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his
mouth.
    Then his whole pool began jerking and quaking
and a loud noise began. A noise that in his previous lives his
brain began to comprehend, to even—almost—remember, as screaming.
He held the other’s appendage and began to kick and push the other
presence, and the other presence began to move away, and the
screaming continued and grew louder. He kept the other’s appendage
in his mouth, feeding and doubling his nourishment and kept kicking
the other presence as the screaming grew louder and louder. He
listened and listened and fed and fed and sensed memories and
gloried in himself.
    Suddenly, a very, very, tiny, blast, of light
came…and then ended. Then the other presence was gone, and some of
the fluid in his pool was gone, but just some. Les Paul relaxed,
and firmly attached his mouth to the other appendage and continued
feeding, and settled back in repose, and slept.
    Another three months passed. His warm pool
had filled again and made his growing life very pleasant. He kept
the other’s appendage in his mouth, but long ago it had stopped
sending nourishment. He had stayed attached anyway, and staying
attached kept the memory alive of getting rid of that other
presence. The dim memory of that act caused his little face to
begin to smirk, and past memories kept coming alive in his brain of
things he had done that he would soon do again, but with more
gusto.
    Then his pool began to shake and jerk, again,
and the fluid began leaving, again, and the screaming began…again.
He hung onto what was left of that appendage and allowed his body
to follow that disappearing fluid and suddenly he saw a very, very,
bright, light, something he had never experienced during the nine
months inside his new mother’s belly—but he had experienced
it. Untold numbers of times he had seen that bright light—then he
entered the light and found his voice, his own voice screaming and
crying and in some distant part of his brain he knew he was reborn,
that he had another chance to perform his… evil ….
    His first evil act in his new life, the
murder of his twin, was forgotten the instant his body entered the
air of the world. It didn’t matter. His twin had served its purpose
by giving its life to serve a better life: The new life and times
of worst-of-the-worst criminal, Les Paul.

     
    Chapter 5 Meet Cassandra

    When Cassandra was born her mother lived just
long enough to name her but then died from complications of
childbirth. Cassandra’s father, unable to be there for the birth,
died on the same day while on duty for the Marine Corps in
Afghanistan. Unfortunately there were no siblings and no close
relatives on either side, and the more distant relatives were not
interested in becoming responsible for an infant they felt they
didn’t even know. So Cassandra started her life alone. In foster
care she fell through crack after crack and remained alone, as
nobody—for some unknown reason—wanted to adopt this darling little
girl child. So, she became a statistic. Lacking love of any kind in
any part of her life, she soon discovered her crying voice brought
her nothing, so she stopped crying. In her little mind one would
wonder if she recognized the futility of crying, or did she just
forget how? As she grew, she would not learn about that greatest of
human emotion, love, and would not come to love anything ,
and would not come to trust… anyone .
    So, on October 18, this poor little girl
child was born. Halfway across the country that other baby was born
on the same day, just another child who would find no love, but for
a different reason than Cassandra. Les Paul would find no love
because from the very beginning he was not the warm, sweet, cooing,
combination of his new birth parents. He was the reincarnation of
evil, an endlessly long string of killers. He was born with the
memories of each, not really intact memories but memories
nonetheless, and they would serve him well in his new life.

     
    Chapter 6 Second Evil