From Jekyll to Hyde

The decent Montie took into his madness caused many changes in his mind. It was something seen in people with bipolar disorder or schizophrenia. Montie's newly formed identity took on the name Mortis. Mortis unlike Montie took extreme joy in killing people. The day that Montie was mutilated to the point of being unrecognizable, something within him had changed. It was like the Montie that everyone knew had died when his mother fell down the basement steps. Montie seemed to have gone dormant in his own mind.

"Montie, how do you feel?" The voice asked from the back of his mind.

"Montie doesn't exist anymore." A new voice seemed to gurgle its way out of the now burned throat of Montie's body.

"Then who are you now?" The voice asked from the darkness.

"My name is Mortis." The new voice now had a name connected to it.

"Well Morits. What do you plan on doing now that you are here?" The dark voice asked as it floated around him, through him.

"I plan on taking this town for myself. I will bring them to a new and better home." Mortis laughed after he spoke.

"With my guidence you and I will make your dream come true." The voice went silent as it finished talking.

"The show will be spectacular." Mortis spoke as his marked and shadowed form disappeared into the hallway towards his room.

Mortis spent almost ritualistic amount of time getting ready to head out, prepared to start his mission. He didn't show any fear as he approached the front door of his home. He stood in a trance as he began to day dream about the coming chaos he knew would be sewn in the coming days. He had one person that he had to worry about and that was whoever was leading the invading army that was closing in faster than he liked the idea of.

"Let us welcome in this new world." Mortis said to himself as his hand wrapped around the door handle.

A smile crept across his face as he entered the red fog that surrounded his home.

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In the distance gunfire echoed through the air. When the gunfire was silent you could hear a voice coming from a loud speaker that seemed to always sit just out of sight. It was blasting out warnings of the coming army and the dangers of being out in the fog without your mask. Hearing all of this was making Mortis laugh as he became overcome with the chaos that was around him. This also had brought back a small amount of what used to be known as Montie.

"What is with all of these thoughts?" Montie's voice echoed around in the darkness that came with this new identity.

"Go away Montie. You won't like what you see if you stay here." Mortis said with a voice that seemed to over power what was left of Montie.

"Who are you and why are you in my body?" Montie's voice took on a sense of panic.

"Go away!" Mortis's voice took on a sense of power that pushed Montie out of mind once again leaving him in control.

Mortis walked through the streets as faces began to appear in the windows. He counted each one of them as he walked past. He slowly made his way to the nearby print shop that he remembered from his childhood. His plan was to put out a paper asking for people to join him. He had hopes that he could get together all of the people in his town. He wanted to take this town and late the government fall around him. In the ashes of the war he will rise with something new.

"Hello everyone." Mortis said as he entered the print shop.

"Hello, how may we help you?" The shop keeper asked as Mortis approached the counter.

"I wish to write a paper for you to print if you will allow me to write it here." Mortis put on a sound of respect for the shop keeper.

"Yes, you can. With this fog out and everyone being on lockdown we don't get much money." The shop keeper said as he slid a piece of paper and a pen to Mortis.

"Thank you sir. You will have a place in the new world that will come from all of this." This statement sat uneasy with the shop keeper as Mortis walked away from the counter.

------------------------------------The Message Of Mortis-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------A Call To Unite----------------------------------------------------

This is my call to the people of Issa to ban together against a failing government. With my lead we can pull Italy into a new and better world for your children. We have seen how they treated the people in Sicily and we cannot allow them to go any further with the rest of sitting in their crosshairs. They do not care about us. We are nothing but pawns in their game to protect themselves.

"We will work on taking back Sicily."

This statement is just a band-aid for the worry that we all hold for the world as it is. We as the people can change everything for the better. Please allow me to guide you into the light of the next incarnation of this world. Let's show them the power of the people.

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Mortis took the paper to the shop keeper who proceeded to read it before giving Mortis a questioning look. Before proceeding to print copies of it. He passed a smile to Mortis as he handed him the papers.

"You are a good man." Mortis said before pulling out his wallet.

"You don't have to pay. I agree with your views, but I don't know how many others will." The shop keeper said as he waved Mortis away.

Mortis exited the building and spent two hours throwing papers around his town. He held hope that he might get many people on his side, but he knew that even with a few people they can spread influence to other towns. Allowing more people to join him and soon he would be able to have his power. In his mind he thought that he could truely make it better for the people that join him.