Vincent's Revelation



  Acknowledgements

  I first would like to thank God for blessing me with the life that I have. I want to thank my beautiful wife Lena for standing by me and supporting me writing this book. I want to thank my parents Sam and Vivian Hakim. My brothers Joseph and Andrew Hakim. I want to thank Jason Bisdorf, David Guerea, and David Rodreguiz who have supported me from the beginning. Thank you to Shawn Shaman who has shown great support and designing this book’s cover.

  VINCENT’S REVELATION

  By

  JASSIN J HAKIM

  Copyright 2012 Jassin Hakim

 

  “He causes all, both small and great, rich and poor, free and slave,

  to receive a mark on their right hand or on their foreheads, and that no one may buy or sell except one who has the mark or the name of the beast, or the number of his name.”

  –REVELATION 13:16–18

  Rev•e•la•tion

  Something revealed or disclosed, especially a striking disclosure

  as of something not before realized

  Prologue

  I was seven years old when it first happened. Well, I guess I should say, the first time I saw one. My older brother, Joseph, and I were playing basketball in the driveway. The ball bounced hard off the rim and rolled into the street. Like an idiot, I ran into the street after the ball without looking both ways for cars. All I remember is hearing the screeching of car tires, and the next thing I knew, I was lying on my back looking up at the sun. I sat up on my butt first, and then stood on my feet. I could hear a lot of screaming. I started walking toward my mother and brother who were running toward me, but then they ran past me. It was very confusing. I turned around to see where they were running to and couldn’t believe what I saw. I saw my mother on her knees, holding me and screaming for help.

  ***

  Everything around me was moving in slow motion. The sun became brighter and brighter. I stood there watching my mother holding me and tried to make sense of what was happening. I was very scared and began to panic. All of a sudden, I felt a hand on my shoulder and a male voice said to me, “It’s ok son, it’s not your time.”

  I instantly became calm and felt at peace. I turned around and looked up at the man. He was very tall, wearing gray dress pants and a white button-up shirt. His shirt was gleaming white. He had a very strong jawline with large dimples, brown hair, and extremely bright blue eyes that had a glow to them.

  “Huh?” I replied.

  The man smiled. “Go back home son, for today is not your time. You will one day be called upon when evil is at his highest point.” At that moment the sun became so bright it was blinding. I closed my eyes and covered them with my hands.

  When I opened my eyes, I was looking up at my mother. The first thing I did was sit up and look around for the man who had just spoken to me. He was nowhere to be found. I asked my mother where the man went. With a confused look on her face, she looked around at everyone who had gathered around me and asked, “What are you talking about, Vincent? You have been unconscious and not breathing for over five minutes.” At that moment, I realized he was not a man. He was an angel.

  ***

  From that point on, I always had the feeling that someone was watching over me, and from time to time, an angel visited me. It was never the same angel that would come to me. I was scared the first few times they came to me, but eventually I got used to them the more they visited me. They would always talk to me, but for the most part I never really understood what they were trying tell me, or what they wanted from me. The older I grew, the more frequent they would appear, but also the older I became, the more I just ignored them.

  I am now thirty-four years old, and for the past six months, the visits have been occurring on a weekly basis. The messages have been more confusing than ever, but I would soon discover that these angels were trying to guide me to my destiny. Of all the people in the world, why the hell was I chosen? To this day, I still don’t understand.

  My name is Vincent Cain and this is my story….

  December 2022

  More than a quarter of the world’s population has been wiped out in only a few years due to disease, war, and major natural disasters, such as earthquakes, hurricanes, and tsunamis—some registering one- to three-mile high waves. One has completely annihilated the entire east coast of the United States, leaving millions of Americans homeless and displaced.

  The U.S. government has implemented martial law. The people have very few rights and even religion has been outlawed. Those who practice any form of religion are imprisoned. The majority of people have had a tiny microchip, known as the Identification Chip, implanted into their right hands. This microchip contains an unbelievable amount of information about the person, including parental information, schools attended—even the past and present relationships a person has had. No one is allowed to buy, sell, or trade anything without this chip. The government claims that the chip is used strictly for the safety of its citizens and the country. Some people believe that you can be controlled through this chip. Those who refused to have the identification chip implanted have been labeled terrorists by the government and are imprisoned. There have been rumors that these people are eventually executed.

  Washington, D.C., has been destroyed by the tsunami. The United States Government has moved the capitol to Detroit, Michigan, due to one important reason. Detroit has the one resource left that the rest of the world no longer has—fresh water from the Great Lakes.

  Fed up with greedy and hypocritical politicians, the struggling people of America see hope in a new leader who is also quickly gaining popularity all over the world. The man’s name is William Lester III. Lester III is a trillionaire businessman who has made his money as a computer software designer. Coincidentally, Lester III is also the creator and producer of the identification chip. Although most of world embraces Lester III, the few remaining Christian believers are skeptical of him and believe he is the Anti-Christ. They also believe the apocalypse is upon them and the end of times is growing closer.

  The world is in total chaos……………

  I don’t have one

  Detroit 2022,12:34 a.m.

  The weather is unusually warm for December in Detroit. There is a light drizzle and the roads are wet. Potholes have created puddles in the road. A black police-edition Dodge Challenger has white doors with “POLICE” written in bold, black capital letters and “Detroit District” underneath.

  The vehicle is slowly pulling up to the front of a checkpoint that is being conducted by the United States Army. The driver of the police vehicle is officer Alejandro Estrada. He is Mexican-American with tan skin, dark-brown hair with a forward brush cut style, and has a goatee. He is dressed in an all-black uniform with a black long-sleeve shirt with “POLICE” written in reflective material running the length of both sleeves. He wears a tactical, mid-threat-level bulletproof vest over the shirt. Physically, Estrada has an athletic build.

  Estrada looks over to his jump man in the passenger seat. His jump man is officer Vincent Cain. Vincent has tan skin, buzzed hair, and a light beard. Vincent is also dressed in the same uniform as his partner except Vincent has three open magazine pouches attached to his vest that hold three 30-round polymer plastic magazines with ranger plates attached to the ends. He also has an embroidered patch attached to the shoulder strap of his vest where “Gloves” is written. Vincent is also wearing the Oakley hard-knuckle gloves that he always wears while working. Vincent is physically fit with a muscular build.

  Estrada says to Vincent in a slightly Hispanic accent, “Yo, vato, why you so quiet over there?”

  Looking straig
ht ahead and pointing toward the checkpoint, Vincent replies, “Bro, look at this shit! How many goddamn checkpoints are these fuckers gonna set up?”

  “Why are you getting so fucking worked up, bro? You know it’s been this way for a long time now.”

  “You know what’s gonna happen, right?”

  “No, vato, why don’t you enlighten me.”

  “It’s gonna take us 45 minutes to get through this shit, and I bet you we get a call.”

  “Just relax, my dude. We’re only on duty for a few more hours then you can go home and fuck that pretty little girlfriend of yours.” Estrada says as he taps Vincent on his shoulder.

  “Na, man, that ain’t gonna happen. She dumped me last…”

  Vincent stops mid-sentence because he hears the voice of the female police dispatcher.

  “Radio 5-13…”

  Vincent stares at Estrada with a look of disgust, picks up the microphone, and responds. “Go for 5-13…”

  Estrada puts his head down and chuckles like a ten-year-old boy.

  Vincent sticks up his middle finger and puts it directly to the right side of Estrada’s face. Estrada moves his head and slaps Vincent’s hand away, saying very quietly, “Get the fuck out of here.”

  The dispatcher continues. “Make eleven thousand four hundred and eleven E. Jefferson, 1-1-4-1-1 E. Jefferson on a breaking and entering. The caller’s neighbor broke into his home and was trying to steal his food and power generator.”

  Vincent keys the microphone and says, “5-13 is en route.” Vincent looks at Estrada and says, “Yuuuup, I told you so.”

  Vincent turns his head to the right and looks out of the window as

  Estrada says, “Yeah, yeah…I forgot, vato, you know everything. You’re the fucking man, you…are…the man.”

  Vincent sees many abandoned storefronts. Most appear to have been looted. There are several people walking the streets and most appear to be homeless. With a sad look on his face, Vincent asks, “What the fuck happened to this country, man?”

  “This country? Man, how about what happened to this world?” After a pause, he asks, “Hey, vato, do you really think the world is gonna end soon? You know everyone is saying the apocalypse is near.”

  Vincent looks at Estrada. “Brotha, the apocalypse is now and we are all gonna die horrible deaths.”

  “Really, vato? You really think we are in the apocalypse?”

  “Yeah, man, look at what’s happened just in the past few years—earthquakes leveled India and Japan. Tsunamis leveled the east and west coast. Shit, half of this fucking city is still underwater because of—oh, oh, and you really don’t want me to talk about the mark of the beast that was forced on us…”

  “What’s the mark of the beast? And how do you know these are all signs of the end of the world?’

  “Just, just…never mind, man,” Vincent says in a quiet voice.

  Estrada raises his voice. “No man, tell me! How do you know that these are signs?”

  “It’s all in the Bible. I read it when I was young.”

  In a concerned voice, Estrada asks, “You don’t have one, do you?”

  “Have what?”

  “A bible.”

  “No, I don’t have one.”

  “Good! Because you know its illegal to have one. It’s instant jail, bro. Man, I can’t remember the last time I saw one.”

  “Yeah, it‘s been a very long time for me, too.”

  “Vato, you know you are like my brother. I have no family left, just you, so pleeeeeaaassse do me a favor and don’t be telling people that shit. I don’t need you getting locked up because they think you’re trying to preach the Bible or are practicing religion….Okay?”

  Vincent looks Estrada in the eyes and says, “Ok.”

  Estrada looks as if he does not believe Vincent, but says nothing else.

  Estrada and Vincent pull up to the checkpoint manned by 30 soldiers. Tanks, black armored Humvees, and black Strykers are lined up at the front of the checkpoint. There are five lanes and each one is very well lit. A soldier with a dog checks every single vehicle. Estrada is directed by one of the soldiers to pull into the first lane.

  He drives the vehicle into the lane and rolls down his window. An Army soldier dressed in a full combat uniform, helmet, clear Oakley ballistic glasses, body armor, and an AR-15 strapped tightly to his chest.

  The soldier says, “Right hand.”

  Estrada sticks out his right hand. The soldier places a scanner on top of his hand. The scanner beeps and a picture of Estrada appears on an LED screen that is affixed to the scanner. Under Estrada’s picture are lines and lines of information about Estrada, including bank account numbers, where he went to school, and even women he had dated in the past.

  Before the soldier could ask, Vincent sticks out his right hand and the soldier scans it. As with Estrada, every bit of information about Vincent can be read on the scanner.

  In a stern, authoritative voice, the soldier asks, “Where are you two headed?”

  Before Estrada can answer the question, Vincent says in a very sarcastic tone, “Ummmm…maybe we are heading into the district to handle some po-lice work.”

  The soldier looks at Vincent, then Estrada, then back at Vincent. He is visibly angry. Just as the soldier gets ready to explode in anger to Vincent’s response, Estrada laughs nervously and replies while stuttering. “We—we—we are just heading to handle a disturbance call, sir…. I’m very sorry, my partner and I have had a rough day, so please forgive him.”

  The soldier stares at Vincent a moment then replies in an angry voice. “Carry on.” He pushes a button and the large steel posts in front of the car retract into the ground.

  As Estrada drives through the checkpoint, he pounds his fist on the steering wheel. “What the fuck was that!!!! You know these guys don’t give a fuck that we are cops! They will lock us up just as fast as anyone else! What the fuck is wrong with you, man?”

  Vincent yells back, “Fuck these motherfuckers! If the government wants this martial law shit then the army can go handle this bullshit call! And if they don’t want to handle it then they can shut the fuck up and let us pass, so we can go handle our business!”

  Estrada places his right hand on the top of the steering wheel and leans his body to his left, turning his body away from Vincent as he takes a deep breath and exhales. After driving a few more minutes in complete silence, Estrada speaks to Vincent in a calm, quiet voice. “So you never told me what the mark of the beast is.”

  Vincent stares down at his right hand. “Remember? I’m not allowed to talk about this. Your bitch-ass might snitch me out.”

  Estrada bursts out laughing.

  First message

  3:34 a.m.

  Estrada and Vincent decide to go to Slow’s, their favorite restaurant. Slow’s specializes in southern-style barbecue. Estrada and Vincent eat here once a week. As they enter the restaurant, both men brush the water off their jackets.

  Vincent takes off his jacket and black-knit skullcap but keeps his gloves on and sits down in a booth. Estrada keeps walking and says, “I’m gonna go take a piss.”

  “Ok.” Vincent picks up a menu and begins to look it over.

  A woman dressed in a waitress uniform sits down at the booth across from Vincent. The woman is tall and slender. She has wavy shoulder-length blonde hair. She is wearing no makeup and is very beautiful. Her skin is clear and has a slight glow.

  Vincent puts his menu down while still looking at it, shakes his head, and chuckles. “Man, you guys always come to me at the worst time. Can I at least order my pulled pork sandwich first?”

  The waitress speaks in a calm and soothing voice. “The end of times is near, Vincent.”

  “Yeah…. Well…tell me something I don’t already know, lady.”

  “Do you not believe?”

  ”Yes, I do believe, but you guys always tell me stuff that’s just common sense.”

/>   ”Evil is real and he walks among us—he is flesh and blood, the people worship him. Beware of the mark of the beast.”

  Vincent looks down at his right hand and rubs it.

  “Keep your faith and you shall prosper in the end along with all those who believe.”

  Vincent is becoming annoyed with the woman. “I just don’t know what you guys want from me. I’ve done everything you have asked of me to this point, and yet you guys still manage to disrupt my life.”

  The waitress smiles at Vincent. “In time you will receive a message from a man. You must believe what he tells you no matter how unbelievable his message is to you…for then you shall understand who you really are.”

  ”Aaaannnd who will this man be? Don’t tell me Estrada because that guy don’t know shit,” Vincent laughs.

  “You are his seed.”

  Vincent gives her a confused look and asks, ”What the hell does that mean?”

  At that moment Estrada sits down across from Vincent where the waitress is sitting. The waitress disappears simultaneously. Estrada giggles. “Damn, man…you talkin’ to yourself again? You need to stop that shit man, people are gonna start to think you are crazy.”

  Vincent laughs and says, “Yeah…whatever, man.”

  Home sweet home

  After dinner with Estrada, Vincent returned home. He lives in a 950- square-foot loft located on the eighth floor of the Fisher building. Vincent places his right hand near a box located just above the door handle. A beep sounds and the unlocking of the deadbolt is heard.

  Vincent enters his loft then locks the door behind him. He puts his hand up to the light switch to turn on the lights, but he does not hear a beep. He removes his hand and puts it back up to the panel again.

  This time an electronic female voice speaks from the box. ”Hello, Vincent. Your smart meter shows that you have used more power than is allowed. You will be restricted to the minimal amount of power allowed for the rest of this billing cycle. Your refrigerator and television will be the only appliances that will have power. We are sorry for the inconvenience. Thank you for choosing DTE.”