Club ID

They ran through me, my memories ... The horrible memories of the past. Pit spiders crawled over my body and feasted on my flesh. Memories of guilt and shame dripped from their fangs like drool, which they used to infect me with the horrible feelings.

My body went limp from the venom that was injected into my veins. I couldn't breathe ... I couldn't feel. I was numb and my blood ran cold. I cried, I moaned and felt like dying. My hat was eaten by those damn creatures; my tie was fought over and finally consumed by the victor. I felt them, I felt their furry little bodies, crawl over me trying to find a place that had not been eaten yet.

In the past, I would have just let the spiders eat me alive. Once they were through with me, I was picked up by one of the people that inhabited the city called my brain. After awhile, I would have regained strength just long enough for one of those demons to rule over me once more. Sometimes it was nice for those spiders to pick at my pale flesh; the memories were much more less stressful than dealing with the false Night Author and his "plans" for my life.

Tongue numb from venom and throat feeling like wood, I tried to call out the name once more. "Abba ... Help ... I am in need ... I am being torn to pieces by depression ... Abba ... Can you hear me?"

The final bite came from one of the fat ones. His venom caused a memory of my youth when I spent time with my father. I struggled with fixing my motorcycle, one that he gave to me. As I struggled with the machine, my father stood in the background with some of his friends. They were laughing at me. I desperatly wanted to prove how much of a man I was, but no matter what I did, the bike wouldn't start. My father continued to laugh at me and coax the others to do the same.

"Just give up." The false Night said in my mind. "We look stupid." In the past, the false Night Author acted to have my best intentions in mind, but would quickly sound off with something negative. "They hate us because we are useless. You are useless. Just give up."

I felt my arms fill with the energy like before. My body started to let out bright streams of yellow lightening and my skin glowed with a powerful yellow light.

The spiders crawled way from me, red eyes shivering with fear from the light.

My body grew larger and larger as the light shined from my body.

"Not today! I won't give up today!" I said in a loud booming voice. I reached the height of the pit ceiling and pointed to the spiders trying to run away from me. "You eight legged freaks! How dare you take advantage of a lost soul?!" I stomped on one and then another. "You feast and prey on my spirit as though it was Christmas ham, but I promise you this piggy will fight back!"

I stomped, smashed and squashed all the spiders in my path. I cursed and spoke in the name of the Word. "My heavenly father will not allow you to prey on his child! You are nothing but a bunch of horrors in the pit of my mind!"

I grew larger and larger still. The light that beamed off my body recreated my suit and hat. I held up my hands and smashed through the ceiling. "I am The Night Author! I am Ray Homan, The Night Author! I will not give up and I will not stop! I will not hide away from this battle!" I grew taller, larger. I only stopped growing until my head touched the yellow clouds that hung over the spot I created for Red. I stepped out of the hole and let my body shrink to normal size. The yellow glow left my body and I dusted off the shoulders of my duster.

"Well now," I said with relief, "I feel so much better." I glanced around to see if Red was in the area. To my surprise, she was not. I turned to face her cabin. I formed my hand into a gun; pointing my index finger at the cabin and holding my thumb up. "If you honestly believe that I will allow you to do this to me, honey, we have to talk." A beam of energy shot from the tip of my pointing index finger and fired at the cabin, like one of those lasor guns you see in sci-fi flicks.

The cabin split down the middle and opened up; the walls flattened and trees grew out of it.

I pulled my hand gun to my lips and blew on the finger. "If any of you think that you can take over my mind again ... You are so wrong." I said outloud to myself.

I lifted my sneaker coated right foot into the air and slammed it down into the ground. As I did, a yellow tree popped up out of the ground and sprouted black leaves. After the first one, many rows of similiar trees emerged, each with yellow bark and black leaves. I watched at the haven I created for Red and myself transformed into a wooded area filled with yellow and black trees. Black vines connected the trees together and from their buds sprouted written pages filled with my stories of love and passion.

I pulled my foot out of the ground, dusted it off, and took off into the sky like a bullet released from a gun. The faster I flew, a layer of yellow light flowed around me. My duster flaped along with my tie. My body quickly disolved into a steam of yellow energy before I landed on the concrete sidewalk, where I first ran into Red. The ground cracked to my presence and the "Johns" and prostitues of my distorted mind stared at me in confusion.

With a smirk of fury, I pulled out my e-cig and took in a drag. As I blew out a large cloud of vapor, the vapor changed from white to a bright yellow. "Find Red." I said to the cloud hovering next to me. Then, leading the way like a string, the vapor stretched out and rounded the block.

I puffed on my e-cig device as I followed the yellow vapor with an angry stomp in my step. How dare another demon enter my mind? I thought over the memories of the time I shared with Red in that cabin; I kept trying to find the source of her creation, but there was none. The only conculsion I could come back to was the evidence I saw in her red eyes, she was not my creation but a demon that slithered her way into my mind and distracted me. With those memories, a fear began to seep into my mind; how many demons were there? Four? Ten? Thousands? Yet, no matter how much I wanted to ponder on the number of demons that slipped into my mind, I kept my attention on the task at hand: Getting rid of Red.

Granted, I had no knowledge of how to kill a demon, but if I was going to try to find out, she was going to be my first. If there was not going to be any good result out of my conflict with Red, the very least I could do was let her know who was in control.

The end of the vapor trail stopped at the metalic door that sat in the middle of a brick wall. The door was triangle in shape, pointed end facing down and was made of some type of grey sheet metal. It was poorly designed on purpose. I stared at the door as the vapor to my right dissolved. I searched my memories to see if I had seen this door before, or created it for some reason, yet I could not find any answer. This was a new door to me. The question was not where did this door come from, but what lay behind it; that question was the lead to a great fear.

Around my head, small yellow numbers and letters emerged out of my thinking process: Red = Demonic Seductress / Odd Sheet Metal Door + Unknown = DANGER!

I waved my hand through the floating letters and they fluttered like butterflies. Who was I to be afraid of? Who was I to fear? The answer was, a demon that could stir me enough and distract me enough that I could loose control. Even with the little control I had at the moment, I would not be a match for something like Red.

I stepped forward with stupidity and tapped on the metal door, which bounced and banged from my touch. I took a puff from my e-cig and tucked it away into my coat pocket.

The door opened into a dark abyss covered in a cloud of cigarette smoke and green lazar lights. The sound of cyber punk goth music flew out of the clouds of smoke and pounded on my ear drums. The cigarette smoke surrounded me and in cased me into a coccon of the awful tobacco smell. Without knowing it, I was pulled, coughing my lungs out, into the area behind the door.

Once I heard the door slam shut, the smoke released its grip from me and I stood in a club. I coughed and sniffed as my eyes watered.

The club was painted all black, including torn black leather furniture. In the center of the club sat a round table with a hallow center; in the center stood two men, twin like in nature. Both wore long leather coats that buttoned up to their long necks; one wore black and the other wore white. Their heads were shaved bald and heavy eyeliner sat on their eyes; the black wore white eyeliner and the white wore black eyeliner. These twins were connected at the hip, but their backs faced each other. Using their only pair of legs, the conjoined twins reached out with their long arms to the turn tables that sat around the table.

Over head in the club sat spinning lazer lights that beamed yellow, green and red lights. To each side of the room sat long bar tops, also painted black.

Next to the horrid music playing around me, there was another terror that reached my senses once my eyes became clear. The patrons of this club were dressed in all black leather, but in different mixed outfits; some in long coats where as others in thin lines of clothing. Their skin was almost the same texture as a white dolphin and, even though some had long black hair, their faces were gone! Like perfect white manicans made of dolphin skin! These horrible creatures moved slowly, danced in unison.

As I moved closer into the club, I noticed that these creatures were not just dancing. Some were cutting into their arms with straight razors, allowing black blood to ooze out of their skin. Others pulled out syringes filled with strange glowing orange liquid only to inject it into their pale necks. I saw one pulling food out of a trash bag and smearing it all over his clean face. Every so often, and I hesitate to continue this last portion, but the patrons would lower their pants to insert "themselves" into the other.

This was too much for me to bare. Everywhere I would turn, there would be these creatures conducting in strange sexual movements, cutting themselves as they did and rubbing their awful faces into the black blood.

"What is this?" I asked myself. "Hell?!"

One of the female creatures grabbed me, slid down my body and rubbed her face on my crotch!

I shoved her away. "BE GONE YOU HIDEOUS CREATURE!"

It wasn't enough, because she crawled back to me like I was a life source and tried to rip off my pants! I kicked her away and ran to the side of the dance floor. It was not unil I rounded the sid of the dance floor until I noticed a platform behind the circle table that the twins stood in. This small round platform sat above the ground and in the center sat a golden throne made of knives, sexual toys and smoking cigarettes.

There, sitting on the throne was a skeleton dressed in all leather and pair of eighties sunglasses covered his hollowed eyes. I moved closer to inspect this strange scene. I looked over the dust covered dead man and tried to piece together any memory I had about him. There was something familiar about the throne and biker wear the man wore.

"Recognize him?" Asked Red, who apparently was following me.

I turned around softly, trying to avoid any conflict. "No." I said with a smirk.

Red walked around me and stood behind the throne like chair. I turned to watch every move the witch made.

"You two probably didn't know each other when he was alive. Like like the Egos and the Super knew you." Red said.

I kept my eyes on her. "It doesn't matter who he is, because he isn't the reason why I am here."

Red gave a chuckle. "I know I know." She pulled a lit cigarette from the chair and placed it into her red lips. "You are here for me."

I watched as she puffed from the cigarette. "Yeah, sweety, I am." I pointed an authorative finger at her. "It is time for you to be gone, witch!"

Suddenly, the music stopped. I turned to see the crowd, the twins and the bartenders frozen and looking at me with their blank faces.

Red gave a chuckle. "Now why would you want to get rid of me? Why would you want your id to leave?"

Even though I was stunned by the frozen creatures that stared at me with blank white faces, I gave a glance over my shoulder. "You ... Id?"

Red slowly walked over to me and wrapped her arms around my waist as she stood behind me. She placed her chin on my right shoulder. "Well ... He was your id for the longest of time, but I drained him dry." She licked her red lips. "He was yummy."

"You drained the id?" I asked in a confused, shocked state.

Red gave a laugh. "I had to ... You weren't much to feed off of. While the other you and you were busy working to change this place, I had to get food somewhere. I couldn't catch the Super and the Egos weren't worth the fight. The id loved me being around and he loved to party."

I looked at the club of horrible creatures with a curl to my upper lip. "This is club id? This is my pleasure center? I thought it was more colorful than this?"

"It was, baby." Red said, playing with my tie. "Very colorful, if I remember correctly, but you started to find love in violence, strange sexual encounters and music that held more meaning than the Christian genre you loved as a child. You, honey, grew up."

I watched in horror as the creatures slowly walked towards us.

"I don't know what happened to you out in the woods, Ray Ray, but I want you to feel the seduction. Feel the passion. Feel the addiction." Red said before licking my right ear and whispered. "I want you to feel pleasure."

As they moved closer, the creatures began to remove their clothing. I felt Red start to unbuckle my belt.

Yes, I know this sounds weird and I know that I should continue with that I fought back, but for some reason I felt compelled to give in. My vision blurred for a moment and I felt all warm and fuzzy.

As the creatures neared me and as Red slipped my belt out of my pant loops, I saw this large bumble bee fly up to my nose. It landed right on the ridge of my nose and I crossed my eyes to see that it was wearing a small black fedora and a pair of eighties glasses like I was.

"What the hell are you doing?" The bee asked me.

"Who ... Are ... You?" I asked in a slurred state.

"Does it matter?! Dude, what are you doing?"

Yeah, what was I doing?

The bee held up two of its legs in wonder. "I saw you flying around, taking care of business and creating a better world."

"Are you common sense?" I asked the bee, who seemed to be ignoring me.

"Get back to work!" He demanded, pointing at me and fluttering his wings.

"But it feels so good." I said, drooling.

The bee gave a scoff. "Alright ... I will help you out, even if it means I die. I can't see you go out like this." He aimed his large stinger and stuck it into the ridge of my nose. Within a flash, the bee lost his color into grey, shrunk and then disappeared.

I felt a surge of pain fill my body and I was awaken from my dream like state to a herd of those awful, now nude, creatures walking up to me! My nose began to swell and grow. Using the large nose, I turned around and smacked Red right in the face.

She held her cheek as she stumbled backwards.

In a nasally heavy voice, I let out a chuckle. "This isn't going to happen, Red my dear."

Red scoffed and rubbed her cheek as her eyes glowed with fire.

My nose filled with the venom from the bee's stinger. I turned and held out my hands to the zombie like crowd. "Alright alright, enough of this! I don't know what you are and what you plan to do, but this club is shutting down right now!"

The herd kept their stride, running their hands over their bodies.

I felt a sting of pain in my nostrils and knew that a sneeze was coming on. "Stop that ..." I stammered, feeling my eyes fill with water from the powerful sneeze that was coming on. Using all my strength to lean back just enough to lift the still growing nose up, I let out a loud and heavy sneeze. "A-CHOOO!"

Even though I hated those creatures, and even though the sneeze felt good, I felt a twitch of pain as I let out a large glob of snot on a woman creature in front of me. The ... I hate to use the word snot, that flew out of my nose was oddly colored, almost rainbow like. The colors were bright and strong. As I finished the sneeze, my large nose shrunk down to normal, stubby, size. All that was left after the aftermath of that large sneeze was a multicolored snot covered creature woman frozen with her arms covering her chest.

I rubbed my nose and adjusted my glasses. "Sorry." I apologized.

The ooze did stop that one creature, but it didn't stop the others. They piled on me and within moments I was base in a giant orgy session. I wanted to vomit.

"Get off me!" I screamed as I felt the herd hump me at the same time.

The creature, covered in my multicolored snot, began to act strangely. As the ooze ran off her body, I took notice, through a little gap in the white orgy, that her skin started to take on the color of a bright pink. A heavy black outline ran across the outside of her frame and her once straight black hair became brown with heavy curls. I watched as the white, blank frame fade away into a short, plump, cartoon woman! She looked to be about fifteen years old with large blue eyes, heavy freckles and heavy curly hair. Clothing started to appear; a white t-shirt hidden under a pair of blue jean cover-alls. She placed her chubby hands on her hips and shook her Disney like head with shame.

"That ther is a darn shame." She said in a heavy southern accent.

At the very moment, I was under a herd of manikin humping and strange music, yet even then, I was amazed by the cartoon figure that stood in the place of that strange woman creature.

She bent down and scooped up some of my ... *ahem* snot and ran over to the twin djs. Then, with a child like chuckle, the young girl threw the glob on the twins.

Just like before, the snot covered the two figures and suddenly transformed them into two cartoons; one dressed in a bright yellow zoot suit with large shoulders and the other in an orange tuxedo with round specs. The orange man's skin turned brown while the other's turned bright tan, his eyes squinted into straight lines. Once the transformation was complete, they separated from the hips and jumped into the air with large smiles; joy covered their faces as they landed back down.

The man in the orange tuxedo started to sing with a strange robotic voice. "I've been locked away in a horrible dream; been trapped in a horrible part of a terrible team."

The man in the large yellow hat and yellow zoot suit started play a beat on the turn table in front of him while singing in a high pitch voice: "Started as a pure man, loved like a manikin, but now times are going to change ...."

Then a fast beat came from the heavy speakers that sat around the hallowed table. As the beat grew heavier and faster, strange rainbow ooze began to pour out of the speakers and ran onto the floor. This ooze ran up everything, the walls, the ceiling and even the bartops. I watched as the ooze ran over myself and the humping herd. I closed my eyes and held my breath as I was drowned in the strange rainbow.

As soon as I was pulled into the ooze, I felt free from it and the herd as well. I opened my mouth to take in a gasp and opened my eyes and ... What I saw ...

The room was larger and looked like a cartoon version of some kind of club that would existed in the early fifties. White pearl like walls with lights that eliminated the room with a blue tint. Statues protruded from the walls in the form of yours truly, dressed in different outfits and positioned in different ways.

In the center of the room sat a giant water fall, the yellow marble base of this water fall was in the shape of my logo with yellow lights shining through the water.

Everyone was a cartoon, everything was cartoon like ... Even me. I stared at my hands to see that they had transformed into a three finger palm with a heavy chubby look. I pushed myself off the ground and noticed that I was in the middle of a pearl like stage. In the center of the stage stood a single metal microphone and behind me was an orchestra of cartoon men and women dressed in yellow and black along with black fedoras and black sunshades. A band leader, dressed in the same attire, waved a wand in front of the group as they played a light jazz music.

I looked around and saw many cartoon characters, each different in size and style. I felt like I had stumbled into a cartoon mixed with both edgy adult cartoons and Disney like cartoons.

I dusted off my long coat and shook my head. "Strange turn of events."

Suddenly, I was squished between the man in the orange suit and the man in the yellow zoot suit.

"We missed you, man." Said the man in the zoot suit.

"Ditto to that." Hummed the electronic voice of the man in the orange suit.

I tried to speak, but my face was smushed too much to where only mumbles escaped my cartoon mouth.

The two moved around me and took both my hands in a shake. The shake was so hard, my body bounced up and down. "Who ... Are ... Are ... You ...?" I asked in a stammer as my mouth slammed against itself.

The two djs stopped shaking my hands and released me from the vibration to stand side by side; with their large cartoon thumbs, the two pointed to the other's chest.

"He is Jimmy." The man in the yellow zoot suit introduced the orange man.

"He is Jack." The electronic voice speaking man said, introducing the man in the zoot suit.

With a nod, the two crossed their arms over the other's shoulder and smiled at me.

My glasses sat crooked on my face, but I tipped the front of my hat to them and adjusted my glasses. "I am Ray."

With a fluid movement, the yellow zoot suit man, the one called Jack, leaned right into my face. I leaned back from the movement with a grin.

"You mean The Night Author." He said with a sparkle on his cartoon white teeth.

I shrugged. "The other one."

"The beeetttterrr one." Sang the orange wearing Jimmy.

"The dead one!" Screamed Red from behind me.

I turned and both I and Jimmy and Jack stood together, staring at the realistic Red. Her eyes glowed with a passionate fire red and her sharp snake like teeth snarled at us.

"You little worm!" She shrilled. "I will kill you and eat your bones!"

I slowly walked back into the two men.

"She is going to drain us." Said Jack.

"Like the id." Sand Jimmy.

"Chill guys." I said, trying to sound confident. "This witch is in my play ground now." I slowly lifted my right hand and snapped my fingers.

Suddenly, a black hole emerged just under Red and sucked her inside!

I clapped my hands and the hole closed. I stared at my hands in shock. "Did not know I could do that."

Red was gone, but not for good. She was still out there and at that time I had little knowledge of why letting her go was going to start a hell storm in my mind.

--Night

　

　

The Tale of Red

I stepped out of the Logic Court and onto the fresh fake grass. I bounced like most of the Egos in my head. As I moved into the world of the city called my mind, I noticed something rather strange happening. The clouds were thinning.

Given the outside chance, I would have suspected that Rage had dulled down his factory's clouds, however that wasn't what was at play here. Something was happening to the clouds, but I knew not what was causing it.

The clouds, as I said, were thinning. Before, they loomed over with a heavy grey and brought darkness over the concrete areas of my mind. Now, they loomed over with a strange yellow tint, mixed in some black clouds. To add, the rain had stopped altogether.

I wasn't sure if this sudden change to weather was due to what I was doing, or if it was just a change in nature. Either way, I still had to continue my mission further into my mind to reach the super army of the super ego.

My square hand reached into the block pants. There I found my electronic cigarette. I pushed the blue button and the chrome tip shot out a cloud of smoke which covered my entire body. I took in a deep breath, inhaling the cloud of vapor. As the cloud disappeared, my form had returned, in dry clothes that is. My hat, tie, pants and blue shirt had returned along with my black duster. I blew the vapor out of my nostrils and took in a few more puffs from the electronic cigarette.

I walked and puffed at the same time. For just a moment, I decided to waltz through the area without flying. I needed a moment to gather my thoughts after seeing my double self.

It was strange how he didn't recognize me, even in the form of an Ego. In the past, it mattered not what I used my imagination to look like; he would could find me anywhere. I hid in my make believe Club Red for only a few minutes before he found me again to cook up some story that he could take credit for.

Could it have been that he had lost his touch? Even though that was in the remote of possibilities, I had this sense that there was a good chance that he didn't recognize me at all. Something had changed me and he couldn't place who I was anymore.

I became so deep in memory before I realized that I had entered the portion of the city that held most of the prostitues of my mind. I had to remark how damn tired I was to see these wonderful women that existed in my outside world, selling themselves to versions of myself walking around. One in particular was a pretty little red head that seemed to be vaguely familiar, but I could not place her face.

She stood slender and tall. Her hair was the bright shade of red, like an autumn leaf. Her eyes were a bright blue and her skin was very fair. Dark shades of makeup sat around her eyes and a thick layer of red lipstick sat on her sensual lips. She wasn't dressed like the others; she was proper, dressed in a black gown with opera gloves made of black silk. Around her neck sat a long red silk scarf and her feet were covered in lush red pumps.

As I walked passed, puffing on my electronic cigarette, I heard her sweet voice call out to me. "Well, if it isn't The Night Author. Tell me, what can I do for a sexy man like yourself?"

Ignorant to the call and reminder that I didn't look like myself, I shrugged. "Nothing you can offer, stranger."

Before I knew it, the red scarf had wrapped itself around my neck! Like a caught fish, I was reeled in and I stood eye to eye to the woman.

She smiled with pearly white teeth. "Who are you?"

The brim of my hat folded on her forehead and my shades slid down my nose to where I could look over them at her. "Um ... The Night Author of course."

She gave a low chuckle. "I know Night boy, and you are not him. You are someone else ... Someone I know."

Using the tip of her right index finger, the woman slid my glasses off my face and let them fall onto the ground. "I know you ... You are the creator."

I had been found out, but instead of unmasking myself, I decided to continue my charade; however I did it poorly. "Uh huh." I said with a shake to my head and look of child like stupidity, like a child caught with his hand in the cookie jar.

Before I knew it, the woman had planted a red wet one on my lips. I must say, those lips tasted sweeter than any chocolate that I have ever eaten.

"Ray." She said in a seductive voice. "What brought you out of your cardboard box in the middle of the woods?"

With red lipstick smeared on my face, I tried to push myself away from her. "I am certain I don't know who you are, witch, but I am certain that you are invading my personal space."

Her scarf released me and I landed on my butt on the cold concrete, just beside my glasses.

The woman gave a chuckle. "If I remember correctly, you didn't mind me getting in your space."

I picked up my glasses and myself. As I slid on my glasses, I gave the woman a smirk and tried to continue on my merry way. "Well, if I find this Ray you speak of, I'll let him know that ... What was your name again?"

"I didn't give it and I don't have one." She winked.

That flutter. That eye. Oh God, I remembered who she was at that very moment ... She was the first woman that I crushed over. Some popstar mixed in with a few actresses. At the age of fifteen, she was the perfect woman and to admit that she was, still was brought shame to my heart.

In the early years, this ... Let's call her Red, was all I ever wanted in a woman. In times of trouble, she would appear in my mind to calm me ... To seduce me. I created a home for us in the country, by a lake and the weather was always spring. At first, all seemed fine. As time rolled into my adult years, I felt her tug at my heart and remind me of what the "perfect woman" was. I would become confused as she would whisper in my ear and tell me how a woman in the real world was not enough woman for a young man like myself. She would persuade me into believing a woman just like her would be enough. It was a good theory, but the problem was there was no such perfect woman; any woman I would conjure up in my mind was more perfect than the real thing.

My body became stiff and I lost all words as I looked at Red. "Oh ... Um ... Sorry, I didn't recognize you."

Red smiled and leaned close to my face; her body moved as though it were made of yarn or some kind of fabric. "I guess I can say the same about you. You seem thinner and taller than I remember." She gave a seductive chuckle. "And I assume you have been out in the sun. I guess camping in the woods all this time can expose you to a healthy tan."

She was up to something, I felt it. I was at a great advantage when I encountered people like her; she was in my mind, thinking thoughts in there, which meant that I could feel something was up. However, my disadvantage was that I created everyone in my mind with their own will and I lost the power of knowing exactly what was going through their minds.

I shrugged. "I guess I have been getting a tan here lately." I tipped my hat with my index finger and thumb. "Good day to you." Turned and tried to walk away. I wasn't sure what side, if any, she was on at the moment. Sure, she swore allegiance to myself, but I am certain that Red would have switched give the opportunity.

As I walked away from the "perfect" woman, I felt my body become wrapped up in a silk scarf. Within a flash, I was mummified in red silk, all the way up to the tip of my hat!

I struggled in the trap, but could not manage to free myself.

"Where do you think you are going sugar?" She asked, and if I could guess, standing by my right side. "We are going to have fun, you and I. We need to catch up on old times."

Red wasn't always the type to side with anyone beside herself, which gave me confidence that she was not going to take me to the false Night Author. However, because I had forgotten what Red was, I wasn't certain what exactly she was going to do with me.

Stuck in between fear and seduction, my worries bounced back and forth as she carried me wrapped like a Christmas present. I felt my body being lifted into the air and I floated across time itself. Over a few moments of time, I felt my floating stop and once again I rested on my feet.

"Welcome home, lover." Red said.

The scarf quickly removed itself from my eyes. Like a pull string to a machine pully, I spun around like one of those cartoons you see once wrapped in string and then spinning in a tornado after the string was pulled quickly away. I stopped myself and held out my hands in front of me. My hat lifted off my head and continued to spin into the air. My eyes rolled behind my crooked glasses. Finally, I shook my head to steady my eyes and my hat landed on my head backwards.

I adjusted my sun shades and stared at my whereabouts. After all the fears I had about the capture and the possibilities of my future, I did not expect this to happen. Sliding my hat forward, I stared at the lake side cabin I had made in the romantic corner of my mind. It sat in a green forrest, lit up by a golden light. From the pages of a fairy tale, this little piece of my mind stood out to me.

Red walked around me to face me. "Remember our little place?" She folded her arms behind her like a school girl flirting with a cute boy.

I nodded, unamused by the spot. "Yes, yes, I remember."

Red gave me a pout. "You don't look all to happy, baby."

Being away from the members of my mind and becoming homeless, I had lost the lust that I held in my heart for so long. My younger person would have blushed at the very idea of this woman flirting with me, but my present self cared less of the imaginative "perfect" woman and the romantic spot I created for her.

"Listen, Red..." I started.

Red became excited, clapping her hands and jumping around. "Is that my name?!"

I stopped for a moment and then shrugged. "Sure ... Uh, listen." I continued, talking with my hands and pointing. "I know what we had between us, but you have to understand, things have changed. I am different now."

Her excitement left her face and was replaced by a grim expression that chilled me to the bone.

I continued. "Even though I know we had something special, I have come to realize that I don't need an idea of the perfect woman. To be completely honest with you, you are kind of smothering. I want to be with a real woman, not a cheap immitation." I paused for a moment to see if she was listening to me.

Like a grave stone, the woman's face did not move and a pale color filled her skin.

As the idiot I am, I continued with my explanation. "So, no hard feelings are anything. I know we can still be friends." I shoved my open palm out to her for a shake and a large smile came across my face.

Her eyes glanced to my palm and then slid back to focus on my smiling face. "Who are you replacing me with?" She asked in an almost perfect robotic voice, I felt that Peter Weller would have been jealous.

I lowered my hand and shrugged. "No one yet, but ... But I have to keep my options open. See, if I keep up the idea that there is a perfect woman, just like you, out there, I would be searching until I die. Instead, I have come to terms with the very knowledge that I am not the match maker here; my match shall be conducted by Abba himself."

A shadow covered her face and eyes, one not caused by the atmosphere. "You are placing your romantic love life in the hands of something you cannot see?" She asked in a more angier tone.

I shook my hand and waved my hands. "Oh come on now, don't be sore." I smirked. "And to be very honest with you, you don't exist. Granted, I know I cannot see God, but I know he exists at the least."

Her hands squeezed into fists of rage and that scarf of her's began to flap wildly like a snake ready to strike. "You ... Deny ... ME?!"

I shook my head and pulled out my e-cig. "Don't go Stephen King on me, baby. What we had was not even real. I created you and this little spot because I was alone." I puffed on my electronic device, hoping to look confident in my decision. There was a part of me that wanted to give in, but I knew better than to give into my addiction.

Her scarf stopped and she relaxed her fists. The shadow disappeared and her face returned to the happy one that I saw earlier ... Which was more frightening than the grim look she had. "You honestly believe anyone can love you other than me? Look at you." She pointed at every article of clothing, my weight and pointed out how bald I was. I think the list went on and on, but I stopped caring after the 'Bald like a baby' comment.

"There isn't a woman in this world that would love a creature like you, Ray." She said with a sneer.

"Gee, someone is a sore loser." I said before puffing on my electronic cigarette. "I could have the option of getting rid of you, but I didn't."

She pointed a slender finger at me and leaned into my face. "You can't get rid of me ... You don't have the power anymore."

There was only one person that knew I wasn't up to strength in controling my own mind and that was the false Night. Since Red had intel on the matter, that told me who she was seeing on the side.

I blew some vapor in her face and chuckled. "Well now, I see you have been cheating on me, my sweet."

She backed away with a cat like hiss. "Cheating is nothing when you are dating a better version of your lover."

"You do realize what you just said made no sense. If you are implying that he is a better version of me, then you are wrong. He is like you ... Nothing but a cheap immitation of something real."

I wish, oh how I wish, that I could finish this entry with, 'So then I blew out more vapor and the woman disappeared.' However, I was not powerful enough yet and the end to this portion stalled further performance on cleaning up the city called my mind.

I felt the ground cave in on me and I slipped through a hole in the ground! I landed with a thud in a cold dark cave.

"Ow!" I said, feeling the sting of pain in my left ankle and the bruising on my left butt cheek.

"You, the so-called Night Author, creator of this world, have lost all your power. You are now in the strength of those you have created." Red called out to me from the bright hole above me.

I picked up my fallen e-cig and stood up, limping of course. My eyes turned to the woman above me. "Oh what now? You are going to trap me here and keep me for yourself? I'll break out some time."

The moment I said that, I damned my mouth. The hole began to close shut. As the woman began to disappear into darkness, I saw her smile. Sharp teeth had replaced her nice pearly white ones and pair of red eyes gleamed at me. It was then that I realized her true form. Of course I assumed at first that she was merely a factor of my imagination, but what I saw forced me to realize that Red was not just a figment, but an actual demon!

"Crap." I said under my breath. I pointed a finger to a spot in front of me in the pitch black darkness and created a yellow tinted drill out of thin air. I then waved my pointed finger to the black ceiling above me. The drill started and tried to cut through the ground above me, but it was not powerful enough.

I clapped my hands and rubbed them together. "Okay, time to get to work." I took in a deep breath and conjured up an extra motor on the machine and doubled the drill in size! "COME ON!" I yelled, forcing the machine to work faster and harder.

It was working! The drill poked a tiny little white hole in the ground. I forced it to work harder, but as I did so, I felt a sharp pain in my right foot. Suddenly, my concentration was interupted by a thought ... A memory.

The flash of memory was that of a young woman that I crushed over in high school. She and I were good friends and as I managed to gain the courage to ask her out, I discovered that she was dating another man, who treated her with disrespect. I did ask her out again, but she told me that I was only a nice guy and she didn't dig nice guys.

Even though the memory was acient and could not effect the current man in the hat, I felt a sudden saddness fill my heart. I tried to shake it off and went back to work, but then another sharp pain was felt in my left shoulder, and followed was another horrible memory of guilt in my past.

The drill disappeared as the memory faded.

"What is this?!" I said, converting my sun shades into a pair of night vision goggles. Using the yellow tinted goggles, I looked at my surroundings to search for the cause of these flash of memories. What I found sent chills up my spine.

Surrounding me were thousands upon thousands of horrible, fat rounded, black, red eyed spiders! Each with drool dripping from their fangs, ready for another bite of my flesh!

One attacked my left leg and the other attacked my stomach. Before I knew it I was in a flood of spiders and forced into a world of horrible memories that held guilt, shame and saddness. I knew it then ... I was in the pit of depression.

The Block Heads Of Logic

The Court of Logic, the capitol of the logic center of my brain. At one point in time, it was the most powerful building of the city. There, daily courtroom sessions would occur; a random thought would be brought forth to the set of judges ... The Egos.

Now, regarding Freud's theories, The Ego is designed to be the logical focal point of the process that happens in the brain. In most cases, the Ego is represented as a singular entity, however in my brain it is a system of block like men and women dressed in grey suits, black suits and judge uniforms. The greys, as they were called, brought forth information. The men in black debated about the information. Finally, the judges called a final verdict. In some way, this court system worked like a stock trade; blockish men and women fought and yelled over buzzers and hammers.

The block building was made with sturdy brick and metal. Even though it was one floor, the building was large and square in nature. No windows existed in the court. The ground was made of cheap immitation grass, mostly plastic. No trees stood around the perfectly square building.

I flew through the rain and landed just outside the door. There, hanging above the black reflected glass door was a flag pole that extended out. Hanging from the flag pole was the black and yellow logo that my false self and I created. It sat soaked in the rain that I had caused from the previous fight with Rage.

My hat and clothing had also been soaked, I had to change, which was more of a blessing than a curse. If I, Ray Homan dressed as The Night Author, walked into the block system, I would have caused a stir. I already had a feeling that the Egos were in an uproar and a the verge of exploding, as Egos do when they are stressed. If I walked into the building looking like my false self, the entire building could have exploded and I would be to blame for the damage caused in the real world.

Unlike my false self, I had the gift of imagination. In the world my brain existed, it was a sense of control I had over things in my head. Granted, I had lost the use of this power in the earlier days, but after that serge of energy from Abba, I knew then that I could control the power of imagination a little more than I used to.

I created, from my concentration, a square box of yellow light that ran down my body like a scanner. My hat disappeared; my round shape became square with pixelation. My blue shirt turned purple and my tie remained black. My slacks and newly acquired suit jacket turned grey. The grand finish was a pair of pixelated reading glasses to replace my sun shades.

With a skip to my walk, I bounced inside this system. I was unaware what I was about to walk into, however I knew without a shadow of doubt that my Egos were in a rush trying to pass the new laws my false self was pushing.

Sure enough, I walked into a chaotic situation. The courtroom was filled with all sorts of scattered papers and block men and women body parts. Egos were exploding left and right of me as I entered the square courtroom lined with the yellow and black logo.

"Should we wear a red shirt today?" Asked one of the greys to my right.

Two men in black jumped into the arguement without question.

"Red is the sign of evil." Said one in a monotoned voice.

"Red goes good in the fall." Suggested the other.

Back and forth, the two went at it. After a moment, a judge pointed his gavel at the two. "Red shirt it is."

Was this what they were really deciding? What colored shirt my outward body should be wearing? Seemed too much of a little problem for the Egos to decide.

That was one situation, over the entire building, Egos fought against each other and judges would swoop in to give out a verdict.

"Is that woman looking at us to date?"

"Are we too fat?"

"Should we be kind to that elderly man sitting next to us?"

Back and forth these meaningless questions would come from the fast moving greys. It was very interesting to see how the Egos worked. I had never seen them work like this.

"Should we write poetry?"

"Should we shape up for fame?"

"How do we get fame?"

"What is fame?"

"Why are they more famous than us?"

"Will anyone like us?"

"Why does anyone like us?"

When these questions came in by the dozens, I noticed there were much more exploding from the Egos than before. These were the questions that caused them to explode because there was no answer. There was no final verdict.

"Why is our head too big?"

"Are people making fun of us because our head is too big?"

These questions were designed to distract the Egos from asking something important like, "What can I do to make someone smile?" They were too many questions that could not be answered and thus they were distracting the Egos, causing them to explode.

As I made this conclusion, the room went dim for a couple of minutes. As the lights dimmed, a black fog emerged in the middle of the scattered papered room. The fog swirled and then formed into ... Him!

It was he ... I mean me ... Well the false me that is. Standing six feet tall, glamorized by the solid black talored suit complete with expensive red tie. His black fedora was perfect, no dirt or dust covered his like mine. His shades were expensive, but there was something different about them. At one point in time, his shades were a perfect version of my own eighties square ones, but now they were designed with complex angles. His goatee was perfect and in his lips was a cigarette.

The Egos stopped and circled him. I approached at the same speed as to not cause any suspicion.

"Greetings, Egos." He said with a sinister charm. "I have come to export a decision made without your consent. The logo ... It has been changed."

The pixelated logos hanging on the walls turned black and red text appeared with two letters: N A. These letters weaved into each other perfectly with a cursive font.

He smiled with his sharp teeth exposed to the dim light. "We are no longer writing books, because we all know that being an author is not working out for us. From now on, our fame is in video."

Video recording? Did he mean vlogging? Although I saw the fun in the vlogs, I never thought of them as a main course to our being. We were an author, not some kind of vlogger.

He gave a sinister laugh. "We need to find the means to make our vlogs more powerful, more funnier and more sexier. Find those means and get back to me. That is all."

His horrible frame disappeared into a fog and the room lit up again.

Now the Egos were exploding around me. They knew the stress that went into my vlogs. We had to cover title, meaning and what the vlog was about. Since we lacked the money to pay for actors or special equipment, the vlogs would ever be me sitting in front of a camera phone, feeling like an idiot. However, the Egos were not interested in my feelings. They had to go by hard facts.

The false Night knew they were not able to go against my intent talent. They knew they could not change my point of view over night. This was going to cause stress and distraction. Along with Rage's clouds of confusion and the stress the Egos felt, chaos would reign!

I slid forward like the other cubical informants. "Why have a vlog?" I asked.

Two men in black suits slid infront of each other.

"A vlog is intended to be a video log."

"A vlog is intended to be a means to get famous."

The judge slid in. "A vlog is intended to be a means to get famous."

I lost that case.

"Where is the word Author in a vlog?"

Two slid up.

"Author is used as a nick name for the vlogger."

"The vlog can be used to promote the author's books."

The judge slid in.

"The vlog can be used to promote the author's books."

I won! However, it was not enough. There was too many of other informants and not enough of me. I charged my power and used another square yellow scanner to make duplicates of myself. Together we asked the questions:

"Should there be a deeper meaning to the vlogs?"

"Why is the logo so plain?"

"Aren't we an author and not an actor?"

More and more the Egos exploded, but using my power of imagination, I reversed their explosion and created two more in their place. With a little tweek here and there, I re-created them to answer what I wanted them to answer.

Three cases won out of thirty. Not enough.

"Shouldn't The Night Author stand for something?"

"Why is fame so important?"

"What is The Night Author?"

They exploded, I reversed them into completion and created more. More in my likeness and more powerful.

Twenty cases won out of thirty.

"What is the basic instinct we have?"

"How does The Night Author pertain to God?"

"Can we inspire others to follow in our footsteps?"

Thirty cases won in my favor out of thirty. Time to ask the last qustion.

I slid forward and changed my outfit from grey to black. I faced my opponent.

A grey slid forward. "Should we keep the old logo?"

"The new one is sleak and sexy."

"The old one is unique and us."

"The new one is bold without care."

"The old one stands for something."

"The new one will replace our old self with a famous new one."

"The old one is ... And shall ever be the mark of The Night Author."

The judge slid in.

"The old one is ... And shall ever be the mark of The Night Author."

The black logos faded into pixelation and the old yellow and black logo emerged.

I wanted to smile, but my pixelated face wouldn't allow it. Instead, I made another grey asked a question that would cause a fight worth fighting for.

"What use is the demon?"

I stood my ground in front of a new opponent.

"The demon is useless."

"The demon is distracting us."

"The demon wants total destruction."

"The demon wants us to hate ourselves."

The judge slid in.

"The demon is useless."

I had started something rather amusing and life changing.

I charged up my engergy in my left hand and let out a stream of yellow light that passed through each grey, man in black and judge. With them connected, I fueled them with passion and care for true logic. Their outfits changed from grey, black and white into yellow and black. No longer will there be a level of command. Everyone will be equal.

"The demon shall fall." They all said together. "The Night Author will stand for united. The Night Author shall be human. The Night Author is just and The Night Author stands for peace."

The once broken Egos rose and became like the others.

We all said together. "Life in darkness needs a light. The Night Author will be the beacon in the darkness. We will be the Night Light."

I gave a digital laugh. The Egos were once again on my side. If the demon got word of this, he would be angry. I needed someone more powerful than logic by my side. I needed an army to face his army of deciving witches and charmers. I needed the Super Ego.

--Night

　

The Factory of Rage

I flew through the cloudy city of my mind. The brim of my black, dirty fedora waved and my tie fluttered around me as I zoomed in and out of grey clouds. My targeted area was that of the central control center of my brain, which was ran by my over calculating ego. I knew he could give the city a boost of logic if I could find him. There was a great percentage that he still rested in his place of work, because my ego was designed for logic and order; without them, he would just fall a part. True, my brain had been corrupted, but there was still an order to things and the ego was keeping them controled his filing system.

On my way there, I glanced down to the factory that rested under me. It was the source for all the clouds and fog. The chimenys that held great flame let out bursts of dark clouds. This factory was ran by one mongol, Rage.

Rage had a great influence on my city, he was controlling it with his heavy fog. Granted, he never left his factory to cause havoc in my mind, but his factory did prevent me to see further into the future and stopped all further production in my brain.

I knew I wasn't ready to take him on. I knew that I could not handle dealing with my rage at the moment because I had just taken on the task of cleaning up my city. Yet, I was forced to do so.

As I flew over the factory, just over one of the tallest chimenys in the center of the factory, a large cloud of smoke flew up from the barrel and I was caught in the middle of a blinding distraction. I could not control my flight and as the fog began to clear from my eyes, I noticed that I was flying head first into a brick wall! I tried to stop myself, but my reaction was too late. I slammed into the wall and fell all the way down to the center of the factory. I landed on the concrete ground like a home run baseball, hitting the ground with a thud, skipped and then rolled. Finally, I laid flat on my stomach, glasses crooked and my hat folded.

"Well, look what we got here." Rage said as he walked over to me.

Rage, like the demon, looked almost like me, save for the fact that he was enormous in height as well as width. The polite term to describe his size is obesse, but lets call him large for the save fact. He was balding, like nature intended. His four layered chin bounced as he hobbled over to me. Dressed in his usual, tanned button up shirt covered with spit tobacco stains and dirty blue jean over alls, the man spat out a large wad of spit tobacco onto the ground, near my face.

"Haven't seen you around in a long time, Night." He said in a grumbling voice. "What brings you to my factory?"

I realized, by his tone of voice, he had not put two and two together yet; he didn't realize that I was not the "Night" he was looking for. I could have perdicted this very easily, because Rage wasn't the brightest in the city.

I pushed myself up, shaped my hat and adjusted my glasses. "I was distracted by one of your fits of clouds." I said in a annoyed manner. I wasn't sure if I was trying to pretend to be like my demon self, or that I was actually annoyed by the cloud.

He swished his tobacco from one side of his lower lip to the other, a little bit of it oozed of the corners of his mouth; made me gag just a little.

"Something looks different about you." He said in his usual ignorant southern tinted voice. "Somthing strange."

I gave a nervous smile, because I didn't want to tangle with him just yet. I had to buy time. "Oh really. Perhaps it is my dirty clothes from your fog."

He smirked. "You remind me of someone I met a long time ago. Someone that I beat down." He smacked on fist into the other palm. "Like that kid, Ray."

I gave a smile and chuckled. "Now why would he enter your factory of anger, Rage? He is too scared of you." I gave him a point. "You did give him quiet a beating."

He looked at me with intense confusion, like a dog to a high pitch noise. "You seem to happy. What is going on?"

"Too happy?" I knew something was off. The demon self barely showed any emotion, unless someone was hurting or sad, which would bring out the laughter out of him in floods. "Do I seem to much to be so?" I charged up my yellow lightening and started to take flight. "Time that I take off, Rage." I tried to remain serious as I could.

As my feet rose just to his eye level, I felt his large hand grabbed my leg. It was then that I knew I was done for.

"Hold up! I know you!" He growled.

Immediatly, I was pulled down, slammed on the ground and thrown to the side. The blows caused my head to stir in a daze.

Rage marched his fat body over towards me. "You are that little piss ant kid!"

I tried to push myself up, but it was no use. Rage pounced on me like a lion to a zebra. I was pinned down, almost crushed by his weight. Blow after blow, Rage bounded his fists into my head. I felt my body sink deeper and deeper into the concrete.

"I thought I told you to get back to that little corner of the city!?" He reminded me. "You are not welcomed here you spineless twirp." Over and over, he continued to call me names that were used in my youth. Words like useless, trouble and annoying. It was not until he reached the phrase, "Just give up you little shit," that I was reminded of something.

All my life I had been told just to give up, regardless of what name came after. No longer would I fall under his mighty fists. No longer will I allow my Rage to get the best of me. I stood for hope. I stood for honor. I stood for mercy.

I felt my body let out some of the power used for flight. It was enough to shock him off my back. With a loud thud, I heard that fat body of Rage slam against the concrete behind me. I pushed myself up, feeling the power surge throughout my body. "Enough." I said in a bold voice.

Rage looked at me with a large scowl.

"You have beaten me down before and clouded this mind with your fog." I felt the lightening shoot out of my body. Like fingers, the streams of power reached through every crack of the concrete fortress and broke through the water pipes of the anger factory. The water flooded the fires of the factory, causing clouds of steam to rise through the chimenys. As the steam heavy dark clouds above, heavy rain started to fall and covered the city.

Soaked in rain water, Rage glared at me with passion. "What did you do?"

I gave him a smile as the electricity from my body stopped. "It isn't what I have done, it is what I am going to do." I slowly walked over to him with a boyish grin. "I am going to clean up this city, Rage. Whether you like it or not."

He bursted into laughter. "You think you can take down the real Night Author? You think, a little twirp like you, can destroy a demon?"

I gave him a shrug, because that was all I could do. "I have to try what you failed at doing, Rage. Think of it, your factory used to power this city with focus and strength, but now it just flows with only clouds of confusion. You are caught in a circle. It is time for you to be put to good use."

Rage waved his hand to me and scoffed. "I ain't working for you or the other guy."

I tipped my hat to him. "Yes, but you are also not going to continue causing clouds of confusion in this city. It is either you work for a reason, or not work at all."

"Says who?" He asked, ready for another fight.

I let my body float higher. "Says the real Night Author, Rage. He might have you fooled into believing he is the real me, but all he wants to is to destroy you along with everyone else. I am going to change that."

He laughed. "What are you? A saint? Why would you save something like me, a guy that has been beating you down for years."

I shrugged before I flew away. "I only let you beat me down, but I do realize the potiential you have to powering this city. Rebuild your factory and when I return, you and I will figure out a way for you to power the city."

I left him scratching his head and I left with the realization that if I was powerful enough to stop Rage, then I was more powerful than I first thought.

If ego was going to join me, and at some point I gain the strength of the other two, there was a good chance that my demon self was going to fall. For the first time in his life, the false Night was going to fall.

--Night

The First Target

My old wardrobe had been taken away. My home was burned to the ground. All these things, I couldn't blame him for. I did this to myself; all he did was suggest what would be a "good idea." I still can hear his lizard like voice say cheap one liners like that.

Living on the street had done a number on my physical appearance. My hair had grown out and my face was burried in a bushy red beard. I still had the clothing that I gained when I was a teen, and they were growing too short for me. If I were to fight this demon version of myself, I needed to shape up.

Although I hate the idea of stealing, I had some comfort in stealing items that existed in my own mind. This city that had grown in my brain was just a bone yard of retail stores and grocery stores. All were created for some story that I created, which meant I was familiar to them.

The particular store I stumbled upon existed in my story of Club Red. Ironically, it was the first story he and I wrote together. By wrote together, I mean I wrote it and he took the credit. It was just another spare thought of a store that I left behind.

I broke the glass to the store and entered.

Everything in the store was covered in a thick layer of dust. The clothing was half molded and the items in the store were nameless because I did not feel the need to create names for products in a store who was just a background layout.

I got to work immediatly. I grabbed some razors and shaved. I shaved my head and my face, saving a little room on my lip and chin for a goatee. Then, I pulled my dirt covered child clothing off. I took a little quick bath in the bathroom sink. For a moment, I glanced in the mirror and studied the appearance. Unlike the other, I was human looking. He looked more pale and colder, where as I was more pink and warm.

There were always subtle differences between us. Naturally, he posed my likeness to avoid attention in my mind, but he could not look entirely like me. I was larger, more stocky. He was thin and perfect in the way media believes in perfection. I had dark brown eyes and had odd shaped teeth. He had yellow eyes and white teeth that would make any celebrity cry. Other than the obvious, he and I looked almost exactly the same. That was the idea. He had to look like me to trust him and for others that inhabited my mind to trust him.

After my glance into the broken mirror, I studied myself for a moment. Something had changed, other than my adult face. Something was different in my expression. I was stronger looking. I seemed less weak than I did when this first started.

I took advantage of the empty store, taking clothing like black slacks, a blue button up shirt and a black tie. I found a pair of eighties glasses and a black fedora. The last touch to my outfit was the red and black feather that would sit in my band on my hat, which I gained from a feather duster. I put these items on and stood in front of the mirror to make sure everything was on right. Again, there were differences. My hat was slightly dirty and old; my tie was cheap and my shirt held some pats of dust, however I looked the part. I slowly slipped on the glasses and stared into the mirror.

If he dared to take my look, I shall take his. I will mimic him to stroll through my mind, which held many characters hunting me down.

As I walked out of the store, I grabbed two other things that would aid me in my war against him. A black duster that ran down to my ankles. Finally, an electronic cigarette. Granted, I knew he smoked real cigarettes, but I had come to like the taste and feeling of the vapor in electronic cigarettes.
I slipped on my sneakers and walked out into the world, not as my old self, but as a new being.
My shaded eyes turned to the cloud covered skies. The large masses of grey and black morphed and changed. I closed my eyes tightly.

"Hear me, Father, I go into war with my mind! I am ready to come into being! I will rage war with those that turned me into this monster you see before you! I will save the city called my brain and clean it up! As it will be in here, it will be in the real world! This city will stand for purity and for you! It will serve only one master, you! I will only serve one master, you!" I lifted my hands to the sky. "Abba! All I ask is enough power to fight him back! All I ask is enough strength to stand against him! All I ask is for you to grant me one last chance to set things right!"

A thunder rolled through the clouds. Something was stirring. The wind grew harsher and pushed the clouds. As I opened my eyes, I saw a thick streak of yellow lightening cross the sky, followed by another. Another yellow streak of lightening struck and flew down towards me. I closed my eyes and smiled. He had answered my prayers. I was suddenly filled with a flood of emotion and memories. My body felt stronger and my mind felt wiser. I opened my eyes and held out my arms. My body took flight, first in a fast float and then into a fast stream through the air, towards the upper portion of the city in my mind.

Time was about to change, because the original was going to strike like lightening and his voice will sound like the thunder. No longer will I fall ill to the suggestions of a demon. No longer will this city stand in the bold memory of the torture I put it through. It was time for The Night Author to fall by the hands of Ray Homan, the true Night Author. Yet, before I could rage war with him, I needed to gain more power and needed to gain aid.

I knew that he had silenced them for all these years to make me numb to the world on the outside. In someway, many said that they were dead. However, I knew that if I still existed, then they still lived. The ego's capitol had been shut down years prior to the present. If I knew anything about him, he would remain in his building of knowledge, continuing to straighten what had been disfigured. The super-ego was rumored to be dead and I lacked any knowledge of his where abouts. If I were to find the super-ego, I would need to gain aid in the logic department from the ego.

The id, as I knew him in the past, would have chased the coat tail of the demon that looked like me. I knew what he had to offer was exactly what the id wanted for many years: fame, glory, sex, food and other primal instincts. Yet, I also knew the id knew better than to trust a man like The Night Author.

The id would have hid in the back corners of my mind. His flamboyant personality was something I needed, but not yet.

I needed knowledge. I need wisedom. I needed control. I needed the ego and he was my first target.

--Night

The Real Night Author

The darkness fell over my mind when my thoughts switched from childhood moments to adult fears. It took corruption over me and stirred a rage that I could not tame or control. I was living in a world of fear of when I would eventually explode.

The world had changed in my mind and I was still a fearful child. I wondered the cold concrete streets of my brain in the city of the frontal lobe. I encountered the horrid sexual deviant corner filled with kind women who became an idol of my sexual desire and my mind had transformed them into prostitutes craving for a man's affection.

I strolled into the next city over in which I witnessed a man killing another man in cold blood, merely over a disagreement. I knew it as one of my many violent fantasies and that man, whoever he was in the past, was not the only I dreamed to kill. There were many. Some had the faces of my father, or step-father for that matter. Some were women, children and I even thought of killing a pet or two.

Dressed in my tattered clothing, I continued to walk the streets of the city called my brain. The Ego once ran as mayor, but disappeared due to my alter ego. This city ran into the ground once he left. Rage, sexual deviants and greed corrupted the streets. Versions of myself roamed in giant buildings of my city mind and casted judgement on those that I met with everyday.

The super-ego, an armed enforcer of the law of my mind, had been crushed many years ago due to the contract I sighed with the false personalities I created. These personalities took over my mind and used it for whatever they wanted. I was never in control over my mind, but at least, in the past, it was in working order. It was clean, kind and gentle. Now, I see the corruption of my youth given to the hands of imagined characters and inner demons that kept me imprisoned in my world.

The worst of them all was the first, the original seed that began in my early teens. He convinced me that I was weak and stupid. He told me that I could not stand up to those around me and slapped me around when I did not do what he wanted me to do. There was a time that I thought of him as a savior, a man that I wanted to become, but the feeling in my gut told me he was much more horrible than that. He wasn't like the other personalities I created. He wasn't one of the voice I gave power to that took care of me. He was a demon. A replica of me. He sounded like me and used gestures like me, but he wasn't me. He only wanted me to be his slave. He could do away with the others, super-ego, ego and possibly the id, but he could not rid the world of me. He could not consume me like the others. He needed me to survive and instead of trying to get rid of me, he trapped me in the darkest corner of my mind.

This alter ego sat at the tallest tower in my mind. In the top floor sat his throne made from the misery I suffered throughout the years. He wore my hat and shades. He acted like an evil twin of myself, a mirrored reflection. Many of my own memories and characters called him The Night Author, a name that he took on to claim for himself. This prince of pride was out for blood and was abusing my will to believe that I was nothing.

The name and logo was designed for something. I wanted to stand for something. He promised me that I could be someone if I did what he told me to do. My name was ruined and I sat in the pit of darkness. This creature ... This demon, only wanted me to see destruction in my own mind. His power came from my boundless rage, but without my rage anymore, he consumed all that I had left in my brain. My memories and imagination was his to bend to his will and as he fed off of that, the city called My Mind withered and was dying.

Someone had to make a stand. Someone had to change things. Someone had to clean up my mind. Without aid from anyone in my mind, I knew I was the only one that could change it. I knew that my mind and this demon would have to understand and fear that I was the true Night Author ... That I was the one and only king of my world.

--Night