Darkness In The Light

By Sheldon A. Woodson

Darkness in the Light speaks to the avenging Spirit vice the revenging soul. Is there a difference between the two? When someone or something experiences an act deemed unfair, which road should the offending party go down? This is what I call the crossroads to decision making. You can either take the road of light or the road of darkness. Though either road you take can be deemed one way or the other based on individual or a collective belief. I personally put on a cloak of light and walk in Darkness to alleviate it when necessary. I also join the collective and occasionally put on a cloak of darkness to put out or hide the light that would shine on my transgressions. Darkness in the Light expresses the concerns of Natural Law in 12 short stories on a macro and micro level. You get suspense, horror, intrigue, and mystery in this fine-tuned welled crafted manuscript called "Darkness In The Light."  

• Language: English
• Publisher: Sheldon A. Woodson
• Release date: Apr 20, 2018
• ISBN: 9781386036654

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Acknowledgements

I AM TRULY grateful to two living beings existing in our invisible realm, drawing upon our lies and truths to birth what society calls the drama of living. These two beings are Illusion and Reality. Illusion and reality are both needed to bring about what can be called the drama of living. Drama is the words and actions that get us from one place to another. Illusion and reality intertwine its primary colors to bring about the secondary existence we need to be different. The children of these secondary colors continue to mate with other blends expanding and changing into what is now called tertiary colors. These tertiary colors are forever blending, mending, destroying, and creating plight and delight. This blending of colors; link the negative and positive definitions, normalizing the causality of our actions and we are forever locked in its loop.

This is not a good or bad thing because they are both polarities of each other. What can be good, if you’re looking for goodness, is to find a way to balance them both. You must find a way to live in the light and darkness and be comfortable there. Where there is an imbalance, there is a struggle. Where there is a struggle, there is hope for balance. The battle between illusion and reality will rage on until the user sees a benefit in both and use them both appropriately.

My hats off to illusion and reality and those who use them both to bring about a balanced universe within themselves

Remember 1 + 1 = 2 and it takes two for a three (3) to exist.

1 + 1 = 2

The two creates 3

This is how things become what they are.

This is how life is conceived and delivered.

This is how ideas become matter.

This is the beginning and the end.

Darkness in the Light

Introduction

The light shines amid the darkness, but the darkness has not understood it. – John 1:5

DARKNESS IN THE Light speaks to the avenging spirit vice the revenging soul. Is there really a difference between the two? When someone or something experience an act deemed unfair, which road should the offending party go down? This is what I call the cross roads to decision making. You can either take the road of light or the road of darkness. Though either road you take can be deemed one way or the other based on individual or collective belief. I personally put on a cloak of light and walk in Darkness to alleviate it when necessary. I also join the collective and occasionally put on a cloak of darkness to put out or hide the light that would shine on my transgressions.

Darkness and light are sibling’s birth by the drama of having a life. Darkness exists in the light under the smile of bliss, and the kiss of soft whispering words. Light exists in darkness under the frown of what is considered inappropriate behavior. Light can also exist in blunt force actions and reactions that are deemed ignorant defined by societal norms. One or the other is inappropriately awarded; for bad is recognized as good and good is recognized as bad. Both actions of choice are defined by the mob, fully clad in democracy.

Revenge is a personal act; unconcerned with justice. Though those who enlist themselves in its ranks believe justice is being served. Revenge is retaliation by inflicting harm on something or someone who is perceived guilty of a crime against your person or something you love and or believe in. To avenge is to punish a wrongdoing with the intent of seeing justice. In today’s society; avenge is an act reserved for a governmental body. At least the government advertises this action as one of its many responsibilities to its citizenry. The averaged individual’s responsibility is to work, pay taxes, and allow its government to take care of the rest. On the other hand, natural law conflicts with governmental law as it speaks to a person’s mind, body and soul pushing this individual to do what one body calls revenge, and another call avenge. Either way, the universal law of sowing and reaping exist in everything people do. What people must do; is adhere to one or the other and live with the consequences of his or her actions. The meaning of right or wrong is speculative and will remain that way as long as people’s beliefs are tied into institutional collective thought.

The following definition and biblical scriptures briefly attempt to describe the premise for the tales in this storehouse of stories.

'Vengeance is Mine, and retribution, in due time their foot will slip; for the day of their calamity is near, And the impending things are hastening upon them.' - Deuteronomy 32:35

Sowing and reaping is one of the simplest, yet most ignored concepts of life. Anything we put our time, energy, money, or focus on is an act of sowing. Reaping is the results or consequences of what we’ve sown. The ramification of our reaping depends on the amount of effort and time we put into the sowing.

Whoever sows injustice reaps calamity and the rod they wield in fury will be broken - Proverbs 22:8

Do not be deceived: God cannot be mocked. A man reaps what he sows. Whoever sows to please their flesh, from the flesh will reap destruction; whoever sows to please the Spirit, from the Spirit will reap eternal life - Galatians 6:7-8

Remember this: Whoever sows sparingly will also reap sparingly, and whoever sows generously will also reap generously - 2 Corinthians 9:6

The light shines amid the darkness, is a true and profound statement, yet few truly understand it. Darkness, in the Bible, commonly symbolizes ignorance, guilt, or misery.

The night is far spent; the day is at hand. Therefore, let us cast off the works of darkness, and let us put on the armor of light. - Romans 13:12

Darkness in the Light for the purpose of this book is to express the negative things that happen in a person's life whether or not that person has attracted it to themselves. In life sometimes, things transpire beyond the control of the person it’s happening to. Theologians will say it’s not what happens to you but how you respond to what happens to you.

In some cases that may be true but what if, that thing that happens to you, cease in death, which is by this books definition; the ending of a physical life. What do you do then? How do you respond to the cause, which brought the effect? Who deserves to die? The questions and answers right or wrong will stimulate your thinking in the pages of "Darkness in the Light."

You must have darkness to appreciate the light and vise verse. It's like; what is love without hate, poverty without riches, and good without bad. In most cases, people get exactly what they put out. If you sow good seeds, you get a good crop; if you sow no seeds, you don’t get a crop. If the seeds you’ve sown were on bad ground, then the crop you’ll get back will reflect that as well. You’re simply entitled to what you’re entitled to, and you should only get what you deserve to get.

Who would you say is the judge and jury of your life? Let’s say the answer to that question is you. If you kill you should be killed. If you work for money, you should be paid money. If you steal, that which you have stolen should be stolen back from you or something else of significance; such as an item you’ve worked hard to earn. We’ll step off the soapbox and get to the book called "Darkness in the Light."

In the light, there is darkness, and in darkness, there is light. An arrow can only hit an object if the shooter of the arrow can see it. When the lights are off; nothing can penetrate the darkness, that is not made to roam in the darkness. There are some things born to roam in the darkness, and something’s that are born to the light. But the dark thing prefers light and the light thing prefers darkness. They both seek to devour or dominate the other thing, on its soil. One for good and the other for bad, both are acting as stimuli for the ongoing invisible war.

NATURES REVENGE - Story One:

Tommy

Part 1

WE WERE ALL born in Gary, Indiana except for Jonathon Cole. Jonathon was from Chicago, but he was raised in Terry Town with the rest of us. His family moved here to get him away from the gangs. It didn’t do them any good because the same gangs that were in Chicago were here in Gary.

Why did you call him rabbit? Is that his nickname?

Yeah, we called him rabbit because he was the fastest runner in the group, and because he ran track at school. Everybody called him rabbit.

Did you have a nickname?

Yes, my real name is Denise Michaels, but they all called me Tommy.  I was the only girl in the group. I hung with them and did all the things a girl is not supposed to do. I liked doing boy stuff. Sugar and spice and everything nice wasn’t written for me. I was no pre-Madonna.

Ok, I get it. You were a tomboy, so they called you Tommy. That’s kind of cute in a way.

Yeah, my mother didn’t think so, but anyway, there was Sam (the ham) Shepherd. We called him that because he loved to eat. Every sandwich he ate had to do with pork, not to mention his weight problem. He was overweight by about 30 to 40 pounds for his age. Then, there was Franklin Bellows we just called him Frank, and Jeffrey Kilo who we called Jeff.

Just like Frank is short for Franklin.

Yeah...

So as your psychiatrist, the doctor said and paused. Well let me say your doctor. That sounds a little better. Would you be offended if I called you Tommy? I think it would be better if you thought of me more as a friend. Psychologically, it’ll help you open up.

Sure. Denise said, It’s been a long time since I’ve heard anybody say that to me, and after today, I probably won’t hear it again. She frowned putting her head down; a string of tears rolled down her face a few seconds later.

The doctor looked at her concerned, but there was nothing he could say. The only people that called Denise, Tommy, were her friends, and they were all dead.

Well Tommy, before we start; would you like to take a quick break? The doctor asked.

Denise sniffed and rubbed her eyes and nose, no I’ll be alright; just give me a minute. She was wearing prescription eyeglasses. She took them off her face and looked at the doctor. Do you have a cigarette?

No, I don’t smoke; rather I quit smoking after the Marlboro Man died of cancer.

Oh yeah, I did too, Denise said.

They both laughed.

Denise was now lying on a comforter. Her eyes were closed, and the doctor was sitting right beside her, in a chair, with a pad in his hand.

So, Denise, I mean Tommy. Tell me why you think nature wants revenge on you.

Well, when we all were kids. I should say, teenagers. We all carried BB guns. We called ourselves the assassins. We went around shooting birds, squirrels, dogs, and cats. We trampled people’s gardens and had insect fights.

Insect fights, what do you mean by that? The doctor said.

Well, for example, we used to catch a spider and a butterfly and put them into a jar with holes on the top for air. We would watch them fight each other to the death. At the time, it was fun. Denise said.

So, it’s not fun anymore?

No, it was wrong. I wish we hadn’t done those things! Any of those things!

Tommy. Why don’t you tell me more about the dogs and cats?

We used to shoot those poor innocent animals in their eyes or their nose or something like that. According to our code, it had to be somewhere in the face. Once I shoot a cat in the mouth. The BB hit a tooth. It broke the tip, and all the guys praised me as being the sharp shooter of the bunch. That poor cat died in agony. I heard it scream every night for about a week until one day I didn’t hear it anymore. One morning on the way home from school I saw it on the side walk dead. At first, I didn’t know why it died, but later I found out that like a person. An animal could die from an abscess, if not treated. The cat died from that, because an abscess, usually forms from a chipped tooth taking in the air. It’s a very painful way to die.

Who told you that?

I don’t remember, but I’m sure I had something to do with that cat’s death.

Continue please. The doctor said.

Well, that wasn’t the only death that occurred. Frank used to have something against cats. He told us they were evil, and that if he could kill every cat, he saw. He would. So, every time we saw a cat, we would catch it, and bring it back to him. He would tie the cat up, by putting a dog a leash on it. We would all load our guns, mine in general held about twenty BB’s. Frank had one of those rifle style c.o.2 pumps; his held about twenty-five BB’s. Everybody else had the same kind I had. We would put them all down in front of him and watch him pump BB’s into the cats. The cats would jump and scream. I was the only one that felt sorry for them, but after a few times, it didn’t really make a difference to me. He would shoot those cats until they couldn’t take it any more. Death was their only escape.

Jeff use to shoot dogs. We would lure a dog into an alley, and Jeff corned him and shot him in the eyes first. That way, it wouldn’t be able to see his way out, and then he would watch them run into walls as he continued to shoot them. Just like the cats, death became their only way out.

Did any of those dogs ever escape?

Well one time, one got away. He ran out into the street and got hit by a car. Jeff had managed to shoot one of its eyes out before it got away.

Was it killed?

No, it was hurt really bad and taken to the vets. It had a lot of damage, and they put it to sleep. A few of the guys used to rag him about it. He was the only one in the group that ever failed to complete a mission. The guys use to tell him, acts of God don’t count towards payment in the life and career of an assassin. She laughed, recalling that memory but quickly regained her sad composure after realizing what she was laughing about.

Sam was the only one that wouldn’t kill animals. He said that meat was to be preserved, not butchered and wasted. He had this whole spill about dogs, cats, and rats being delicacies in some countries. The thing he hated was plants and vegetables. He used to go in people's yards and stump their gardens. He called that procedure, weapons of mass destruction. He would destroy flowers, with his BB gun. He was a pretty good shot. I thought he was better than me. He would shoot the head right off the stem of a flower with only one shot. He said that flowers shouldn’t be allowed to grow. They were a lie and brought about false hope and feelings. All they did was make you happy for a moment and die faster than a loved one lived. Flowers, especially after they die, leave you with memories; you’d rather forget. I never really understood his logic. We just listened and loaded the guns for him to take out all he wanted to terminate.

Now, Jonathon had his little shooting spree on birds. He would shoot them right out of the sky. If they were in their nest, he’d shoot up there, scaring them into flight. When they took off he would shoot them right out of the air. If they didn’t die from the BB shot, they’d die from the crash landing. Jonathon hated birds because he believed they had it better than people. He would say ‘they can fly, sing, and go wherever they want without having to do homework, house chores or answer to grow ups.’

Did any ever survive? The doctor asked.

I really don’t remember, but I don’t think so, if one did the guys would have ragged him about it. The only one they ever ragged was Jeff. Denise said to the doctor.

Well Denise, we talked about Frank, Jeff, Sam, and Jonathon. All I know about you is the cat you think you killed. What other animals or creatures you took out personally? The doctor asked.

Denise opened her eyes and sat up a bit from where she was lying. Doctor, I really didn’t want to do it, but everybody else had their own, so I had to pick a creature of my personal choosing.

I’m not here to judge you, Tommy, tell me what it was? The doctor asked.

Denise looked at the doctor, then closed her eyes, and laid back. I hated squirrels. The reason I hated them so much was because one of them made me have an accident.

An accident, what do you mean by that? The doctor asked.

"Well, before I joined the gang a few months back. I was riding my bike. I had just got it. I saved up for eight months to buy that bike. I sold newspapers, performed car washes, and even baby-sat to save the money for that bike. With all that hard work, I finally got it. That was the biggest achievement of my life! I took the bike for a ride for the first time around the neighborhood. Suddenly, out of nowhere, a squirrel jumped right out in front of me, while I was coming around a corner, down a steep hill. Trying to avoid the killing the thing. I swerved and skid right into a car totaling my bike and almost myself. There wasn’t anything left of the bike to savage. So that’s how I got my target. You know what there only escape was?

Death? The doctor said.

Denise opened her eyes, looked up at the doctor and said, Yeah, death.

Part 2

THE DOCTOR picking up a cup on his desk and went over to a water cooler, he had in the corner of the room, to get something to drink. He thought it would be a good ideal to put one of those in his office, so he wouldn’t have to leave the room to get a drink, while he was in with a client. Leaving the room wasn’t an option for him while he was working with a client. It was a good ideal. The doctor’s personal administrative assistant thought so. It took one of the pressures of her job away. She could now search Facebook, Pinterest, Twitter and all the other social media network sites without interruption.

Tommy would you like a glass of water. It's nice and cold? The doctor asked.

Denise smiled and said, No. She thought that was a nice gesture. I would like to finish this little interview. I want you to warn the world, not to do what I did. I know once I leave this office, I’ll never see the light again but yet I can’t regret the life I’ve led. Except for, well you know what I’m trying to say.

Yeah, I know. The doctor responded.

When you came in here you spoke of a curse, and how your friends all died from it. Can you tell me more about this curse? The doctor asked.

Tears came rolling out of her eyes. She wiped them away with the back of her hand and began to explain the curse to the doctor. Have you ever heard the statement if you live by the sword, you die by the sword?

Yes, I heard it. The doctor said.

Well, a lot of people used to tell us that. Everything you do is recorded. The way you live is usually the way you’re going to die. I can’t remember, name for name, who told us these things but so many people said it; it became a living breathing reality for us. I heard that when one or more people said something to you, their energy can birth life into an idea. Thoughts are things, but for thoughts to exist, they need energy. You, me, and others can speak life into illusion by simply feeding it. There’s a thin line between illusion and reality. All of reality came from illusion. What’s happening to us was a curse formed in illusion, fed by our misdeeds, and brought to life by the avenging force of energy. Or the revengeful force of energy. I don’t know.

You know something, Tommy? You say you hear this, and you heard that, but how do you know that those people even knew what they were talking about? It sounds like a lot of hearsay, and scare tactics, just to get you, kids, to stop hurting those animals and plants. It’s a form of control through fear. Morally, what you were doing was wrong, and they were just trying to get you to stop.

"Well doctor, that could be true, but you should know what they’ve been saying all started today when Frank was killed. Frank was an FBI agent. He was the best on the team. A lot of guys he worked with on high-profile cases got killed on the job within their first couple of years. But, Frank, he was charmed. Well, this morning his team of agents went on a drug raid in the most dangerous area of the city. They apprehended a Drug Lord and most of his top lieutenants without firing a shot. This morning while bringing them in, a cat jumped into the car while in motion. The cat attacked him, and only him. He managed to pull the cat off his face while driving, but the cat just jumped right back on him, scratching, clawing, and biting without end. The Drug Lord, who was sitting in the back of Frank’s car, watched in terror and shock.

He was so confused by what was happening to Frank, he didn’t even think about trying to get away until he saw that the car was headed around a curve, and into a guard rail. The Drug Lord kicked at the back door until it opened. He jumped out of the car while it was going at least 70 miles an hour. The car hit the rail and propelled over it. The car slid down a 50-foot embankment."

Oh, my goodness! Frank died but what about the other guy, the drug lord?

Well, Frank was killed in the crash and the drug lord was too jacked up from the jump to try and get away. The cat walked away unharmed. They found it on the road where the car went through the rail. It was just sitting there, looking down at the wreckage, purring like it was satisfied.

How do you know that? The doctor asked.

It was recorded on the surveillance camera of the car. Some kind of way the car slid down the hill backwards. The camera was on and was pointed towards the hood. It stayed on the rail, and the cat, from the cars, jump, to its landing. The footage was shown on the TV news, YouTube blogging sites, and pretty much all of the social media outlets. The cat purposely looked right into the camera and smiled.  It seemed unreal. It looked like something from a Hollywood movie.

The doctor wrote it down on his pad, just as he wrote down all the other things she said. He wrote in shorthand just like those court reporters are trained to do. That’s crazy. I’m sorry that happened to him, Denise. The Doctor looked at the time and wanted to get more of the story before her time ran out. So, tell me about the rest of the guys.

I am, Denise said somewhat irritated.

The doctor bit his lip recognizing his lack of legitimate empathy, though he truly felt sympathy for Denise’s plight.

"Jeff was a movie director. He was doing a movie with Wesley Snipes, and a police dog, that was supposed to be trained to not hurt people. Every time the dog came near him, it seemed to be aggravated, it jumped around uncontrollably. It barked excessively, and when it was still, it stared and growled as it was ready to attack. The trainer couldn’t figure it out, so he changed the dog with and another, but the same problem occurred. The studio decided to keep the trainer on the set, to control the dog. As long as the trainer was there, the dog was under control. They shot a few scenes without difficulty. The movie was just about done when the cast and crew all left the set, for an end of production break, that consisted of food, drinks, and some light hazing.

The dog was left on the set. Because of it inappropriate behavior and unpredictability it was on a leash, tied to a pole. The trainer didn’t want to cage the dog for long periods of time; though he did use the cage for housing and transportation purposes. Jeff was leaving the set with the rest of the cast but remembered he left his wallet, in the director’s chair lockbox. So, he returned to the set to retrieve it. When the dog saw Jeff coming, it went mad. It yanked on the chain and pulled against the pole to no avail.

Jeff didn’t seem to be worried because the dog was tied up, the chain seemed sturdy, and pole didn’t move when the dog yanked against it. Jeff grabbed his wallet and headed back the way he came but suddenly stopped. The dogs barking irritated him. Jeff faced the dog, pointed his hand at him in the shape of a gun, and fired it. The dog stopped barking and looked at Jeff. Jeff and dog, for a short quiet moment, stared into each other’s eyes, emotionless. Jeff suddenly smiled. The dog flared his teeth and lunged at Jeff against the chain and pole. They both shattered like glass. Before Jeff could do anything, the dog's teeth were in Jeff’s neck. His windpipe was torn out. Jeff stumbled around the studio for a minute or two before falling dead.

Noticing Jeff hadn’t returned to the party, the trainer returned to the studio to check on him and the dog. Jeff was on the floor dead with a chunk of meat missing from his neck, and the dog was licking its teeth, and paws removing the evidence of the crime from its body. The trainer knew what happened and called the dog to him. But the dog didn’t go. It sat up looked at him, accessing the trainer’s motives. The trainer pulled a stun gun from a pouch he had around his neck and the dog took off."

That’s terrible. This happened today too?

Yeah, it was on the news this afternoon right alongside Frank's incident. A camera in the studio recorded the whole thing. The camera was set up to record everything and anything that happened on the set, so later someone could put together a behind the scenes video for marketing purposes. Sam's demise came on a special report with Jonathon’s.

My goodness, Denise. I’m so sorry to hear about your friends. I don’t want to be insensitive, but I need to hear about the rest of your friends before or time runs out. Tell me about Sam and Jonathon. The doctor said.

"Sam owned one of the most popular restaurants in the area. His food can be compared to Ruth Chris, Flemings, and Alexanders; they’re all popular steak houses. The only difference with Sam’s restaurant, though he made a spectacular steak, his pork meals made his steaks a secondary choice. Because of time restraints let me tell you how he passed. Sam died from food poising. Sam, though he hated it. Grew his own veggies. He’s got a garden in the back of his restaurant. People loved his fresh salads. Ironically, that’s what brought the notoriety and popularity his restaurant commanded. Sam didn’t eat the veggies from his garden. He hated veggies, but people wanted veggies with their meals. Sam made sauces and dressings that made his food addictive.

Sam’s demise came while doing an interview. A food critic, out of New York, came down to write an article on him. The critic was interviewing the tops chefs, with the best-known salads and dressing in the US. Sam made the list. During the interview, the critic asked Sam; if he had ever eaten one of his famed salads. The reason behind the question came from a rumor, specifically from a childhood friend or a relative, who said that Sam didn’t like vegetables. Of course, like a good interviewee and businessman Sam lied to him and said that he loved salad. He continued the lie by saying, how could a chef dislike a food he specialized in. Salads for him were just as important as the meats he cooked.

The critic challenged him to prepare one of his most popular salads. It should be fresh from the garden and eaten on camera. This would be the only way for him to dispel the rumor. Sam reluctantly agreed to the challenge. Taking his challenger to the garden, Sam picked the ripest spinach leaves from its source of life. He picked tomatoes, parsley, and other vegetables from his garden that complimented the dressing he was to make. Sam prepared the dressing and salad in front of the critic on camera. Once complete he made two servings, one for him and the other for the critic. As a garnishing, he picked two roses from its bush near the door of the garden. He placed one across the plate of the critic and the other across his plate. Cameras flashed recording the image in magazine bravura.

The critic put a mouth full of the salad in-between his lips and moaned as if he was receiving oral pleasure. His eyes rolled behind his head, his attention was taken to another place, and his breathing speed up. The critic remembered he was on camera and suppressed the rest of his feeling. He looked at Sam and saw that he was staring at him and that his plate was still full. The critic cleared his throat and invited Sam to try his creation. Sam took one bite and the exact opposite reaction happened to him. His eyes bulged, his throat tightened, and his skin went pale. The food critic, the people watching the show, and his customers, witnessed him fall over; dead.

The funny thing about this is while he was picking the vegetables, he kept turning around asking the critic and members of his staff about some whispering voices. Do you hear the whispering? He asked. His staff believed he thought it was coming from the vegetables. It was crazy. One of the staff members tried giving him mouth to mouth. No air was getting into his lungs. He started over and tried clearing the path way and found a rose petal at the base of his throat. Somehow the rose petal, unharmed, choked and poisoned Sam to death. This was impossible but deemed the unofficial cause by the paramedic on scene."

That’s crazy, they think a rose petal killed your friend. What was the name of the restaurant? The doctor asked.

It was called SamAHam.

Yeah, I heard about that place. I never got around to going there. I hear the Jackson’s used to go there about once a month, and that they had their own table there. How true is that?

Oh, it was very true. They used to bring a lot of their celebrity friends down here to eat too. Michael loved the salad. I never got a chance to see if his story was right, but he was getting a lot of publicity.

Well, how can you say it was true if you never even saw those people actually in the place? The doctor asked.

That’s simple because he told me. He never lied to me. We never lied to each other. That was our promise or pact. We lied to others because others didn’t deserve or loyalty. We lied to get each other out of trouble with parents, teachers, or people in authority, but never to each another. So, if he said it, it true.

That’s cool, tell me about Jonathon now.

"As I told you before, Jonathon was a track star. He went on to run track in the Olympics. He got the gold in the last two, almost breaking the record set by Carl Lewis, and pretty close to breaking the one set by that other guy, ah; I don’t know his name. He ran a 09.93 in the 100-meter dash. He tripped right before he got to the finish line, and he was unable to get that close in the next few that came up. He and that dude Bolt were good friends. Anyway, he was at a practice meet, the contestants for the Olympics was there trying out when Jonathon started running. A swarm of birds just seemed to appear along the track. They attacked him. He fell to the ground running at his highest possible speed, bumped his head, and knocking himself out. Those birds picked at him like vultures. His body was full of holes, and he bled to death before the other runners on the track could get to him.