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Tony- 1st Draft Christopher woke up at the cemetery, still had no idea how he got there. He was still lying on the floor, he had no energy to get up. He was weak, his eyes were swollen, his skin was pale. The blue bright sky started to blacken, dark clouds filled up he sky, and it started to rain. He stayed there, remembering the good times he had passed with his mom and brother, and now, his life was all ruined. Tears came from his eyes, and ran down to his cheeks. Suddenly, a ghost rose from the floor. He starred at it very carefully, he realized it was her mother. She was walking toward him. Christopher, with the heart beating rapidly, his hands were shaking, his body and face was all sweaty, he thought she was going to kill him, but instead, she sat with him, and she hold his hand. “Mom, I don’t know what to do, my life is ruined, I lost my girlfriend, my job and my brother is possessed,” he starts crying, “I wished I would have cared more about you when you were sick.” “Son, it’s not your fault,” she wraps her arm around his shoulder, “The only way your brother can be cured is to sacrifice yourself.” “This past years, you have been selfish to your brother and your family, that’s why your brother is so mad when I died, that’s the only way to cure your brother.” Christopher remained silent. “Your brother is possessed by a demon, and you are the only one that can save him,” his mother told him in a calm voice.  Christopher knew it was his only opportunity to save his brother. He knew it was all his fault that his mother died and his brother was possessed, because of his selfishness. Christopher felt a great hope to safe his brother. He turned around, but notice his mother wasn’t there, he saw her vanishing. Christopher wanted to run toward her, but his legs wouldn’t go for it, he saw his mother for the last time, his last tear fell to the place where her mother was buried, and there, it flourished a flower. He grabbed a rock, stood up, and threw it far away. He was angry and frustrated. Now, he was crying because of anger, he start to punch the floor really hard, until his knuckles started to bleed. He calms down, and decides to save his brother.  Tony-2nd Draft Christopher woke up at the cemetery, still had no idea how he got there. He saw that the cemetery was muddy, he saw his mother tombstone, he regret for not helping her when she was sick. He was still lying on the floor, he had no energy to get up. He was weak, his eyes were swollen, his skin was pale. He felt sick. He didn't know what to do, he felt guilty of all the things he had cause. Suddenly, the blue bright sky started to blacken, dark clouds filled up he sky, and it started to rain. He stayed there, remembering the good times he had passed with his mom and brother, and now, his life was all ruined. Tears came from his eyes, and ran down to his cheeks. Suddenly, a ghost rose from the floor. He starred at it very carefully, he realized it was her mother. She was walking toward him. Christopher, with the heart beating rapidly, his hands were shaking, his body and face was all sweaty, he thought she was going to kill him, but instead, she sat with him, and she hold his hand.“Mom, I don’t know what to do, my life is ruined, I lost my girlfriend, my job and my brother is possessed,” he starts crying, “I wished I would have cared more about you when you were sick.”“Son, it’s not your fault,” she wraps her arm around his shoulder, “The only way your brother can be cured is to sacrifice yourself.” “This past years, you have been selfish to your brother and your family, that’s why your brother is so mad when I died, that’s the only way to cure your brother.”Christopher remained silent, he didn't know what to say. “Your brother is possessed by a demon, and you are the only one that can save him,” his mother told him in a calm voice. Her voice was empty, without emotions. Christopher knew it was his only opportunity to save his brother. He knew it was all his fault that his mother died and his brother was possessed, because of his selfishness. Christopher felt a great hope to safe his brother. He turned around, but notice his mother wasn’t there, he saw her vanishing. Christopher wanted to run toward her, but his legs wouldn’t go for it, he saw his mother for the last time, his last tear fell to the place where her mother was buried, and there, it flourished a flower. He grabbed a rock, stood up, and threw it far away. He was angry and frustrated. Now, he was crying because of anger, he start to punch the floor really hard, until his knuckles started to bleed. He calms down, and decides to save his brother. 3rd Draft Christopher walked to the cemetery, half drunk. There, he walked around searching for his only memory, his mother’s tombstone. As soon as he founded, he fell to the ground, and lyed there. He was tired. He couldn’t walk more. Soon, he fell asleep. It started to rain, suddenly a lightning stroke, he woke up. He sat down there, he still had no energy to get up, he was still drunk, he still could smell the alcohol breath. The rain suddenly stopped, he saw a weird ghost coming out of the ground. He starred at it for a long moment, he sudden realize it was his mother. For a second, he thought she came back for revenge, he covered up his body with his hands, and closed his eyes. He thought it was the end, but instead, she sat with him. She put her hands on her shoulder.

 “It’s ok, son, I’m not going to hurt you, I just came here to help you,” said his mother in a calm voice.  “I don’t know that else to do, I lost my girlfriend, my job, and my brother,” he said. He covered his face with his hands, and started to cry.  “I can still see goodness in your brother’s heart, but the only way to help save your brother is to kill yourself.”  Christopher remain silent, he didn’t know what to say. For once, he thought her mother was crazy.  She continued, “This is your only chance to save your brother, after being so selfish to him. He is possessed by a demon because you didn’t help him when I was sick.”  He felt a great hope to save his brother.  **4th Draft** 
 * <span style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; letter-spacing: 0px; margin: 0px; text-align: justify;">It was cold. He walked up a hill, and felt the cool wind breeze. The only light he could see was the full moon, high in the sky. He walked down to the cemetery, still confused and shocked, He couldn’t get out the image of Father being killed by Livingston, it kept replaying over and over again in his mind. There, he found his mother’s tombstone. He sat down, beside it. Suddenly, the floor shaked, and cracked open a little bit, and a human-like ghost came. He starred at it, without blinking, and notice it was his mother. His mother looked around the cemetery, and found Christopher, the traitor that didn’t cared about her when she was sick. She walked slowly toward Christopher, and took out a knife. **
 * <span style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; letter-spacing: 0px; margin: 0px; text-align: justify;">“You traitor, you didn’t even cared for me when i was sick, and after all I did for you,” her voice became more and more desperate, she was angry. She grabbed Christopher from the neck, and pointed the sharp and pointy knife into his neck. **
 * <span style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; letter-spacing: 0px; margin: 0px; text-align: justify;">“Mom, I’m sorry, I wished I helped you when you was sick, please just forgive me, give me a last opportunity,” tears came running from Christopher’s eyes. As soon as his mother heard those words, she calmed down, let him go, and threw the knife to the ground. **
 * <span style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; letter-spacing: 0px; margin: 0px; text-align: justify;">“Your brother is possessed by a demon,” his mother said, even though Christopher already knew that. **
 * <span style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; letter-spacing: 0px; margin: 0px; text-align: justify;">“Mom, I need your help, I can’t find a way to save my brother,” he said in a low voice, while he sobbed. **
 * <span style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; letter-spacing: 0px; margin: 0px; text-align: justify;">“I can still see goodness in your brother’s heart, but as days pass by, the goodness starts vanishing more and more.” “You’re the only one who can save him.” Said his mother. Her voice was empty. **
 * <span style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; letter-spacing: 0px; margin: 0px; text-align: justify;">Christopher remained silent, he didn’t know what to do. **
 * <span style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; letter-spacing: 0px; margin: 0px; text-align: justify;">“The only way to release the demon is by a great act of love, that penetrates the skin, and touches Livingston heart, and wakes him up.” **
 * <span style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; letter-spacing: 0px; margin: 0px; text-align: justify;">It still didn’t sound convincing to Christopher to save his brother. His mother handed him a photo that she took out from the pocket. Christopher took it, and looked at it, carefully. It was a photo of Christopher and Livingston hugging each other with his mother behind them. Christopher couldn’t hold his tears anymore, and started to cry quietly. He couldn’t believe how their relationship got destroyed. **
 * <span style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; letter-spacing: 0px; margin: 0px; text-align: justify;">“How can I do an act of love that can save Livingston,” said Christopher, while weeping. **
 * <span style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; letter-spacing: 0px; margin: 0px; text-align: justify;">“That’s up to you, my dear son,” that were his lasts words, as she started to disappear. **
 * <span style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; letter-spacing: 0px; margin: 0px; text-align: justify;">He felt alone in the cemetery, he could hear the crickets chirping. He got up, and walked away from the tombstone. He saw the photo for the last time, and threw it up in the air, where the wind blew it and landed on his mother tombstone. **

Nick- 1st Draft <span style="display: block; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; margin: 0px; text-align: justify;">Christopher walked in the cemetery half drunk until he sees his mother's gravestone that was all muddy from the rain reads the etched text in the tombstone. "Here Lies Laura H. Henderson"

"Loving Mother and Wife"

"1850-1900"

As Christopher finished reading the engraved text he started to weep upon her grave, but as the tears fell onto the grave a blinding light of blue and green flares behind the tombstone, and the flare turns into a middle-aged woman that looked like she had never rested in her life. Christopher recognized the phantom at once, and asked the ghost of his mother what to do. "Mother... I have no choice of what to do... my brother has become possessed by rage and revenge, and with every minute I think that he cannot be cured and I have to kill my own brother," Christopher knelled on the specter's grave as he asked these questions "Christopher, my dear child, do not worry about your brother... I have looked into his soul and seen the goodness that is still in it. you must rid the demon from his soul to save him... even if it means putting your life in jeopardy." Her voice was empty, without emotions in it at all. "How? How may I save my brother? I can't do this alone mother!" But his mother was already gone... she had disappeared into oblivion and left her son weeping once again on her grave. Christopher felt alone... but strangely relieved, for he knew now that he can save his younger brother. Nick- 2nd Draft <span style="display: block; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; margin: 0px; text-align: justify;">Christopher walked in the cemetery half sober, until he sees his mother's gravestone that was all muddy from the rain. He reads the etched letters in the grimy cement slab. "Here Lies Laura H. Henderson"

"Loving Mother and Wife"

"1850-1900"

As Christopher finished reading the engraved text he started to sob upon her grave, but as the tears fell onto the grave a blinding light of blue and green flares behind the tombstone, and the flare turns into a middle-aged woman that appeared half transparent, and like she had never rested in her life. Christopher was shocked to see this ghost, and even a little bit scared, but he thought of his loving mother many years ago, and then the fear drained at once, and asked the ghost of his mother what to do. "Mother... I have no choice of what to do... my brother has become possessed by rage and revenge, and with every minute I think that he cannot be cured and I have to kill my own brother," Christopher knelled on the specter's grave as he asked these questions "Christopher, my dear child, do not worry about your brother... I have looked into his soul and seen the goodness that is still in it. you must rid the demon from his soul to save him... even if it means putting your life in jeopardy." Her voice was empty, without emotions in it at all. "How? How may I save my brother? I can't do this alone mother!" But his mother was already gone... she had disappeared into oblivion and left her son weeping once again on her grave. Christopher felt alone... but strangely relieved, for he knew now that he can save his younger brother from the terrible fate of the demon possessing him.

"1850-1900" Draft 3 Christopher woke up dazed and confused. At first he didn’t remember where he was due to the effects of the booze, and so the only recurring memory Christopher had in his head at the moment was the one of the Father being shot by his brother. He stared up into the miserable, spring night sky, where rain drops fell mutely on his face. Christopher begged God for this catastrophe to end now. It was enough already that Father McKinley had to be killed by the horrifying demon that bears the skin of his brother. His clothes were drenched in the rain and Christopher got up to check for any signs of shelter he can take place in, but when he stood up he saw the giant, grimy, slab of stone that sat in the ground with the letters etched on the stone: "Here Lies Laura H. Henderson"

"Loving Mother and Wife"

As Christopher finished reading the engraved text he started to sob upon her grave once again, and he shouted into the midnight abyss of the sky “WHAT AM I TO DO??”. When the shout was projected a grave a blinding light of blue and green flared behind the tombstone, and the flare turns into a middle-aged woman that appeared half transparent, and like she had never rested in her life. Christopher was shocked to see this ghost, and even a little bit scared, but he thought of his loving mother many years ago, and then the fear drained at once, and asked the ghost of his mother what to do. "Mother... I have no choice of what to do... my brother has become possessed by rage and revenge, and with every minute I think that he cannot be cured and I have to kill my own brother," Christopher knelled on the specter's grave as he asked these questions "Christopher, my dear child, do not worry about your brother... I have looked into his soul and seen the goodness that is still in it. You must rid the demon from his soul to save him... even if it means putting your life in jeopardy." Her voice was empty, without emotions in it at all. "How? How may I save my brother? I can't do this alone mother!" But his mother was already gone... she had disappeared into oblivion and left her son weeping once again on her grave. Christopher felt alone... but strangely relieved, for he knew now that he can save his younger brother from the terrible fate of the demon possessing him.

Draft 4 Nick

Christopher woke up dazed and confused. At first he didn’t remember where he was due to the effects of the booze, and so the only recurring memory Christopher had in his head at the moment was the one of the Father being shot by his brother. He stared up into the miserable, spring night sky, where rain drops fell mutely on his face. Christopher begged God for this catastrophe to end now. It was enough already that Father McKinley had to be killed by the horrifying demon that bears the skin of his brother. Plus the death of Rose… his beautiful Rose. His clothes were drenched in the rain and Christopher got up to check for any signs of shelter he can take place in, but when he stood up he saw the giant, grimy, slab of stone that sat in the ground with the letters etched on the stone: "Here Lies Laura H. Henderson"

"Loving Mother and Wife"

"1850-1900"

As Christopher finished reading the engraved text he started to sob upon her grave once again, and he shouted into the midnight abyss of the sky “WHAT AM I TO DO??” When the shout was projected a grave a blinding light of blue and green flared behind the tombstone, and the flare turns into a middle-aged woman that appeared half transparent, and like she had never rested in her life. Christopher was shocked to see this ghost, and even a little bit scared, but he thought of his loving mother many years ago, and then the fear drained at once, and asked the ghost of his mother what to do. "Mother... I have no choice of what to do... my brother has become possessed by rage and revenge, and with every minute I think that he cannot be cured and I have to kill my own brother," Christopher knelled on the specter's grave as he asked these questions "Christopher, my dear child, do not worry about your brother... I have looked into his soul and seen the goodness that is still in it. You must rid the demon from his soul to save him... even if it means putting your life in jeopardy." Her voice was empty, without emotions in it at all. "How? How may I save my brother? I can't do this alone mother!" “The demon in Livingston can only be released by a great act of love from you, something that penetrate the skin of the demon and reach Livingston… even if it means your life for him. It may seem farfetched that you must risk your life for your deranged brother, but he has so much to live for… a young man confused by hate… maybe son… maybe you can…” But his mother was already gone... fading away into the world where she resided. She had left her son weeping once again on her grave. Christopher felt alone... but strangely relieved, for he knew now that he can save his younger brother from the terrible fate of the demon possessing him. Draft 5 Nick

Harrison:
1st draft:

While Christopher was passed out, a ghost of his mother came to him. She looked exactly like her. She tells him that he must save Livingston. He has to do everything possible. She tells him that their is still light in Livingston. But, to save Livingston, Christopher must sacrifice himself. Christopher thinks to himself that he must do whatever it takes to save his brother. But he also thinks that there must be another way. Christopher decides to do whatever it takes to save Livingston even if it means sacrificing himself. Christopher decides to do what his mother said.

=Harrison:= 2nd/3rd Draft:

Christopher woke up. He felt a terrible throbbing in his head. He took in his surroundings. "I'm in the cemetery where my mother and father are buried" he thought to himself. All of a sudden, the ground in front of his mother's grave started shaking. His mother's upper-body popped out of the grave. Christopher gasped, she looked just like his mom. He looked at the gravestone and read it. It was his mothers. Christopher's mother looked at him and asked him: "What, you have never seen an undead woman before?" questioned Christopher's mom. "I uh.. umm.." mumbled Christopher Christopher was scared, and his mother saw this. She told him not to worry, she was just here to help him. After a while of awkward staring, Christopher's mother said: "There is a way to save Livingston." At the mention of his brothers name Christopher was fully alert and paying complete attention. He was no longer scared of his mother's ghost. "He has been possessed by a demon." said his mother stating the obvious. Christopher rolled his eyes as in response. "Don't you act that way with me young man!" snapped his mother. "Now, back to what I was saying, Livingston is possessed by a demon." Christopher started rolling his eyes but stopped himself in the nick of time. "He has a small source of goodness in him, he has been and is fighting an internal conflict (literally) with the demon, and with every day that progresses, it grows smaller." stated Christopher's mother. "What can I do to save him?" asked Christopher. "You must sacrifice yourself." added Christopher's mother bitterly. What would you do if you were me?" asked Christopher. "That is your decision to make." as she said that, she laid her head back down into the grave and fell back into "The Deep Sleep" that "most" "dead" people are in. "Great, just great." mutters Christopher to himself...

=<span style="font-size: 1.4em; margin: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 5px;">**Harrison:** = 5th Draft:

Christopher woke up. He felt a terrible throbbing in his head. Christopher could barely see three feet in front of him. There were graves all around. To one side of the cemetery he saw some people praying and burying Father McKinley. On the other side he saw a couple sitting on a bench crying a river for someone. Some meters behind him he noticed a person looking at him funny. He looked into the puddle that was to his right. He could imagine why that person was looking at him like that. His hair was uncombed and he was unshaven. His clothes were beginning to look like rags, and his eyes were bloodshot. For the first time he looked in front of him, he saw his mother's grave. "I'm in the cemetery where my mother and father are buried" he thought to himself. All of a sudden, the ground in front of his mother's grave started shaking. His mother's upper-body popped out of the grave. Christopher gasped, she looked just like his mom. He rubbed his eyes and looked at his mother again, then he took another look at the gravestone and read it. It was his mothers all right. Christopher's mother looked at him and asked him: "What, you have never seen an undead woman before?" questioned Christopher's mom. "I uh.. umm.." mumbled Christopher Christopher was scared, and his mother saw this. She told him not to worry, she was just here to help him. After a while of awkward staring, Christopher's mother said: "There is a way to save Livingston." At the mention of his brothers name Christopher was fully alert and paying complete attention. He was no longer scared of his mother's ghost. "He has been possessed by a demon." said his mother stating the obvious. "He has a small source of goodness in him, he has been fighting an internal conflict (literally) with the demon, and with every day that progresses, it grows smaller." stated Christopher's mother. "What can I do to save him?" asked Christopher. "You must show or commit a great act of love.." added Christopher's mother bitterly. "Sounds easy enough." added Christopher. What would you do if you were me?" asked Christopher. "That is your decision to make." as she said that, she laid her head back down into the grave and fell back into "The Deep Sleep" that "most" "dead" people are in. Now that Christopher thought about he, it couldn't bee that easy while fighting a possessed human or a demon.  "Great, just great." mutters Christopher to himself...