Resurrection

By Sgt. Pope Wayne Anthany Sr

It was the night of the never ending terrifying storm, the ground shook. The building crumbles, its first breath presented Cries of Terror. This sinful birth would be different from any other that has entered this world, only to become a life of psychological study. His childhood takes him into a world of Mentally Psychopathic Demonic Serial Killing Spree of never ending Deaths. Due to racism he finds himself being wrongfully accused of rape but while pending the possibility of conviction, his terrifying secret is reveal to the world. His hideous Special Ability is overtaking; it forces him into a world of the highest level of Top Secret Government Service. His sinful existence is the beginning of our deepest inner fears of Demons Ghostly Apparitions has nothing on what is yet to come for he is the Gate Way of new earth born Species. This horrify thriller follows (World Wide Best Sellers) Devils Angels Gods Children . . . from the mind of Unknown Secrets . . . that humans hasnt yet discovered.

One second could change your life forever!

• Language: English
• Publisher: iUniverse
• Release date: May 19, 2014
• ISBN: 9781491734544

Sgt. Pope Wayne Anthany Sr

Hi currently working for Imperial County Public Works Dept. I live at 149 West Brighton Ave, El Centro, Ca. 92243. I have been in the two different Armed Services...the U.S. Navy and soon to be retiring with the U.S. Army National Guard with 22 years total if I don't Re-Enlist. My goal is to become a Great Writer. I been bless with 4 sons and 4 daughters. My first book was Devils Angels Gods children, it sold all over the world and I hope that the next several books I write do the same within the next upcoming years. God has Bless me in many ways more than I will ever know. I like to say thanks to everyone that has ever supported me and may the Almighty bless you as well.

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Resurrection

Copyright © 2014 Sgt. Pope Wayne Anthany Sr.

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ISBN: 978-1-4917-3453-7 (sc)

ISBN: 978-1-4917-3454-4 (e)

Library of Congress Control Number: 2014908750

iUniverse rev. date: 05/08/2014

Contents

Chapter 1     Sounds of Beeps

Chapter 2     Isabella

Chapter 3     Valenciona

Chapter 4     The Call

Chapter 5     Imperial County House of Pain

Chapter 6     Home Sweet Home

Chapter 7     Inner Demons

Chapter 8     Little Billy

Chapter 9     Darken Shadows

Chapter 10   Andrea

Chapter 11   Death of Souls

Chapter 12   Old Blind Woman

Chapter 13   Suffocation

Chapter 14   Doc

Chapter 15   Darken Angels

Chapter 16   The Public Defender

Chapter 17   The Baby

Chapter 18   The Dwarf

Chapter 19   Mr. Charles Anthany Pope

Chapter 20   Sons and Daughters of Africa

Chapter 21   The Courtroom

Chapter 22   Little Girl

Chapter 23   New Attorney

Chapter 24   Demonic Images

Chapter 25   Mr. Voodoo

Chapter 26   Brenda

Chapter 27   Revelation

Chapter 28   The Courthouse

Chapter 29   Son of the Almighty

Chapter 30   Sinfulness of Satan

Chapter 31   Guilty or Not

Chapter 32   Human Isolation

Chapter 33   Miracles

Chapter 34   Sound of Silence

Chapter 35   The Verdict

Chapter 36   Incarceration

Chapter 37   Medical Infirmary

Chapter 38   Fallen Angel

Chapter 39   Sinful Selfishness Wickedness

Chapter 40   Glass House

Chapter 41   Estabilio

Chapter 42   Grand Reaper

Chapter 43   Mr. Copeland

Chapter 44   The Book of Life

Chapter 45   666

Chapter 46   Silence

Chapter 47   Apparition

Chapter 48   Presidential Pardon

Chapter 49   What I Am

I personally like to take the time to do an Extra Special Dedication (Resurrection) to my brother who has been the Hero of our Family. You always seem to take lead even without been asked and for that. I like to dedicate the main Character of this Novel to my oldest brother . . . . Charles Anthany Pope . . . you are so Love by everyone who is aware of your Birth Giving Ability.

Dedication

To

Momma’s House

149 West Brighton Street, El Centro Ca. 92243

Family of Love

My, Dad . . . Jake William Pope … … … … May his Soul R.I.P

My, Loving Mom . . . Pearl Rose Robinson … . May her Soul R.I.P

MY, Grand Mother n Father … … … … … May their Souls R.I.P

My, Step Dad . . . Carl Lee Peeples … … … May his Soul R.I.P

My baby Brother . . . Jerry Allen Pope … … . May his Soul R.I.P

My Aunties n Uncles n Cousins … … … … May their Souls R.I.P

Dedicated to the World from

Sgt. Wayne Anthany Pope Sr.

From our first breath, the sound of our cries are heard throughout the Heavens, cherish by those who love us. We are all born in the Image of our Creator. Every soul is special for we all serve a purpose before we depart this world of the living awaiting Judgment Day. Our individuality make us who and what we are. God give us the ability to love, the ability to share, the ability to protect and create. It is all our job to make this world a better place for the next cries to be heard.

We are all Children’s of God

Special Dedication

2min 4sec 1st Round-Brown Bomber June 22 1938

42 . . . ability of One birth can bring World Change Forever

Prince . . . . . . . . . . . . Brothers n Sisters . . . . . . . . . . . . Princess

Mrs. George, Annie Kay Richardson

Mrs. Ron, Linda Fay Adam

Mrs. (LT. Charles, USMC) Yolanda Pope

Jackie Eileen Pope

William Jake Pope

Mrs. (CPL. Carl, USMC) Wendy Renae Dixon

Mrs. Jerry, Tamika Davenport Pope.

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . My Angels . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

Lacreashia Shantel Pope . . . Princess, U.S. Navy

Wayne Anthany Pope Jr . . . . Prince, U.S. Army

Monique Nicole Pope . . . Princess

Nicolas Cole Pope . . . Prince

Zavion Armad Pope . . . Prince

Ayla Amaya Pope . . . Princess

Jonathan Joshua Pope . . . Prince

Grace Tyra Booth Pope . . . Princess

"Love is a gift from within

our own ability to Love One Another’’

Chapter One

Sounds of Beeps

Born Date September 08 2010

Resurrection

My name is Charles Anthany Pope, the only sound I hear now is the sound of electronic beeps one after another along with the sound of my breathing machine and my eye sight is slightly blurry. It is funny how the only time I seemed to call on God is when I seem to be suffering somehow my body consist of pain that I have never felt before. I tried to move my leg but they appear to be lifeless without a scratch of feeling.

What have I done lord to deserve this?

I was born to be untouchable by man, this life I was giving was greater than normal man ability. I’m dying for this as I know, the wall clock that hung high shown it was a little past the midnight hour. Something appearing had the shape of a woman appeared before my eyes in the darken doors approaching from the half lite hallway. I call for her several times but nothing was happening as she just stood as if she was scanning this room. It was an oddly sight to be feared, that moment this feeling had come to me that this woman wasn’t of the medical profession.

I watched her begin to move my way, it was like if she was lost somehow but the vibe I had gotten wasn’t of fear. It was more of an ease within myself. I felt peace inside the more closer she had gotten with each step, my eyes now concentrated on hers. It was like if she had known me to be of family of closeness, even I felt as if I had known her all my life. This woman moved as if she was walking on air of some sort

It was the weirdest thing that has ever come to my sight. It wasn’t long after that I felt her touch. My hands ache from the deadly fall that I had taking but the pain I had was now leaving me. The more she continue to touch me as there was nothing I could do but relax now and accept what she was giving me while looking deeply. Her eyes seem to no have no ending.

It was like if I was looking at my past and possible future but that would be nothing but nonsense to even think of believing. That alone had convince me that she was from another world other than this earth that I live upon noticing her only inches from my face now. My heart slowed judging from the beeps that had become music to all that hears. It sounds brought comfort as I await my coming death noticing the vegetable across from me.

I had giving him the name. The mummy from the way he was wrapped from head to toe. It was so bad that I couldn’t even define his nationality but I knew that he was a man or some flat chested woman. I often tried to communicate but like this being sent from God, it was without words of any type. It alone told me that the Almighty has heard my prayers watching the half close door now fully open.

It was the night nurse making her rounds I think toward the mummy boy, while whatever this was never looked her way, not once. I could hear her asking me if I was ok and how I should be sleep instead of watching what she was doing. I chuckle a little but from her body language she didn’t find nothing funny at all. This nurse now stood checking my vitals while scribbling in her shiny metal chart, all I could think was that this was unreal in every way while I’m holding the hand of someone that only I can see.

This nurse continue to talk none stop before finally instructing me to get some sleep or it was her that I was going to have to deal with come sunrise. I watched her leave and somehow I must to have taking her advice from the way I was now falling asleep but as I had awaken into this world of the living. It was almost 3am and I had been giving a look by this woman who was still within this room. Her look had told me that she was not coming back anymore noticing the farther she had gotten. The more the pain begin to reappear like if it never left me to begin with.

That moment my door had slowly open exposing the low lithe hallway and it was that same nurse with some needle type object in her hand listening to her say how she can’t believe that I was awake? I listen to her laugh saying, goodbye Mr. Charles. I watched her inject my plastic tube. My pain was instantly leaving and this force of drowsiness was something that I couldn’t fight even if I wanted to while noticing my angel had stopped at the close door. My sight was fading but the light that she had left behind could even be seen by the nurse, the way she quickly turned around to see what it was in freight.

She quickly hurried up leaving me in this darkness knowing that I was now one with the Almighty now. That following morning had to have been the strangest, what was I doing here and why was these guards asking me questions that I had no answers to give them. Why I was in restraints? So much was happening and I knew nothing of any of it somehow.

My eyes had become a lot more focus, my heart beated faster listen to these machines that sounded like African drums to be heard, for miles, not once slowing down. I felt fear penetrating my soul from something that now stood there without movement looking directly at me even as I spoke but there was nothing. I could do nothing but attempted to push these buttons hoping that it bring outside help of any kind. What were only minutes seem like hours of evilness in my presence, seeing how several had come into the room shouting. I had been asking about what was wrong this time.

It was too hard to explain so I did my best to move my feet’s and hands toward the corner wall where it stood. I watched them turned on the lights, the sight of it instantly vanished while the guards search for what they couldn’t see. I watched all of them leave before the nurse turned out the lights once more, leaving me in darkness again. I didn’t know what this was but whatever it was.

It was nothing like the woman that had visited me not long ago. Her presence eased my pain while feeling this cold chill coming thru the vents. The sight of frost was now appearing like an artic storm penetrating my body of the worst. The sight of my breath was freezing before my face along with the tubes that entered me was now like sickles.

It brought on a new pain of coldness that burned like fire pumping in my veins. There was nothing I could do but take this awful pain until God made it possible for this evilness to depart what was his. It didn’t take long for me to become the talk of this hospital, it had giving the staff some strange amusement that I wasn’t a normal patient. It was understandable because of my many mental issues especially this one who seem to be more a bully than helper to me.

The sight of him bringing me flowers only to say how sweet they smell, he was nothing more than a human monsters in my eyes. Some saw him as this comedian, someone to joke with. I found his gestures to be unjust and this is why he wipes booty for a living, this is all he may ever be in life. Your own tongue maybe your worst enemy.

"Enjoy smelling your own duodee along with feeling the grittiness between your ass!’’ He left laughing.

The sight of him leaving only told me that I now believe that I just gotten an enemy that I didn’t need saying how sweet it smell. He had gotten louder walking away. I could smell my own body waste now, it was so bad that I could actually taste it in my mouth. This was starting out to be an awful day so far. The thought of my life was nothing more than a maze even though I feel that I’m still searching for a way out. If I took a moment to really think about the day I was born in some little unheard of town… it was a new day of history yet to come.

There was a storm that day, it appeared like a ghost and when it departed all that remain was death of none discrimination. I had been giving the greatest gift of all and that was the ability to heal, but with having that power to cure the ill. Also came the ability to weaken my own body to a point of death could be brought upon myself. I was at least the age of twelves is when this was discovered my special freaky gift of nature. As I grew from that of a confused child into insanity to take life to regain my own strength or death was for sure to overtake my own very existence.

I often ask God himself as to why I was born into this world and for what reason do I exist among the living. I feel more of a taker of life that my existence is no different from that of a vampire who avoid the sunlight but prays for the darkness while his evil lives before sunlight. I’m a different predator as I’m not feared upon contact only my presence upon my nationality is discriminatory for those who feel they are the Supreme Being on this planet.

I see birds that has just landed outside my window, such a creature created by God himself with such freedom to go as it pleases. Such beauty that come to mind is that I have been giving the greatest gift man could poses and I have done nothing extraordinary with it. It’s sad in many ways now that I think about it while listening to the sound of this life ending machine. I’m never going to take another life from this planet as silence had become of this room while the cold air from the vent blew heavily.

I tried to cover up more from the coldness that was robbing my body of heat while looking at my neighbor. Curiosity could only make me wonder what his story were. Why was he here? What would be our conversation be like if he was able to talk. We were nothing more than strangers to each other while the sound of this life support force me to wonder of myself. My unexplained past that hunted me like a soldier on a battlefield who don’t fear the death that may come to him or future living that awaited him.

This silence could become fatal to our very existence if our mind is not strong enough to prevent the insanity from making it home within us. The only thing I really need is a soul or 2 but I swore to myself that taking what is not mines is not right. I think of the life that God has giving while been unable to control the war that lives within it myself.

Chapter Two

Isabella

Resurrection

It was the season of the blowing winds shooting across that once scorching desert creating mighty dust storms from the west as I slowed down while doing my best to make formation. I pulled into the Border Patrol Station, my arrival was nothing more than the worst time to show up late doing an inspection looking like a bag of ass. My fate was yet to come once this was all said and done. It wasn’t long after that I was told by my Squad Leader that I had to go see the old man along with my Platoon SSgt. Conedy.

There I stood listening to jibberish from Mr. Joe White America but he was the man in charge, the big boss himself. I have never been the one to fear no human man, not even when death presented itself before me. This man had been giving the ability by higher authority to be judge jury but he knew nothing of the ability that had been giving to me by the creator of all. It only took was for me to place my hand upon him and all that he was destine to become in his meaningless life by the Almighty could be taken away before he even knew what was happening to him.

The thought of this man education and the rank he held made him superior to me but God has made me supreme over all that walks this earth but he had compassion for me when it was all over. I had gotten only two weeks taking from me and it wasn’t because my Platoon Sgt. said nothing on my behalf but expressed to me later. The sight of him only told me that I was on my owned with this man. I now needed to rest my mind and that when I met Valenciona who would forever change my life as I wondered if a man had the chance to go back in time and change their life, would they. I’m not speaking of some homeless bum who would trade his Salvation Army bologna sandwich for a drink but the average hard worker.

My conversation had ended, I caught this glimpse of this magnificent healthy backside wondering if I’m ever going to get the opportunity to see it one day. I should have just kept walking without saying a word to her or her little short friend who turn out to be nothing more than a dyke… wasteful to men’s. It wasn’t long after that, we talked and exchange numbers becoming friends that took us into another world

That week, we cross the line was the most forbidden according to military regulation. It was like magic knowing that I have been with more females that I could even remember or their names. I believe it was my birth of poverty plus my encounter with females of broken family, fatherless families who were nothing more than bragging rights. The older gangsters were like our superman to us, these dumb neighborhood hoes giving us praise.

Life was unpredictable alone with most women’s don’t know what they want. That night me and my newly friends cross that line of no return, it was like magic from the start of our never ending kiss. It lead to us fondling each other bodies and our unprotected sex didn’t seem to matter. Her body was something new, undiscovered mystical in every way.

It was the big booty that I imagine had become reality, it was like me landing on the moon. Her deepness had become hard to put into words. My plate was already full while more was been added. I could only hope that I had the ability to keep her occupied while I continued on with my life. My days of dealing with the same woman was completely out. I didn’t need any more disastrous relationships.

This woman was only going to what already existed, not to mention that military women’s are nothing more than vipers waiting to strike. What was supposed to be a one day sexual adventure had become never ending mental hardship of one to many lies. I wonder if us men’s will ever understand what is opposite of us, big girls skinny girls young girls old girls they all had one thing in common with me. They were nothing more than all sexual toys or succubus life draining lusting creatures.

The sight of Isabella was nothing more than amazing. I was like frozen in time, she was a gift to my life and her birth was to become of my life. I stood in her presence, her skin complexion was even better than her sista shapely booty, it alone was like food to my appetite alone. She was the vision that I so wanted. My only fear was that she seem to be the worst type of woman, it was like she had this theory that all men are stray dogs that belong to no one accept for themselves. We stood making casual conversation with each resulting in laughter and the only thought that I had was Valenciona. The sight of her walking in invading this space that we occupied without invitation of any kind.

"So, Sergeant, are you seeing anyone?’’

What was I to say? In many ways, I had several sexual involvements. This woman was trained to study the way peoples lied. Sweat was