Wednesday, September 14, 2011
A shout out.
Hey guys hope you enjoyed part 11 as much as enjoyed writing it, I'm working on 12 as we speak and I'm really digging the direction it's going, stay tuned.
Monday, September 12, 2011
The Chronicles of L.J. Stevans: Part 11. An Ever Changing World
Hello Friends,
Since I began these Chronicles we have discovered many things haven't we? I have..... transformed in a way right in front of you in a very short period of time, and I am sure much of this is not easy for you all to swallow. However, I know you also inhabit the same world as I and you know the.....unnatural things that are out there in the background, seemingly always just out of focus. Well I have inadvertently brought some of those things to light haven't I? My Family and their dealings are running more deeply than I ever thought possible. And with every passing day more and more things are coming to the forefront of our minds as not only possible but dangerous. There is an immortal out there.....It even sounds funny when I say it......He is trying to continue his world draining existence with only my self and a previously unknown cousin to stand in his way or provide passage to another generation of tyranny. It must all be bewildering to you, but many of you have seen.....things..... many of you know. Even with its strange inhabitants I think it is this world in which we live that holds the most intrigue.
The unending questions you undoubtedly have about me aside for a moment. Don't you ever wonder just how we all got to this point in civilization?....I do, I think about it all the time......I wonder what came before us and why even though we live in the shadow of a mighty and technologically advanced world, are there no records of it? It is these very reasons outside of my own personal ones, that I started logging and posting these happenings in my life and our world. I do not know if the world will continue to develop and fade as it obviously once did, but if it does, I intend to leave some kind of mark for those that follow us. The same mark that should have been left for but for reasons I cannot even begin to fathom was not or has faded to a point beyond comprehension.
I think it best that we start with what we know. We can see all around us that civilizations were here before and they were very powerful and advanced. In the larger cities, huge abandoned buildings remind us of that fact. Cars and large transport vehicles that are self powered are scattered about and some in working order. Even the horror that is fire arms, though low in number have come back to burden us with its might. We all have come across these things and read what was said about them on the things themselves. As far as any of us can tell, it seems that the current civilization have been around and rebuilding for 200 hundred years or so. Whatever transpired here before that, happened fast and brutally. It is now common knowledge that we come from the survivors of that age past. But shockingly little information about their time is available, it's as if we were forbidden to know what transpired here around us out of some weird fear of outrage, or perhaps it was just denied to us out of shame. Regardless of how advanced in technology our ancestors were, they obviously destroyed everything and everyone around them, but why? It has taken us many years but now larger towns are just starting to arise again. Fishing and Farming villages and tight knit communities are still the backbone of our existence, but everyday great strides are being made to help make life more....accessible to the world around us. We have these remnants of the past which, to those with the proper knowledge base has proved to be most beneficial. But why did everything fade into this? Why did the world.....reset? And most importantly can we prevent it from happening again?
It is these questions that now drive me and people of my...ilk. However it was not always that way for me. I, as many of us our in youth was originally driven by curiosity.
I always heard stories, even as a boy about these wonderful machines that could send great amounts of information from one side of the world to the other. It wasn't till I found one that I realized just how powerful a tool like this could be. That is why I choose to use this medium, that I now know to be a Global Internet Infrastructure to chronicle not only my life but the world around me. While it is no secret I do love and think very highly of myself, that I am no more important than the rest of you and it is OUR story that must be preserved. It is for that reason I was so happy to see so many of you communicating on this forum. But even with as many on here sending information back and forth as we are, there is still so little we know about our past. Will my questions ever get the answers I so desperately desire?
After everything I have lost, everything I have discovered, one person sits at the heart of most things. I now know that that same person......cannot die. How long he has lived.....that is a mystery....but he must have seen what happened here. The knowledge he has must be immense, but I know him to be a selfish and cold heart-ed man if a true human.... man at all anymore. He is corrupt by power now, his humanity disfigured by greed and selfishness. This man is, as you all are now privy to the fact, my father. He has taken everything from me, and I thought that finding the secret to his immortality would be enough for me but now I want to take even more from him. I want his knowledge! But in my quest for these things the question must be asked. Am I now becoming.....transformed in to the same monster as he? Will I succumb to the things that corrupted him? Have I already? I do not know the answer to these inquiries, I have never claimed to be a hero, I merely acknowledge that many of you view me as a legend of our time.....the man who cannot lie.....nothing more. As I have said many times I have done many good and bad things, I am driven by MY sense of right and wrong and that may not always align with others and I am willing to accept that.
No, I am not my Father nor will I every become him. I will help those I can, while I continue my quest for revenge and closure. I will not dishonor Jacks or my Mothers memory by rushing into a battle that is not ready to be fought let alone won. No, I will wait for my answers, wait for my time....wait for the beginning of my Fathers continued quest for life extension to reveal it self. I will wait, for me to be drawn to my cousin as I was told I would be. And when that time comes and all the stars are aligned for my Father to die and for me to continue on,,,,,then I will strike.
For now, However, we can all share as much about ourselves as possible. I will continue to Chronicle and continue to venture out against my Family as I see fit. They all have a part to play in this world as well as my past.....I have not forgotten this. I will also be more open to all of you about my past exploits and welcome more stories and more questions. We must continue this fore we never truly know who is watching us now or who will rediscover us in the future.
L.J. Stevans
-------------------ONE HOUR LATER-----------------
Who are you to request ANY information about our past? I am not your enemy L.J. But some things need to be buried where they are and forgotten. I have seen more than most and I also share.....traits with your family......You are not as unique as you may think.....You want answers....well they are out there. But the price they require and the price you are willing to pay may be two different things entirely. I suggest we meet soon, I may be able to provide you....direction......but you must be willing to sacrifice....The time for that as well as our meeting may be close at hand....Till then.....Keep your eyes open.
The Historian, Peter MacStevans.
---------------------------TWO HOURS LATER---------------
MacStevans huh??? Well just when I think I have a handle on things I am presented with an even greater mystery.
L.J. Stevans
----------------------------1 HOUR LATER------------------
Logan, you never have and never will you ever have a HANDLE on anything. MacStevans resurfaces....good now you can both die....when I allow you to stop suffering that is. Historian, you should have stayed hidden, I will make you pay for your arrogance in interfering in my matters yet again.
Logan Jeffery Stevans Sr.
Since I began these Chronicles we have discovered many things haven't we? I have..... transformed in a way right in front of you in a very short period of time, and I am sure much of this is not easy for you all to swallow. However, I know you also inhabit the same world as I and you know the.....unnatural things that are out there in the background, seemingly always just out of focus. Well I have inadvertently brought some of those things to light haven't I? My Family and their dealings are running more deeply than I ever thought possible. And with every passing day more and more things are coming to the forefront of our minds as not only possible but dangerous. There is an immortal out there.....It even sounds funny when I say it......He is trying to continue his world draining existence with only my self and a previously unknown cousin to stand in his way or provide passage to another generation of tyranny. It must all be bewildering to you, but many of you have seen.....things..... many of you know. Even with its strange inhabitants I think it is this world in which we live that holds the most intrigue.
The unending questions you undoubtedly have about me aside for a moment. Don't you ever wonder just how we all got to this point in civilization?....I do, I think about it all the time......I wonder what came before us and why even though we live in the shadow of a mighty and technologically advanced world, are there no records of it? It is these very reasons outside of my own personal ones, that I started logging and posting these happenings in my life and our world. I do not know if the world will continue to develop and fade as it obviously once did, but if it does, I intend to leave some kind of mark for those that follow us. The same mark that should have been left for but for reasons I cannot even begin to fathom was not or has faded to a point beyond comprehension.
I think it best that we start with what we know. We can see all around us that civilizations were here before and they were very powerful and advanced. In the larger cities, huge abandoned buildings remind us of that fact. Cars and large transport vehicles that are self powered are scattered about and some in working order. Even the horror that is fire arms, though low in number have come back to burden us with its might. We all have come across these things and read what was said about them on the things themselves. As far as any of us can tell, it seems that the current civilization have been around and rebuilding for 200 hundred years or so. Whatever transpired here before that, happened fast and brutally. It is now common knowledge that we come from the survivors of that age past. But shockingly little information about their time is available, it's as if we were forbidden to know what transpired here around us out of some weird fear of outrage, or perhaps it was just denied to us out of shame. Regardless of how advanced in technology our ancestors were, they obviously destroyed everything and everyone around them, but why? It has taken us many years but now larger towns are just starting to arise again. Fishing and Farming villages and tight knit communities are still the backbone of our existence, but everyday great strides are being made to help make life more....accessible to the world around us. We have these remnants of the past which, to those with the proper knowledge base has proved to be most beneficial. But why did everything fade into this? Why did the world.....reset? And most importantly can we prevent it from happening again?
It is these questions that now drive me and people of my...ilk. However it was not always that way for me. I, as many of us our in youth was originally driven by curiosity.
I always heard stories, even as a boy about these wonderful machines that could send great amounts of information from one side of the world to the other. It wasn't till I found one that I realized just how powerful a tool like this could be. That is why I choose to use this medium, that I now know to be a Global Internet Infrastructure to chronicle not only my life but the world around me. While it is no secret I do love and think very highly of myself, that I am no more important than the rest of you and it is OUR story that must be preserved. It is for that reason I was so happy to see so many of you communicating on this forum. But even with as many on here sending information back and forth as we are, there is still so little we know about our past. Will my questions ever get the answers I so desperately desire?
After everything I have lost, everything I have discovered, one person sits at the heart of most things. I now know that that same person......cannot die. How long he has lived.....that is a mystery....but he must have seen what happened here. The knowledge he has must be immense, but I know him to be a selfish and cold heart-ed man if a true human.... man at all anymore. He is corrupt by power now, his humanity disfigured by greed and selfishness. This man is, as you all are now privy to the fact, my father. He has taken everything from me, and I thought that finding the secret to his immortality would be enough for me but now I want to take even more from him. I want his knowledge! But in my quest for these things the question must be asked. Am I now becoming.....transformed in to the same monster as he? Will I succumb to the things that corrupted him? Have I already? I do not know the answer to these inquiries, I have never claimed to be a hero, I merely acknowledge that many of you view me as a legend of our time.....the man who cannot lie.....nothing more. As I have said many times I have done many good and bad things, I am driven by MY sense of right and wrong and that may not always align with others and I am willing to accept that.
No, I am not my Father nor will I every become him. I will help those I can, while I continue my quest for revenge and closure. I will not dishonor Jacks or my Mothers memory by rushing into a battle that is not ready to be fought let alone won. No, I will wait for my answers, wait for my time....wait for the beginning of my Fathers continued quest for life extension to reveal it self. I will wait, for me to be drawn to my cousin as I was told I would be. And when that time comes and all the stars are aligned for my Father to die and for me to continue on,,,,,then I will strike.
For now, However, we can all share as much about ourselves as possible. I will continue to Chronicle and continue to venture out against my Family as I see fit. They all have a part to play in this world as well as my past.....I have not forgotten this. I will also be more open to all of you about my past exploits and welcome more stories and more questions. We must continue this fore we never truly know who is watching us now or who will rediscover us in the future.
L.J. Stevans
-------------------ONE HOUR LATER-----------------
Who are you to request ANY information about our past? I am not your enemy L.J. But some things need to be buried where they are and forgotten. I have seen more than most and I also share.....traits with your family......You are not as unique as you may think.....You want answers....well they are out there. But the price they require and the price you are willing to pay may be two different things entirely. I suggest we meet soon, I may be able to provide you....direction......but you must be willing to sacrifice....The time for that as well as our meeting may be close at hand....Till then.....Keep your eyes open.
The Historian, Peter MacStevans.
---------------------------TWO HOURS LATER---------------
MacStevans huh??? Well just when I think I have a handle on things I am presented with an even greater mystery.
L.J. Stevans
----------------------------1 HOUR LATER------------------
Logan, you never have and never will you ever have a HANDLE on anything. MacStevans resurfaces....good now you can both die....when I allow you to stop suffering that is. Historian, you should have stayed hidden, I will make you pay for your arrogance in interfering in my matters yet again.
Logan Jeffery Stevans Sr.
Sunday, September 11, 2011
Sorry for the wait.
Hey guys I didn't want to release my next episode on 9/11 out of respect for the history and for everything I and many many others have sacrificed for. It is also the reason I did not write at all about it. I just think people should stop Facebooking these little generic quotes or "post this if you agree" posts. I feel it is a slap into the face of history. Our words only cheapen the moment, I'm not saying it is wrong to reflect upon it or any history for that matter, because I am a firm believer in the age old saying that those who do not study history are doomed to repeat it. However, to use these events as a draw to your pages is just wrong, it's exploitation at its finest. But with movies and media what they are today we see an awful lot of this type of profiteering. But it is a vicious cycle, I mean am I any better for posting this rant? I guess it all goes back to acceptability I guess.
Anyway I am working on a great opener for this next section of 10 additions so get ready because it is on its way very soon. Have a good one guys.
Anyway I am working on a great opener for this next section of 10 additions so get ready because it is on its way very soon. Have a good one guys.
Saturday, September 10, 2011
Back from my breakdown!
Hey guys, I'm feeling better after my little.....um.....collapse.....I guess. And I am ready to start writing again. Thanks for the support from my one true friend out there. It's funny that just 7 months ago I would never have thought my deepest and most meaningful friendship outside of my marriage would be with some one I had never met....but it happened. Liz you are really my closest friend right now and you may have saved L.J. Stevans. Thank you for being there. Some times in life all we need is the threat of an Aussie Girl coming to beat the crap out of you. Never.....ever...change.
Ok Folks here is a little bit of news on the aforementioned L.J. Stevans front. I have decided to put it sections. The first Ten part are a part of a sections called Revelations and Realizations. Section 2 is going to include the next 10 parts and will be called Transitions and Transformations.
Wondered about the world L.J. inhabits well that will be discussed in the first Part: A World in Transition. Hope you guys enjoy.....coming soon.
Ok Folks here is a little bit of news on the aforementioned L.J. Stevans front. I have decided to put it sections. The first Ten part are a part of a sections called Revelations and Realizations. Section 2 is going to include the next 10 parts and will be called Transitions and Transformations.
Wondered about the world L.J. inhabits well that will be discussed in the first Part: A World in Transition. Hope you guys enjoy.....coming soon.
Thursday, September 8, 2011
THE Chronicles of L.j. Stevans: Part 10. The Sacrifice of Jack Hundley
by David VanCura
My Dear Friends,
After everything that has taken place over the past few weeks, I didn't think my heart could sink any lower, but I was wrong. I have had to kill a member of the Family in the form Desmond. Even though he was mere moments from ending my own life, his death weighs heavily on me as does Bethany's. It is a shame my sister had to die in the manner she did. While it is true she was not a good person by any standards, she was my sister. I do not enjoy taking lives, it sticks to me like the most humid sweat. When I started this Chronicle it was so I could re live the past to gain a more clear picture of it and help me plan for the future. I never expected to learn the things I have, but it is done and now I can only move forward. The time for action is growing near and after my latest horrid discovery this morning. After learning what I did from the sacrifice I would soon discover Jack made, I am looking to my impending confrontation with my Father and his Brother with a new anger ….a new fire....one that will only be extinguished by their final painful breath.
After the chilling letter my Father posted I knew the game had changed and since that day Jack had been acting very strangely. I now know why. Jack had been reading up anything he could find on my ancestors and being rather secret and vague. Never had he acted so in our more than 40 years of friendship. Still when he told me he had some more information to acquire I didn't give it a second thought. Why could I not see the signs, perhaps there where none to be seen because Jack wished it so. Or perhaps I just wasn't looking as hard as I should have been.
This morning I heard a faint scratching at my door, I thought it to be a stray animal that tend to visit my home from time to time. When I opened the door to find a blood covered Jack it more than set me on my heels. His face barely recognizable under the swelling and his blood soaked matted hair. There was a large gash on his left side from which blood flowed freely. Any other man would never have survived as long as he had but Jack, my best friend, my hero, a man like a Dad to me was no random person. If he was still living after all he had obviously endured, it was because he found something and his secret mission he embarked on alone was not yet over. He collapsed into my arms, his breathing was faint but his voice did not tremble and he spoke with purpose. These would be the last words he would utter aloud but not the last time I heard his voice. What he would leave me would see to that. “My Boy, listen to me” he said with focus in his Grey eyes. “Listen to the words I have recorded on this tape, it will explain all you need to know. Fight on, Logan, focus son focus, do not dwell on my death. Much still needs to be done, he cannot win.......” With those words he was gone. I held him as I watched the last glimmer of light fade from his eyes.
I wanted to break down into sorrow or better yet let the rage I was feeling overtake me as I once had before. However, his last words struck home, he did this for a reason and I will not dishonor his sacrifice with hasty and pointless actions. That is when I looked down to find clutched in his hands a small recorder with a tape still in it. I will now write every word he said onto this tape. I will not change one word, on my bond and enforced by my inability to lie, everything you will now read is just the way Jack said it. If you are not one to believe in the fantastic, then you are now wasting your time reading on. Due to these words I now have a choice to make and maybe a sacrifice of my own as well. The transcription of this tape begins as such.....
…..Logan, I am sorry to have had to make this decision without you, however, after the things your Father said, I knew I must collect answers to my numerous questions. Time is short, fore I now stand in the Grand Library of your Fathers Mansion in Jacobs-town in the South, after the snowy mountain path. The location is only relevant due to the fact that I have succeeded in my quest for answers and you may need to know where it is when the time calls for it. Do not rush this place seeking revenge, word has already been sent to my Men to not allow this waste of an action......Pay attention now son. I found Your Fathers journals, he has collected many over his UN-naturally long existence and it is here I found what I was looking for. I simply could not take these tomes and return because if I did then your Father would know of the things I have learned and change his time-line and plans accordingly. Or even worse, stop this knowledge from finding its way to you, and that I could not allow. This is the reason for the tape and my corresponding actions, please understand that this was the only way.
Here is what is important, your father has left you alive all these years for the simple reason that he had no other choice. You see, as we know your Father and Thomas age only one at a time but this alone could not account for their continued existence. Every generation they could only have one male child each and they must allow these boys to mature and grow to old age, they MUST allow them to live a full life........so that when the time was right they could absorb those life-forces and counter the aging process for them both, thus allowing them to go through the same routine in the next generation. The longer they let their boys live and more importantly the more they have them experience in their lives the stronger and more ripe the life-force would become. All the events in your life have been forced upon you in a sense so you could make the proverbial fruit more ripe and juicy. They use the formation of Family's and their misdeeds to drive you on your quests and eventually provide them with more fuel...... A ritual between the fathers and sons must take place where the sons must battle to their deaths.....The sons are always opposite of each other in almost every way and are drawn to one another at the right time. It says here that the sons must die in the presence of the Fathers and when the life is drawn from the sons bodies it will be absorbed into the Fathers. It says the battle is inevitable and has always taken place through countless generations. It does not say, however, that the sons had ever been privy to this information before the battle takes place and it is in this that we now have the upper hand........On the back cover you can see impressions were made on a page that had long since been removed. From what I could make out from them, it talks of a transference of immortality due to a reversal of fortunes but that is all I can make out.......
…......I know that my actions here have been detected, even I could not go unnoticed in this place, it must be due to my age boy.....ha. I am putting this tape in a secret location on my person, one I do not like to use......remember Ever-Dusk out East, and the journals we need to get past the town Militia. No one would ever look under the scalp.......those were the good old days were they not. You and I have traveled much together in these 40 years and I love you like a son. This is the last thing I can do to show that to you and offer a repayment for the many times you have saved my life over the years. This recording device will run until my last breath heed my words Logan.....Use them.........
----------------A long silence ensues until----------------------
“EVERYTHING IN QUOTES IS SPOKEN FROM MY FATHER”
….....Were you expecting company Logan (My Father) or was all this for me. “I never thought you such a fool to come here Jack, in a hurry to die?” You killed my love you vile waste of skin, Lauren's death will be avenged tonight. You might as well as forget the boy, I will find a way to kill you here and now and save L.J. The grief of murdering his own Father. “You will find that most difficult Jack, you are well past your prime and I cannot be killed at all you old sagging bag of rotting bones. Still, if you wish to try I could use the amusement, this will be fun and you shall serve as a fine penance for the death of Bethany. I will be sure to send a message to L.J. In the form of YOUR MUTILATED CORPSE”...............
Grunts and the clanging of swords rang out into the ever present ear of the recorder, the battle raged for a long period only to be broken by the sound of flesh being sliced through, a groan and then......
….................”HAHAHAHAHA fool …...Oh your still live.....you are a stubborn old man......or perhaps you enjoy pain, in that case. GUARDS show this...... trespasser the error of his own stupidity and then dump him on the edge of my sons land....make him suffer.”...............
More grunts and moans of pain were all that could be heard until finally the tape ended the foul sounds that were piercing my heart.
I have lost another, Only a few times has my heart ached in this manner...Once was the day I met Jack.... The day my Mother was murdered, the day my soul first screamed with the agony of sorrow and loss.
Father,
So my life was just a way for you to continue your immortal existence, is that the case? Well what if I were to just end my life here and now...You would be gone soon as well correct? Maybe this is my purpose, simply just ensure your reign will finally be at its end! It almost makes my next course of action crystal clear........but I am certainly no martyr Father. I never claimed to be, and while ending my life by my own hand would be a solution I think I have a better one. I enjoy life Father, I certainly don't want to die any time soon. Now it is clear, I can now see my true reason for being and that is to continue my life another generation at the expense of YOUR immortality. I will find my cousin and figure out this.....Reversal and soon I will take into my possession the only thing you will have left....your secret to eternal life.
Enjoy the time you have left Logan Jeffery Stevans Sr.
L.J. Stevans.
My Dear Friends,
After everything that has taken place over the past few weeks, I didn't think my heart could sink any lower, but I was wrong. I have had to kill a member of the Family in the form Desmond. Even though he was mere moments from ending my own life, his death weighs heavily on me as does Bethany's. It is a shame my sister had to die in the manner she did. While it is true she was not a good person by any standards, she was my sister. I do not enjoy taking lives, it sticks to me like the most humid sweat. When I started this Chronicle it was so I could re live the past to gain a more clear picture of it and help me plan for the future. I never expected to learn the things I have, but it is done and now I can only move forward. The time for action is growing near and after my latest horrid discovery this morning. After learning what I did from the sacrifice I would soon discover Jack made, I am looking to my impending confrontation with my Father and his Brother with a new anger ….a new fire....one that will only be extinguished by their final painful breath.
After the chilling letter my Father posted I knew the game had changed and since that day Jack had been acting very strangely. I now know why. Jack had been reading up anything he could find on my ancestors and being rather secret and vague. Never had he acted so in our more than 40 years of friendship. Still when he told me he had some more information to acquire I didn't give it a second thought. Why could I not see the signs, perhaps there where none to be seen because Jack wished it so. Or perhaps I just wasn't looking as hard as I should have been.
This morning I heard a faint scratching at my door, I thought it to be a stray animal that tend to visit my home from time to time. When I opened the door to find a blood covered Jack it more than set me on my heels. His face barely recognizable under the swelling and his blood soaked matted hair. There was a large gash on his left side from which blood flowed freely. Any other man would never have survived as long as he had but Jack, my best friend, my hero, a man like a Dad to me was no random person. If he was still living after all he had obviously endured, it was because he found something and his secret mission he embarked on alone was not yet over. He collapsed into my arms, his breathing was faint but his voice did not tremble and he spoke with purpose. These would be the last words he would utter aloud but not the last time I heard his voice. What he would leave me would see to that. “My Boy, listen to me” he said with focus in his Grey eyes. “Listen to the words I have recorded on this tape, it will explain all you need to know. Fight on, Logan, focus son focus, do not dwell on my death. Much still needs to be done, he cannot win.......” With those words he was gone. I held him as I watched the last glimmer of light fade from his eyes.
I wanted to break down into sorrow or better yet let the rage I was feeling overtake me as I once had before. However, his last words struck home, he did this for a reason and I will not dishonor his sacrifice with hasty and pointless actions. That is when I looked down to find clutched in his hands a small recorder with a tape still in it. I will now write every word he said onto this tape. I will not change one word, on my bond and enforced by my inability to lie, everything you will now read is just the way Jack said it. If you are not one to believe in the fantastic, then you are now wasting your time reading on. Due to these words I now have a choice to make and maybe a sacrifice of my own as well. The transcription of this tape begins as such.....
…..Logan, I am sorry to have had to make this decision without you, however, after the things your Father said, I knew I must collect answers to my numerous questions. Time is short, fore I now stand in the Grand Library of your Fathers Mansion in Jacobs-town in the South, after the snowy mountain path. The location is only relevant due to the fact that I have succeeded in my quest for answers and you may need to know where it is when the time calls for it. Do not rush this place seeking revenge, word has already been sent to my Men to not allow this waste of an action......Pay attention now son. I found Your Fathers journals, he has collected many over his UN-naturally long existence and it is here I found what I was looking for. I simply could not take these tomes and return because if I did then your Father would know of the things I have learned and change his time-line and plans accordingly. Or even worse, stop this knowledge from finding its way to you, and that I could not allow. This is the reason for the tape and my corresponding actions, please understand that this was the only way.
Here is what is important, your father has left you alive all these years for the simple reason that he had no other choice. You see, as we know your Father and Thomas age only one at a time but this alone could not account for their continued existence. Every generation they could only have one male child each and they must allow these boys to mature and grow to old age, they MUST allow them to live a full life........so that when the time was right they could absorb those life-forces and counter the aging process for them both, thus allowing them to go through the same routine in the next generation. The longer they let their boys live and more importantly the more they have them experience in their lives the stronger and more ripe the life-force would become. All the events in your life have been forced upon you in a sense so you could make the proverbial fruit more ripe and juicy. They use the formation of Family's and their misdeeds to drive you on your quests and eventually provide them with more fuel...... A ritual between the fathers and sons must take place where the sons must battle to their deaths.....The sons are always opposite of each other in almost every way and are drawn to one another at the right time. It says here that the sons must die in the presence of the Fathers and when the life is drawn from the sons bodies it will be absorbed into the Fathers. It says the battle is inevitable and has always taken place through countless generations. It does not say, however, that the sons had ever been privy to this information before the battle takes place and it is in this that we now have the upper hand........On the back cover you can see impressions were made on a page that had long since been removed. From what I could make out from them, it talks of a transference of immortality due to a reversal of fortunes but that is all I can make out.......
…......I know that my actions here have been detected, even I could not go unnoticed in this place, it must be due to my age boy.....ha. I am putting this tape in a secret location on my person, one I do not like to use......remember Ever-Dusk out East, and the journals we need to get past the town Militia. No one would ever look under the scalp.......those were the good old days were they not. You and I have traveled much together in these 40 years and I love you like a son. This is the last thing I can do to show that to you and offer a repayment for the many times you have saved my life over the years. This recording device will run until my last breath heed my words Logan.....Use them.........
----------------A long silence ensues until----------------------
“EVERYTHING IN QUOTES IS SPOKEN FROM MY FATHER”
….....Were you expecting company Logan (My Father) or was all this for me. “I never thought you such a fool to come here Jack, in a hurry to die?” You killed my love you vile waste of skin, Lauren's death will be avenged tonight. You might as well as forget the boy, I will find a way to kill you here and now and save L.J. The grief of murdering his own Father. “You will find that most difficult Jack, you are well past your prime and I cannot be killed at all you old sagging bag of rotting bones. Still, if you wish to try I could use the amusement, this will be fun and you shall serve as a fine penance for the death of Bethany. I will be sure to send a message to L.J. In the form of YOUR MUTILATED CORPSE”...............
Grunts and the clanging of swords rang out into the ever present ear of the recorder, the battle raged for a long period only to be broken by the sound of flesh being sliced through, a groan and then......
….................”HAHAHAHAHA fool …...Oh your still live.....you are a stubborn old man......or perhaps you enjoy pain, in that case. GUARDS show this...... trespasser the error of his own stupidity and then dump him on the edge of my sons land....make him suffer.”...............
More grunts and moans of pain were all that could be heard until finally the tape ended the foul sounds that were piercing my heart.
I have lost another, Only a few times has my heart ached in this manner...Once was the day I met Jack.... The day my Mother was murdered, the day my soul first screamed with the agony of sorrow and loss.
Father,
So my life was just a way for you to continue your immortal existence, is that the case? Well what if I were to just end my life here and now...You would be gone soon as well correct? Maybe this is my purpose, simply just ensure your reign will finally be at its end! It almost makes my next course of action crystal clear........but I am certainly no martyr Father. I never claimed to be, and while ending my life by my own hand would be a solution I think I have a better one. I enjoy life Father, I certainly don't want to die any time soon. Now it is clear, I can now see my true reason for being and that is to continue my life another generation at the expense of YOUR immortality. I will find my cousin and figure out this.....Reversal and soon I will take into my possession the only thing you will have left....your secret to eternal life.
Enjoy the time you have left Logan Jeffery Stevans Sr.
L.J. Stevans.
THE Chronicles of L.j. Stevans: Part 9. The Liberation of Gastings
by David VanCura
Forgive my haste everyone,
This is John Simmons, I wrote in asking L.J. for help with our Towns problems. My motives for this post is for multiple reasons. First and foremost, A heart felt thank you to L.J. Stevans and his allies. Gastings is free once again. His response to my plea was swift, he and his group of hero's rode into town on a mission and they came achieved it....big time. My other reasons for this post are as follows. After meeting with L.J. And riding with him to Bethany's compound and confronting her we were separated. I don't know where he is or if he even made it out. I do know this however, both Bethany and her Husband now lay dead, it's the how that escapes me. Since L.J. has made it clear that this forum is like a note pad for history, I will share with you all the part of the story I witnessed with as much detail as I can recall.
It was took a mere 6 hours after I posted before the hero that is L.J. Stevans arrived in town with his band of friends. Upon meeting L.J. We shook hands and the first thing I noticed is the grip he has, strong, firm yet not intimidating, which really can also be used to describe not only his appearance but his demeanor as well. He was slightly above average height maybe 6”1, a slender yet well toned man to be sure and most certainly one of the most youthful looking men over the age of 50 I have ever met. Only small touches of Grey accented his dark brown hair and short pointed beard. He looked as he were plucked straight from a classic adventure movie or off the cover of a book about heroic deeds and the such. He carried himself with a classic warriors grace, he moved agilely and with purpose. With him, at his side was a man quickly introduced to me and referred to as Jack which I can only assume was the very rarely seen Jack Hundley, L.J.'s mentor. He did not follow us going forward, he was there as a tactical adviser I believe and from the look of him, one would understand as to why. It's not that he appeared sickly …... just well aged. After more quick introductions to and from our various accompany men, we formed a quick yet detailed plan, with that we and about 60 friends, were off.
From the moment we approached the A.M.D.S. compound L.J. was all business and filled with purpose. The glint in his gaze was telling and focused. The compound was well guarded, but we still had the element of surprise as our ally even though I telegraphed our intent earlier. It would prove most beneficial, L.J. was adamant about not taking lives of the guards and the various security that dotted the grounds. He explained that most of the men were more than likely recruited from our and a mixture of local towns from the region and were only employed by the Family due to a lack of options. Thus they would not hold much loyalty to their employers. As it turns out he was right, at least with the first 25 or so foes we encountered, they hardly put up a fight at all. We subdued them and later, after questioning they would be released. The next 15 or so men however would not be so accommodating. They fought hard but unorganized and due to our ambush style tactics were defeated with minimal damage to our group.
As we approached the central operating center of the compound, Bethany made her emergence. She stood before us in a flowing dark colored dress with a plunging neckline that emphasized her rather curvy if elder figure, her dark hair matched her cobalt black eyes. At the unexpected sight of her Brother she froze in place like a statue. A look of bewilderment and denial shot across her face. I wondered if this was the first time she had lain eyes on her brother in decades. I didn't have the chance to ask because as quickly as she appeared, fighting erupted in a side hallway and she used that distraction to disappear. L.J., without a word gave chase as I joined my men to assist in quelling the latest skirmish that arose. Within a half an hour the battle was ours. We found the cooling bodies of Bethany and Desmond in our search of the grounds along with a small blood trail leading out a window which disappeared completely leading away from the building. Two things were apparent to me immediately. L.J. was certainly gone and he was hurt I only prayed not too badly.
Upon returning to our Town Jack and the rest of L.J.'s men had slipped off and we were left to rebuild Gastings even stronger than it once was.
L.J. If you are out there just know you have my deepest thanks. Just know, if you EVER need help, simply call upon Gastings and we will be at your side.
Thank You My Friend,
John Simmons.
----------------POSTED 3 HOURS LATER--------------
Hello Friends,
I am writing you all with a unexpected heavy heart. Let me explain to John and everyone else, but most importantly to you Father why I am now down a sibling.
“You have no idea just how fortunate you are Logan, you would already be long dead if Father had not instructed us otherwise“ Bethany calmly stated. Upon entering her office I was slashed lightly in the arm from her dagger as she waited for me off to the side, so hearing that caught me off guard. She could have killed me true enough but still I was attacked. Although hearing that my life was being spared by my Father of all people impacted me deeper than any weapon could have. Also it was one of the first times in at least 30 years I had heard my first name spoken aloud, and that was also jarring coming from my sisters lips. Before I could ask why my Father would order something so strange, I was caught off guard by a scream of anger and fear from my sister followed by a loud noise and a series of reflexive movements so fast it would take me many moments to comprehend what had just played out.
“Desmond, fool no.” was all I heard my sister bellow at her husband sneaking up behind me. At that, instinctively I ducked and turned my body toward the simultaneously occurring loud bang coming from the pistol in Desmond's hand. As I turned, my hand went to my belt where my trusted silver dagger clung to my side, my body moving quickly to the floor as my hand flung the dagger in the exact direction as the gunshot. I lay still on the ground for several seconds with my eyes shut tight in anticipation for the next gunshot that would assuredly end my time in this world. It never came. When I opened my eyes, I could only then process the quick series of events that just happened. Events that I knew would change the 40 year plus game with my Family into a far more serious one.
My eyes opened and saw the flowing trail of blood coming towards me, it was only moving my eyes up would I find them locking with my Sisters now lifeless gaze. The shot intended for me caught her directly in the heart. No matter how small a target it may have been, it was struck due to a warning she gave me. I then looked to my right side where the crumpled body of her husband Desmond now lay in the corner, my trusted battle tested dagger protruding from his chest. I quickly removed my blade and scrambled out the near open window. It was only then that I could tend to my wounded arm. Instinct alone now drove me. I doubled back to the Town, collected Jack and gave the word to his men to disperse. A word of goodbye to John was the last thing on my mind, fore I knew I had more pressing things to concern myself with.
The ride back to my home was a hectic one for me. I was now coming to grips with what had just transpired and just what the meaning of these events were. First Bethany could have taken my life only to explain my Fathers wishes were to the contrary. Then before any explanations of her words could be given she, due to her cry of warning, simultaneously saved my life and inadvertently substituted it with her own. Now not only do I not have any of the answers I was seeking, both Bethany and Desmond lay dead, one from my very hand. I do not like taking life, anyone's life. I do not feel I am so important in this world that I should have the power to take lives as I see fit. On a deeper note, no matter the angst she or anyone else in the Family may have caused me over the years, Bethany was still my Sister. Her death, even though not perpetrated by my hand, will stick with me for some time no doubt.
I am glad I could be of assistance to you John and to the community of Gastings and as much as I would like to help you in the long rebuilding process your home will now go through, there are now bigger things on the horizon I must attend to.
To you Father, I want you to know that killing anyone in this Family was never my intent, except you of course. I sure no doubt you are quite displeased that your daughter now lay dead, but it was by the hand of her husband not my own. You know my words can only ring with truth and it is important for you to know that I do feel loss in my heart. If for no other reason to show you the glaring differences between the two of us. Why would you want me alive Father? I need to know and since Bethany can no longer provide me with the answers I seek, I must turn my efforts to the rest of the Family. I can only hope it is you I next run into Father. My heart can not take the pain of killing another soul poisoned by your devious plans. My answers will be met and this game will come an end this I promise you Father.
L.J. Stevans
---------------POSTED 1 HOUR LATER---------------
To my son L.J.,
You have made a deathly error, my son. The lines are now drawn Logan, my good graces in regards to you are a now no more. Prepare for the pain of my wrath, a side of me you have not seen since the day I last laid eyes on you. After I get from you that which we need, I will happily answer your questions.....right before I reunite you with that deceitful whore you call your Mother.
Logan Jeffery Stevans Sr.
Forgive my haste everyone,
This is John Simmons, I wrote in asking L.J. for help with our Towns problems. My motives for this post is for multiple reasons. First and foremost, A heart felt thank you to L.J. Stevans and his allies. Gastings is free once again. His response to my plea was swift, he and his group of hero's rode into town on a mission and they came achieved it....big time. My other reasons for this post are as follows. After meeting with L.J. And riding with him to Bethany's compound and confronting her we were separated. I don't know where he is or if he even made it out. I do know this however, both Bethany and her Husband now lay dead, it's the how that escapes me. Since L.J. has made it clear that this forum is like a note pad for history, I will share with you all the part of the story I witnessed with as much detail as I can recall.
It was took a mere 6 hours after I posted before the hero that is L.J. Stevans arrived in town with his band of friends. Upon meeting L.J. We shook hands and the first thing I noticed is the grip he has, strong, firm yet not intimidating, which really can also be used to describe not only his appearance but his demeanor as well. He was slightly above average height maybe 6”1, a slender yet well toned man to be sure and most certainly one of the most youthful looking men over the age of 50 I have ever met. Only small touches of Grey accented his dark brown hair and short pointed beard. He looked as he were plucked straight from a classic adventure movie or off the cover of a book about heroic deeds and the such. He carried himself with a classic warriors grace, he moved agilely and with purpose. With him, at his side was a man quickly introduced to me and referred to as Jack which I can only assume was the very rarely seen Jack Hundley, L.J.'s mentor. He did not follow us going forward, he was there as a tactical adviser I believe and from the look of him, one would understand as to why. It's not that he appeared sickly …... just well aged. After more quick introductions to and from our various accompany men, we formed a quick yet detailed plan, with that we and about 60 friends, were off.
From the moment we approached the A.M.D.S. compound L.J. was all business and filled with purpose. The glint in his gaze was telling and focused. The compound was well guarded, but we still had the element of surprise as our ally even though I telegraphed our intent earlier. It would prove most beneficial, L.J. was adamant about not taking lives of the guards and the various security that dotted the grounds. He explained that most of the men were more than likely recruited from our and a mixture of local towns from the region and were only employed by the Family due to a lack of options. Thus they would not hold much loyalty to their employers. As it turns out he was right, at least with the first 25 or so foes we encountered, they hardly put up a fight at all. We subdued them and later, after questioning they would be released. The next 15 or so men however would not be so accommodating. They fought hard but unorganized and due to our ambush style tactics were defeated with minimal damage to our group.
As we approached the central operating center of the compound, Bethany made her emergence. She stood before us in a flowing dark colored dress with a plunging neckline that emphasized her rather curvy if elder figure, her dark hair matched her cobalt black eyes. At the unexpected sight of her Brother she froze in place like a statue. A look of bewilderment and denial shot across her face. I wondered if this was the first time she had lain eyes on her brother in decades. I didn't have the chance to ask because as quickly as she appeared, fighting erupted in a side hallway and she used that distraction to disappear. L.J., without a word gave chase as I joined my men to assist in quelling the latest skirmish that arose. Within a half an hour the battle was ours. We found the cooling bodies of Bethany and Desmond in our search of the grounds along with a small blood trail leading out a window which disappeared completely leading away from the building. Two things were apparent to me immediately. L.J. was certainly gone and he was hurt I only prayed not too badly.
Upon returning to our Town Jack and the rest of L.J.'s men had slipped off and we were left to rebuild Gastings even stronger than it once was.
L.J. If you are out there just know you have my deepest thanks. Just know, if you EVER need help, simply call upon Gastings and we will be at your side.
Thank You My Friend,
John Simmons.
----------------POSTED 3 HOURS LATER--------------
Hello Friends,
I am writing you all with a unexpected heavy heart. Let me explain to John and everyone else, but most importantly to you Father why I am now down a sibling.
“You have no idea just how fortunate you are Logan, you would already be long dead if Father had not instructed us otherwise“ Bethany calmly stated. Upon entering her office I was slashed lightly in the arm from her dagger as she waited for me off to the side, so hearing that caught me off guard. She could have killed me true enough but still I was attacked. Although hearing that my life was being spared by my Father of all people impacted me deeper than any weapon could have. Also it was one of the first times in at least 30 years I had heard my first name spoken aloud, and that was also jarring coming from my sisters lips. Before I could ask why my Father would order something so strange, I was caught off guard by a scream of anger and fear from my sister followed by a loud noise and a series of reflexive movements so fast it would take me many moments to comprehend what had just played out.
“Desmond, fool no.” was all I heard my sister bellow at her husband sneaking up behind me. At that, instinctively I ducked and turned my body toward the simultaneously occurring loud bang coming from the pistol in Desmond's hand. As I turned, my hand went to my belt where my trusted silver dagger clung to my side, my body moving quickly to the floor as my hand flung the dagger in the exact direction as the gunshot. I lay still on the ground for several seconds with my eyes shut tight in anticipation for the next gunshot that would assuredly end my time in this world. It never came. When I opened my eyes, I could only then process the quick series of events that just happened. Events that I knew would change the 40 year plus game with my Family into a far more serious one.
My eyes opened and saw the flowing trail of blood coming towards me, it was only moving my eyes up would I find them locking with my Sisters now lifeless gaze. The shot intended for me caught her directly in the heart. No matter how small a target it may have been, it was struck due to a warning she gave me. I then looked to my right side where the crumpled body of her husband Desmond now lay in the corner, my trusted battle tested dagger protruding from his chest. I quickly removed my blade and scrambled out the near open window. It was only then that I could tend to my wounded arm. Instinct alone now drove me. I doubled back to the Town, collected Jack and gave the word to his men to disperse. A word of goodbye to John was the last thing on my mind, fore I knew I had more pressing things to concern myself with.
The ride back to my home was a hectic one for me. I was now coming to grips with what had just transpired and just what the meaning of these events were. First Bethany could have taken my life only to explain my Fathers wishes were to the contrary. Then before any explanations of her words could be given she, due to her cry of warning, simultaneously saved my life and inadvertently substituted it with her own. Now not only do I not have any of the answers I was seeking, both Bethany and Desmond lay dead, one from my very hand. I do not like taking life, anyone's life. I do not feel I am so important in this world that I should have the power to take lives as I see fit. On a deeper note, no matter the angst she or anyone else in the Family may have caused me over the years, Bethany was still my Sister. Her death, even though not perpetrated by my hand, will stick with me for some time no doubt.
I am glad I could be of assistance to you John and to the community of Gastings and as much as I would like to help you in the long rebuilding process your home will now go through, there are now bigger things on the horizon I must attend to.
To you Father, I want you to know that killing anyone in this Family was never my intent, except you of course. I sure no doubt you are quite displeased that your daughter now lay dead, but it was by the hand of her husband not my own. You know my words can only ring with truth and it is important for you to know that I do feel loss in my heart. If for no other reason to show you the glaring differences between the two of us. Why would you want me alive Father? I need to know and since Bethany can no longer provide me with the answers I seek, I must turn my efforts to the rest of the Family. I can only hope it is you I next run into Father. My heart can not take the pain of killing another soul poisoned by your devious plans. My answers will be met and this game will come an end this I promise you Father.
L.J. Stevans
---------------POSTED 1 HOUR LATER---------------
To my son L.J.,
You have made a deathly error, my son. The lines are now drawn Logan, my good graces in regards to you are a now no more. Prepare for the pain of my wrath, a side of me you have not seen since the day I last laid eyes on you. After I get from you that which we need, I will happily answer your questions.....right before I reunite you with that deceitful whore you call your Mother.
Logan Jeffery Stevans Sr.
The Chronicles of L.j. Stevans: Part 8. The Rule of A Stevans Sister/ A Plea for Help!
by David VanCura
To L.J. and all readers of these chronicles,
Hello everyone, my name is John Simmons and I live in a the town of Gastings up by the Northern Lakes. I have been reading your tales Mr. Stevans. In doing so I realized that I, like so many out there knew your name and have heard of some of your past exploits. I also quickly identified with the name for a more ominous reason. I do not know if you are aware of the fact that one of your sisters, Bethany Stevans-Mason, along with her husband Desmond relocated here about 5 years ago and basically overran the region from the first day. Gastings like many towns up north is a fishing village and up until, not surprisingly 5 years ago, we were a prosperous one. Then, seemingly overnight all of our vendors to the larger cities were bought out or replaced by a new transportation company known as A.M.D.S. Almost instantly, distribution costs went up nearly 300 percent and those of us that decided to venture out and move our product on our own were mercilessly attack and our goods destroyed. The roads are no longer safe and fees and taxing are rumoured to be bumped up yet again. The fisherman here tried to move farther north to avoid this group but their reach seems limitless. Anyone wanting to or that have attempted to leave have been "persuaded" to the thinking that it would be "in our families best interest to stay put". Even the most successful Captains are no longer profitable and Casino's and Burlesque houses are now the major businesses in town. Crime has grown rampant as more of us become desperate. We are all just months from complete personal and financial ruin.
I am writing you today in the hopes that with the information that has been revealed recently in these Chronicles. Combined with your own personal ties to the situation you would be able to afford us some assistance. I know this is a long-shot but we are desperate up here Mr. Stevans and you are quite literally our last option if we are to save our Town. There are a number of us who are prepared to fight as a last resort. Some of us have roots here that goes back multiple generations and I for one would rather die then see our town taken from us even more than it already has. We need leadership, someone of your reputation along with the connections you have. With that we can retake our lives. And with time and effort, be prosperous once again. We will wait no more than 2 weeks for help, after that period, we take our chances as well as our lives into our own hands and into battle. We have heard of stories in the past of your tendency to get involved in situations involving your Family and we only hope you are willing to do so one more time.
With all our hope,
John Simmons
To L.J. and all readers of these chronicles,
Hello everyone, my name is John Simmons and I live in a the town of Gastings up by the Northern Lakes. I have been reading your tales Mr. Stevans. In doing so I realized that I, like so many out there knew your name and have heard of some of your past exploits. I also quickly identified with the name for a more ominous reason. I do not know if you are aware of the fact that one of your sisters, Bethany Stevans-Mason, along with her husband Desmond relocated here about 5 years ago and basically overran the region from the first day. Gastings like many towns up north is a fishing village and up until, not surprisingly 5 years ago, we were a prosperous one. Then, seemingly overnight all of our vendors to the larger cities were bought out or replaced by a new transportation company known as A.M.D.S. Almost instantly, distribution costs went up nearly 300 percent and those of us that decided to venture out and move our product on our own were mercilessly attack and our goods destroyed. The roads are no longer safe and fees and taxing are rumoured to be bumped up yet again. The fisherman here tried to move farther north to avoid this group but their reach seems limitless. Anyone wanting to or that have attempted to leave have been "persuaded" to the thinking that it would be "in our families best interest to stay put". Even the most successful Captains are no longer profitable and Casino's and Burlesque houses are now the major businesses in town. Crime has grown rampant as more of us become desperate. We are all just months from complete personal and financial ruin.
I am writing you today in the hopes that with the information that has been revealed recently in these Chronicles. Combined with your own personal ties to the situation you would be able to afford us some assistance. I know this is a long-shot but we are desperate up here Mr. Stevans and you are quite literally our last option if we are to save our Town. There are a number of us who are prepared to fight as a last resort. Some of us have roots here that goes back multiple generations and I for one would rather die then see our town taken from us even more than it already has. We need leadership, someone of your reputation along with the connections you have. With that we can retake our lives. And with time and effort, be prosperous once again. We will wait no more than 2 weeks for help, after that period, we take our chances as well as our lives into our own hands and into battle. We have heard of stories in the past of your tendency to get involved in situations involving your Family and we only hope you are willing to do so one more time.
With all our hope,
John Simmons
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