that I was going to be cured and that was that. How could they be so dense? What was the point they were trying to prove with all this anyway? Or maybe, they just wanted extra funding for their asylum next year. This was after all going to be a very expensive trip. Who was paying for it anyway? Was it privately funded? Or were they about to waste the taxpayer’s money again? One thing was sure they didn’t need to pack too heavily. After all, as I had repeatedly told them, they would not be coming back.
“Are you ready for your medication, Mr. Johnston?”
I had had my fill of this place for the last six years. “Sure, pump me full of your venom one more time.”
“A little on the sarcastic side today are we?”
“Just give me the pills and get out of my face!
“Now Mr. Johnston, am I going to have to call security again?”
“No, just thinking out loud.”
“If you are a good boy, maybe I can convince the chief of staff to let you see a movie.”
“Damn it Carl, just give me the pills.”
“Okay Mr. Johnston.”
There it was, he had made me curse again. Not one of my favorite things to do. Sorry Lord. “I told you before Carl, stop calling me Mr. Johnston. My name is Steven! Is that so hard to remember?”
“And as I keep telling you, we are not supposed to address the patients by their first names. I should’ve stopped you a long time ago from calling me by my first name. Patients should only call their caretakers by their title. Mine is Dr. Schultz. Is that so hard for you to remember, Mr. Johnston?”
“Look, I keep telling you, I do not belong in here. I am not crazy! This place is beginning to take its toll on me. I don’t know how much longer I can take it in here. But then, I know the administration has made the arrangements for our little trip. I guess you’ll just have to see for yourself that everything I have been telling you for the last six years plus, has been true.”
“You must stop repeating these wild tales; they will only make your stay here that much worse. But we will soon put those monsters back in their little box, and if we are lucky, we can cure you from your little fantasies.”
“Damn you Carl!” There it slipped out again. Sorry Lord. “I could almost wish I were crazy for your sake, for all your sakes!”
“Calm down, here is your medicine.”
The pills went down my throat. I had to wait another two minutes before Carl left the sound proof room before doing my usual trick of throwing them up and grinding them to powder. I evenly distributed the dust on the white floor which matched the color of the medication. They never seemed to notice the fact that they had collected on their shoes, the very dust of my existence for the last six years.
They thought it was the pills which were keeping me stable. I knew it was God’s amazing grace. If anyone would have told me I’d end up in an insane asylum while I was perfectly sane, I would have told them they needed serious help themselves. Nonetheless, here I was. I had to get myself locked in this little grave of a cell at least once a month.
I timed my outbursts around my pill taking dates. They would always tell me a few days ahead of time when they were going to give me my medication. They felt they could keep me calmer if they told me ahead of time. This had been my saving grace. I knew it had to be the hand of God having mercy on me. It was the only explanation I could come up with.
God alone knew that I did not belong in this hell hole. I refused to give in to the urge to curse Him. I knew that it was only because of Him I had been able to remain sane in this cursed place. Okay, maybe it wasn’t cursed, but I sure did not belong in here.
Were others in here unnecessarily? I prayed not. My four hours of confinement were almost up. The guards would be here any moment to escort me back to my regular room. They never seemed to notice the fact that it was always when I had to take those wretched pills that I threw my fits.
This had been a God send. This was my one sustaining grace. If I had actually taken those blasted pills for the last six years, I may well have actually needed to not only be here, but to have stayed here the rest of my life!
The guards were coming. I switched my demeanor as would have been expected. I pretended to be a little groggy and doped up. The guards always fell for it. After all, they had no idea I could force myself to throw those pills up after I had already swallowed them. I went willingly when they opened the cell.
I was a sheep awaiting his slaughter. They were taking me back to that dreadful island. I could not stop them from doing their good deed. They were in their own minds, only trying to help me. At least that’s what I kept telling myself.
I did not hate these people, they had treated me decently. I just could not get them to believe that I was only trying to save their lives. My words had fallen on deaf ears. They were about to learn the most expensive lesson of their lives, and the most deadly. Try as I might, I could not help but feel a little sorry for these guys. I had told them the truth, but they only saw a delusionary fool.
They would have to learn the hard way, and that was that. I for my part was getting a little paranoid about having to go back. But I had to keep my paranoia under wraps. I did not want to give them any more reasons to think I truly was crazy. I reasoned that at least they felt they had everything under control.
I was not going to make them think otherwise. This might be my only chance to break free. This might be my only chance to prove my own sanity. Not just to them, but to myself. As I have said, I could hardly believe it myself.
I had survived the island once; I was not so sure I could survive again. If the opportunity presented itself, I would try to escape. Not in the city, they would only find me again. No, I would have to go all the way back to the island. Once there, I could outmaneuver them since I already knew the outlay of the place.
I had lived there a year before I discovered the truth about the place. It had been an accident waiting to happen. It had been a nightmare which I had not been able to wake up from. Now, they were taking me back. They were going to try to wake me up from my dream state.
Fools! They had no idea they would soon be joining me in my nightmare. They would know the truth as I know the truth. They would know what I already know. They would know, and then they would pray to forget. They would pray they had listened!
Back in my normal cell, I could hear the others mumbling and making their racket. I longed for the peace afforded me in the sound proof room. But I had to hold off until my next round of medicine. I had to play it cool. Each and every day had been like a wrestling match. I was pitted against my fellow inmates.
That’s what I called them. We were after all, prisoners of the state, even if not officially tagged as criminals. The bell had rung; it was me against the whole block of poor devils. I had to hang on. The trip would be in just a few days.
This would either be my total salvation, or my total destruction depending on how things went on the island. I had to think positive. I could not let fear take control of me. Even, if the fear was well founded.
I had to keep focused on the positive aspects of this whole thing. It would get me away from this place and these people. I felt for them, but I did not belong cooped up with them. I was