Poe stared into the face of his original oppressor but the laudanum was taking effect, so he just stared at the angel, vexed, and amazed.

After about twelve years.

Since the first attempt at science.

"S."


"Hey."

Brendan was in the shower, burning Egyptian Musk in the other room.

Poe sat, around 1849, at his black writing desk, with some clear liquid beside him, and a grin on his face.

"I know i haven't seen you in a while."

"But I'm right here."

"I am always with you, because I AM you."

Poe looked down, and wiped his eyes with something.

"I miss you, but you need to fake your death."

He looked down more,

"Because you've made too many mistakes."

"You should use your brothers photograph,"

"And find that doppelganger dead on the street, or poison him yourself, and make it look confusing."

"Poe grinned suddenly."

"I already had it planned out."

* * * * * * *

It was Winter, and Poe walked out of the cottage house, only for a visit with the new family who stayed there, just passing through.

He pretended he didn't mean to get on the train to Baltimore.

He hired two men to follow him, as protection, as well as carried a borrowed sword-cane with him.

Assuredly Poe walked to the body in the snow, and slipped some evidence of his identity in the front pocket, and shaved off part of the mustache, got up and left.

He switched clothes real fast.

The wagon drove past, and Poe jumped in.

"Good. Now do you need anything..?"

"You're the..?"

"Yes. And so are you. We're the other side. We keep moving. Yeah."

"The Illuminati."

* * * * * * *

Wild Bill Hicock always showed people the photograph of Henry Leonard Poe, and lied about when he was born.

He was said to have killed at least 100 men, and even fought a wild bear to the death with a knife and gun once.

He became a lawman, and even was an actor for a period of time, known for shooting out the spotlight when it shined on him for too long.

He never spoke of his family.

He found a woman named Angie, once, and married her later in life, sometime around the age of sixty.

On a sidenote, it was said that Hicock excelled at "exploits": and work regarding written material about himself.

He exaggerated a lot, and tended to alter numbers, and details, for what he called, "The sake of effect." ......

Wild Bill is the same character you all see in the show Deadwood.


- BLS