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=The Lost Children=

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At a time when the Frei Fever was at its peak, there was one family smart enough to realize the USN was not doing enough for the epidemic. The Jones's had come up with a plan to sneak from their room at the Annex, to the trailers, out to a boat on the Cooper River, sail down river to the Priority Medical Center, to get the medical treatment their children needed. They had devised a plan to go through the sewage to the River once they got to the trailers. The only draw-back with this plan was they had no idea what was going to happen once they got to the Medical Center because the Jones's had no health insurance. They figured just as long as their kids would get the proper medical attention, they would find some way to pay the bills. This plan was very risky because any attempt of trying to escape could be considered an act of treason because of the contagiousness of the Frei Fever. Without this plan, Mr. and Mrs.Jones's knew that their children would die. Even if the Medical Center could not cure the disease, at least they would work in conjunction with the USN to find a cure. The USN was also keeping the epidemic confidential due to its risk level to the entire population of the United States. However by keeping the outbreak confidential, it was not allowing any doctors outside the Annex work towards a cure. From working at the Annex, Mr. and Mrs. Jones that a cure was not even close to being found. By removing their kids from the trailers, their kids would be away from other people with the disease and would have a higher chance of surviving.

The night finally came when they were going to make their escape. The Jones children, Marc and Jason, waited patiently for their parents to come get them. The night was dark and quiet. The kind of dark where you can't see your own hand. The kind of quiet where the crackle of a leaf can travel for miles and be heard by everybody. Inside the trailor, everyone was asleep, except for Marc and Jason. They were starring out of the single window in the trailor. It didn't matter how hard they squinted, Marc and Jason couldn't see anything beyond the first few feet. After an hour of intensely watching and waiting for their parents, they finally came. Marc and Jason climbed out of the window and were about to grab their suitcase they had packed, when a guard saw them. Mr. and Mrs. Jones split from their children shouting "You know the plan!" Marc and Jason left the suitcase and began to run. But run where? They knew they were supposed to use the sewage system to get to the River, but they had no knowledge of the sewage system whatsoever. "Why don't we just run to the closest man-hole?" suggested Jason. So they tried. Marc and Jason ran as fast as they could trying to find a man-hole, but it was difficult with a guard chasing behind them and the night being pitch black. The more they ran, the more guards began to chase after them. Marc and Jason switched from tyring to find a man-hole, to searching for a good hiding place. By this time, Mr. and Mrs. Jones were hiding by their boat in the River, waiting for Marc and Jason. Mr. and Mrs. Jones had fallen asleep while waiting for their sons. They awoke to the sound of gun shots, but they never woke up. As the chase dragged on, Marc and Jason needed a place to hide. "The chapel!" shouted Marc. Jason followed Marc and ran down the stairs of the chapel. They decided to wait until they were sure the guards were gone. Marc and Jason sat in the downstairs room of the chapel and waited and waited. Neither one of them wanted to check to see if the gurads had actually left, so they sat there. Marc and Jason were never seen from or heard from ever again.

The two of them just sat there looking for their next victum. "It's getting kinda stuffy in here. What 'bout you Jason?" said Marc. Jason responded by the usual "Just be patient, soon some other fool will open it." The admiral was already tied up in the basement, while Jason's son was playing peek-a-boo at the admiral's house. Screams sound as the shots rang out. People were frightened to see Lee Thompson with a gun because of his "Schizophrenic hallucinations". He had been declared insane by the United States Navy. Often upon awaking or falling asleep he wold switch off between his two personalities, Marc and Jason. These two were always fighting with each other. Many people believed that the switching was his Schizophrenia but he was really being possessed by two demonic presences. Lee couldn't chose which to become. But it was Marc that convinced him to steal the 9mm gun. As the shots rang out, the nurses went to talk him down. They were surprisingly successful as they had had a ton of practice talking down patients. The demons wanted to make him seem crazy, not possessed. It was amazing how even though he shot so many bullets, he hadn't hit anybody, only broke a few windows. You'd think for demons they'd be better shooters. The nurses convinced Lee to write in a journal everyday. Jason and Marc switched off between influencing the writing. Lee was always a hard working naval officer. He lived with his grandparents in South Carolina for most of his life. His mother, father, brother, and sister lived in California. His original name was not Lee, and he changed it when he went into the Navy. He was inspired to go into the Navy because his grandfather was an admiral and someone Lee always looked up to. Lee's friend Joe convinced him to come to a service at the Eternal Father of the Sea temple. The Cult of Poseidon always welcomed potential converts. Nobody dared to go down stairs because they were scared of the evil that dwelled there. Lee was living in the officers' quarters not too far from the temple. This made joining the Cult a good idea. He had been raised a Christian his entire life. The Cult of Poseidon was the first thing that actually made sense to him. Lee was the only person to ever get possessed because he was the only person stupid enough to go down the stairs. One day, Lee went into there by himself. Spiders and dust. He struck a match to see. It was a small room. The eerie things was that other than dust and spiders, it was pretty clean. No clutter, just an open room. There in the middle of the dusty room lied a big box. The temple itself was a small, white building. It seemed very simple and quaint. But what went on beyond the doors was a totally different story. Worshipers of the "Eternal Father of the Sea," as they called him, gathered here to perform what some would call paranormal activities. The "Eternal Father of the Sea" is something that you and I would equate to Neptune or Poseidon, but worshipers would never call him that as they feel it is disrespecting the god that allows them to live because the world in made of 75% water. "I wonder what's in this box," said Lee. The box was almost the size of an old trunk. "It's heavy so there must be something valueable inside," thought Lee. He decided to tell nobody about the box because anybody would kill to get their hands on possibly an old pirate's treasure. That night, he unhooked the latch, heard the squeaky hinges opening, blew the dust off and peered inside. At the bottom was a piece of paper that read "Gotcha." Gotcha, Lee thought that he was being tricked by the other members. Asked his friend Joe about it, but he didn't know anything about the truck. In fact, Joe assured him that nobody has gone downstairs for years. In the days following, he began to feel weird. Half of the time, he couldn't remember what he did five minutes ago. At night before he went to sleep, Lee would have no idea where he was. Having been Catholic most of his life, he knew what a possession was like. Lee wasn't committing random acts of violence (RAV) when he was awake. In his sleep, he saw these two guys and Lee would burn entire cities with them. They said that their names were Marc and Jason. During the day, he would throw stuff across the room to try to kill someone that wasn't there. His friends thought that he may be suffering from PTSD (Post Tramatic Stress Disorder). It was the only thing that his friends could think of even though Lee hadn't seen combat since he was an officer. When the possessions intensified, his buddies took him to the Infirmary where he was checked in. The demons knew about what goes on in the Infirmary, so they decided to make him seem crazy. One way Jason and Marc did this was by switching off which one controlled him, making it seem as if he had two personalities. Another way was by scaring people by stealing guns, or by throwing Carbon Dioxide tanks across the room. The strongest sign of demonic possession was when Lee, for no reason, lifted a toilet from the floor and thew it out of the window. These signs of aggression earned Lee multiple sessions of electric shock therapy. People suggested to Lee to write in a journal everyday to track what he was feeling. Lee began writing in the journal every day just before falling asleep, the time when Marc and Jason had perfect control of him. Switching off everyday, they influenced his writing to make one always conflicting with the other. As time passed, Marc and Jason wrote to make it seem as if Lee was getting better. They wanted him released from the Infirmary, so the three of them could destroy the Naval Ship Yard and possibly all of Charleston.You would think that the nurses wouldn't leave the medication in the same room with the mentally ill, but for some stupid reason, they did. When Jason and Marc found this out, they were as happy as demons get. The two of them decided to make Lee commit suicide by overdose. On May 5, 1996, the journal entry was a suicide note buy Marc. Few members of the cult of Poseidon ever lived past the age of 45. The ones that did, will never tell about the happenings that went on behind the doors as a sign of reverence to the Eternal Father of the Sea. This only increases suspicions of what went on inside the temple.