Two souls wandering the earth without fleshTwo children of creation, locked out of the crècheOne seeks inclusion through other bodies' breathThe other seeks his host in The Realm Of Death.
In life and death there is darkness and lightBetween two opposites there is always a fightI see one where others see two
For You are I, and I Am You
The assassin calls himself You because of what he can do.
To find his victims he floats in the void between life and death and ensnares the mind that he is hunting. From there he can take control of their body, can know everything that they know, can do everything that they can do, and he can look out through their eyes while whispering to their cringing soul, shrieking 'who are you?' into the darkness of the recesses of their own mind,
'shhhhh. I am You.'
You is so good at what he does that he has survived the death of his own body and lives now in three borrowed bodies on an island of his own making. When he learns however that he is not as
invulnerable as he thought, his only hope is his own murderer and old guilt-ridden friend who has exiled himself to The Realm Of Death.
I Am You is about death and the life that precedes it.
It is about what it means to be you.
It is about the fun and darkness that you can become embroiled in if you were unencumbered by flesh.
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You look at the girl and consider killing her, but death is only really fun when it's you doing the dying and you have done a lot of that.
His thoughts are delicate, beautiful, perfectly preserved and filed as God's library might be. You can see them as scrolls, as leather bound books, as tapestries and carpets, everything told a story, oozed information, presented knowledge and plans in the most exquisite way.
As a building was worn by time's touch in the real world it took form in The Realm Of Death. As desert formed due to climate change in The Realm Of Life, an ocean grew from a puddle in the realm of death. This was the opposite of entropy – as complex structure eroded in the physical universe so it formed here as if it were a museum where time kept a record of what had gone before, a museum in dire need of a curator.
He could not find the heaven or hell that he knew from his own upbringing here as they still battled for dominance in the hearts and souls of living humans, believed in as surely as the ground on which the living walked. Heaven and Hell were still very much alive and so there was no place for them in The Realm Of Death.
How do you greet death? Death, he thought, greets you.
I thought I had made it, to the top table. I didn't realise there was a whole other dining room. I'm a mere rat in a cage to these people.'
'We are all rats to these people,' a new voice chipped in and a man walked out of the darkness. His voice soft, his eyes strikingly neutral, dressed in a simple but stylish suit. 'You've just got to work out what actions get you fed and what actions get you hurt.'
Hanging weightless in the perpetual night sky of the realm of death, Matt finally came face to face with his host. Looking Death in the eye, Matt, for the first time in seven years, knew what he had to do.
'A warning is a warning, a threat is a threat. There is nothing after that but a promise that must be kept.,' she said. 'You have had your warning. This is your threat.'
He continued though as if drawn on the conveyor belt of the damned, onwards to face his destiny.
It's alright, he thought, death is exciting. Trust me I have done it a lot.
His body becomes yours as smooth as anyone else's, but you quickly realise you will not relax in his brain. You feel constantly jostled as if squeezed into a coffin with a break dancing corpse.
We are mortals trapped in immortality.