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                                   Chapter 12
                                  Deliverance

   He couldn't help but cower on the cold, concrete floor.

   ``Martin,'' she said softly. ``I know what you did, and what you've been
   going through.''

   ``I'm sorry.'' he replied.

   ``It's okay, my child. If you're ready, I'm here to take you home.''

   ``No more devil?'' he asked.

   ``No, and no more torture.''

   He stood up slowly as the woman walked towards him and gently embraced
   him.

   ``I'm ready.'' he said.

   She reached up and gave him a kiss on his cheek. With each second her lips
   stayed pressed against him, he felt a warmth he hadn't felt in a very long
   time encompass his body.

   ``My heart! I can feel my heart-beat!'' he said joyously.

   ``Yes.''

   He ran over to the workbench and gently picked up an exacto knife.
   Pricking his finger, he noticed the small bead of blood forming at the
   fingertip.

   ``I'm bleeding!'' he said. He was overjoyed.

   ``Yes, you are.'' she said with a smile.

   ``Oh, thank you!'' he said. ``I'm human again.''

   Michael spun around in sheer jubilance but a slow coldness started.

   Stumbling, he lost his balance and found it increasingly more difficult to
   breathe and fell to the floor.

   ``What's happening to me?''

   ``I told you, I'm here to take you home,'' she said.

   The room started to spin, and he could feel a numbness and tingling in his
   fingers.

   With one last breath, Michael had died.

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